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Ah, youth. What a mess it can be. Maybe it should be, so we oldies have some compensation when we gaze upon those freshly fledged human specimens with their glossy, unwrinkled skin and matching brains.
Avi Duckor-Jones’ first novel (the Waiheke-based writer had a well-received shorter work, published six years ago) is crammedtwo lads enduring their last days of school blat along in one of their dads’ cars to dawn and the surf. You’ve got much of the eponymous protagonist’s world right there, with