True Crime, but not as you'd normally expect it to be formed, I suspect this will be a book that creates polarised views.
From the Blurb:
In 1948, a man was found dead on an Adelaide, Australia, beach. Well-dressed and unmarked, he had a half-smoked cigarette by his side, but no identity documents. Six decades later, the Somerton Man's identity and murder are still a mystery. From the missing labels from all his clothing to the tiny piece of paper with the words "Tamam Shud" found sewn into the lining of the dead man's coat, this cold case is brimming with facts that are stranger than fiction. Written by one of Australia's best-known and most loved crime writers, this book uses pieces of the author's own past in an attempt to solve this crime, uncovering a new way of writing about true crime and about herself in the process.
In 1948, a man was found dead on an Adelaide, Australia, beach. Well-dressed and unmarked, he had a half-smoked cigarette by his side, but no identity documents. Six decades later, the Somerton Man's identity and murder are still a mystery. From the missing labels from all his clothing to the tiny piece of paper with the words "Tamam Shud" found sewn into the lining of the dead man's coat, this cold case is brimming with facts that are stranger than fiction. Written by one of Australia's best-known and most loved crime writers, this book uses pieces of the author's own past in an attempt to solve this crime, uncovering a new way of writing about true crime and about herself in the process.