Shelf Reflection is a monthly series where we explore the bookshelves and reading habits of our featured First Book Club authors.
This month’s reflection is from Rhett Davis, whose genre bending tour-de-force debut novel Hovering (Hachette) was the winner of the 2020 Victorian Premier’s Award for an Unpublished Manuscript. Stay tuned for more on our website and podcast later in the month, and join us for a free in-conversation event at Bargoonga Nganjin North Fitzroy Library next Thursday 7 April!

What are you currently reading?
I’ve just finished Jennifer Egan’s The Candy House, which my publishers at Hachette kindly sent me. Just like its ‘sibling’ novel, A Visit from the Goon Squad, it’s magnificent. It follows a host of characters—who are all connected in some way, even if they don’t know it—as they navigate a near/alt-future in which you can upload your own consciousness for others to freely access. The chapter in which characters are sending messages to each other is stunning.
I’ve also been reading Jessica Au’s exquisite Cold Enough for Snow, in which a mother and daughter travel through Japan, and have been left both consoled and a little devastated by Natasha Sholl’s excellent grief memoir Found, Wanting.
What kind of reader are you?
I try to have a novel, some non-fiction, and a short story collection on the go at the same time. But it usually doesn’t work out like that. I tend to have many ‘I’m going to finish this soon’ books alongside the books I’m actually reading. Apparently I’ve been reading The Total Library by Jorge Luis Borges since before the pandemic. I tell myself that I’m savouring it—and that might be true, but when does ‘savouring’ become ‘neglecting’ become ‘abandoning’?
I tend to have many ‘I’m going to finish this soon’ books…but when does ‘savouring’ become ‘neglecting’ become ‘abandoning’?
I used to read my favourite books more than once. I’ve read The Two Towers and The Return of the King many times (The Fellowship of the Ring takes too long to get going; shut up Tom Bombadil). But a book has to really be something special these days for me to read it again. There are too many good books and not enough time.
What does your book collection look like?
There have been times in my house where books have been organised by the colour of the spine. I have little involvement in this process, it fills me with dread, and I secretly correct it, bit by bit.
I like my shelves to be rambling and happenstance. Where absurdist short story collections lie next to science fiction epics, literary novels sit between writing craft books, and where there’s no order. It becomes a problem when I’m looking for something, but I prefer the serendipity of stumbling over a book I’d forgotten about. Or I’m lazy. It’s probably that I’m lazy.
I like my shelves to be rambling and happenstance…I prefer the serendipity of stumbling over a book I’d forgotten about.
Mostly these days I buy books new from bookstores. There’s something magical in that transaction that the modern world hasn’t yet taken away. I remember, for example, buying Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep from the awe-inspiring Powell’s Books in Portland, Oregon, and devouring the rain-soaked light of 1930s LA as I travelled through Canada for the first time. There are others of course: Don Quixote in Hamburg, Cloud Atlas in London, The Spare Room in Sydney, Station Eleven in Vancouver, Dept. of Speculation in Geelong. Books that are more, for me, than the words on their pages. Books that are moments in time, too.

