…we rarely travel far to swim. We occasionally cross the river to Leighton or Cottesloe, where the white sand squeaks underfoot and the champagne foam in the shallows tingles the legs and fizzes over the shoreline and makes children giddy with delight… the cirrus clouds above the horizon often resemble passages of perfect cursive script written in soft white lines against the bluest page. David Whish-Wilson’s Perth is a place where deeper historical currents are never far beneath the surface. Like the Swan River that can flow in two directions at once, Perth strikes perfect harmony with the city’s contradictions and eccentricities. Whish-Wilson takes us beyond the near-constant sunshine, shiny glass facades, and boosterish talk of mining booms and the gloom after the bust. Lyrical and sensitive, he introduces his readers to the richness of the natural world and the trailblazers, the rebels, the occasional ghost, and the ordinary people that bring Australia’s remotest capital city to life. Carefully researched, full of personal reminiscences and eye-opening facts, this updated edition of Perth now has a remarkable new postscript.
