Garry Disher: 55 books

Wyatt needs a job. A bank job would be nice. Or a security van. But these days armed robbery means working with cocky young idiots or strung-out meth-heads—and Wyatt’s not that desperate. Luckily, a broker in Queensland knows someone who wants a painting stolen. Which is how Wyatt...

There are three ways to play a crime story. You can play it straight, making the most of the conventions of the genre. You can bend the conventions and the genre itself all the way around. Or you can take the genre deeper into the human mind and soul. These dozen stories play it every way there...

Garry Disher's cool, enigmatic anti-hero Wyatt has a job--a jewel heist. The kind Wyatt likes. Nothing extravagant, nothing greedy. Stake out the international courier, one Alain Le Page, hold up the goods in transit and get away fast. Wyatt prefers to work alone, but this is Eddie Oberin's...

Garry Disher’s contemporary novel is a dark comedy set in a beachside hotel. Every summer the country families—three generations of Parrs and Maxsteads—descend on the beachside Bon Accord hotel. But this year is different: the hotel is being gentrified, the streets are no longer safe,...

A collection of award-winning short stories by Garry Disher spanning the continents of Australia, Africa and Europe, the extremes of loneliness and connection, and all the relationships between people and places. Stories in this collection have won the National Short Story Award, the Alan Marshall...

Professional, methodical and only slightly sentimental, Wyatt is a flinty poem of a criminal and one of the most memorable creations in modern Australian literature. Wyatt plans to hit a suburban law firm for the settlement money in its safe. But he’s working with cowboys, and the lawyer...

'Disher is brilliant.' Sydney Morning Herald Leah Flood is on the run. The cops are after her and she has to keep one step ahead. The irony is that Leah is a cop too. But she?s a cop who made a mistake. Leah knows she?s in the right, but that doesn?t seem to matter to the guys who are chasing...

Two of Garry Disher’s seminal collections of fiction, collected together for the first time. If you love Garry’s literary fiction or crime fiction, his longer or shorter works—this collection has it all, and usually all at once. Flamingo Gate · Melbourne in the last decade of...

A concentration camp—on Australian soil. Men are separated from their families by barbed wire. They have committed no crimes; they try to explain to their children that they're not in prison. It feels like prison. They’re told it’s only temporary, there are processes in train. Nothing changes....

A cold-case investigator will stop at nothing to find justice in this gripping standalone by Australian crime legend Garry Disher. The young detectives think Alan Auhl is washed up, but that doesn’t faze him. He does things his own way—and gets results. He still lives with his ex-wife,...

Careful, exacting and ruthless, Wyatt is a consummate criminal and a solitary giant in Australian crime writing. This time it’s a payroll and bank run in the north of South Australia, an outpost town suddenly transformed by a pipeline construction project that brings petty crime, prostitution—and...

Melbourne in the last decade of the millennium feels like a hard-boiled fiction or a noir film, with corruption in the air and on the ground. Six short stories and a novella circle the city's decay, spiral towards a thrilling conclusion and fuse into a new kind of crime fiction. Vignettes...

Past the Headlands is a sweeping story of north-west Australia and south-east Asia at the beginning of the Pacific War in 1941. The fall of Malaya and Singapore and the bombing of Darwin—what looked like the invasion of Australia—ebb and crash over a man’s long search to find a home and...

`a masterful achievement? Magpies We have come here to scratch for gold. Once we had a house, a business and a Packard sedan, but they are gone now, seized by the bank. The year is 1934, the time of the Great Depression. The place is a settlement of miners' dugouts far from the nearest...