Frank Moorhouse

The 1960s woke Australia up to espresso, international cuisine and wine by the cask. Novelist Frank Moorhouse recalls a time of louche banquets with Sydney’s bohemian set.

In some primal, totemic way, writes Frank Moorhouse, oysters are part of us – and what fine pleasure they are.

On vacation in the Blue Mountains, Frank Moorhouse risks ordering a martini – and is amply rewarded.