I read a bizarre review of the state of Australasian literature some time ago which stated 'Paper Nautilus' is the only worthwhile book to read. This seemed unusual, as I have greatly enjoyed many Australian and New Zealand novels, but I dutifully kept an eye out for 'Paper Nautilus'. I was delighted to find this book for one dollar at the hospice shop, but delight rapidly turned to dismay as this book is not particularly commendable.
Overall, 'Paper Nautilus' has an overwhelming nostalgia of the type of book dredged up at school for you to study in English class; so old and dated you find your mum's name in the front of the book. It is set in Southern Australia after the second world war. It had some nice imagery and captured the complexity of emotions in seemingly everyday people well. I enjoyed exploration of the shyness and inactivity of some characters and the implications this had for them. The layout was the most interesting feature: each chapter was systemically set further back in time but it did not deliver the 'secrets of the past' as promised in the blurb. The historical context of Australian POWs in Asia was interesting, but if you want an incredible book about that one cannot go past 'The Narrow Road to the Deep North'.
All in all, not a bad quick read but not the pinnacle of Australasian literature! If I were you, I'd get my hands on 'The God Boy', 'The Bone People', 'The Luminaries', 'The Narrow Road to the Deep North' or anything by Witi Ihimaera or Maurice Gee if you want a good taste of Australasian books.