4/5: I’d advise anyone not trying to die to not hang around Ernest Cunningham; he has now penned two true crime nonfiction accounts, since people in his vicinity are prone to drop dead like flies. (No, he’s not the killer, he’s just a murder magnet — but if he pens a third book about a murder to which he’s connected, Australian police may need to start asking questions). This time we are not at an unexpectedly snowy Australian ski resort (!!) but on a cross-Australia train journey w...
