When his father was stabbed to death in his suburban flat, David Goldblat found himself tracing his life through unpaid bills, unopened letters — and the sleazy diary he left behind.
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Posted by
Gerry Canavan
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5:36 PM
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Labels: fathers and sons, murder, what we leave behind