“Full of weather, and the creatures and people we do not intimately know but live in close proximity to, All That Wasted Heat bears witness to the ways we try to save ourselves, and reflects on the inevitability of death, loss and change, but also the inevitability of interconnection. There is generous space for the reader to insert their own memories and associations between these sensitively-crafted vignettes, and to feel the relief that ‘I’ is not the centre of the world. An affecting and accomplished book to read and reread.” Tamara Lazaroff
“To read these small vignettes is to gradually uncover a larger story: the chronicle of a nameless city full of ordinary, remarkable lives. Finding a kind of intimacy in anonymity, these stories, like their narrator, are big and warm and always watching.” Michelle Dicinoski
“Startlingly human, All That Wasted Heat wears its heart on the sub/urban streets. Hadwen has a keen eye for quotidian despair and that restless yearning that comes as a result of watching the world move around you. He manages to get to the heart of a certain kind of feeling—something that we carry with us every day.” Rebecca Jessen
From the very first lines you’ll be transported back into your years of city living, when you lived in such painful proximity to people that you knew their daily schedules, the sound of their coughing, the sounds of their sobbing, the blur of the news on their small TVs, and the smells of their cooking. You’ll build up a picture of a man living alone in an apartment—a small balcony his window to the world—making small forays to the local café or the local bookshop. You’ll watch the crows, the basil plant that has gone to seed. You’ll worry that if you buy a typewriter it will upset the very same neighbour who has no qualms about sending her cigarette smoke drifting in your direction.
Jonathan Hadwen paints a world full of characters and character. He seeks out the noise and the clamour of his world, and then finds the quiet that stitches it all together.