Scott Bywater was born in 1967, and grew up in Hobart, Tasmania, in a home full of books, music and cinema. After living in Melbourne for many years, he has moved back to Tasmania where he steers clear of bushwalking or other such cold climate Tasmanian pursuits. His two books to date feature self-appointed private detective Sam Chauvel.
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Captain Zooba to the Rescue : Meet Sam Chauvet, private investigator. He's tough. He's perceptive. He's sometimes easily confused. He's looking for Wil Dreamsworth, an ex-pop star last seen on Countdown in 1980. With a little help from his friends and occasionally helpful strangers, Sam is scouring the backstreets and boulevards of Melbourne.
Freamsworth proves as elusive as a number one hit, slippery as a seedy business manager, and as forgotten as possible. While bending the law, recovering from hangovers, and sitting around on stakout, Sam is finding that there is more to life, truth and concept albums than might reasonably be expected.
This hilarious page-turning romp is required reading for anyone who ever wanted to be something, or to find something, or to find something, or just remembers listening to pop music. Late at night and believing every word.
Love Is In the Air-Conditioning : Self-appointed private investigator Sam Chauvel finds himself back in the corporate world.
He's working undercover at consulting powerhouse HemmingsLlyod, a small firm that thinks big, rubbing shoulders with the wheelers and dealers, the movers and shakers, the masters and mistresses of methodology. He does coffee, he does lunch, he does email, he does drinks.
Who is helping him? Who is leading him astray? Which lovable lunatics, canines, activists and former pop stars are distracting him with domestic, environmental and technological issues?
And who is Britney Spitz, the mysterious temp receptionist - could she be the answer to his sensuo-spiritual and other needs? If the answer can be found blowing in the wind...is there love in the air-conditioning?
