At certain points as I read this novel, I kept coming across characteristics of people and places I recalled as a child. That sense of what the city of Melbourne was like was all too familiar. Though our experiences are different, the place, the character of people, their values were all so vividly real. The sensation too of being young and separate from adults was captured well in this book. The treatment of outsiders like the river men, warm and engaging, looks from 2020, like a vanished part of the local character. We've become unlike the people we were in Australia. Connection to people, not just our family seemed stronger, more open. Perhaps it was, or was in the location of the novel. still, I'm left with that haunting sensation that something was lost, not childhood innocence, but something we miss, but can't seem to locate. It's bonds and relationships to landscape and place, really. We who are now so wonderfully international and chic, so committed to the perpetual elsewhere we can hide behind, that digitised non real we want so desperately to be real and we hide behind it so we dont have to face anything else. Yes, I had the sensation as I read this that the tangible, the real is something we can turn our back on, allow it to vanish. That is the river, turned into a freeway, bulldozed, like who we once were. Loyalty, believing in justice when all around is corrupt, these are valuable, like the places we treasure because we call them ours. Who can call a river 'ours' now? We can't seem to protect anything from harm. Though the river is trashed, contaminated, a danger, the boys, Sonny and Ren form an intimacy with it. Harm is something different, they can't see it until there's a plan to destroy it. That harms them. Not the contaminants, the 'film' that covers the skin after swimming in it. Imagine if we could save a river from a freeway today? Could we, would we? Did progress improve us, or harm us?