Graham Akhurst's novel is at once complex and breezy, portraying a young Indigenous actor who sets out to Gunggari (south-west Queensland) to film a documentary about mining. Meanwhile, he's haunted by visions of a malevolent entity from the Dreaming, a spirit that assumes more and more flesh as the story progresses.
Although the novel is steeped in issues of Native Title, the importance of reconnecting with Country, differing perceptions on the nature of reality and the spiritual world, it never feels didactic. Akhurst is a hidden presence in the text; he has allowed the characters, and their lives, to speak for themselves. It was also really invigorating to see how the tropes of Gothic/horror fiction were entwined in new and nuanced ways with Dreaming myths. I've read in a couple of places that people found the pacing slow, but this is a feeling I don't share. The ending, yes, is full of dramatic bravado---pace-wise, it escalates to extraordinary heights. But some of my favourite moments occurred in the first half of the novel, where Jono, wayward and adrift, was trying to make sense of his world . . .