Author's note: The story so far: It’s 1984, and seventeen-year-old Clem Whelan has agreed to go with his grandfather, seventy-eight-year-old Doug, in search of Lasseter’s Reef. Doug was given a map as a young man, and held onto it, always trying to decide whether the journey west was worthwhile. Now, in the first throes of dementia, he’s decided to risk it. His journey is not so much about gold, as unfinished business. The suburb of Gleneagles is a close community, neighbours as interchangeable parts in each other’s lives, so failed lawyer Peter (number 33) and retiree Ernie (number 35) are coming along. The novel is a month-by-month description of Clem’s matriculation year, the neighbours who are part of the machine, the births, deaths and marriages that are, I suppose, a thinly-disguised take on my own oddlyshaped Hillcrest adolescence.