'I had heard the name of Thea Astley long before I ever came to read her words. I knew she had set a significant number of her stories in the region in which I grew up and I was curious to see how she had depicted this place I thought I knew. My introduction to her writing was through her short story collection Hunting the Wild Pineapple (1979), and as I closed the book I wondered why she had focused on the grotesque and extreme elements of the north, and on the strange lives of failing and disappointed people. But the characters burrowed into my psyche, as did the themes and ideas Astley was exploring, and I recognised uncomfortably familiar shapes and echoes of a not-too-distant past.' (Introduction)