'The Australian desert is a more complicated place than it used to be. There was a time when it functioned in the white Australian imagination more as a metaphor than a real place, a negative space into which explorers, white children and the occasional eccentric wanderer disappeared, leaving a frisson of existential anxiety and a satisfying conviction that the heart of the continent remained an impenetrable mystery. Its nomadic occupants, for the most part invisible, were stone age remnants - innocent, bloodthirsty, fabulous and doomed.' (Introduction, 27)