Book description
When a man dreams things from the past, you’d think he’d be able to
rearrange them in new sequences to please himself. But no. In my
dreams, it all happens as it happened, and I see it and be it again
and again and the confusion never wears off.
People drift to the valley called the Sink out of loneliness, hardship
or an affinity with the land. It is an isolated place, with a swamp and
an old white bridge and the forest encroaching from all sides. The
solitude is tangible. But when a mysterious creature is suddenly on the
loose, killing livestock and preying on everyone’s deepest fears, four
inhabitants find themselves unexpectedly in one another’s company - with
chilling results.
‘Tim Winton’s raw and vibrant language makes the senses jump . . .
concentrated, passionate, invigorating writing’ Independent on Sunday
‘A major work by anyone’s standards . . . mysterious, painful and
beautiful’ Washington Post
Tim Winton was born in Perth in 1960 and has written novels,
collections of stories, non-fiction and books for children. He has been
twice shortlisted for the Booker Prize, for The Riders
(1995) and Dirt Music
(2002).
