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The bins are out, Geilston Bay, August 2021.

Boy Swallows Universe by Trent Dalton


After delivering a rather scathing critique of Dalton's last book - All Our Shimmering Skies - I am glad that I succumbed to the badgering of my darling wife to give his much-praised debut a chance. She is correct. This is the infinitely superior book.

I suspect that this is largely because Dalton is treading more familiar ground. Unlike the new book, there's an authenticity to the place and characters despite the shaggy dog tale that emerges. This is a likeable coming of age tale that will have appeal to anyone with memories of growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in 1980s Australia.

There's a heart to what could have been a bitter and unpleasant tale. Still, Dalton pulls no punches, and there are no shortage of triggers for anyone who grew up in violent, tumultuous households. I appreciated the sophistication that the author has sensitively explored the concept of how young people cope with childhood trauma. I particularly liked Poppy Birkbeck, the high school guidance counsellor, who runs against type in playing a positive role in the boys finding a way forward in life.

While the final few chapters stretch credulity, I enjoyed the novel very much. Well worth your time!

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