Sydney 1986, and Devlin’s life is music, madness and a vivid dream of another life. Another place. A place he’s seen and can’t forget. A place of heat and dust and silence, and endless blue. Time to think. And to kill. And forgive. A place he calls Warkon.
Warkon is part psychological, part bildungsroman, part crime mystery fiction, helped largely by the clever interweaving of storylines and the author’s fine feel for language and tone that is quintessentially Australian. It manages to blend stark existential horror with unbearable beauty, told as if it were an incandescent fever dream, and achieves to create a deep, unforgettable impression.