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199 pages, Hardcover
First published June 21, 2021
When I think about the animals that have disappeared from the Australian continent and its surrounding islands — the thylacine, its last living survivor pacing hopelessly back and forth in its concrete cage and left to freeze to death; the Bramble Cay melomys slowly starved of food as climate change pushed the sea around its tiny island home higher and higher; the numerous native and unique rodents all-too-easily hunted by cats and foxes throughout Australia, etc., etc, — it feels emblematic of everything else that colonisation has destroyed, or attempted to destroy, and I feel an almost unbearable weight of loss, a lead-like heaviness in my heart. I ache for the absence of these unique species, each inherently deserving of their place on earth, and I ache for the lost or fragmented knowledge of them and of their place in the vast interconnected web of life. (p.26-7)
[caption id="attachment_113699" align="aligncenter" width="300"]The last living Thylacine, Hobart 1933 (Wikipedia)[/caption]
... did I imagine, when I was a boy bushwalking with my parents, or a young man hiking with my father, that one day I might bring my own children hiking with me through that same landscape? I can't remember. But I know that, for as long as I've been old enough to think far into the future, I've wanted to one day have a family. Now I can all-too-easily imagine myself — in my early forties as I write this, and my father the same age that my grandparents were when I was a boy — pointing out the same things to some hypothetical child that my father pointed out to me. That child has been hypothetical my whole life — now, I'm wondering: can you still call a child hypothetical if it will never exist? (p.9)