The Town

A Novel

By: Shaun Prescott

Narrated by: Tim Potter

Length: 6 hrs and 30 mins

Publisher's summary

"A powerfully doomy debut" (The Guardian), Shaun Prescott’s The Town is a novel of a rural Australian community besieged by modern day anxieties and threatened by a supernatural force seeking to consume the dying town.

This is Australia, an unnamed, dead-end town in the heart of the outback - a desolate place of gas stations, fast-food franchises, and labyrinthine streets: flat and nearly abandoned. When a young writer arrives to research just such depressing middles-of-nowhere as they are choked into oblivion, he finds something more sinister than economic depression: The ghost towns of Australia appear to be literally disappearing. An epidemic of mysterious holes is threatening his new home’s very existence, and this discovery plunges the researcher into an abyss of weirdness from which he may never escape.

Dark, slippery, and unsettling, Shaun Prescott’s debut resurrects the existential novel for the age of sprawl and blight, excavates a nation’s buried history of colonial genocide, and tells a love story that asks if outsiders can ever truly belong anywhere. The result is a disquieting classic that vibrates with an occult power.

A Macmillan Audio production from Farrar, Straus and Giroux

©2018 Shaun Prescott (P)2020 Macmillan Audio

Critic reviews

"A gentle, if gnawing, safari of the existential dread on which Australia is built." (The Saturday Paper, Australia)

"The Town moves with a gentle command amid the obvious reference points of Calvino, Kafka and Ave, but it also invokes the less-celebrated novels of Steve Erickson and Rex Warner. Like them, Prescott seeks the universal in a meticulous paraphrase of the here and now, and finds the dislocation hiding in locality to show us just how lost we really may be." (Jonathan Lethem, author of Motherless Brooklyn and The Fortress of Solitude)

"Shaun Prescott's debut novel is a dense singularity, an exploration of the idea of nowhere as the centre of the world, and a stark paean to loneliness, entropy and marginal existence - sustained by the kind of slow, luminous prose that feels like the equivalent of staring straight into the sun." (David Keenan, author of England's Hidden Reverse)