Juice. Tim Winton. 2025.

Two fugitives, a man and a child, drive all night across a stony desert. As dawn breaks they roll into an abandoned mine site. From the vehicle they surveyed a forsaken okace - maddens if rwjsrws iron, rusty wire, piles of sun-baked trash. They’re exhausted, traumatised, desperate now. But as a refuge, this is the most promising place they’ve seen. The child peers at the field of desolation. The man thinks to himself, this could work. 

Problem is, they’re not alone. 

So begins a searing, propulsive journey through a life whose central challenge is not simply a matter of survival, but of how to maintain human decency as everyone around you falls even further into barbarism.