Let me say first, that I am grateful for this book. It is an incredibly brave piece, and a valuable record of life in deplorable conditions. I was so moved by the poetic nature of this work which is at once philosophical and painstakingly concrete.

I admit that I found Boochani's writing troubling at times. I was confused in the moments he writes as though he can speak for all prisoners or knows what they are thinking. At times, Boochani also demonstrates his difference from other prisoners in a way that can be read as patronizing or proud though he is careful to point out that he is not being proud (235). I also found some of Boochani's descriptions of women really problematic.

That said, this book is literary, poetic, and a valuable record of what it means to be imprisoned in an immigrant detention centre under inhumane conditions.

Winner of Australia's Victorian Prize for literature, although the author is not allowed to accept the prize in person.