‘The Degenerates is vivid, wild and even prophetic. It left me in awe. Raeden Richardson is the real deal.’—Robbie Arnott, author of Limberlost

‘Richardson creates a world much like ours but filled with dark magic and coincidences of the wildest kinds… a brilliant and transporting debut.’—Margot Livesey, author of The Boy in the Field

‘A buoyant, macabre, subversive love song to the art of storytelling.’—Kate Christensen, author of Welcome Home, Stranger

‘Radiates with vitality…one feels as if its pages are somehow emitting the material of real life.’—Vauhini Vara, author of The Immortal King Rao

‘Inventive and daring…There’s something ravenous about Raeden Richardson's voice. It consumes everything in its path to forge an entirely fresh language.’—Sanjena Sathian, author of Gold Diggers

‘Richardson writes like a composer scoring a symphony, with such grace, fluidity, and musical control you almost feel you can see the notes rising off the page.’—Kevin Brockmeier, author of Things That Fall from the Sky

‘To call The Degenerates ambitious would be a gross understatement. Raeden Richardson contends with nothing less than Buddhist samsara and the nature of existence itself, emulating the distinct surrealism of David Lynch. He pulls out all the stops of language and storytelling, achieving a debut that is as much a sage meditation as a novel.’—Robin Hemley, author of Oblivion, An After Autobiography

‘Outstanding—an epic tale full of vivid characters and told in a unique voice. The Degenerates is sad and funny and beautiful and strange.’—Chris Womersley, author of Ordinary Gods and Monsters

‘The Degenerates is going for broke. It’s that rare thing: a wholly original novel told in a fantastically propulsive prose, rollicking, robust, swerving between the comically weird and the direly tragic, taking risks, talking dirty, and ending in a vision that will reduce its dazzled readers to tears. Melbourne has never been so lurid and hallucinogenic, seen through the grimy lens of a hidden garage in Degraves Street: more goon than any Goon Squad, more hoon than celebrations of the AFL Grand Final of 2017, more goon bag realist in its bold and wildly confident hyperrealism.’—Gail Jones, author of One Another