In this exuberant and compelling memoir of family and childhood, readers will be swept away by Tom Dusevic’s verve, warmth and honesty.

Suburban Sydney in the 1970s is an adventure playground, especially for a busybody, free-range kid with energy, big appetites and ungodly urges. In such open space, backyards are arenas for daydreaming and free play, scars are marks of wisdom and school is an obstacle course between pleasure and pain. And so is home, as the author tries to make sense of his parents’ history and identity, known but unknowable, as post-war refugees from Croatia. He longs to be liberated from the family’s quirks and the past and finds his escape in quiet moments of awe and simplicity.

This is a sensory tale of a glorious time to grow up in Australia by a visceral writer whose epiphanies are as startling as they are hilarious. From rowdy street protests and footy crowds, to the serenity of the Roselands Raindrop Fountain and storm-water canals, to the fevered set of a TV quiz show and the disco floor, Dusevic launches himself into the whole wild world