Cellnight: A verse novel

‘In this verse-paced novel Kinsella never quite uses Auden’s phrase in The Fall of Rome — ‘altogether elsewhere’ — but we sense the priorities and judgement of the natural environment, and of an older world. Coastal birds and dolphins are among his observers, and we too feel the wind and ocean currents fall and rise so that, despite surveillance and silencing, we may also remember and join in bearing witness.’ — Kim Scott

‘A book against laughter and forgetting if ever there was one. Moving, incandescent, quietly devastating…Cellnight is contemplative, fiercely elegiac, and a panoramic ode to Whadjuk Noongar country and anti-ode to its settler colonial overlay. As Kendrick Lamar said: the judge make time. So does Kinsella.’ — Declan Fry

‘To open Cellnight is to encounter John Kinsella’s cat’s cradle of a verse novel — intersecting threads pulled tight and tense between prison bars, protest signs, booze bottles and warships. Feathered visitors also flit among the narrative fibres, bearing witness to the fists raised over prone and vulnerable bodies in the carceral corners of a swelling port city.’ — Cass Lynch