AustLit

'BACK IN THE EARLY 1980S, though he was still an undergraduate at the University of Newcastle, John Hughes was already being described as a genius. He was the fi rst person in his family to attend university. His grandparents, Ukrainians displaced by World War Two, were, according to him, the only people in Cessnock who spoke a language other than English. Amid the culture of the coalfi elds and their “mistrust of words”, as Hughes put it later, he grew up reading Tolstoy under the bed covers, and imagined himself writing “words of the same power and beauty”. The teachers who clamoured around him were amazed by his erudition. He seemed predestined to write. It was as if he was preordained to become a writer.' (Introduction)