'A tale told on behalf of the dispossessed… it goes on echoing in your head like a series of Salvation Army war-cries.'  Evening Post

'Riddell holds up a mirror to many aspects of modern urban New Zealand with insight and humour… a lively, well-paced read'
Otago Daily Times

'The Insatiable Moon glows with warm affection… a modern fable with a light, loving touch.'
The Waikato Times

'A fresh and funny debut from Riddell… A charming, decidedly quirky book. Recommended.'
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'The writing is vigorous and cliché-free, people and scenes are faithfully observed and the moral dilemmas precipitated by events are readily recognisable.'
North & South

'Not only is the moon insatiable, but the whole book exudes an exhilirating passion for life… The book is crammed with the bittersweetness of real life.'
Stimulus



In his night watch Arthur is seeing things. He sees the city of Auckland spread out before him like a blanket. Everywhere the roads are jammed as people stream toward the centre. All of them are weary and ragged. They head toward Ponsonby, drawn by the sound of the voice. There, from the balcony of the Post Office, Arthur is calling to them. His voice is the voice of God, speaking in words that none of them know, but all of them understand.

He raises a hand and the Waitakeres burst into song. The other hand and Rangitoto is doing descant. One Tree Hill sulking.

Have no fear. I am with you, and the time has come.

Arthur, a voice is calling from the bed next to his. Go to bloody sleep.

Sorry Pete.

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