Prose fiction of a very special, fantastical (yet real in so many ways) sort."Despite what the first pages may suggest, this is most definitely not a children's tale." Or so we're told. It's more like what Byron thought about "true poetry":  that "'tis the part/ Of a true poet to escape from fiction". David Miller escapes from fiction in "spirit dreams" he learned from a certain Koala named Norman, who seems to have passed them along through a certain wombat named Archie. If I told you any more about David's escapes you'd think I was making it up, or maybe that I just dreamed it all. But as David once said - I think he was at Felpham - "you can never tell about these things". Jerome McGann.