At first sight, Denizen looks like another rural noir. Some bookshops place its red dirt cover in crime. Others in literary fiction. Some have called it a gothic thriller. It doesn’t really matter where it goes, such is the arresting nature of its content.
It was the sixth manuscript in three years for the young author, James McKenzie Watson. He knew Denizen was dark, but he wrote it for himself. He had begun writing as a form of therapy because he was a troubled child.
