


Here are the complex relationships between the hidden traces in the ground and the politics of the day.

Here are dizzying meditations on time and human purpose. Here is archaeology as passion fierce and relevant. Have I covered the canards? Because Billy Griffiths has written a book that tears them up and grinds the shreds under a dusty work boot. And even if they did leave traces, and they were found, the material would be of no more than academic interest to a handful of obsessives. Ancient Australia has no material record-and therefore no archaeology-because Aboriginal people moved lightweight over the land and didn’t build anything. They wear khaki and no-one cares what they think. They sit on folding stools in the bottom of very neat holes they have dug, shoulders hunched and peering at a fragment of something or other between their fingertips. Archaeologists work with toothbrushes and sieves.
