Lonely is the name of our main protagonist. A gun toting, politically incorrect, drug imbibing cartoonist, Lonely has a talent for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Driven by his demons, some of which also figure largely in the story, he tears between Perth and the "emu farm," his house in the scrub,on his Ducati motorcycle ignoring all manner of laws in the process. His closest friend is the ghost of a dead bodgie who goes by the name of Bodgie Bob.

Bob is an enigma, a contradictory Yoke. Some days I feel we are as close as two spirits can be, to the point where I know exactly the next thing he'll say or do. At other times we are strangers. But I am no less of a stranger to myself.

Against his better judgment, Lonely pops in to a pub featuring a strip show, where he first meets Gypsy, a beautiful stripper and Detective Sergeant Lunn, a police officer whose gun he will steal in order to rescue gypsy when the strip show degenerates into a free for all pub brawl because of a police raid.

"Shut up, whore," the cop sneers, one side of his face immobile like a stroke victim's."She can come down to the Shop and convince me and the boys of that herself." He wrenches her arm so that she is facing him and roughly grabs a breast. "Suck hard enough, cunt, and we might let you off with a warning."

The plot thickens when it turns out that gypsy works for old enemies of lonely, the Herman brothers. With the Herman brothers and Detective Sergeant Lunn on his back, Lonely finds himself pursuing the affections of Gypsy regardless and throwing caution to the wind. We get to witness many a conversation between Lonely and his "Yoke" Bodgie Bob and various encounters between Lonely and Gypsy. There is little plot to speak of in this novel, just a relentless description of the excesses and violations of our anti-hero Lonely. Implausible at times and littered with overwritten passages which have little bearing on the story, The Book Of Lonely was a disappointment. Occasionally funny, on the whole tedious and boring.