In the beginning paragraph of Emma Neale’s startling new novel Maybe Baby, Nate wakes lazily to the sound of the neighbours’ kids playing a creaky ukelele and recorder duet behind the hedge. “The lengths people will go to for their kids,” he murmurs. His wife Kelly, a curator at a public art gallery, snuggles in. “How hard can it be?” she asks. For 10 years Nate has waited for Kelly to agree to begin a family. Now, “This wild thing in his chest …