Looking for Uncle Max, Northern Queensland, 2012   To the locals he was an oddity who had served in Papua, and given to a periodic melancholy that took him to faraway places beyond his family’s reach.   You arrived at his remote shack to hear voices back among the trees, near an ancient Holden left to decay under a stand of fragrant, lemon-scented ironbarks.   Some thought it was a matter of the heart that brought him north to Queensland, along with the cousins you had yet to meet, the ones concealed in the lush undergrowth who might have answered…