By turns humorous, sharp, haunting and wise, this is an original and exhilarating novel from one of Australia's premier writers. After the love, hatred and despair are done with, the great and trivial acts of her bodily life reveal an imperfect, yet whole self. A woman, on the eve of her fiftieth birthday, reflects on one hundred moments from a lifetime's sensual adventures. There was a man in my bed and I did not know how he got there. There was a cry, far off, almost out of earshot. The curtains were cream and blew softly in the wind. ' Geraldine Brooks That afternoon in the small bedroom the light was blue. Susan Johnson is a writer in her prime, and her most enduring love affair is with language itself. 'Confronting the inevitable desiccation of her ageing body, a woman reflects on her life as an erotic adventurer, and through these vivid stories of the flesh, a mind and a soul emerge in full.
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