![]() ![]() After the love, hatred and despair are done with, the great and trivial acts of her bodily life reveal an imperfect, yet whole self. There was a man in my bed and I did not know how he got there.Ī woman, on the eve of her fiftieth birthday, reflects on one hundred moments from a lifetime's sensual adventures. There was a cry, far off, almost out of earshot. The curtains were cream and blew softly in the wind. ![]() 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. A woman on the eve of her fiftieth birthday reflects on her life in the extraordinary, beautiful and shocking new novel from one of Australia's premier novelists.Ĭonfronting 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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