The wet came that year with a cock-eye-bob; loud thunder, ragged streams of lightning and a wind of awful fury ... Now there was nothing in the whole wide river but tossing water, uprooted trees, a few bandicoots and kangaroo rats feebly struggling still, and an old wooden cradle carved with grapes and acanthus leaves in which a dirty brown baby sat drooling with bubbles at his mouth, snatching...

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You will not elude me. I will measure your every dimension, I will trace your smallest lines. I will undo you from the inside. You will feel it like waves running across your floorboards, you will feel it like water rising through your walls, you will feel it like a sudden disorientation, you will wonder what happened to your foundations.

An obsessive-compulsive cartographer...

Molly and Finn are passionate friends – and have been for over twenty years. They write to each other about lovers, risotto, mothering, and the many pleasures of the body. They write feisty letters – gossiping outrageously, arguing fiercely, exchanging present intimacies and past secrets. Finn, at Molly’s insistence, tells of her past love affairs in delicious detail. But there is one story...