What is true for one relationship, for one painting, is not true for another...each possesses its own strange inevitability that resists us and we can never finally know what it is we are doing until the work is finished...It is as if the picture paints itself through us, the story tells itself t...
Why is it, I wonder, that I am forever recording my moments of awakening? I assumed Dougald had another early visitor, and I turned over and covered my head with the blanket. The barking persisted, becoming more frenzied by the minute, and I was soon convinced that something must be amiss. I got ...
There’s John Grabbe, Tolland, Mrs Grant, Lord Harbringdon, the two second-horsemen, Cheyne and the Tiger, and they’ve formed themselves into a mounted semicircle in which the half-dozen or so liberated hounds are contained. Jack Perry is dismounted and standing in front of the half-door, about fi...
Susan and Annabelle loaded the gear into Susan’s Pajero the night before and left Townsville in the dawnlight the next morning, heading south along the Bruce Highway, Susan keeping her foot down hard and swearing at the trucks and caravans that were slowing them. She held the trembling steering w...
She was lying awake beside John, watching the slow dawn and wondering if Bruno was going to bring their order and stay for his midday meal as usual, or whether he would keep away from Chez Dom. She hadn’t seen him since Friday and was dreading the thought of having to face him. But she also wante...
But there is too much to remember now. The eleventh hour of the eleventh month and so on … Let us forget. And was I entirely sane? I’m sure he was right to fear for my sanity even then. Am I sane now? How are we to know? In 1938, when he and I first met, the greatest insanity of all was about to ...