Dimensions
126 x 197 x 25mm
A young Greek-Australian woman travels alone through her ancestral landscape, speaking the old stories. She stumbles down the paths trod by her grandmother fifty years ago, paths rutted by civil war and goats and evasions for the unwary.
There is glass in this story, splintering, a heart filled with the weight of history. There is blood in this history, on the earth and on parted lips, utterances, furious bees caught forever in a vessel of their own making. There are shards of pottery to be pieced together and bones to be unearthed from citrus groves. There is a husband who is abandoned and a cousin who becomes a lover. There is the past and there is the present, and both blur in the telling. In the end there is only a grandmother and a grand-daughter, and each tells their own stories, glittering, hard, slippery with lies.
