Deborah, the narrator, is a middle-aged woman reflecting on the touch and feel of years past. Lyrical and exquisite, My Hundred Lovers captures the sheer wonder of life, desire and love.Įmma Young in "The Sydney Morning Herald": "Johnson's eighth novel is the chronicling of one woman's sensory memory. 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. 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.
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