
'From a remarkable new Australian author comes The Anchoress, a story set in the thirteenth century within the confines of a stone cell measuring seven paces by nine. Told largely from the perspective of a woman who tries to shut away the world by becoming an anchoress, literally entombing herself for life inside a tiny cell, it tells us so much about how what it is to be human. Tiny in scope, but universal in themes, it is a wonderful, wholly compelling fictional achievement. ' (Publication summary)
Epigraph:
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so –
'Tis Living – hurts us more –
But Dying – is a different way –
A Kind behind the Door –
The Southern Custom – of the Bird –
That ere the Frosts are due –
Accepts a better Latitude –
We – are the Birds – that stay.
–Emily Dickinson