A review by druidinary
Monkey Grip by Helen Garner

emotional reflective sad slow-paced

4.0

Melbourne grit lit.

I have leaked myself away towards you for nearly two months now. I ought to put the plug back in, fill up the tub again for myself and other people; and I try, but all the time there's this stubborn little trickle running away, running away towards some unknown place where you are killing yourself.