Eve is a complex character, a lesbian in a relationship with a woman, who finds herself in another, secret polyamorous relationship, engaging in mostly heterosexual acts with a rich white guy ... cue much angst and elegant late-night discussions of desire, sexual norms and power. Questioning queerness, control, feminism and more, I felt that whilst there was no final conclusion, perhaps prompting all these questions was the author's point?
It was stunning how she loved him, how lying against him seemed to undo her. Small moans like whispers escaped her while his hand kneaded her neck. The Emeralite lamps bled yellow light but their small rectangular nests were lurid green. I was reminded of how I felt in libraries: quick, awestruck, aware that this scale of knowledge was a freedom so great I would have disbelieved it had I not been born into its public shelter.
