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My latest book, A Portrait Under Water, is a new take on the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. It’s a story of death, grief, and the unbreakable bonds of passionate love.
Eurydice’s husband Orpheus, a well-known musician, disappears from a party boat in Sydney Harbour on his thirtieth birthday. Three days later police recover his drowned body.
Desperate with grief, Eurydice tries to find a reason for his apparent suicide. The dead provide no answers, and the theories of friends and accusers – depression, obsessive love, a drunken accident – don’t satisfy her.
Fleeing a bitter, blaming mother in law and a morbidly curious press, Eurydice flies to Spain. There she explores the boundaries between the worlds of the living and the dead – but Orpheus is hard to reach. Wherever the dead may be, they don’t speak our language, and it’s a long way off.
When someone we love deeply dies, we can’t help looking for answers. Where are they now? Will we ever see them again? How do we keep on living when a part of us is gone forever? A Portrait Under Water is fiction – of course – but it’s also drawn from my own very personal experience of loss. So I hope it speaks to you and perhaps – if you too have lost someone – even helps in some way. If help there can be.