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§'When two people meet is it need, fantasy or love? Slack-Tide takes us on an urgent journey and kept me reading late into the night.' Esther Freud
'By midsummer the thing between us was finished, and it was as if a storm had torn the roof from over me.'
It is four years since the loss of a child broke her marriage, and Elizabeth is fiercely protective of her independence. She meets Robert - exuberant, generous, apparently care-free - and they fall in love with breath-taking speed.
Slack-tide tracks the ebbs and flows of the affair: passionate, coercive, intensely sexual. When you've
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§'When two people meet is it need, fantasy or love? Slack-Tide takes us on an urgent journey and kept me reading late into the night.' Esther Freud

'By midsummer the thing between us was finished, and it was as if a storm had torn the roof from over me.'

It is four years since the loss of a child broke her marriage, and Elizabeth is fiercely protective of her independence. She meets Robert - exuberant, generous, apparently care-free - and they fall in love with breath-taking speed.

Slack-tide tracks the ebbs and flows of the affair: passionate, coercive, intensely sexual. When you've known lasting love and lost it, what price will you pay to find it again?
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Autorenporträt
Elanor Dymott was born in Chingola, Zambia, in 1973. She was educated in the USA and England and spent parts of her childhood in South East Asia, where she later worked. Her first novel, Every Contact Leaves a Trace, was published in 2012. She lives in London.
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Often, the best books work on you subcutaneously, by accretion, not letting you know precisely what they're about until days or even weeks after you've finished them... Vivid and memorable... Slack-Tide is a fierce and often very funny send-up of a generation of men who think they can have their cake and eat it. Alex Preston Observer