Walking into the heart of the West Coast bush, Zillah wants to turn her back on a time sheâ€™d sooner forget. But relentless memory, and the five men she meets up the rugged valley, force her to confront what haunts her. What light can four strangers â€” and the enigmatic Joseph â€” shed on Zillahâ€™s disquieting past?
Bewitchingly evocative of its wilderness setting, and the heat of Spain, Zillah is a spellbinding, psychological thriller. Exquisite, astute, affecting, the novel brings the Watermark trilogy to a rich conclusion.
Just as Dark did, Zillah took me by surprise. I hadnâ€™t had sequels (sequelae?!) in mind when I wrote Watermark, but obviously Zillah still had some growing up to do and someone had to write that into being.
I was alarmed to find so many blokes with weapons crossing her path â€” men with cameras, guns, knives, spatulas (spatulae?) and blazing sticks. Freud would have had a field day. (Heâ€™d probably have had plenty to say, too, about the symbolism of going up valleys, sleeping in caves, and the kind of cleaning frenzies to which Zillah is prone.) Still, itâ€™s an important job for any young woman, to negotiate the tricky terrain of sexuality â€” hers and that of the men she encounters â€” to come to terms with her own appetites and anxieties; her mis-steps and her capacity to recover from them; her difficult and her delectable encounters.