All the drudgery and disappointment of living had only been a way of getting her here; Finally clean, caffeinated, and part of a narrative” (174).
A young potter in London turns her focus away from the bleakness of her life and onto a box of old letters she discovers in an archive. She is enraptured by the string of parallels between her life and that of the mysterious artist who wrote the letters thirty years before. Quiet, dazzling, and severe, The Last Sane Woman presents the darkness and romanticism of an artist’s life with cool honesty. With precise and stirring prose, Regel draws lines between past and present to expose the secret vanities and private obsessions of aspiring artists who are desperate to assign meaning to their lives.
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