Swimming Home: A Memoir

Introducing a major new Australian literary voice – an unforgettable memoir of the complicated love between a mother and daughter

I am sitting at my father's desk, waiting to call intensive care . . . It is September, the wattle is flowering, and it smells like napalm.

In this stunning memoir, full of black humour and razor-sharp observations, visual artist Judy Cotton captures the intricacies of family relationships and the push-pull of home.

Her mother, Eve, was a brilliant but exactin...