“ Hedonism and heritage collide in this vivid, engaging memoir. ”
Melbourne Times Weekly
“ Chang’s book is dance-like: charismatic and light on its feet, underpinned by careful, hard work. ”
Helen Sullivan, Sydney Morning Herald
May 1, 2017
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May 1, 2017
I wake up naked and alone. Last night’s dress is a pool of tarnished glitter at the foot of the bed. My brain feels like it’s had a saw run over it, jagged teeth scraping across soft grey matter.
I lift my eyes from a make-up smeared pillow to meet the ambivalent gaze of my adopted street cat, Caspian. If only cats could talk. I wonder how I got home. Fragments of the last twelve hours come to me: my climactic stage turn, a round of champagne cocktails, a sea of hungry eyes . . . and then the canopy of unconsciousness from which I am now painfully emerging.
The wall clock reads 9 a.m. I have to be at work in an hour! I think through a foggy cloud. I summon shreds of a dancer’s discipline to pull myself out of bed. Smoggy light spins like a disco ball as the honks of traffic float up twenty-one floors of glass and concrete. I try to stop my legs from buckling as my feet touch the floor.Continue Reading