I know nothing. I am a tabula rasa, a blank sheet of paper, an unhatched
egg. I have not yet become a woman, although I possess a woman's shape.
Not a woman, no: both more and less than a real woman. Now I am a being
as mythic and monstrous as Mother herself....
New York has become the City of Dreadful Night where dissolute Leilah
performs a dance of chaos for Evelyn. But this young Englishman's fate
lies in the arid desert, where a many-breasted fertility goddess will
wield her scalpel to transform him into the new Eve.