The woman cannot move. From her bed she watches the minutiae of the sparely furnished hospital room, through the monotonous repetition of days, apparently in total acceptance of her condition. She listens, thinks, remembers. Eva Figes exposes a relentless cycle of human failure, unfulfilled longings and inescapable responsibility. Through this individual tragedy, seen from a new and disturbing angle, Eva Figes probes the deepest trauma of a woman's psyche.