Forty years ago I first linked up with Unguentine and we made love on twin-hulled catamarans, sails a-billow, bless the seas.
So begins the courtship of a certain Unguentine to the woman we know only as Mrs.
Unguentine, the chronicler of their sad, fantastical tale.
For forty years, they sail the seas together, alone on a giant land-covered barge of their own devising.
They tend their gardens, raise a child, invent an artificial forest--all the while steering clear of civilization.
Log of the S.
The Mrs.
Unguentine is a masterpiece of modern domestic life, a comic novel of closeness and difficulty, miscommunication and stubborn resolve.
Rarely has a book so perfectly registered the secret solitude of marriage, how shared loneliness can result in a powerful bond.