Her sense of reality severely warped by a childhood spent in feminist communes populated by lesbian university lecturers and PhD students, Clytemnestra finally visits the Spanish village where she must have been conceived. The people there have never read a book, let alone heard of radical feminism; and a woman can be called Immaculate Conception, know both of her progenitors Éand not find it in the least bit strange.
Her excitement at coming into contact with this new world becomes increasingly desperate as the novel unfolds.
She has been nurturing the image of her father ever since she first read her mother's manuscript for an unpublishable romantic novel. She knows the facts of his existence from her motherÕs doctoral thesis on the Castration Complex in a Spanish Village. Now she is ready to face the real man.
But who is he? And, come to that, who is she?