This city is for yearning. In the rain, a girl weeps against the glass wall of a bar. In the streets of Greenwich Village, women crowd around the velvet ropes of a nightclub. In the morning, a girl lies against her lover's breast. The stories of a life are cut and colored by the stories we've heard: the man who betrayed me, the first woman to touch her, the mother who never loved you. The Splintered Day is a novel about love, identity and the cross-currents of desire. A modern Madame Bovary, it introduces a distinctive, new voice in fiction.