<p>'But what if we are all fictioneers? What if we all continually make up the stories of our lives? (?) Our life-stories are ours to construct as we wish, within or even against the constraints imposed by the real world?' J.M. COETZEE<br><br>A writer in her late thirties retreats to Landes in France for a while, fleeing from her own suffering after the break-up of a relationship. Little by little, she finds solace in writing about the losses in ...