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Hello, and welcome to Slate's Audio Book Club.

For Monday, June 27th, I'm Hannah Rosen, double X editor at Slate.

I'm joined here in the Washington studio with the lovely Margaret Talbot from the New Yorker. Hi, Margaret. Hi, Hannah. And in our New Haven studio, I don't know if it's our New Haven studio, in the New Haven studio, we have the lovely Emily Bazelon, who Slate's legal editor and also a doubleex editor. Hi, Emily. Hello. Today we will be discussing

Caleb's Crossing, which is the fourth novel of Geraldine Brooks, who's a Pulitzer Prize winner.

It takes place in the 17th century, the 1660s, to be more exact. And it's about a Native American who is called Caleb in the novel. That's not his original name. And mostly it's about

his relationship with a young missionary's daughter and not relationship in the way that you think,

although we'll discuss that because I'm very curious about that, why exactly they don't have a

relationship, which is intimated throughout the novel, but never actually happens. Or at least some sex.

At least some sex, something, something. You were waiting for that, huh, Emily?

That was kind of. I was waiting for the bodice ripping moment, which came later and with a different person. This is a different kind of book. Not with that noble sandwich. There was barely any bodice ripping. Don't oversell the sex content. Come on. There was sort of a heavy kiss, you know? Yeah, that's not bodice ripping.

It's not bodice ripping.

That's true.

No bodices were ripped in the making of this book. Yes. Okay. So we are getting a little ahead of ourselves here, ladies, with the bodices. It's warm here in Washington. I don't know how it is in heaven. I would like like to rip my body song. Really raining. Oh, really?

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