In this startling work of autofiction the unnamed narrator plunges us headlong into 1990s Melbourne bohemia -- a whirlwind of friends and strangers, decadence and despair, sex and drugs -- through the places she slept -- a boarding house with drug-addled landlord, share houses of aspiring artists and petty criminals, and roughing it on the streets. She lives for poetry and hungers for beauty, purpose and a place to anchor herself. Her voice is ironic, deadpan and darkly comic, an Artline marker her weapon of choice in expressing her presence in a city both richly accommodating and indifferent. Libby Angel's brilliant new work is filled with characters you'll wish you knew and those you're glad you don't. Where I Slept is an unforgettable portrait of a life on the fringes, a poem of longing and desire.