Grateful to have found this U.S first pub. edition of my dear "Mrs. Caliban." I read this several years ago, and it lives on in my mind the way all collisions of fairytales, Americana, and sci fi can do. While the novella resists just one interpretation, I see this work in part as one of casual domestic horror (my favorite kind ;)). Ingalls deftly explores loss, alienation, and the thrills and consequences of erotic substitution all through the relationship of one lonely housewife and her amphibian lover. Read this one. ❤