Leash charts the messy collisions of longing and dependency in downtown New York as Chris, Jane DeLynn’s disillusioned narrator, seeks an antidote to mundanity by answering a personal ad. What begins as a sadomasochistic relationship with a woman Chris knows only as “Sir” evolves into an epistolary chronicle of eroticism and obsession, self-knowledge and self-effacement. DeLynn writes with keen attunement to the yearning for intensity amidst quotidian life, and a rare tenderness for people making the same mistakes over and over again.