by William Trevor
Sad, but beautiful. At times the stream of consciousness writing was very sensory and poetic, but there was always a steady current of plot pulling me along, making me wonder what would happen next.
Mr. Trevor struck a tuning fork on the marble fireplace then laid it in its holder - the resonance echoed through me.Again I find myself out of step because I thought this was brilliant along the lines of If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things crossed with The Remains of the DayFabulous writing - and...
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