I have finally finished this book, but it isn't just the books fault - at least some of the responsibility lies with our new puppy who, especially in November, did not leave me with enough energy read. Anyway, I'm finally done and I'm glad I read it. I must say that at first I struggled to care. Rot...
Simplicity, tedium and claustrophobia in the guise of stability and familiarity and warmth. I could sense the writer's primitive need for control when I was young, confirmed by news reports when I was an adult.
Rating: 3.5* of fivePosthumous books don't often turn out well (eg, Dream of Fair to Middling Women oh dear oh dear). Books excavated from immense piles of prose don't often turn out well (eg, Of Time and the River, echhh) either. And this book is both. Did it turn out well? Compared to Call It Slee...
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