by Louise Welsh
I thought of all of this as I lay in the high, damp grass of the churchyard, listening for the sound of pursuers. Tiny insects plied their trades, bustling to and fro like costermongers setting up stall on market day. The smell of earth and meadows reminded me of childhood and I remembered listening...
One of my all-time favorite books, with a fascinating subject and concise, atmospheric prose that is almost unparalleled. Read my revised review here. https://tcl-bookreviews.com/2015/04/19/the-mystery-of-christopher-marlowe/
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