THAT SILK EGG JEST KEEPS ON LAYIN'...!
So gratified not to be trashed by Litterbug which offers a review of moi SILK EGG and TRUE CRIME by Julie Lumsden. Thanks to Alan Baker who writes --
I was won over on encountering these lines:
He moved into her gift, woke each morning to soft warm
lucidity, and agreed as regards the irrelevance of ribbons.
The understated sensuouness of that last line is superb. Each novel is an unfinished narrative, a set of fragments, for which the reader can supply completion, or, alternatively, they could just enjoy the phrasing, imagery and the sense of mystery each piece invokes. At one level, this book is a satire on contemporary novels, with each of the ten novels being a precis of a certain type. Thus, "Opium-Centred Lace", is - parody is too strong, and not the right word - is the ghost or shadow of a novel that might be a travelogue with some sort of love interest. But the language has a light touch and is too lyrical to be a straightforward satire
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