Grief. Obsession. Time.
A book of madness, of talking symbols and imaginary animals.
One of the more peculiar reads in my TBR pile which I finished this evening.
I picked it up on a book tube recommendation and am very grateful that I did so. It’s very difficult to describe.
A polyphony of voices that interlope swinging back, forwards, sideways, all ways – it reads like being stuck in a flurry of black feathers and suddenly finding yourself in a dream much alike Agent Cooper’s Red Room. You are an outsider, patiently observing a very personal crisis. You can see inside other’s minds and hearts but you have no control of where you’re going; you ache, who is Ted Hughes?. you chuckle, you feel your heart sink and your face grimace. It’s a play, it’s a poem, it’s lore all shaken – not stirred – into 114 pages. Also, the cover designer is Emily CROW.