Month: May 2018

Being read to at its best. Cathleen McCarron performs the polyphony of this work with a Glasgow lilt and other dialects I cannot place but know. A love story as tinsel to trauma, all too much Mummy Darling but, oh, that voice.

A mesmeric voice, hypnotic from the first page to the last. Would like to read straight away again, cover to cover. Civil engineer, sun-charred calcium. An eye to the world that would see it made better. More planning, fewer politicians, more care.