To call it a travel book feels like a dangerous oversimplification. A journey through Suffolk becomes a haunting meditation on places, people - their works and transitory lives - and the past. Once you are onto his wavelength, which takes a chapter or two, the effect is mesmerising. Impossible to convey its unique and sympathetic flavour but the mood lingers. Best thing I read in 2011.
(Tony Pratt - bwl 63 Winter 2011 ) |
