By the Thames in midwinter a pub is filled with storytellers. A drenched, wounded man, holding an apparently dead child arrives. This provides them with their next story and ours. The child, not dead after all but not speaking, is claimed by different people whose stories we hear. The story flows fast and slow, twisting like the river itself. I was captivated by the writing and the atmosphere Setterfield created.
(Christine Miller - bwl 93 Summer 2019 ) |
