Deàn's first-time, married, lover dying in his arms, leaving him alone with her baby son, leads to a journey of discovery of himself and all those connected with her. This indescribable book - part Tristram Shandy part Proust - explores subjective/objective truth and lots more in a kind of hypnotizing minuet of evolving interwoven themes. I don't know how the English translator coped (I read it in Italian) but don't be put off! Just read it!
(Annabel Bedini - bwl 33 February 2006 ) |
