Despite acres of Victorian allusive poetry, pregnant with myth, and a whole chapter of letters from poet to poetess, mostly discussing nothing, this book draws you in. But oh how shallow the modern world appears and how unromantic our couplings and uncouplings are compared with the enforced chastities and unconsummated desires of the past.
A mystery but also a satire on the obsessions of the modern biography industry.
Delightful. The winner of the Booker Prize in 1990
November 2011; 511 pages
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