It can't really be past 1.00pm, can it? But it is. I am now reading INGLEDOVE by Marly Youmans. I have read a few of Marly's books already so I know I am in for a treat. There is something about Marly's writing that floats. It is light and springs along and yet is beautiful and deep at the same time. I like things that seem to have contradictory natures. Marly describes the characters in her book like this: 'light and dark' and strangely I think I know exactly what she means. There is that look that some people have - as though underneath they are dark but on top they are bleached - either by the sun or by something else they have seen.
At the moment the characters are floating in a boat above a drowned village - which is a place where they used to live. That is such an evocative idea. One of the characters, a girl called Ingledove, imagines that people are still there, walking around, going about their business.
The descriptions are beautiful because Marly is another poet, and it is easy to tell:
'Arteries of copper branched through the slopes, some of the veins almost thirty feet wide, with metal so pure it could be moulded by hand.'and:
'...a great upside-down money tree, its center trunk sunk more than two thousand feet into the ground ...Gold nuggets were the berries on the branches...'Excellent stuff. If I were a child with this book it would be one of the ones I would read again and again.
I am going to have to stop now for the chores and do some writing of my own but I hope to be back later...