Saturday Interrupted
Saturday morning. The postman shoves a package through the door. It is this gorgeous-looking book from Sepent's Tail: War Damage by Elizabeth Wilson. It is, I note, a literary thriller. I open it and start reading.
'"How did you get a key?"
Charles slid his smile sideways...'
Slid his smile sideways . Slid. If ever there was a 'mot juste' that must be it. Already I am interested.
The page ends:
'Trevelyan came at once with a strangled little whimper.'
A few seconds later I have finished the first chapter. I look at the clock - of course it's not just a few seconds in real time. Once again I have missed my spinnin' class. I shove the book away but it seems to be exuding a bookish pheromone: pick me up, it says, just another chapter. But I shall resist. I am already two books behind on my editing.
The blurb at the back says: 'somewhere between Patricia Highsmith and Sarah Waters' . Spot on, so far, I'd say.
Labels: Elizabeth Wilson, Serpent's Tail, War Damage
posted by Clare Dudman at 9:40 am
4 Comments:
You have rather tempted me into this one.
I am beginning to understand your preference for a laptop since I got back online earlier today with my newbie. I thought I'd hate the screen, but I don't. This little office is going to have a major de-cluttering soon...
Yes, CFR, I love my laptop. I use it as often as I can.
1.'he slid his smile'
OK I'm hooked too.
2. 'I shoved the book away'
I am a book-pig and we both know the shoving does not work.
3. laptops: on knees, in bed.
= www luxe
Oh, excellent pseudonym, Ann! And I love the succinct way you write. Thank you.
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