I was hoping to love this book but merely enjoyed it – but enough to order her next one, Slow Days, Fast Company. I thought I recognized Gram Parsons (she changes some names) and a quick web search seemed to corroborate this.
In my case however it’s Slow Days, Even Slower Parcel Company so in the meantime I read:
It has three sections: Mosque, Caves, Temple. Christianity is playing away from home here, and in an unlit cave echoes take the place of shadows and the G&T crowd from the Club mistakes these echoes for acts, of a devious nature – like the old biddy complaining about the builders whistling a dirty song – and in an outbreak of collective hysteria fastens on the occurrence as an opportunity to vindicate their own racial prejudices.
Still no Eve, so I’m now kicking off with