A novel by the 1979 Patrick White Literary Award winner. Crispin Clare has nearly died at the age of 24. Convalescing in Suffolk, he is drawn from his psychic isolation by his surroundings, his past and those around him. As a kind of therapy, he writes three strange tales of 12th-century Suffolk.
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A novel by the 1979 Patrick White Literary Award winner. Crispin Clare has nearly died at the age of 24. Convalescing in Suffolk, he is drawn from his psychic isolation by his surroundings, his past and those around him. As a kind of therapy, he writes three strange tales of 12th-century Suffolk.
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This is one of my favorite books--and I'm almost 60 and read for a living, so it's had a lot of competition. Randolph Stow was a real antiquarian as well as a marvelous poet and writer (I mean the adjective in all its senses). His imaginative freedom is thrilling, but invokes none of the dull sense of duty that can come with reading "poetic" or what we usually think of as "experimental" fiction He takes off from the medieval anecdote of the green children of Woolpit, two otherworldly siblings attested in chronicle and historia in the region (Surrey) and period (12th and early 13th century). They are also the trigger for the anarchist art critic and thinker about education Herbert Read's novel "The Green Child"--another remarkable book, but it won't burrow so deep into my own imagination.
