Salt Crust Sunset

The ferry trip  to the Quay, has a constant once-upon-a-time-ness, a feeling that at any minute, you might suddenly shift into a novel.Like Elizabeth Harrower's The Watch Tower, which I have just finished reading.  It as just been reprinted in the excellent Text Classics series, and while I might rightly chastise myself for not reading it before, I could better spend my time reading more Harrower.  Despite the gulf of time between the novels' characters and this ferry trip, they both share in that out of kilter, sense of near claustrophobia.  Harrower's portrait of middle class misogyny is acute, and sadly, still completely relevant.

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