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Originally Posted by Irene Wilde
That is high praise indeed from you Ms. Syb.
I remember my first trip to London, on one of several occasions I got completely got lost, and found myself in Bloomsbury. Goosebumps, I tell you. I contemplated for the briefest moment licking the walls or rolling around on the sidewalk -- anything to ingest a small piece of the place, to have some tiny speck of the mystique of The Bloomsbury Group rub off on me. Alas, such things are not contagious.
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I work pretty much in Bloomsbury now and have lived there in the past. And it is just amazing. Anyone with even an inclination for literature will feel it.
Yes, it is praise ... but the greater the distance in terms of time since I put the book down, the more I find myself thinking of it and continuing to muse on the issues.
For me to put it on the same level as
Death in Venice is, for me, a massive thing – and not something that I do lightly. But I really haven't felt such a literary impact since them. It really is a stunning book. It's everything that I aspire to myself. Amazing. And beautiful. And angry. And just extraordinary.