Just finished M John Harrison’s “The sunken land begins to rise again”. Superb and disorientating. At times like Ackroyd or Sinclair but with a real sense of dislocated identities and lack of any certainty. You start off thinking you will discover something “real” within the narrative and then you discover that’s really not what the book is about at all.
Just finished M John Harrison’s “The sunken land begins to rise again”. Superb and disorientating. At times like Ackroyd or Sinclair but with a real sense of dislocated identities and lack of any certainty. You start off thinking you will discover something “real” within the narrative and then you discover that’s really not what the book is about at all.