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"An acute sense of peril" " a little strip of pavement above an abyss" but in the end, the lark still spilled its praise
on September 9, 2017
A beautiful book of meditation on life, loss, bereavement, death, nature through history, literature and personal memories. Written with fluidity, her own style of stream of consciousness, floating between personal and literary reflections and activities and observations. Writing rich in all 5 sensory stimulations and classic British love for botany-her being herbalist, particularly is very pronounced, I needed look up many flowers and birds and creatures. The river as the main element, the many concepts, images of water--source of life, but also burial place of many, the mysterious wonder and fear of what is underneath and the constant flow--is enriched by the author's knowledge of literature and ability to relate timelessly from mythology, Dante, Grahame, Iris and Beyle Murdoch, Virginia and Leonard Woolf and to herself and the readers.
"But that's how we go, is it not, between nothing and nothing, along this strip of life, where the ragworts nod in the repeating breeze? like a little strip of pavement above an abyss, Virginia Woolf once said."