I am reading a fantastic book at the moment: The Glass of Time by Michael Cox. This extraordinary man wrote while going blind and dying of cancer. When preparing for one of his surgeries he apparently was put on some steroids that gave him enormous energy and he decided to tackle the great ghost novel that had been on his mind for the last thirty years. He wrote not one but two books before he died last year.
The one I am reading--the second--is bold and sure and breathtaking in its scope. It is a sort of hazy Victorian green atmosphere and built with sharp language that slices right through. I love it. Wait for a rainy day when no book has obsessed you for a bit and then read it!
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I can't believe it's taken me this long to post! So much to say! Priya, I loved Michael Cox's first book and had no idea he'd passed until I read your blog. The world has lost a real fan and expert of Victorian lit, which is a big loss in my book. Can't wait to read Glass of Time.
ReplyDeleteGlass of Time is gorgeous and haunting. He keeps you waiting just long enough for each delicately built reveal. To think of what he was up against when he wrote it--humbling and staggering.
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