This is a skilful
collection of stories, about identity and dislocation.
The nature of the
dislocation varies from character to character – some it is the
result of physical moves of geographic, others it comes in more
subtle ways.
These are richly
told, as you would expect of a writer of the calibre of Minhinnick,
while each people gets just 10 to 20 pages I felt you experienced
them as fully rounded – in the way that you sometimes, albeit
rarely, meet someone and almost instantly they become an “old
friend”.
Maybe there is a
particular attraction in this kind of narrative, where we walk with a
gathering of people whose common bond is that they are in different
ways “misfits”, for those of us who have always been somewhat ill
at ease about our place in society.
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