This is among the most transitional novels I have ever read. It’s so clearly the third of a series of four novels that it almost doesn’t make any sense on its own (and I’ve read the first two) and it’s almost confusing within the context of the whole series two because it has so little connection to the ways in which a novel is told. It’s almost like it couldn’t even muster enough edges and borders to be anything other than the middle chapters of […]
There would be no one but she who could not remember that.
A Man Could Stand Up by Ford Madox Ford
