Words are powerful. They too can be the agents of what is new, of what is conceivable and can be thought and let loose upon the world. It’s me, an absolute sucker for classical retellings. There’s the obvious vogue of them going on right now, between Jennifer Saint and Claire North and Madeline Miller and Pat Barker &etc, but there’s also plenty of preceding ones, and when I learned (altogether too late) about David Malouf’s Ransom, I had to read it to see if it […]
“I am still here but the I is different”
Ransom by David Malouf
