Nights at the Circus
Angela Carter
(picador, 1984)
A delight from start to finish, from the gaslit theatres and whorehouses to the Siberean wastes. There are tangents and sub-stories, tall tales and flights of fancy. And this is a very womanly novel. I am deeply, deeply envious of her skill.
And thanks to Annie for recommending I read it.
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April 01, 2004
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