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“Comyns’ novel is deranged in ways that shouldn’t be disclosed.” —Ben Marcus This is the story of the Willoweed family and the English village in which they live. It begins mid-flood, ducks swimming in the drawing-room windows, “quacking their approval” as they sail around the room. “What about my rose beds?” demands Grandmother Willoweed. Her son shouts down her ear-trumpet that the garden is submerged, dead animals everywhere, she will be lucky to get a bunch. Then the miller drowns himself . . . then the butcher slits his throat . . . and a series of gruesome deaths plagues the villagers. The newspaper asks, “Who will be smitten by this fatal madness next?” Through it all, Comyns' unique voice weaves a text as wonderful as it is horrible, as beautiful as it is cruel. Originally published in England in 1954, this “overlooked small masterpiece” is a twisted, tragicomic gem.
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A charming village
love in the air, baked in bread
gibbering madness.
It took me a long time to warm up to this book, but by the end I was rather charmed by it, although that's not the term to use for such a book. It felt slight to begin with but things slowly built up on each other to make it into something more than the sum of its parts. The ending was a tad abrupt and the wrap-up awkwardly cute. I finished it on the bus home from work on Friday but today I'm still thinking about it.