(Fourth Estate, 2005)
Gathering her followers in the darkness of the mythic forest, a self-proclaimed female Christ becomes the focus of an apocalyptic Victorian bohemia.
‘No one who is interested in the complexity of our society…could fail to be thrilled and quite possibly entranced by this remarkable volume’.
Robert McCrum, The Observer.
3.30 am: the stormy sea picks me up and carries me away; it's holding me to ransom, but no-one's going to pay
5 am: the rainy glittery night, the sea out of time; everything more beautiful than it ever was before
5 am: the hardness of the January sea, stripped bare and black by the cold I get out: if I stood still long enough, I'd be covered in frost