(Fourth Estate, 2001).
Netley’s vast Victorian hospital stood for one hundred years of history, its traumatic, gothic story echoing out through personal memoir and collective memory.
‘A book that has everything a passionate reader could want – a subject that far transcends the trivial pursuits of contemporary writing, concerns both public and private, astonishing details, stylistic precision, a unique sense of time and place, and a great depth of vision.’
W.G. Sebald, Sunday Telegraph.
“Saints diving through the firmament, devils flickering like fire, angels back-crawling through transparent seas.”… t.co/z4mtldA8SW
2 am: the moon floodlights the sea like my room, lighting my way into outer space; I'm swimming nowhere, slowly.
2 am: swimming into a cool, electric moon, shining on another me, under the sea.
Launching on 23 September @TheAIPlym: the start of our voyage into The Rime of the Ancient Mariner… t.co/ArziFAvQFr
2 am: all silvery, the moon and sea, held under, waiting for me