I have just finished this acclaimed novel by Hilary Mantel. Its premise is an intriguing one, that a very gifted psychic cannot bring herself to share the terrible realities of the afterlife with her clients, so flimflams them in the usual manner whilst enduring the tortures of characters from her abused past who she referrs to as "the Fiends".
It is a dark and harrowing book, but the psychic, scars-of-childhood sections are pointlessly lightened by long sections of suburban satire which are tepid and aimed at easy targets (neighbourhood watch - new build estates).
It could do with being half the length and twice as creepy, but I finished it, which is something. Another Murakami next. Huzzah.
It is a dark and harrowing book, but the psychic, scars-of-childhood sections are pointlessly lightened by long sections of suburban satire which are tepid and aimed at easy targets (neighbourhood watch - new build estates).
It could do with being half the length and twice as creepy, but I finished it, which is something. Another Murakami next. Huzzah.
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