(by Hannah Kent)
Once the reader accepts the book as a claustrophobic minuity, s/he will find this wintery Icelandic saga is worth the solitary confinement; a lucid and authentic small tale of murder and retribution, with as much cause for optimism as in a Ken Loach film. Ken Loach should buy the film rights.
[Update note: Ms Kent’s second novel is due out. No pressure, but….]While your email address is required to post a comment, it will NOT be published.
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