
Tonight, I started reading The Time of the Crack (title shortened to just The Crack after its initial publication in 1973) by Emma Tennant. This is a post-apocalyptic thing where a massive earthquake drastically rearranges London; the crack of the title runs where the Thames used to be, south London now being a lot further away. The main protagonist is Baba, a bunny girl from the Playboy Club, while other aspects of the story involve a soothsayer from a fairground leading a band of women, a couple of experimental psychiatrists, and some property tycoons. It’s OK but the author's got a magical realism thing going on which grates on me a bit. Still, it’s not very long so I’ll probably finish it

Goodnight all





, and LM added to the joy by wondering if they'd be allowed to disembark, quackhandle popped in, and WTFH was sussing out where & who in France was looking for a contractor.
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