Reviews

Vertigo by Joanna Walsh

acordulfin's review

slow-paced

2.25

We sit in the ruin, each reading a book, or three of us read out of four. Three different voices speak to us. We have taught the children to read again this week. Here, where there is no voice, apart from ours, they are desperate for any other. They will even sing to themselves, sometimes. The boy whistles. He makes his voice croak. He sings the same thing again, but breathing in. A bird echoes the first notes of Vivaldi.

Walsh's writing is smart and sophisticated but the stories felt so lifeless to me.

helenmcclory's review against another edition

A cool devastation of stories.