A review by kali
Gilgamesh by Joan London

5.0

A short novel, but an epic. Set in 1930s/40s, following three generations across the world, from SW Australia to London, Turkey, Armenia, Syria, and back 'home'. Edith Clark yearns, and does want she wants, taking her baby to places that exist as mythological fantasies, to search for a father for her son. I cried so hard on the second last page as I didn't want to finish. Because I knew that when I did, I would be wracked with longing to 'take off'.