A review by moirastone
Spill Simmer Falter Wither by Sara Baume

3.0

How could I have not realized more quickly where this novel was going? I was seduced by the lapidary beauty of the writing, and by the casual mastery of the setting's flora and fauna, I guess, and I wrongly assumed I was reading an Irish variant of the starchy British women - Hazzard, Gardham, Murdoch - I love so well. By the time I got a clue, it was too late; my heart was broken and my eyes red from crying.