A review by readingtheend
Parasol Against the Axe by Helen Oyeyemi

2.0

WELL I suppose at some point I'm going to have to accept the idea that Helen Oyeyemi's new books aren't auto-buys for me anymore. I haven't loved one since Boy, Snow, Bird, which itself I felt bloody complicated about. Parasol against the Axe kind of felt like nothing, just a collection of events and idas and images that didn't come together for me into a coherent whole (which in retrospect is how I felt about the train journey book as well). Blah. Crushing.