A review by briancrandall
The Vet's Daughter by Barbara Comyns

5.0

I wandered round the streets of Clapham and Battersea in a dreary kind of dream. I remember looking in the windows of a number of outsize women's shops from which smirking, comely matrons, wearing shapeless dresses, gazed back at me with glass eyes. I walked on Clapham Common, where already autumn bonfires were burning although the leaves had hardly begun to fall, and ice-cream cornets were still being sold. I awoke from my dreary dream to listen to the speech-makers. I couldn't understand what they were talking about, but gathered they were mostly angry about something. I listened to the Salvation Army band, and somehow felt afraid of them. Terrible thoughts about Father putting Mother to sleep came into my mind, and I felt I might start shouting them out loud to the music. [34]