This beautiful allegory is told in dialogue, bushes of imagery…built not in brick but pebble and stone, branch and leaf. I love how Jane has piled descriptions as if she was creating cairns with blunt objects. You fall in with Fleet immediately, into the yearning for what’s next. This is such a tale of desire, regret and magic which is at the heart of all creatures…and written with wonderful choices of words. She runs some together reminding me of McGough’s Summer with Monika, others slip around the page, down down with her ‘potholed road’. Reading the poem, Rabbits on page 24 will take your face into orbit with delight…
‘Buck an’ doe, dancing under wedding skies, kissing
clefty mouths together…’
This is a poetic novel, sneaking tension, fear and earthly setting to capture us, recognise our own flaws in younger years, feel the frustration of dealing with teenage angst, impatience and heartbreak from both sides.
From page 43:
‘…There is not much empty stomach room,
insides still swollen with hurts…’
Not a small book by any means; the time it must’ve taken to hold all this and get it down, each section in its own little package but not separate; it’s seamless with open space on the pages. From different points of view she deals with change and metamorphosis, comparison, differences and reactions of others to out-of-the-ordinary. Poems of myth, origins, move on to the price paid for knowledge only gained by living a whole life. I have so many favourite phrases and lines in this book – which I will keep on my shelf always – but this one from page 70 is fabulouslyrelevant:
‘This is a planet of garbage and steel.’
It slaps us right in the face with our reality. I think this book should sit beside Orwell’s Animal Farm and Richard Adam’s Watership Down quite comfortably. Even readers not usually interested in poetry will love this book…and remember it always…and buy it for friends and family.