One should read books one can love, I mean.
And well, I chanced on something I loved from the second page onwards. My recent Jean-Christophe infatuation took 200 pages to develop.
I will keep the identity of this author secret at this point, lest I change my mind and come back to this later to blush at my rash adoration. But….
…..the style is wonderful – rich, lyrical, intelligent, decorated with references to classic works of literature, it is like a more “alive” version of Byatt for lack of a better comparison. I now wish I could be reading this in the original.
(What’s the point of this declaration? No point. Just recording an enthusiasm.)