19.10.09
You could use her great age as an excuse for her detached and fragmented style, but I found the same with her first novel, "The Grass is Singing". This one made marginally more sense, at least if you can buy into the 'fictional (auto)biography' that comes before the more harshly real memoirs. Perhaps some interesting issues raised on women's roles, family relationships and what could have been, but otherwise unengaging.
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