It’s 2018’s Northern Book Prize winner by Amy Arnold, and I’ve not photographed it here because my press copy was far less appealing than this version in Buzz Magazine!
Here’s a snippet:
I’ve never read such a poetic piece of prose before. Every word of the novel seems fished-out, curated, hand-picked. Just like Ash, our intriguing first-person narrator, who’d rather be swimming and climbing trees than dealing with the psychological complexity of her life. Confused by what she considers other people’s unhealthy and pointless fixation with time and the keeping of it, Ash instead fixated on words, the way they change, the way people choose to use them, and their meanings, rather than what is actually happening around her. […] The narrative is so convincing that we develop a grotesque fascination with Ash’s life as she grapples with her sensuality, sexuality and engagement with the world outside of her mind. Reading it felt like seeing something underwater – just shapes, colours and blurry images that only make sense once we energy from the water, gasping for air.