![]() This brilliant novel will ensorcell readers with its anarchic energy, and its bewitching tapestry of fabulism and domestic drama. ![]() With Lanny, Max Porter extends the potent and magical space he created in Grief Is the Thing with Feathers. He is listening, intently, for a mischievous, ethereal boy whose parents have recently made the village their home. He is listening to this twenty-first-century village, to its symphony of talk: drunken confessions, gossip traded on the street corner, fretful conversations in living rooms. It also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort, a mythical figure local schoolchildren used to draw as green and leafy, choked by tendrils growing out of his mouth, who awakens after a glorious nap. This village belongs to the people who live in it, to the land and to the land's past. Voices rise up, as they might anywhere, speaking of loving and needing and working and dying and walking the dogs. ![]() It's no different from many others today: one pub, one church, redbrick cottages, some public housing, and a few larger houses dotted about. ![]()
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