There is an arresting specificity to Susannah Dickey's astute tragicomedy, in which sky is 'the colour of a cous cous salad', gods rub shoulders with video game characters and everyone is enslaved to desire. Corrupting the classically male, reportedly frivolous hendecasyllabic form, Dickey forges a register that feels ancient and millennial.
Ik heb een vraag over het boek: ‘bloodthirsty for marriage - Dickey, Susannah’.
Vul het onderstaande formulier in.
We zullen zo spoedig mogelijk antwoorden.
