![]() ![]() I understand the desire to set the storylines apart with some stylistic distinction, if only to make the reader's job easier, but I don't think that was the right choice. BUT the ending, which resolves into a sort of "Ok hombres, back to work" denouement as though it's that energy which is at the core the lifeblood of a man - THAT didn't sit as well with me.One minor quibble: I didn't care for the passages done in present tense. Didn't mind a bit the clubhouse jocularity. Scarred and awkward, yet strangely erotic and threatening, she listens to her hitchhikers as they open up to her, revealing clues about who might miss them if they should disappear. ![]() I definitely felt well-served with detail: weapons, fights, whorehouses, historic battles, cars, meals, injuries - everything was described with the right amount of the right detail, so I never felt left hanging or overrun.I've never been a guy, but I imagine if I were, I'd want to be Jimmy. In this haunting, entrancing novel, Michel Faber introduces us to Isserley, a female driver who cruises the Scottish Highlands picking up hitchhikers. ![]() Scotland’s a long way away, so after confirming it was him, I ran things pretty. He had responded to my review for Jonathan Glazer’s film adaptation of Under the Skin, starring Scarlett Johansson. Not hard enough, at any rate, to elevate the impact of the story to the same level as the words, which are used superbly.JCB's story spans time and place, Texas-Mexico, hunkering mostly around Galveston. A few weeks ago, I had the privilege to ask a few questions of Michel Faber, the author of Under the Skin and The Crimson Petal and the White. First rate borderland adventure, but without - for my taste - pushing any boundaries very hard. ![]()
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