![]() ![]() Out of Love is, quite simply, the unravelling of our anonymous heroine’s relationship. The moment exists outside of time, as though it’s happening in the present but is already part of the past Out of Love, p263 ![]() It has already come and gone and faded into memory. What could possibly be missing from this scene, I wondered, which seemed so overflowing with light and love? Standing here, now, I finally understand the scene itself is absent. ‘Sunlight’ The poem began with a sunlit absence, but I had never understood that opening line until now. Suddenly, the words of some half-remembered Seamus Heaney poem come swimming up at me. At times, reading this novel felt like reading my own life like it was written for me. Not because I did not enjoy it, but because my connection to this novel feels so personal, I doubt my ability to fairly critique it. It will be difficult for me to recommend or review this book. “I think we like it because it’s not a fairy tale,’ I said. ![]()
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