From
The Fly, by Richard Chopping (1965) post by Brad Bigelow. Bigelow is chasing down a book, The Fly, from 1965 which he has seen referenced in an intriguing way. First he finds some of the old reviews which are reasonably scathing. I especially liked this one from
The Sunday Times:
Rarely have the filthy, petty particularities of loneliness — the Camembert among the hairbrushes, the menace of a tattered usherette — been give such a thorough going-over.
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