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Possession: A.S. Byatt [Jun. 11th, 2012|05:44 pm]
Tony Grist
A Victorian tragic romance folded up inside a modern romantic comedy- rather beautiful and quite extraordinarily clever with all its mirrorings, doublings and post-modern self awareness. If Charlotte Bronte had come after Joyce and Nabokov- instead of so long before them- this is the sort of thing she might have written. 

Just one note of regret: the poems ascribed to the imagined Victorian protagonists don't quite work. They are the simulacra of poems, not really poems at all. Poetry is one thing you can't fake- not even if you are a wonderfully skilled writer of other things. Real poems have an inner life- a certain vitality of language- which these cleverly-crafted pastiche poems almost entirely lack.
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[User Picture]From: lblanchard
2012-06-11 04:42 pm (UTC)
Ha! A close-in branch of the Free Library has it. I may go scarf it up this afternoon.

The poetry won't bother me. I skip over the poetic bits in most things. They might as well be written in Elvish for all the attention I pay to them.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2012-06-11 05:02 pm (UTC)
It's jolly good.

You can't entirely avoid the poems. They're integral and full of clues.
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