Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
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The World My Wilderness: Rose Macaulay

It's 1946. The world is full of holes. There is one of them in central London where the bombs fell and took off the roofs- and the wild flowers fill up the cellars and climb the walls. A young girl from Vichy France- a one-time hanger-on of the maquis-  finds another maquis here- among the deserters and black marketeers who haunt the ruins. She and her younger cousin continue their war against a universal Gestapo which now comes kitted out in the blue helmets of the London constabulary.

Back home she did a very terrible thing.
 
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