![]() ![]() But these often visceral diversions aren’t just a metaphor for an author battling to write about love and loss. He weighs up gouging out Dad’s eyeball for fun or mercy, but settles for leaving him a feather. “I won’t leave until you don’t need me any more,” he says.Īs he stays, Crow’s earthy explorations into the family’s grief take on the form of a prose poem. Two young boys and their father are grappling with the unbearable emptiness caused by their mother’s sudden death, and as Dad navigates the “organisational fakery” of his days he is visited by Crow, equal parts babysitter, philosopher and therapist. ![]() But for all its clever conceits, this slim novel (128 pages) also manages to strike at the heart of how precious and fleeting love can be. ![]()
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