Alone with the melancholy fountain for…

What a waste of time it was to read this sack of clichés. The opening scene has Deborah Levy shopping on Shoreditch High Street only to find herself being “seduced” by a banana plant. She is captivated by the “shivering, wide green leaves, also the new leaves that were furled up, waiting to stretch out into the world.” She goes on to describe the stall holder’s eyelashes, “blue-black and luscious”, which she imagines stretching “to the deserts and mountains of New Mexico.” This leads her to a riff on Georgia O’Keeffe, whose flower paintings are “peculiar, sexual, uncanny.”

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