Philip Womack
Malign Spirits
Terence Cave, the snobbish, wannabe aesthete at the centre of this troubling, compulsive novel, has dealt with the suicide of his mother and the murder of his wife; and he has watched his son Reuben fall, fatally, from a lamppost as his supposed friends look on, yelling in encouragement. Now all he has left is his daughter Bryony, a cello-playing, pony-loving ‘dream of a child’ where Reuben was ‘the dark sleep I could never comprehend’.
The novel takes the form of an extended letter to Bryony: ‘when you read this account you will look behind what I have done and a kind of truth will emerge’. As such, the intimacy creates a clotted, overwhelming claustrophobia, which captures
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