The Weeping Cufflinks
The intended effect
A cautionary tale which feels like a Richard Dadd Victorian faery painting – crowded with odd colour, ancient mischief, flowery-chaos – yet transplants such vintage trickery into the cold, calculating, venal world of City of London financial traders.
Reactions
“The breadth and breath and stretch and sensuality and audacity of the language is fabulous.”
“A beautifully sharp and witty piece of folk hauntology in London … publishing at its underground best. Why haven’t you read this yet?”
The intended effect
A cautionary tale which feels like a Richard Dadd Victorian faery painting – crowded with odd colour, ancient mischief, flowery-chaos – yet transplants such vintage trickery into the cold, calculating, venal world of City of London financial traders.
Reactions
“The breadth and breath and stretch and sensuality and audacity of the language is fabulous.”
“A beautifully sharp and witty piece of folk hauntology in London … publishing at its underground best. Why haven’t you read this yet?”
The intended effect
A cautionary tale which feels like a Richard Dadd Victorian faery painting – crowded with odd colour, ancient mischief, flowery-chaos – yet transplants such vintage trickery into the cold, calculating, venal world of City of London financial traders.
Reactions
“The breadth and breath and stretch and sensuality and audacity of the language is fabulous.”
“A beautifully sharp and witty piece of folk hauntology in London … publishing at its underground best. Why haven’t you read this yet?”