![]() When Edward Mackley went off on his expedition in the early 1900s, he left behind Emily, his devoted, hopeful new bride. Sackville explores these contradictions only to deflate them, collapsing time such that a polar explorer’s wife and her great-great-niece can inhabit the same literal and emotional space despite being separated by more than a century. All:Ī sweltering summer versus an encasing of ice an ordinary day versus decades of futile waiting. That said, they do share a dreamlike quality and the search for people and places that might serve as refuges in a shattered life. Eliot*, specifically his poem “Burnt Norton.” I couldn’t resist the urge to review them together (along with Rapp’s recent sequel) – although, unlike with my dual review of two books titled Ex Libris, I won’t pit them against each other because they’re such different books. In the meantime, I’d also acquired a copy of Emily Rapp’s memoir The Still Point of the Turning World as part of a big secondhand book haul at the start of the first lockdown.īoth books take their title from the eminently quotable T.S. ![]() ![]() I finally put it on my wish list and got a copy for Christmas. ![]() Amy Sackville’s debut novel, The Still Point, had been on my radar ever since I read her follow-up, Orkney. ![]()
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