Vee got me onto Muriel Spark last year when she forced me to read Loitering With Intent, a truly hilarious book. I recently-ish read The Finishing School, one of Spark's final novels and it wasn't as good. A Far Cry From Kensington, however, is not disappointing me.
This one, like the others I've read, is hard to describe; I'd call Spark a master of character interaction more than of plot. It's not that things don't happen in her books, for they certainly do. Rather, it's that the interactions almost always trump the actions they cause, arise out of, etc.
I've put Livy away for a little while; I need some prolonged story action.
I'm sick of Rome and will head to Florence on Tuesday. I hope it's more of what I'm aiming for on this trip; otherwise, I'll be very seriously tempted to just pack it all in and go home early.
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