A few weeks back I shared that John Preston’s The Dig had arrived on my TBR table.
In the meantime, yes, I have been reading it and yes again, it’s full of gorgeous words. The Suffolk countryside is very much a presence in the story and the related writing is always evocative.
The sequence that struck me most profoundly, though, was the concluding paragraphs of the main story (as opposed to the epilogue that follows.)
“Beyond Rendlesham, they were burning stubble. The columns of smoke were visib...
Published on March 21, 2021 10:30