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Elizabeth Smart and the Language of Love

By Grand Central Station I Sat Down And Wept is intense. Elizabeth Smart’s novella is an outpouring of love and despair for the man she wants. He comes to visit with girlfriend in tow and that’s the point Smart takes off. Reading it can at times be baffling and several times I wasn’t sure what was going on. But it’s not a novel that’s supposed to be gulped down like Bridget Jones’ Diary. It certainly is not for ditzy queens. You need to gird yourself with as much ancient myths as you can remember and a wonderful facility for allegories and metaphors. Some people, hell no, might call this pretentious like chavs gaping at a Mondrian at the Tate Modern. Anyway I loved it. It is superb reading rather like an Arcimboldo painting that surprises without cessation.


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