Page 45 Review by Stephen
Ah, such bucolic beauty!
Specifically old woodland and all those ancient forests of which we have since been denuded!
You might want to check out Tim Bird's magical, lyrical THE GREAT NORTH WOOD for that.
The rustic idyll where man and woman can join hands in partaking of the beauty of nature, fill their hearts with love, their lungs with sweet fresh air, and feel the breeze sweep softly through their so recently washed, fragrant hair.
Or, as folklore would have it: where they'll be robbed, raped and cursed for all eternity.
Charles Vess (SANDMAN, STARDUST and FABLES: 1001 NIGHTS OF SNOWFALL etc), master of gnarled, knotted trees illustrates a variety of myths, often in verse, which overwhelmingly conjure up a landscape haunted by tricksters, shape-shifters and other assorted demons.
But enough about the British Countryside Alliance.
Powerful! Majestic! Heart-rending!
Fated - and of course fêted too!
Black and white, I hasten to add, with some excellent lettering, this is perfect for autumnal evening reading with a bottle of Burgundy, snuggled up by the fire.
I know it's now December, but that works equally well.
I promise you that on the boiled-up, seasoned, then reduced coulis of my grandmother's plump and once-beating heart.
