Adam Foulds’ fictional account of Clare in High Beech asylum.“But at the height of his powers, his inspiration - it was something to behold. He lacked rhetoric. He lacked shape and used many unfamiliar words of his own dialect. But the living earth, the world he knew… if you will permit me an extravagant formulation, it sang itself through him. England sang through him, its eternal, living nature. Thousands of lines, and all of it fresh, seen, melodic, real. It was genius, absolutely. No can that power be destroyed…”
The Quickening Maze (page 175)
Jonathan Cape 2009
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I just started reading this book! Very intersting.
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