A friend has leant me Gillian Mears’ Collected Stories and I am loving each perfectly selected word in the beautifully constructed sentences.
Not too long ago, I read Foal’s Bread and, because it was an uncorrected proof copy that came with some rather strict instructions, I wasn’t game to do a review. I couldn’t resist a comment at the time though.
I thought I’d share a couple of sentences with you from one of the stories in this collection (USQ, 1997) titled ‘Rosemarion’.
Walking past the fruit store I can smell the strawberries turning dark and soft and violent.
From the nose and thumbprints smudging the glass I see I’m not the first person to backtrack here this morning.
The cakes are a perfect weight in my hand.
I lie backwards and see the sky, blue and furrowing, move towards me.
Mears is a joy to read.