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Barry last year, Toibin and Trevor Booker-mugged this year?

The Guardian's Robert McCrum, he who, of late, has been too enthusiastic about Kindle, has asked why Colm Toibin's 'small masterpiece' has been left off this year's Booker shortlist. He's right. It is a small masterpiece. A narrative of exile expertly controlled and slowly revealed until all the sadness is there, gaping. William Trevor also didn't make it. One has to ask why. I felt that Sebastian Barry's The Secret Scripture was robbed last year. What links these three great books from masters of the form? Yes, they're all Irish. Too good by half, it would seem.

Anyway. I've been struggling with getting my own revised structure down on paper this week, but I think I've done it, well, not 'done it' as set in stone, but it gives me a good idea of what needs to be included. Much thought still has to go into the chronology of all the events, which will not be linear. Wondering where to get a sense of Brussels in the nineteenth century, which is where Mary Burns spends 1845/6, I have turned to Charlotte Bronte's Villette. It has been on my bookshelf for a good few years and I've never got round to reading it. Many claim that it is overshadowed by Jane Eyre, and that Villette is a masterpiece in its own right. I'm enjoying it so far. Not sure if I'll get the sense of 19thC Brussels that I'll need but....onwards.

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I thought I'd upload the critical element of my PhD thesis. Hopefully, for those who are interested enough to read it, it will make sense despite the references to my creative work, which I can't upload as I'm seeking publication. And besides, at 68,000 words...

I'm also going to tweak section one of this three section critical paper with a view to journal publication because of the academic interest in the claims I make of Mary.

-Dedicated with love and respect to Dr Bruce Lloyd-

And in memory of my parents:
Thomas Valentine and Joan Theresa
Good people who taught me so much more than they realised


The biggest thank-you is due to Norma Clarke, Professor of English Literature and Creative Writing at Kingston University, who supervised this PhD. I never had cause to doubt my initial instincts as Norma proved to be the best mentor I could ever have wished for.

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