We'd Never Expect To Understand A Piece

Do You Come To Art To Be Comforted, Or Do You Come To Art To Be Re-skinned?

[property] Is A Brilliant, Chillingly Revelatory Piece Of Fiction, A Work Of Craft, Economy And Such Good Merciless Observation-one Of Those Rare, Crucial Novels Illuminating A History We Think We Know And Understand So That After We've Read It We'll Never Forget Its Truths.

I Was At The Tail End Of The Family. The Next Brother Along Was Already Seven Years Older Than Me. I Remember Growing Up By Myself, Playing Games By Myself.

But Everything Written Has Style. The List Of Ingredients On The Side Of A Cornflakes Box Has Style. And Everything Literary Has Literary Style. And Style Is Integral To A Work. How Something Is Told Correlates With - More - Makes What's Being Told. A Story Is Its Style.

It's About The Connecting Force From Form To Form. It's The Toe Bone Connecting To The Shoulder Bone. It's The Bacterial Kick Of Life Force, Something Growing Out Of Nothing, Forming Itself Out Of Something Else. Form Never Stops. And Form Is Always Environmental.