Synopsis
'His free form structure is deceptively simple and the magic is a result of his precise choice of concrete words and accurate observation' - New Moon My Mother at the Undertakers (extract) I turned away but saw my father lean in close to her raise his hands into the space between his face and hers. For one moment I thought he was going to clap. Then it seemed he was going to hold her head. Or perhaps his. But what he did then was shake his hands, shake them in that space between his face and hers. It seemed like some ancient gesture some blessing. Or curse. Or both. Wishing her safe passage? Or cursing her for leaving him. He stared and muttered looked away and looked again. I could see what he was doing: forcing this picture into his mind, making himself hold on to this last view of her after forty years of knowing it like the back of his hand. Or hers. Also by Michael Rosen: The Golem Of Old Prague You Are, Aren't You? * Did I Hear You Write?
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