Bøker av Jane Carmody

The vast sea with its hissing, black swells surrounds us. Its cajoling, alluring, vindictive voice beckons and things happen. Suffusing the subconscious, the sea is rendered as a capricious backdrop to the frailties, failures and fraudulence of the characters as they fathom psychological or physical depths and test their courage to sink or swim.

They were all running. Running away from or to something. Something as brutal as rejection, lost love or perhaps obsession. For some it was a matter of running out of time, knowledge, faith or self-belief. But for all, the tender, the bruised, the brash, the feisty, it was the constant urgency to endure, to keep going, to squeeze in moments of reflection into tiny matchbox sizes of time and then get on with it.