January 29, 2010

Alice Oswald

Half-inched a copy of Alice Oswald's A Sleepwalk on the Severn from the books pile at work – and it's wonderful: dreamy, off-key and crepuscular, not unlike The Wasteland in parts. She is so exact and witty – "the fresh cracked fat of the mud", for instance. I enjoyed it more than Dart, which surprised me; perhaps my attachment to Dartmoor got in the way. I'd like a copy of Weeds and Wild Flowers next, if anyone's buying (Oswald is, by day, a gardener! How wonderful). Or Woods Etc...