Lorna Sage

Bad Blood (eBook, ePUB)

A Memoir (Text Only)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

In one of the most extraordinary memoirs of recent years, Lorna Sage brings alive her girlhood in post-war provincial Britain. From memories of her family and the wounds they inflict upon one another, she tells a tale of thwarted love, failed religion, and the salvation she found in books.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: HarperCollins Publishers
• Erscheinungstermin: 25. Juli 2013
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9780007374281
• Artikelnr.: 39546868

Autorenporträt

Lorna Sage's books include 'Women in the House of Fiction' (1992), 'The Cambridge Guide to Women's Writing in English' (1999), a short monograph on Angela Carter, and 'Bad Blood', which won the 2000 Whitbread Biography Award and became a number one bestseller. She died in January 2001.

Rezensionen

'In a class of its own ... It is a measure of her achievement that she can turn the peculiarities of her own past - and they are peculiar - into a narrative that speaks for the whole of post-war Britian ... This is not just an exquisite personal memoir, it is a vital piece of our collective past.' Daily Telegraph

'A wonderful book. Women need this kind of book but perhaps men need it more, to give the sort of understanding which we still lack of how girls actually grow up.' Margaret Forster

'This could have been the saddest book you have ever read, but because of Lorna Sage's relish in the details, her exuberant celebration of the vitality of this clever, surviving girl, it is as enjoyable a book as I remember reading.'
Doris Lessing

'[a] rich, justly acclaimed autobiography ... this almost perfect memoir is a tribute to imperfection' Independent

'An almost unbearably eloquent memoir ... Bad Blood is also a tale of shared consciousness, and although the lives Sage describes clash with and limit her own, there is much that is redemptive here, and even elegiac' Frances Wilson, Guardian