It’s a lurid tale of little girls kidnapped (sometimes smuggled in coffins) and prostituted in Victorian London.
All I can tell you is that I found it underneath the bed of one of my four big sisters-where all the rude books in our house lived-some time in the 1970s or early 80s. (Still can’t figure out how Faber pulls this off.) Her keeper’s unstable wife is the white petal to Sugar’s crimson, different but akin, and Faber structures a thrilling drama around this pairing, with an ending that will make you cheer.Īnd one extra: a novel I can’t recommend, exactly, because I don’t know its title or author and haven’t been able to track it down, for all my Googling. Sugar is a memorably tough and smart whoreoine, whose itchy, flaky skin actually contributes to her erotic allure. I devoured this in hospital right after giving birth to our first child: now that’s what I call an engrossing novel.
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