Loving Bennet at the moment. The first story: The Laying on of Hands, is so minutely observed. It’s feels like an essay on human nature. His voice is of light touch parody always works well in the setting he chooses. Fave bits so far include: The plump priest with ‘Romish inclinations’ whose frame caused his cloak to ‘swish’ – which people in the slum parish didn’t seem to mind.
What do you guys think?
Jon
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