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Byatt's first novel and like a lot of first novels, more warm and open and ragged and flawed than one expects from a book of hers.
I found Anna, her conviction that radical transformation awaits in the future, consequent inability to engage with anything in the present and her insistent sense that there was something precious in the waiting, pathetic and moving and the ending disquieting. I wish Anna had kept faith. I wish I had.
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