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Off the Shelf
By Julia Gregson
| Wednesday, November 09, 2016
When I first discovered Molly Keane a few years ago, it felt
like meeting a hilarious, deliciously spiteful, and observant new friend for
the first time. Her humor is so sly, her characterizations merciless. In her
naughtiness, she reminded me of a kind of adult Roald Dahl, but she is also a
poet at heart. Elegant and allusive, few writers I know can evoke the agonies
of snobbery, or of a broken heart, or the atmosphere, smell, and character of
a room as she can, or the beauty of the Irish countryside at dawn. READ
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