It's funny, I can never read emmigration books but I'm always drawn to the prose. I feel like I know what Phillips means, describing the London sky as a coffin lid. But in books emmigration always seems to end at heartache; they never show the erosion that turns London into home. The characters, even if they leave 'home' at a very young age, never seem to fall for the world outside their door and spend a life time pining for something far away. And that's not what really happens.
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Date: 2010-07-19 02:27 pm (UTC)