It is 11 April 1982 and a smell is coming down John Golding Road right alongside the boy-child, something attached to him, like a spirit but not quite. Ma Taffy is growing worried. She knows that something is going to happen. Something terrible is going to pour out into the world. But if she can hold it off for just a little bit longer, she will. So she asks a question that surprises herself even as she asks it, ‘Kaia, I ever tell you bout the flying preacherman?’
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(p) 2016 Orion Publishing Group
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(p) 2016 Orion Publishing Group
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This is my ultimate beach read. It has an explosive beginning that draws in a reader in the best way, excellent storytelling, incredible prose. It will keep you absorbed until the sun goes down
Miller's storytelling is superb, its power coming from the seamless melding of the magical and the everyday, which gives his novel a significant fabular quality
Like a wide-angled lens, Miller's novel fits much into a small frame - Augustown itself, Rastafari, gang and police violence, religious opposition to colonial rule - but still gives an impression of space
Driven by atmosphere more than plot, the language is as clear as spring water
Richly nuanced and empathetic . . . a vivid modern fable
Truly panoramic