Sauge, bored with her husband and Paris, leaves for a soujourn in her aunt's inhospitable Scottish castle, where she encounters her savage and androgynous twin cousins, Malcolm and his sister Jean, who elicit an ambiguous sexual response from Sauge
Commento: Un altro libro con dinamiche strane tra i personaggi e un'atmosfera tra il magico, l'inquieto e l'inquietante a contornare la vicenda. Molto breve, ma molto significativo. Le descrizioni mi hanno ricordato lo stile vago e onirico di F. S. Fitzgerald, che apprezzo molto.
This charming novella by Violet Trefusis packs a lot of whallop. The astute reader can sense where this is going, but doesn't quite want to give creed to the same primitive superstition that forms the basis for the plot. After finishing it, you're still not quite sure about the undergirding, and the emotional response of the reader is analogous to the protagonist's, although that's where the similarity ends. The cultural rituals of hermetically-sealed Scotland are unpropped if not laid bare, and this is reassuring for literary bitches like me -- i.e. to know that the erring of a head for puns is less of an issue than killing the deus ex machina that is Trefusis's hermeneutics.