Puck

by David Rose

12 pages, Paperback

First published September 1, 2012

Reviews

[Des Lewis · Rating 4 out of 5]

“But next to the skull is some sort of pot, seen from above. The pot has been identified as an earthenware jar, a pun on the name Alfred Jarry,…”

Jars, pots, bowls, pitchers, Longfellow’s Priscilla as a second name, too, echoing my earlier Nightjar reviews, and more.
This was as if written for me seeking a gestalt from leitmotifs, an extrapolative rhapsody on art, blending textured specific and general painterly references galore letting the real stars through, a countrified escape from light pollution, with birdwatching terminology; estranged marital artists and their singular progeny symbiotically enhanced as well as threatened by art and the disease that is also let through as well as the stars being let through.
Beautiful and frightening.

[Alan · Rating 4 out of 5]

excellent creepy story about a painter who takes his child on a painting trip to somewhere (Devon?) where light pollution ceases. To get 'true dark'. Spends his time thinking about/obsessed with the painting rather than his daughter: typical artist!

Have bought 6 of these Nightjar books, numbered and signed, which are all stand alone stories. Looking forward to the rest (if the quality of this one is anything to go by).