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352 pages, Paperback
First published May 8, 2007
How long did we sit there, Dilys and I? I watched the shadows lengthen across her garden, a blackening shadow theatre across the vibrant emerald of her lawn. I watched the honeysuckle tendrils blow in the wind, the soft rain, the late flies, a crow. I was nowhere and somewhere. Lost between a river and the Fens, between the seventeenth century and the twenty-first, between scepticism and belief. (pg. 170) ... That night, Cameron Brown, I began to feel a new kind of power. I touched the back of your neck with my eyes from your mother's bedroom window, through the rain, and made you turn towards me. I watched you turn briefly towards the house, glance up at the upper windows, follow the line of the roof there. But you couldn't see me up in Elizabeth's bedroom in the dark, so you turned back towards the river. (pg. 205)This gauzy musing is constant; Lydia even fantasizes about her lover presenting a PowerPoint at a conference. As for Newton, we get scenes here and there excerpted from the book Lydia's working on, but it's a very small part of this novel and likely to be a disappointment to anyone with experience of, say, A.S. Byatt's burst-fullgrown-from-the-skull-of-Zeus inventions.