The Devil went down to Georgia Sydney, he was looking for a soul to steal. He was in a bind, ‘cos he was way behind, he was willing to make a deal. And he came across this young man woman playing on a fiddle at being an author beloved by the masses...
I loved this story. Angela Pendergast makes a deal with the Devil: Her soul in exchange for eternal writing fame. Of course, nothing turns out as she hopes...every twist that the tale took had me in stitches, right to the very last page.
Should I compare Anna Tambour’s first novel to her latest, Crandolin? Spotted Lily has the distinct advantage of being set closer to home, which, predictably, I adored:
“...we waded through an area of waist-high blooms of pretty yellow flowers, obscuring shiny leaves, serrated as steak knives...if he lost sight of me, he could follow my words: ‘I hate the bush! I hate the bush! I hate the fuckin’ bush!’” – p218
The plot is fairly straightforward. The protagonist is hugely entertaining, with the minor characters easier to keep track of. Still, when it came to the actual writing, Spotted Lily, for me, only delivered flashes of the sumptuous brilliance which had me drooling all over Crandolin. I can’t wait to see what Tambour dreams up/ riffs off next.