I usually find Jim Crace’s writing beautiful and poetic. Not even his writing saved this story for me. This is a story about the conception of one man’s children and the emotion, frame of mind (of both the man and the women) and the physical act at the time of conception. There was nothing about this story to like, the story, characters even the depth was missing any quality that would have made this a good read. Maybe the story was just to stripped of the fantasy and perceptions we as humans like to have about how we would like to think children are conceived.
I read this in august of ’08 Rated 1 out of 5 stars (Burnpile)
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