This is a wickedly funny and delightfully wicked book. Some books are devilish to a certain degree and there’s a weird kind of gray area in the scale of how wicked a book can be. Not wicked enough creates a kind of false sentimentality and too wicked makes it feels mean or cruel or out of balance. What this book does is NOT hit the right middle. Instead, this book goes for it and really goes for it. It’s so wicked and cruel and clever […]
The pudding was not his.
Manservant and Maidservant by Ivy Compton-Burnett