"this is my book and i am writing it by my own hand ...
my name is mary. m.a.r.y.
my hair is the colour of milk."
Nell Leyshon's novel The Colour of Milk is the story of a year - 1830 - in the life of Mary, a farmer's daughter. I won't go into the plot at all for that would be to give far too much away; suffice to say the book is pastoral, though it's no rural idyll, confessional, but never self-indulgent, pared back to the bones, raw, intense, naively poetic, highly distinctive and quite compelling.
It stands out for the sheer economy of its prose, its near-perfect idiom, and for the significance of its subject matter and the themes which are worked out so skilfully in so few words. It's quite something.
Savidge Reads also enthused about this book and the unique voice of its narrator and caught my attention. Since my birthday is coming up,I gave a hint to the right parties...so *surprise* I think I will be unwrapping (and reading) "The Colour of Milk" very soon!
Posted by: Ruthiella | 30 August 2012 at 06:41 PM
I think I'm going to read this, I am just hoping I don't get put off by the unusual simplistic style.
Posted by: Gemma | 01 September 2012 at 09:44 AM
I hope you'll enjoy it, Ruthiella, and happy birthday when it comes.
Posted by: Cornflower | 01 September 2012 at 10:13 AM
I found I very quickly got the book's rhythm, and I marvelled at how Nell Leyshon does so much with so little.
Posted by: Cornflower | 01 September 2012 at 10:15 AM
Just finished The Colour of Milk and thoroughly concur with your view.
It is only a small book but I can't help feeling that it is one that will stay with me for a long time... that ending definitely caught me out!
Posted by: LizF | 20 September 2012 at 04:52 PM
Yes!
Posted by: Cornflower | 20 September 2012 at 05:00 PM