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By Sylvia Townsend Warner

“[The publication] I’ll be urgent into people’s palms perpetually is “Lolly Willowes,” the 1926 novel via Sylvia Townsend Warner. It tells the tale of a girl who rejects the existence that society has fastened for her in desire of freedom and the main unforeseen of alliances. It thoroughly blindsided me: beginning as an easy, albeit superbly written relatives saga, it guidance unexpectedly into amazing, lucid wildness.” - Helen Macdonald in The long island occasions ebook Review's “By the Book."

In Lolly Willowes, Sylvia Townsend Warner tells of an getting older spinster's fight to holiday method from her controlling family—a vintage tale that she treats with cool feminist intelligence, whereas including a size of the supernatural and unusual. Warner is one of many awesome and crucial mavericks of twentieth-century literature, a author to set beside Djuna Barnes and Jane Bowles, with a subversive genius that anticipates the wonderful flights of such contemporaries as Angela Carter and Jeanette Winterson.

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