Her sentences march under a harsh sun that bleaches color from them but bestows a peculiar, invigorating, Pascalian clarity.
On Muriel Spark's The Only Problem (1984), New Yorker (23 July 1984)
Her sentences march under a harsh sun that bleaches color from them but bestows a peculiar, invigorating, Pascalian clarity.
On Muriel Spark's The Only Problem (1984), New Yorker (23 July 1984)