It’s funny the narratives we tell about ourselves to excuse bad behaviour. By funny I mean interesting; how our logic can easily become a kind of sophistry.
I liked that Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow was about a creative partnership. And in a way, this novel is also about that - just not a creative partnership in a shared sense, but where one side attempts to justify their part with back-breaking (racial) contortions. Meanwhile the other side is voiceless, their own intentions and motivations interpreted only by the protagonist.
I thought the middle dragged a little, but the ending had elements of gothic fun, which I enjoyed.
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