The Tiller of Waters is a beautiful novel that is vulgarly illusive. Don’t take me wrong; I have no grudge against it–you’ll find the opposite at the end of this review. I use “vulgarly illusive” to denote the novel’s quality for being illusive/elusive and telling us so upfront. It opens with a list of epigraphs, […]
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