This has to be one of my absolute favourite books. A couple of years back I bought myself a new copy, but stupidly left it somewhere in England. Yesterday, however, a kindly Lady Magnon surprised me with the gift of a fresh copy, which she bravely bought on-line.
Cold Comfort Farm is, of course, set in my native Sussex (the epicentre of The Garden of Eden). But I can hardly imagine a more inappropriate cover illustration; it belies the whole essence of the story. An ancient run-down group of farm buildings would have been much more to the point; not a perfect field of rape. The Starkadders; rape? Sukebind; yes!
On the back of the book is the usual dreary blurb (below). However, whoever wrote it must have been absent during his or her English geography lessons. Sorry, no West Country accents due-south of London. We have our own beautiful Sussex lilt; an angelic song-like accent, highly admired throughout Christendom, and beyond.
God is still having a laugh at my expense - I really don't know why this sort of thing always seems to happen to me. I am not going to claim for loss of earnings by spending three days in Bristol C...
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