This fresh, unsentimental look at what slaveowning does to (and for) one's interior life must be a first. And the writing - so prised and clean-limbed - is a marvel.
Reminiscent of Doris Lessing's novel, THE GRASS IS SINGING...Martin's project was not to impose a contemporary sensibility on slavery, but to investigate what the daily fact of its brutality might do to one's interior life
She creates a heroine as intriguing as she is repellent. And she forces the reader into the complicity and discomfort of a voyeur
A wonderful novel, vivid, revealing