Review: Austin Clarke’s “The Polished Hoe”
An indictment, indeed – I was on a 12-hour train trip, and this was my only book, and I *still* couldn’t get past p122. And, let’s note, even that was a struggle that couldn’t be blamed on dental drugs or grey-weather blues. It’s meant to be a narrative of a black mistress’ murder of her white massa/sugar daddy on the Caribbean island on Bimshire, and the folky, locally details were enough to make the struggle palatable for a while — albeit as laborious as working with titular polished hoe — but the over-writing wore me down. Not recommended, I don’t care how damned famous AC is.
Where it came from: Opshop
Time and manner of reading: Struggling bed and train reads
Where it went: Abandoned on the Countrylink northbound services
Reminds me of/that: Prizewinners do not entertainment make
Who I’d recommend it to: Masochists
Also reading: Rabbit #4; The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon; Being Alive edited by Neil Astley; The Seven Sisters of the Pleiades by Munya Andrews; Rainbow Pie by Joe Bageant