![]() ![]() The narrator is not identified in any way, though presumably is female. The book takes the form of a first-person narrative describing a series of visits that the unnamed narrator pays to the homes of various artists living in Sussex. A lost dystopian gem by a queer bohemian monocle-wearing writer who, judging by the tenor of some of the original reviews, had been the object of sexist contempt! What could be bad? Insidiously horrifying!") and Edna O'Brien ("In quick crystalline prose, with its overarching dread, THEY is the signature of an enchantress."). Now after an accidental re-discovery and at a time when dystopias are curiously attractive, it has been re-issued in a slender paperback edition with blurbs by Margaret Atwood ("A creepily prescient tale in which anonymous mobs target artists for the crime of individual vision. Originally it did attract a minor literary prize, but it sold dismally and vanished without a trace. Most of her fiction appears to be little more than competent, but a brief novella, THEY: A Sequence of Unease was a different matter. Dick, it appears was a well-known figure on the London literary scene in the latter half of the last century, though she suffered from bouts of writers' block. ![]() ![]() While reading The Guardian's book page recently, I came across a piece by Carmen Maria Machado that was actually the preface to a newly issued book - THEY: A Sequence of Unease, by an author unfamiliar to me, Kay Dick. ![]()
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