«  anna kavan is one of those writers i���ve been meaning to read for years, assured that hers was exactly the sort of low-tog-rating fiction i claim to seek. at the same time her most famous novel, ice, seemed like the sort of book which didn���t need to be read at all: one of those where the blurb and chat around it seemed to say all that needed to be said. it���s easy to summarise but hard to write about: at least that���s my excuse. »