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I first heard of Anna Kavanâs Ice (1967, but republished in 2006 by Peter Owen) when John Self reviewed it on his blog almost exactly a year ago, and it went right onto my list of books to check out in the future.
Anna Kavan : IceblogPost, 31/03/2011
Anna Kavan is one of those writers Iâve 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 didnât 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. Itâs easy to summarise but hard to write about: at least thatâs my excuse.