When he brushed the beast he used a ladder with a stout bottom and a triangle top, but when he rode him for exercise he took a great leap and landed square on the glossy back while the horse reared and snorted and couldn’t throw him, not even with its nose in the dirt and its back legs towards God. Not surprising then that when we did find a groom, he came from a circus himself and stood as high as the horse’s flank. “A new government must dazzle and amaze,” he said. The ones the beast didn’t kill itself with an easy kick, its master had disposed of because its coat didn’t shine or the bit was green. That horse had the evil eye and there’s been almost as many dead grooms in the stable as chickens on the table. The Passion is a love story, a meditation on pleasure and its limits, a poetic novel written in a style that is wholly original.” - Interview
“The book has the enchanted pessimism of the best fairy tales. As good as Poe: it dares you to laugh and stares you down.” - The New York Review of Books “The overwhelming impression of her work is one of remarkable self-confidence, and she evidently thrives on risk. Winterson is a master of her material, a writer in whom great talent deeply abides.” - Vanity Fair it is written with a living passion, an eyewitness immediacy. “A historical novel quite different from any other. magical touches dance like highlights over the brilliance of the fairy tale about passion, gambling, madness, and androgynous ecstasy.” -Edmund White a deeply imagined and beautiful book, often arrestingly so.” - The New York Times “Its concentrated, beautifully detailed prose recalls the diction of fairy tale its plot incorporates their magic, their shrewd wit and brutality.
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