Dorothy Bryant (1930–2017)

Bitter medicine. I think I'm allergic to fables.

My book club and I loved this book, partly because it was a ripping good story and partly because it covered ground that we were all familiar with: San Francisco, San Jose (when there were still fruit orchards on the outskirts of the city) and the hills above Santa Cruz.

A truly tedious book. The transformation of a murdering misogynist into a dreaming murdering misogynist.

This book will stay with me for a long time: the main character/narrator, the structure of the novel itself, and its musings on education and teaching. Part mystery, part reflections on how public education changed from the 1930s to 1970s, part experiment in consciousness, I found it utterly intriguing: thoughtful, well written, contemplative, challenging. Now, to find the other books by this author and try them!