THE WHITE GODDESS: AN ENCOUNTER
The White Goddess by Simon Gough is hands-down one of the best holiday books I have read in years. I immediately wanted to read it a second time but instead I gave it to my neighbour, who devoured it just as much.
An unforgettable story of love, venegance and forgiveness.
Simon Gough’s vivid and multi-layered reflection on his childhood in the magical domain of his “great grand-uncle”, the poet Robert Graves, lies somewhere between the genres of novel and autobiography.
I was absorbed throughout and put under the spell of both the setting (a bohemian Majorca in the early Sixties) and the extraordinary characters of Simon Gough’s autobiographic story:
Robert Graves’ muses, friends and family, all through the eyes of his little nephew.
For me this book evoked the places and characters so vividly that I wanted to jump on the next plane and discover artistic Deia and it’s surrounding villages immediately. I could smell the pine trees, I could feel the sea breeze and I wanted to sit at Robert Graves' table for a late boozy lunch.
The prose is rich and compelling, aching with the bewilderment of love, obsession and belonging.
The White Goddess is incredibly beautifully written. There were so many times I paused to re-read a certain passage, I just did not want it to end. Every night I couldn’t wait to snuggle up in bed and be right back in that magically intoxicating story.
If you’re after a captivating book that gets you into a mediterranean, hedonistic spirit, a book that is
deep, powerful and a little dark,
this one is for you.