D R Burns

The dustjacket of this novel gives the author grounds for action against his publishers. Bald, bold, equi-width, football scoreboard capitals, half sump oil black and half baby stool brown occupy the left upper corner, announcing author, title and the fact that this is ‘a novel by’. From the lower right corner rises a green, broken ended frond, or wave perhaps, flecked with the same insistent ... (read more)

This volume is subtitled ‘A Novel About The Nature of Truth’ and thus marks Frank Hardy’s continuing concern with basic concepts, the source matter of philosophical and theological debate, rather than with the social immediacies tat inspired and formed the texture of his earlier fiction. As with But the Dead are Many, his previous novel, a tour de force of considerable proportions in which L ... (read more)