Miss Saxton's surreal landscape, with its limp time clocks & rickety originals crisscrossed in Vectors for Seven , this time supports the House of Cora Caley--a billionairess' pleasure dome of multiplying earthly delights in an Australian desert. Guests are flown in to her party, & after a servants' rebellion, a delicious rape, several deaths & the presence of her dead father slowly roasting on a spit in a thorn hedge, Cora blows the house to smithereens. "Desolate waste," she feels, "is what we need," & pedals off on her bicycle to follow her own shadow. A light fantastic with psychical & satirical antics.--Kirkus
Miss Saxton's surreal landscape, with its limp time clocks & rickety originals crisscrossed in Vectors for Seven , this time supports the House of Cora Caley--a billionairess' pleasure dome of multiplying earthly delights in an Australian desert. Guests are flown in to her party, & after a servants' rebellion, a delicious rape, several deaths & the presence of her dead father slowly roasting on a spit in a thorn hedge, Cora blows the house to smithereens. "Desolate waste," she feels, "is what we need," & pedals off on her bicycle to follow her own shadow. A light fantastic with psychical & satirical antics.--Kirkus