Low Culture Essay: James Bailey on The Driver’s Seat by Muriel Spark
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In this month's subscriber essay, Spark biographer James Bailey explores her bleak masterpiece of a life's descent into an "anguished shriek of bloody despair", making comparisons with "giallo horror at its grisliest".
In a department store somewhere in northern Europe, a young woman named Lise is trying on a dress. The garment is garish, its pattern featuring a psychedelic clash of geometric shapes and vivid colours. Yet Lise seems delighted with her choice. “That’s my dress”, she announces hap
In a department store somewhere in northern Europe, a young woman named Lise is trying on a dress. The garment is garish, its pattern featuring a psychedelic clash of geometric shapes and vivid colours. Yet Lise seems delighted with her choice. “That’s my dress”, she announces hap
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