Tag: J.A. Baker
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Loneliness on the Edge of the World
A passage in J.A. Baker’s obsessive, wonderful little book, The Peregrine, brought together a number of threads which have been tossing around my head lately. He writes, describing his home in the south of England “out there at the edges of things,” Farms are well ordered, prosperous, but a fragrance of neglect still lingers, like a ghost…