![]() ![]() A talented pianist who hears color in sound, he’s nevertheless spent the last four years deadening his soul in London’s civil service to support his widowed sister and her children in Edinburgh.įriendless, working long hours six days a week, Thaniel finds he has little to set in order in the event of Irish terrorist group Clan na Gael carrying out the bomb threats they’ve issued against the city’s public buildings. It’s autumn 1883, and Thaniel Steepleton is a telegraphist for the Home Office. When I find it, I tend to sing its praises, and in this respect Natasha Pulley’s “The Watchmaker of Filigree Street” has me running scales. But fiction about friendship - where it’s the story’s focus, an end in itself, and a treasured thing to be kept, protected and fought for - is rare and precious to me. I am constantly hungry for friendships in fiction. ![]()
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