Janet
Kellys The Colour of Walls is a novel of
incest and a woman who takes responsibility for her family through
barely imaginable injustice and adversity . . . It describes
the aftermath of domestic catastrophe especially movingly. There
is no wholly secure space after this level of destruction. There
can only be an awareness of the need for modest daily constructive
acts, especially acts of creativity.
Brenda Walker
I
wonder if my audience has already judged me guilty. Because
I am the mother. Because I should have known. Because I must
have known. And I wonder if it will matter what I say, or how
I say it, or if I say anything at all. I begin to wish I hadnt
admitted I had a story to tell, and I feel the urge to slip
through the crack under the door, to fade back into the darkness.
The
Colour of Walls
is a remarkable first novel at times gruelling, at times
very funny, written with immense emotional and literary poise,
but ultimately a book which faces its subject matter squarely,
and without squeamishness or evasion.
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