and The Clothes On Their Backs: A Novel
have marked my week. Both have been quietly sitting in my library for ages, neglected and unread. Thanks to a rainy bank holiday week-end, I managed to read them both. I loved Linda Grant's story of a Hungarian family in UK, though maybe 10 years ago I would have voted Peter Carey, who runs wild with an Australian commune. Legality and illegality are blurred concepts when you look at them through an immigrant's eye - and these two books capture nicely the turmoil created by the blur.
