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‘I used to think that perhaps everything that was happening to me – my whole life – was just a memory. As if one moment I could be eleven, and playing in the sun, and the next I might – wake up, somehow, and find that I was old and dying, and the day when I was eleven was just a bright, clear memory…’
Alex is an artist, preparing for a major exhibition. An impulsive trip back to the Italy of his childhood forces him to explore the unresolved questions of his past where, in those seemingly innocent days, he swam and played and explored the wild countryside with Jamie and Anna. Alex has to experience again his first friendship with Jamie, and his first love for Anna: to put together the pieces of a story which brought the three of them together more closely than they could understand, with a bond which seemed innocent but which results in tragedy.
Beautifully written and achingly sad – Woman’s Own
A menacing, seductive vision of misspent youth – Independent on Sunday
A haunting, compelling tale – Sunday Mirror
Burt keeps the tension simmering in the Italian heat by attaching a sense of impending doom to the children’s most innocuous actions – The Independent
