Peripheral VisionA novel connecting disperate women at different times in their lives, and in history. Sylvia, a brilliant and successful eye surgeon is nevertheless amazed to find herself pregnant, despite taking no precautions. Iris, a timid young woman in love with a man from a different social stratum. And Ruby, a 1950's housewife who receives poison pen letters, which she believes she thoroughly deserves. Linking these women is a fascinating thread that weaves their lives together. Peripheral Vision is a powerful new novel about love and the lack of it; about loss, mothering, sight and insight, from this prize-winning author. Patricia Ferguson's last novel, It So Happens, was listed for the Orange Prize for Fiction in 2005. Now read on. |
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User Review - KirkusAn accomplished English novelist makes her U.S. debut with a sharply observed, intricately plotted novel exploring wounds and attachment across class and time lines.Linked narratives in the 1950s and ... Read full review
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User Review - TerryWeyna - LibraryThingSylvia is a medical specialist; in the nomenclature of the United Kingdom, she is a consultant. Her specialty is eye surgery, and her work with those who have impaired vision forms the continuing ... Read full review
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