A High Wind in Jamaica

Review
A hot draught of mad, primal fantasy and poetry. -- Rebecca West

There used to hang on the walls of country public houses and farm labourer's cottages a lithograph that, seen from close quarters, represented two innocent children against the light on a balcony beneath an arched window. When you receded from it you saw that in truth it showed as a skull, with crossbones complete beneath. Mr. Hughes book is that lithograph come to life in another art -- Ford Madox Ford