How do you capture just what makes them so very, very magical?
Diving Belles is one of those books.
It hold twelve short stories.
Contemporary stories that are somehow timeless. Because they are suffused with the spirit of Cornwall, the thing that I can’t capture in words that makes the place where I was born so very, very magical.
Lucy Wood so clearly understands what it is about the sea, what it is is about the moorland. The beauty, the power, the mystery… I don’t have the words, but she does.
And she threads all of this through scenes from contemporary life. She catches turning points, moments to remember, stories that should be retold.
There’s a pinch of magic too.
So one woman may travel in a diving bell to bring home a husband lost at sea. And another may be called back home when spirit of the sea permeates her inland home.
It feels strange, it feels other-worldly, and yet it feels utterly real.
I was unsettled and I was enraptured.
I turned the pages back and forth, not wanting to leave, and because there was something elusive that I couldn’t quite hold on to.
Such lovely writing, and such a wonderful spirit.
An extraordinary debut.
I am struggling for words but, make no mistake, I am smitten.