The Crease by Simon Avery

lady with long red hair in her seventies singing at her piano at Glastonbury Festival, Realistic, 768×1024

“Everything was only the foundation of something else;”

The moving and engagingly plain-spoken story of strikingly red-haired Verity from youth into older middle age with foresight of her old age, starting with life with her mother after Verity’s father had left for another woman, the jewel the sea gifted her, the song that was equally gifted her by lamb’s blood within the countryside’s sinister crease of land, and her loved one who died of cancer – and her fame and success as a music performer now reclaimed in later age. I have broached part of this story’s ‘everything’.
And this particular ‘everything’ uniquely gifts you something else, too…. A prevailing bespoke verity. From her music’s instinctive groove.

“Her room already overflowed with paperback books and vinyl records.”

My previous work upon this writer’s own work: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/tag/simon-avery/ AND https://etepsed.wordpress.com/2023/05/30/simon-avery/

Above is from my review of the already legendary final edition of BLACK STATIC: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2023/07/14/black-static-82-83/