Saturday, October 04, 2014

The Esplanade - by Rhys Hughes

imageThe Esplanade
“The crescent moon gleamed but not like a sickle,…”
Sometimes a Rhys Hughes story comes together and the reader can only shout out YES with poignant gusto into the lonely room, as he suddenly grasps another optimum masterpiece by this author, and this is one of them; perhaps the greatest of them all.
The story of the exercise machines placed on the esplanade by council grandees, what they do for the citizens as individuals or couples, and what they do for other things such as … well, that would be a spoiler. Just rest assured that the machines will work you, too … Eventually. Oh, YES!

Extract from my review of 'The Lunar Tickle' HERE.

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