The city never sleeps silence would weaken it
when all else fails it talks to itself seamless thrum of
machinery dark undertone.
It is 00:00 and the full of the night yet to come.
A man sits at a window through the dead hours of night, his sleep broken by troubling dreams of a figure in a white landscape. This fragmentary vigil anchors a series of narrative sections in which a dramatic voice gives, first, an account of the man, then addresses him directly. We learn of a conflicted childhood, of love lost to circumstance, of the press of death on the protagonist-s waking thoughts. He is a man afflicted by personal loss, but also a man of his time, all too aware of the troubled world in which he lives. In this powerful sequence, Harsent-s breathtaking formal skills are always in evidence. Intense, lyrical and passionate, Loss makes for enthralling reading.
