No-one treats the edges, from walnut curl to Dutch peanuts, with the wry nostalgia of old light on damp, as does John Muckle. Readers of The Cresta Run, Cyclomotors and his previous novel London Brakes will find My Pale Tulip a welcome nudge.
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