Published in 1977 and rediscovered in Bath in 2022, a weird little Dystopian book of short stories written by a lesbian author was not appreciated during it's time, but today feels more important than ever. They isn't a story that flows from chapter to chapter, but truly is just an overall feeling of unease.

I'm fascinated by the rise of British Dystopia novels from the 60s and 70s, and what caused the rise of them. This fits in perfectly with the likes of 1984 and A Clockwork Orange, but while these books are set in cities, They travels across the English countryside, in search of peace.

The mysterious They appear in every chapter, their origins unknown. They appear in houses, they target artists, free thinkers, anyone outside the norm. From a Queer perspective, I can see a lot of parallels with the Queer movement over the last few decades, and I really connected with this story.