‘You brigin that leslie up again?’ Hiero was walking all brisk with them skinny legs of his. ‘You know, every time you drink the rot you go on bout that jack.’
‘She wasn’t no leslie, brother – she was a woman. Bona fide.’
Personally I have this book as a contender for the main gong, along with “Jamrach’s Menagerie”. I now have Julian Barnes’ “The Sense of an Ending” to read to complete my shortlist reading.