Tales of Dusty Death, a new collection of short stories, takes you travelling: France, Norway, Greece, Russia; as far away as South America and back at home. They illustrate the dilemmas of contemporary death and lead you into the realms of murder and magic realism.
‘Jane Hayward’s distinctive stories step unafraid into the big subjects of death and sex, built on gorgeous tiny details and infused by a strain of humour that is dark and mischievous. In their bursts of magic, the stories sometimes evoke Angela Carter comparisons. Elsewhere, the ordeals of several deadpan narrators call to mind the steely wit of Muriel Spark. An unflinching collection, written by a bold, skilful writer.’
David Swann, Author of The Privilege of Rain (Waterloo Press).
A Fish Out of Water
‘My husband sacrificed our love to his manly pursuits in the misty, green-mud countryside. His dawn trampings in the hills left me lonely in bed.’
Old Skin and Cabbage
‘Richard is dead now.’ I feel strangely calm. My turn to smile. ‘I said I had something important to tell you but you must promise to keep it to yourself.’
‘She whirls against him, faster and faster more frantic, and even more so, losing her breath, losing her very soul to the moment, letting herself being absorbed into his body, until, suddenly, it is and he lets her drop to the cold ground.’