I bought this book because I know Will Ross and I know he knows Paul Kingsnorth. Only because of that. I'm utterly transfixed by it. I feel as though I'm swimming through it rather than reading it and it has all the delicious feeling of a nippy outdoor swim on an autumn day. It feels fenny, boggy, daerc, and very very beautiful and sends me both to old history and to a rediscovery of language and its possibilities. By chance I'm reading it after having just finished The Circle by David Eggars, a painfully funny dystopia about living out loud in real time. Their oppositeness makes a huge and interesting space in between 1066 and 2014 between the way we lived then and the way we live now.