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‘Emmanuelle Pagano arranges poetic vignettes into an elaborate mosaic about love . . . a beautiful treasury of amorous moments.’
‘Objects, gestures, smells, emotions – Trysting is a mosaic of the myriad things that define a relationship.’
‘Trysting uses polyphony to map the many different strains of love and sexuality . . . Reading the book is a kaleidoscopic experience. [It] succeeds because of the range of her insight and the skill with which she shifts register: from wistfulness to blunt force, or from fantasy to naturalism.’
Lorna Scott Fox
Times Literary Supplement
‘The original title points to the sensuous materiality of this collection of fragments about coupledom . . . we’re in a defiantly physical consciousness. If Trysting asks the question ‘What is love?’, it also says that there’s no answer.’
‘Trysting is a mirror shattered in play: inscribed on each bright shard of glass, a fable about a fragment of love.’
‘Polyphonic, arboreal, rhizomatic, desperate, stunning.’
‘The interactions of men and women, infinitely varied and minutely scrutinised, are Emmanuelle Pagano’s central concern here. No oddity or anomaly of behaviour is too slight to escape her notice, but the effect is less forensic than boundlessly compassionate and wise. She is a prose poet worthy to stand with the great exponents of the genre.’
‘A bold, experimental book of cohering fragments, full of intimately-spoken truths about desire, about love, and about their aftermaths. It is like having strangers whisper their secrets into our minds.'
‘Subtle and moving, the fragments of life presented in Trysting question the relationships between love, sex and gender, making the everyday strange and the strange everyday’