Peculiar this. British pseudo-gothic set to the tune of a folk-singer's romantic guitar. And it leaves a bad Oedipal taste...

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BLACK IS THE COLOUR OF MY TRUE-LOVE'S HEART

Peculiar this. British pseudo-gothic set to the tune of a folk-singer's romantic guitar. And it leaves a bad Oedipal taste in the mouth. There's obviously a lot of love lost between striking Liri Palmer and handsome Lucian Galt. Ishe actually having an affair with the attractive older Mrs. Arundale? Then Mr. Arundale's body turns up and Lucian disappears. Color this blushing pink for silly.

Pub Date: Aug. 9, 1967

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Morrow

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 1967

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