“Forty years ago I first linked up with Unguentine and we made love on twin-hulled catamarans, sails a-billow, bless the seas…”
Stanley Crawford’s novel, The Log of the S.S. The Mrs. Unguentine, is superb, magic, primeval, and bizarre.
Crawford is a masterful writer. He managed to create a hypnotic, dream-like adventure with virtually no identifiable plot.
This book is a blurry painting.
It is the (not impossible)dream-life of a (more)magical-(less)realist and everybody who has ever wanted to be in love should read it.