‘What makes The Red of My Blood so memorable is Stroud’s Proustian attention to colour, smell and sound … a beautiful addition to the literature of loss. It will serve as a lit match, to be passed from one person to the next in the darkest moments.’ THE SUNDAY TIMES’She is a vigorous and fearless writer, grabbing us by the throat to describe life’s horrors and her responses to them, filling her pages with the magnetic force of her own life as wife, lover and mother of five which somehow has to go on.’ SPECTATOR’With brutal, beautiful honesty, Clover articulates how bereavement shocks and dislocates – and in all the pain, there’s SO much life.’ MARION KEYES……………………………………….. ‘Can death bring something good to my life?’A few weeks before Christmas, Clover’s sister died of breast cancer, aged forty-six.
Just days before, she had been given years to live. Her sudden death split Clover’s life apart. The Red of My Blood charts Clover’s fearless passage through the first year after her sister’s death.
It is a book about what life feels like when death interrupts it, and about bearing the unbearable and describing an experience that seems beyond words.
Lyrical, hopeful, it is also about the magical way in which death and life exist so vividly beside one another, and the wonder of being human.