The use of myth will no doubt inspire comparisons to Angela Carter: both writers playfully subvert the patriarchal values embedded in our culture’s darkest tales. But where Carter is a baroque, lyrical stylist, Paramaditha is chatty, frank and polemical. Her considerable storytelling skills, however, are not well served by this translation, which is pedestrian, plodding and wordy. The juxtaposed storylines are like people on aeroplanes you can choose to engage with, or not: whichever, you can’t help overhearing parts of their story as you leaf through. In time, your curiosity is excited.