Some have commented that the written voice is almost ghostly – which it is, being so firmly rooted in a time and space that is hardly recognisable. It is like an old friend turning up unannounced after decades without contact only for the conversation to flow as it always did. Who else could litter their achingly concise prose with words like “overweening” and “perspicacious” without coming off like a pretentious unmentionable? Scout’s conscious naivety, her humour, the dialogue and the unlaboured but brilliantly drawn description of the red earth and verbena of Maycomb take one right back to the halcyon days of To Kill A Mockingbird.
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