On what would have been Ted Hughes’s eighty-seventh birthday, one of his stranger efforts. Crow (1970) was a book featuring a trickster figure for whom things don’t always go well. But he makes the best of things when possible:
On what would have been Ted Hughes’s eighty-seventh birthday, one of his stranger efforts. Crow (1970) was a book featuring a trickster figure for whom things don’t always go well. But he makes the best of things when possible:
