In the Rhododendrons

'Christle's exacting rigour and ferocious curiosity are matched only by the utter eccentricity of her vision, the delicious and frankly peerless freshness of her idiom: "There is a difference between bones and a book," she writes, "but both have at their centre a spine." What results is irreducibly human. In the Rhododendrons is vital consolation. It's a triumph, an instant classic. Christle has become one of our art's most urgent living practitioners' Kaveh Akbar

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