Tracking the Scent of My Mother

‘My father wooed my mother in a 1200 Datsun pick-up sold so soon afterwards that it must have felt to her like a false promise. But she did not complain about that, or the fact that he was already married. Senior-mother, a stout and loudly religious woman, had borne him five daughters – Mercy, Charity, Faith, Hope and Grace.’ Startling phrases and dark humour in tale about an incest survivor. Shortlisted for the Caine Prize.