Nights at the Circus opens with a bang, in the dressing room of Fevvers, an aerial Helen of Troy billed as “The Cockney Venus” who performs in a London circus show. She is loud, bold, sure of herself, and she is speaking to a young journalist about her legendary life. I liked her instantly for her raucous good humour and fondness for spinning a tale.
Nights at the Circus preceded Angela Carter’s last novel, Wise Children. I haven’t read it, but I have seen a theatrical adaptation of it by the theatre company that takes its name from the book. I got a similar feeling from Fevvers as that which emanated from the actors on the stage during Wise Children – the pure joy of being a performer.
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