Being Dead, Jim Crace

I've just picked up a copy of Jim Crace's 10 year old novel, Being Dead, at P.S. Bookshop in dumbo (psbnyc.com). It's the third novel of Crace's I'm reading.

How's this for a first paragraph:

For old times' sake, the doctors of zoology had driven out of town that Thursday afternoon to make a final visit to the singing salt dunes at Baritone Bay. And to lay a ghost. They never made it back alive. They almost never made it back at all.

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