ratings · Published: Jan 15th, 1982
"She looked over to where he was, seated at the other end of the kitchen table in the light which, since his arrival, she had blocked by curtains because of his sensitive eyes. He concentrated on polishing spoons with a silver cloth: six teaspoons from a great-aunt. One leg was slung over the other, which would have looked strange enough, but he was also wearing a flowered apron fastened around his waist, and it contrasted stunningly with his large, muscular green body, his nobly massive head."
"I loved Mrs. Caliban. So deft and austere in its prose, so drolly casual in its fantasy..."-- John Updike