STEVE ANDREW enjoys an account of the many communities that flourished independently of and in resistance to the empires of old
THE STRANGEST book I’ve read this year, and one of the most transfixing, is You Again by Debra Jo Immergut (Titan, £8.99).
It features in-house corporate illustrator Abby, who lives in New York with her husband and teenage sons. Middle-aged, a bit tired and a bit bored, she and her husband both started out as artists but life happened to them and now they have “proper” jobs.
It’s not a disagreeable existence at all but then Abby starts to see herself around town. It’s not someone reminiscent of her, it’s actually her, aged 22. Quite apart from the disturbing impossibility of the situation, there’s the dilemma: should she approach her old self? And if she does, what should she tell her?
               Generous helpings of Hawaiian pidgin, rather good jokes, and dodging the impostors
               
               
               
               

