Mummy’s Legs

‘An elegantly drawn portrait of an older woman’s addiction to unrequited love.’
‘Her eye for the infinite capacity of human beings to cause one another pain is already developed to a fine degree.’
The Times
‘Readers won’t be surprised to learn, if they don’t already know, that Bingham is a poet. To say that she writes prose like a poet is not quite, or not simply, to say that her prose is poetic (though she rises easily to such heights) but also to note her scrupulous fidelity to the image, the precision of her language and the pressure she brings to bear on homely details, until they become surprisingly resonant. She also has an interest in capturing the rhythms of common experience, and restoring its forgotten mystery.’
The Washington Post Book World
‘Bingham bursts the bonds of the dysfunctional mother-daughter paradigm while at the same time perfectly capturing its dark heart.’
New York Times