I spent some time over all of Carson McCullers' novels a few years ago, in fact, in many ways they were an addiction. Should a reader consecutively read everything of a novelist? Probably not. It's usually better to come back to an author after looking at other scenery. BUT there is something about Clock Without Hands. All of these novels have such a vicious and unshaking realism both in their characterisations and in their plot development. I would be surprised if anyone who enjoyed 'The Heart is a Lonely Hunter' would not like 'Clock Without Hands', and there is always the ever-present 'loneliness of circumstances' that I'd say is a feature of Carson's. In 'Clock Without Hands', though, things move more slowly, and yet more naturally towards their end. Remember, this book was created through great pain... it had its own slow gestation. Carson couldn't write conventionally for most of its creation (much of the book was typed out with one hand)... she was paralysed down one side and still drinking far too much. And yet, somehow, something wonderful came out of all the pain and the idiocy. A book that I'd judge as her best.