Angela Carter has caused my nape to prickle on several occasions, but had me agog when the Grand Duke invites Fevvers back to his expensive pad, only to find an array of Faberge eggs and beginning of a true shift of reality. Each egg has a statement in it that refers to Fevvers' life; each egg makes her tenuous hold on reality to be even more fantastic. No spoilers here (same problem, must not reveal in case latter, I want to use it in the dissertation), suffice to say that it is a very sensual reductionism on the part of the Grand Duke and a climatic simulation of the oldest dance of all.
bluegerl - I think you will HAVE to read this!!!