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 ISBN رقم: 9781805464426
الناشر: Atlantic Books
الصفحات: 384
الوزن: 12 g
أبعاد المنتج: 13 x 20 x 20 cm
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الإنجليزية 1447

The Narrow Land

المؤلف: Christine Dwyer Hickey
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معلومات المنتج
 ISBN رقم: 9781805464426
الناشر: Atlantic Books
الصفحات: 384
الوزن: 12 g
أبعاد المنتج: 13 x 20 x 20 cm
غلاف الكتاب: غلاف ورقی
Thema:

WINNER OF THE WALTER SCOTT PRIZE FOR HISTORICAL FICTION

WINNER OF THE DALKEY LITERARY AWARD FOR NOVEL OF THE YEAR

SHORTLISTED FOR THE IRISH BOOK AWARDS

An Irish Independent and Irish Times Book of the Year

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'It is a long time since I have read such a fine novel or one that I have enjoyed quite so much.' Irish Times

1950: late summer season on Cape Cod. Michael, a ten-year-old boy, is spending the summer with Richie and his glamorous but troubled mother. Left to their own devices, the boys meet a couple living nearby - the artists Jo and Edward Hopper - and an unlikely friendship is forged.

She, volatile, passionate and often irrational, suffers bouts of obsessive sexual jealousy. He, withdrawn and unwell, depressed by his inability to work, becomes besotted by Richie's frail and beautiful Aunt Katherine who has not long to live - an infatuation he shares with young Michael.

A novel of loneliness and regret, the legacy of World War II and the ever-changing concept of the American Dream.

'A brilliant portrait... With a beguiling grace and a deceptive simplicity, Christine Dwyer Hickey reminds us that the past is never far away - rather, it constantly surrounds us, suspends us, haunts us.' Colum McCann

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