'I felt Budhini had to be revived from the criminal forgetfulness of the country; she wasn't just a mud block that was broken during the great nation-building process. I felt that she should rise again in the nation's memory along with the hundreds of villages, vast farmlands, forests and temple complexes that were drowned in the Panchet reservoir.' SARAH JOSEPH
'A powerful testament to spiritual yearning and the human desire to transcend the physical world' ― Sunday Times A visceral portrait of the life of St Paul' ― Guardian 'The novel Tsiolkas was born to write' ― Financial Times
“All fiction is magic. That’s the thought that occurred to me often as I read First Person Singular, the brilliant new book of stories by Haruki Murakami. . . . Whatever you want to call Murakami’s work—magic realism, supernatural realism—he writes like a mystery tramp, exposing his global readership to the essential and cosmic (yes, cosmic!) questions that only art can…
WINNER: WOMEN'S PRIZE FOR FICTION WINNER: FICTION BOOK OF THE YEAR, BRITISH BOOK AWARDS WINNER: BOOKS ARE MY BAG READER'S CHOICE AWARD Shortlisted, Walter Scott Prize for Historical Fiction Shortlisted, An Post Irish Novel of the Year
Translated from the Japanese by Alfred Birnbaum His fantasies, with their easy reference to western pulp fiction and music, retain a beauty of the mind ― Guardian Murakami's bold willingness to go straight-over-the-top has always been a signal indication of his genius...a powerful melange of disillusioned radicalism, keen intelligence, wicked sarcasm and a general allegiance to the surreal. If Murakami is…
'Beautiful, gentle, intricate... Here We Are smuggles within the pages of a seemingly commonplace tale depths of emotion and narrative complexity that take the breath away.' - The Observer
Jin's richly textured, unsparing writing questions whether a self can exist unmarked by the past ― New Yorker It's a page-turner - but all the while it winks, reminding us that possible explanations in our universe are as varied as the beings who populate it ― Paris Review
