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A Country Road, A Tree: A Novel
A Country Road, A Tree: A Novel
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A Country Road, A Tree: A Novel

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Author: Baker, Jo

Brand: Vintage

Color: Silver

Edition: Reprint

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Number Of Pages: 304

Release Date: 18-04-2017

Details: Product Description From the best-selling author of  Longbourn, a remarkable imagining of Samuel Beckett’s wartime experiences. In 1939 Paris, the ground rumbles with the footfall of Nazi soldiers marching along the Champs-Élysées, and a young, unknown writer, recently arrived from Ireland to make his mark, smokes one last cigarette with his lover before the city they know is torn apart. Soon he will put them both in mortal danger by joining the Resistance.    Through the years that follow, we are witness to the workings of a uniquely brilliant mind struggling to create a language to express a shattered world. A story of survival and determination, of spies and artists, passion and danger, A Country Road, A Tree is a portrait of the extremes of human experience alchemized into one man’s timeless art. Review “Exquisitely crafted.” — O, The Oprah Magazine “Sensitive, well written, with great compassion for [its] characters. . . . [ A Country Road, A Tree] demonstrates, in impeccable detail, that even war can become the stuff of daily life.” —Minneapolis Star Tribune   “Enthralling.” — Santa Fe New Mexican “Moving, beautifully written and riveting.” — Milwaukee Journal Sentinel   “Extraordinary. . . . It is a daring project, to enter the mind of a man known for his withdrawal and silences, but Baker succeeds triumphantly.” — The Guardian About the Author Jo Baker was educated at Oxford and Queen’s University, Belfast. She lives in Lancaster with her husband, the playwright Daragh Carville, and their two children. She is the author of the best-selling novel Longbourn, as well as four earlier novels, Offcomer, The Mermaid’s Child, The Telling, and The Undertow. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. COOLDRINAGH Spring 1919   The tree stirred and sound of the needles was sshh, sshh, sshh. The boy swung a knee over the branch, heaved himself up, and shifted round so that his legs dangled. The scent of the larch cleared his head, so that everything seemed sharp and clear as glass. He could still hear the faint sound of piano practice, but he could also see out across the fields from here; he could see for miles and miles, and the sky was wide open as a cat’s yawn. He heard the side door of the house go, and then her voice calling out for him, sing-song: “It’s ti-ime.” He chewed his lip and stayed put. The door popped open, he could hear more distinctly the bright ripple of music, a stumble, and the phrase caught and begun again. Frank was trying hard to get it right. He, though, would not oblige. With her watching, he couldn’t lose himself while playing; and if he couldn’t lose himself, then what was the point of playing at all? “I’m wai-ting.” He didn’t move. She gave out a sigh and the door clacked shut behind her, and she came down the step, out into the garden, looking for him. He dug at a scale of bark with a thumbnail. “Where have you dot to now, you wee skitter?”   But it was herself that she was talking to as she marched through the garden, searching him out. He shuffled in against the trunk, wrapped an arm tight around it. He watched her pass under his dangling tennis shoes—the white dividing line of the parting in her hair, her skirt snapping out with her stride. Her feet moved like darting arrows, pointing the way. The wrong way, but she wasn’t going to give up on it. If she were to stop, and plant her feet and crane her head back, that would be that. But it didn’t cross her mind: he simply couldn’t be where he was not allowed to be. Up there, he had climbed out of her imagining. The music ended. Frank had finished the piece. He was waiting to be excused. She was out across the lawns now, and there was just the spiral stair of larch branches down towards the brown earth, the mat of fallen nee­dles, and the sound of her voice, calling again and fading round the far side of the house. He waited until he heard her footsteps return, and then the click and clack a

EAN: 9781101971161

Languages: English

Binding: Paperback

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