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(3.75) | 3 | A mother drives north with her young children, who watch her and try to decipher her buried grief. Two photographers document a nation's guilt in pictures of its people's hands. An underground club in Western Australia plays jazz to nostalgic patrons dreaming of America's Deep South. A young woman struggles to define herself among the litter of objects an ex-lover has left behind. In short vignettes and longer stories, Josephine Rowe explores the idea of things that are left behind- souvenirs, scars, and prejudice. Rowe captures everyday life in restrained poetic prose, merging themes of collective memory and guilt, permanence and impermanence, and inherited beliefs. These beautifully wrought, bittersweet stories announce the arrival of an exciting new talent in Australian fiction. 'The stories in Tarcutta Wakeare potent machines of emotion, miraculous for the human vastnesses they sound by the sparest and surest of means.' Wells TowerPraise for Josephine Rowe 'A brilliant, powerful collection.' Triple R 'Rare, unforgettable.' Readings Monthly 'Inventive, sensitive.' Australian Book Review… (mere) |
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Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen Viden Redigér teksten, så den bliver dansk. -for time is the longest distance between two places.
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Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen Viden Redigér teksten, så den bliver dansk. To Patrick | |
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Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen Viden Redigér teksten, så den bliver dansk. And she had this way of swivelling her head round, like an owl to talk to you as she drove, except not like an owl because the skin of her neck creased up in folds and she looked so old when that happened, though she wasn't, not then, and Luke would lean over and say, Watch the road, Mum. | |
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Ingen ▾Bogbeskrivelser A mother drives north with her young children, who watch her and try to decipher her buried grief. Two photographers document a nation's guilt in pictures of its people's hands. An underground club in Western Australia plays jazz to nostalgic patrons dreaming of America's Deep South. A young woman struggles to define herself among the litter of objects an ex-lover has left behind. In short vignettes and longer stories, Josephine Rowe explores the idea of things that are left behind- souvenirs, scars, and prejudice. Rowe captures everyday life in restrained poetic prose, merging themes of collective memory and guilt, permanence and impermanence, and inherited beliefs. These beautifully wrought, bittersweet stories announce the arrival of an exciting new talent in Australian fiction. 'The stories in Tarcutta Wakeare potent machines of emotion, miraculous for the human vastnesses they sound by the sparest and surest of means.' Wells TowerPraise for Josephine Rowe 'A brilliant, powerful collection.' Triple R 'Rare, unforgettable.' Readings Monthly 'Inventive, sensitive.' Australian Book Review ▾Biblioteksbeskrivelser af bogens indhold No library descriptions found. ▾LibraryThingmedlemmers beskrivelse af bogens indhold |
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