The Harvill Press

In Haddam, summer floats over tree-softened streets like a sweet lotion balm from a careless, languorous god, and the world falls in tune with its own mysterious anthems. Shaded lawns lie still and damp in the early a.m. Outside, on peaceful-morning Cleveland Street, I hear the footfalls of a...

KILLING MISTER WATSON "This növel stands with the best that our nation has produced as literature . . . As a philosophical study of the quality of humán - and all - nature [it] is first rate. As a political allegory, it is stunning"marianne wiggins, Los Angeles Times "A profound and convincing...

Borítói enyhén kopottasak, kis repedezésekkel.

Chapter I IT ALL STARTED with a Sentence trotting through my mind: "Death is an on-coming processr The sort of snappy sentiment you'd expect to come across in some trendy Yank airport novel. I was just wondering where I'd read it, when the giant burst into my office. Before my door had even had...

Borítók kopottasak.

A gerinc megtört. A sarkak kopottasak, enyhén hajlottak. On a property in New South Wales, a man named Holland lives with his daughter Ellen. As years pass and Ellen grows into a beautiful young woman, her father announces his decision: she will marry the first man who can name all the species of...

It was something to do with a face. I had never seen it before, yet I did recognise it, but as it comes to me now, the thought of it is unpleasant. Someone gave me a gin. I had had enough already. I see my hand around the glass, the glass is full to the brim, and then I do not remember anything...