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Book SynopsisFor some time now, I have been plagued, perhaps blessed, by dreams of rivers and seas, dreams of water.
Just days after controversial anthropologist Albert James writes these elusive lines to his son John, he is dead. Abandoning his girlfriend in London, John flies to Delhi to join his mother in mourning. But the nature of his father''s research and the circumstances of his death are far from clear and, on top of this, John must confront his mother''s coolness, and the strangeness of the cremation ceremony that she has organised for his father.
No sooner is the body consigned to the flames than a journalist arrives, determined to write a biography of the dead man, and though his mother will have nothing to do with the project, she cannot keep away from the journalist.
Trade ReviewThe originality, power and sheer prolificacy of Parks's production makes the work of his British contemporaries appear trite... His prose can be sparse and lucid, or almost manically convoluted, although beyond the fierce and questioning intelligence are both humour and artfully constructed and invariably gripping plots... In other words it's a big, easily readable book - though with a solidly intellectual core - more than ripe for big prizes * Independent on Sunday *
A brave book...he shows with this novel, he intimately understands the Western condition, its complexity and fragility -- Nirpal Dhaliwal * Evening Standard *
Enormously powerful... fiercely intelligent... a gripping and ambiguous novel * The Times *
A rapidly unfolding mystery that hints at suicide, murder and madness, and builds to a wrenching climax... haunting and accomplished... The finale is unexpected and terrifying * Guardian *
In the tradition of British writing about India, this novel is a rich, unexpected variation, and a considerable addition -- Amit Chaudhuri * Financial Times *
