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Book Synopsis'My mother knew a man during the war. Theirs was a love story, and like any good love story, it left blood on the floor and wreckage in its wake.' As a boy growing up in New York, the narrator's parents' memories of their Czech homeland seem to belong to another world, as distant and unreal as the fairy tales his father tells him. It is only as an adult, when he makes his own journey to Prague, that he is finally able to piece together the truth of his parents' past: what they did, whom his mother loved, and why they were never able to forget.
Trade Review'This is lush, luminous fiction.' Oprah 'Exquisitely written - Slouka's rapturous intensity more than justifies comparisons with Ondaatje and Berger' Boyd Tonkin, Independent 'Slouka's prose is always exquisite' Time Out "The novel skilfully conveys the irony of wartime love stories, then end with plot twists that wring out pure romance, in the style of Milan Kundera and Michael Ondaatje.' Sunday Telegraph 'Slouka's novel's power lives in the imaginative effort to portray loss that is inherited and endured as an echo...' Richard Ford
