Лучшие книги Саманты Харви

1491-й год, деревушка Оукэм, затерянная средь английских лесов, отрезанная от центров цивилизации бурной рекой. Ранним утром приходит весть – погиб деревенский богач Томас Ньюман. Убийство, самоубийство, несчастный случай? А может, он и вовсе не умер, а исчез? Священник Джон Рив, которому как духовнику известны многие секреты жителей деревни, пытается разобраться, что же произошло с Ньюманом, человеком не только самым богатым в Оукэме, но и самым трудолюбовым, самым образованным и полным всевоможных идей. И что же будет, если случившееся с ним так и останется загадкой? История, рассказываемая священником, медленно, извилисто движется назад,…

В романе, ставшем лауреатом Букеровской премии в 2024 году, рассказывается об одном дне на Международной космической станции. На протяжении всего повествования мы будем смотреть на Землю глазами астронавтов. Они наблюдают удивительное зрелище, недоступное нам; замечают знакомые места; представляют, чем заняты близкие люди; грустят, что не могут быть с ними рядом; печалятся из-за потерь, которые уже не возместить. Читая эту миниатюрную книгу, наполненную философским смыслом и глубокими переживаниями, мы не можем не чувствовать ценность всего мира и уникальность каждой жизни.

From acclaimed Orange Prize and "Guardian First Book Award" finalist Samantha Harvey, a stunning novel of female friendship, betrayal, and revenge

"You were going to work your way into my marriage and you were going to call its new three-way shape holy," writes the unnamed narrator of "Dear Thief".

The thief is Nina, or Butterfly, who disappeared eighteen years earlier and who is being summoned by this letter, this bomb, these recollections, revisions, accusations, and confessions.

"Sometimes I imagine, out of sheer playfulness, that I am writing this as a kind of defence for having murdered and buried you under the patio."

"Dear Thief" is a letter to an old friend, a song, a jewel, and a continuously surprising triangular love story. Samantha Harvey writes with a dazzling blend of fury and beauty about the need for human connection and the brutal vulnerability that need exposes.

"While I write my spare hand might be doing anything for all you know; it might be driving a pin into your voodoo stomach."

"Dear Thief" is a rare novel that traverses the human heart in a striking and indelible way.

It's Jake's birthday. He is sitting in a small plane, being flown over the landscape that has been the backdrop to his life - his childhood, his marriage, his work, his passions. Now he is in his early sixties, and he isn't quite the man he used to be. He has lost his wife, his son is in prison, and he is about to lose his past. Jake has Alzheimer's. As the disease takes hold of him, Jake struggles to hold on to his personal story, to his memories and identity, but they become increasingly elusive and unreliable. What happened to his daughter? Is she alive, or long dead? And why exactly is his son in prison? What went so wrong in his life? There was a cherry tree once, and a yellow dress, but what exactly do they mean? As Jake, assisted by 'poor Eleanor', a childhood friend with whom for some unfathomable reason he seems to be sleeping, fights the inevitable dying of the light, the key events of his life keep changing as he tries to grasp them, and what until recently seemed solid fact is melting into surreal dreams or nightmarish imaginings. Is there anything he'll be able to salvage from the wreckage? Beauty, perhaps, the memory of love, or nothing at all? From the first sentence to the last, "The Wilderness" holds us in its grip. This is writing of extraordinary power and beauty.

‘Easily one of the truest and best books I’ve read about what it’s like to be alive now, in this country’ Max Porter
Sleep. Sleep. Like money, you only think about it when you have too little. Then you think about it all the time, and the less you have the more you think about it. It becomes the prism through which you see the world and nothing can exist except in relation to it.
Samantha Harvey’s insomnia arrived, seemingly, from nowhere; for a year she has spent h