The Inheritance of LossOpen Road + Grove/Atlantic, 1. dec. 2007 - 384 sider Winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award and the Man Booker Prize: An “extraordinary” novel “lit by a moral intelligence at once fierce and tender” (The New York Times Book Review). In a crumbling, isolated house at the foot of Mount Kanchenjunga in the Himalayas, an embittered old judge wants only to retire in peace. But his life is upended when his sixteen-year-old orphaned granddaughter, Sai, arrives on his doorstep. The judge’s chatty cook watches over the girl, but his thoughts are mostly with his son, Biju, hopscotching from one miserable New York restaurant job to another, trying to stay a step ahead of the INS. When a Nepalese insurgency threatens Sai’s new-sprung romance with her tutor, the household descends into chaos. The cook witnesses India’s hierarchy being overturned and discarded. The judge revisits his past and his role in Sai and Biju’s intertwining lives. In a grasping world of colliding interests and conflicting desires, every moment holds out the possibility for hope or betrayal. Published to extraordinary acclaim, The Inheritance of Loss heralds Kiran Desai as one of our most insightful novelists. She illuminates the pain of exile and the ambiguities of postcolonialism with a tapestry of colorful characters and “uncannily beautiful” prose (O: The Oprah Magazine). “A book about tradition and modernity, the past and the future—and about the surprising ways both amusing and sorrowful, in which they all connect.” —The Independent |
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... gate leading nowhere , and they watched the tea spill copious ribbony curls of vapor , watched their breath join the mist slowly twisting and turning , twisting and turning . Nobody noticed the boys creeping across the grass , not even ...
... gate leading nowhere , and they watched the tea spill copious ribbony curls of vapor , watched their breath join the mist slowly twisting and turning , twisting and turning . Nobody noticed the boys creeping across the grass , not even ...
Side 13
... gates to hang like lace between the banks , the dressmaker's dummy , which the police now stomped up to the attic and discovered - bom bom , the vigor of their move- ments causing the last remaining Meissen cup to gnash like a tooth on ...
... gates to hang like lace between the banks , the dressmaker's dummy , which the police now stomped up to the attic and discovered - bom bom , the vigor of their move- ments causing the last remaining Meissen cup to gnash like a tooth on ...
Side 21
... gate , her smallness emphasizing the vastness of the land- scape . A tin trunk was at her side . " Miss S. Mistry , St. Augustine's Convent . " But the gate was locked . The driver rattled and shouted . " Oi , koi hai ? Khansama ? Uth ...
... gate , her smallness emphasizing the vastness of the land- scape . A tin trunk was at her side . " Miss S. Mistry , St. Augustine's Convent . " But the gate was locked . The driver rattled and shouted . " Oi , koi hai ? Khansama ? Uth ...
Side 26
... the owner . He had been kind enough to hire Biju although he found him smelly . Paki one way , Biju the other way . Rounding the corner , meet- ing each other again , turning away again . Six So , as Sai waited at the gate , 26.
... the owner . He had been kind enough to hire Biju although he found him smelly . Paki one way , Biju the other way . Rounding the corner , meet- ing each other again , turning away again . Six So , as Sai waited at the gate , 26.
Side 27
... gate with its fat lock and chain , although anyone could easily climb over the bank or come up the ravine . She shook her head . " America ? No problem there were water or electricity , " he said . Awe swelled his words , made them tick ...
... gate with its fat lock and chain , although anyone could easily climb over the bank or come up the ravine . She shook her head . " America ? No problem there were water or electricity , " he said . Awe swelled his words , made them tick ...
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