Cancel anytime. Klara and the Sun, the first novel by Kazuo Ishiguro since he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, tells the story of Klara, an Artificial Friend with outstanding observational qualities, who, from her place in the store, watches carefully the behavior of those who come in to browse, and of those who pass on the street outside. She remains hopeful that a customer will soon choose her. By: Kazuo Ishiguro. Tan Twan Eng's debut novel casts a powerful spell and has garnered comparisons to celebrated wartime storytellers Somerset Maugham and Graham Greene. Set during the tumult of World War II, on the lush Malayan island of Penang, The Gift of Rain tells a riveting and poignant tale about a young man caught in the tangle of wartime loyalties and deceits.
Booksellers Sing Praises for Ruth Ozeki, Tash Aw, and Chris Abani's The Face — Restless Books
But best of all has been the bookstore love! Here's a sampling:. Ozeki, Abani and Aw put forth wildly divergent takes on the simple premise of "the face," in works that seamlessly blend memoir and criticism. Ultimately, what we have are highly concentrated ruminations on race, identity and history by some of the most astute literary minds from across the globe.
The enfant terrible of French writing talks about the violence perpetrated by the political system on the working class. Last year, History of Violence recounted how he was raped and almost murdered by a man he had just met and is out now in paperback. In his third book Who Killed My Father , published earlier this year, Louis uses personal experience again — in this case the story of his father whose back was damaged in a factory accident — to launch a scathing social and political critique of the violence he sees perpetrated against the working class. There is no question mark in the title of your most recent book.
A ccording to Jewish tradition, before each of us was born, we were visited by an angel who taught us all that is known and all that will be known. We were wise, in utero. It disappeared, leaving behind as its only trace that small indentation known to anatomists as the philtrum, and to the rest of us only as absence. It suggests that as embryos we were powerless but also perfect, with a knowledge and mastery denied to mature humans.