FROM THE AUTHOR SHORTLISTED FOR THE BOOKER PRIZE (1996) AND THE WHITBREAD PRIZE (2003)
‘A national treasure . . . She has achieved that rarest of things for a writer’ DAILY TELEGRAPH
‘Shena Mackay notices a London that passes most writers by . . . ‘ PAUL BAILEY, INDEPENDENT
‘She writes like an angel wielding a scalpel’ GUARDIAN
New Zealand, 1909. After weeks at sea the new minister, Jack Mackenzie, arrives from Scotland with his unhappy wife and children in tow. A keen naturalist, he is more enthralled by the botanical – and carnal – delights of Dunedin than in the wellbeing of his flock.
In London, eighty years later, Jack Mackenzie’s descendants are middle-aged, searching for a way out of their loneliness. Olive, embittered with her loveless life, steals a baby from a crowded tube; William, distraught at the death of a pupil, abandons his job as headmaster and struggles to fill his empty days. Jay Pascal, a young New Zealand vagrant of mysterious parentage arrives in London, looking for a place where he might belong.
‘A national treasure . . . She has achieved that rarest of things for a writer’ DAILY TELEGRAPH
‘Shena Mackay notices a London that passes most writers by . . . ‘ PAUL BAILEY, INDEPENDENT
‘She writes like an angel wielding a scalpel’ GUARDIAN
New Zealand, 1909. After weeks at sea the new minister, Jack Mackenzie, arrives from Scotland with his unhappy wife and children in tow. A keen naturalist, he is more enthralled by the botanical – and carnal – delights of Dunedin than in the wellbeing of his flock.
In London, eighty years later, Jack Mackenzie’s descendants are middle-aged, searching for a way out of their loneliness. Olive, embittered with her loveless life, steals a baby from a crowded tube; William, distraught at the death of a pupil, abandons his job as headmaster and struggles to fill his empty days. Jay Pascal, a young New Zealand vagrant of mysterious parentage arrives in London, looking for a place where he might belong.
Reviews
Shena Mackay notices a London that passes most writers by . . . Her London is not a convenient backdrop - it is the capital itself, vividly and freshly set down in glancing detail
She is a dazzling sort of a writer
Her prose is flawlessly seductive and comic, confidently witty and sensual
An adroit novel that incisively but compassionately deploys a dysfunctional family with familiar problems - isolation, failed hopes, mutual deceit - in comic configurations
What a superbly imaginative writer she is . . . Mackay takes large risks, but when they come off the result is breathtaking
She writes like an angel wielding a scalpel, dissecting her characters with sublime, sharp-edged prose
A rich feast to be enjoyed page by page as Mackay, in often dazzling prose, describes the hilarious antics of bibulous writers or, with moving lyricism, those surprised by joy
