'Exquisitely tender' Observer 'Vital and valuable' Financial Times 'Crystal clear prose' Olga Tokarczuk Through long winter mornings in Bulgaria, a man sits by the bedside of his elderly father. His father, who created and left behind a garden, blooming from a barren village yard: peonies and potatoes, roses and cherry trees. His father, without whom the man begins to quietly crack. Because the end of our fathers is the end of a world. From the winner of the International Booker Prize comes a novel about a father, a son and an orphaned garden, interweaving the botany of sorrow, the consolations of storytelling and the arrival of the first tulips of spring. Translated by Angela Rodel
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