Staff Pick
Esther Kinsky has carved out a narrative hidey-hole littered with recurring figments and a studious, magpie-like curiosity. In River, an enigmatic expat on a self-imposed sabbatical to scruffy East London strolls the fluvial tracts of past and present encountering a vagrant king, a circus equestrian, mischievous wind, and a labyrinthine broadcasting station along the way. Placid, reflective, and wholly harmonious, River is a banquet and should be savored at an indulgent, unhurried pace. Recommended By Justin W., Powells.com
Synopses & Reviews
Synopsis
"This is a book to relish."--The Guardian
A woman moves to a London suburb near the River Lea, without knowing quite why or for how long. Over a series of long, solitary walks she reminisces about the rivers she has encountered during her life, from the Rhine, her childhood river, to the Saint Lawrence, and a stream in Tel Aviv. Filled with poignancy and poetic observation, River cements Esther Kinsky as a leading European prose stylist.
Synopsis
A magnificent novel.--The New Yorker
This is a book to relish.--The Guardian
A woman moves to a London suburb near the River Lea, without knowing quite why or for how long. Over a series of long, solitary walks she reminisces about the rivers she has encountered during her life, from the Rhine, her childhood river, to the Saint Lawrence, and a stream in Tel Aviv. Filled with poignancy and poetic observation, River is an ode to nature, edgelands, and the transience of all things human.
Synopsis
"A magnificent novel."-The New Yorker
"This is a book to relish."-The Guardian
A woman moves to a London suburb near the River Lea, without knowing quite why or for how long. Over a series of long, solitary walks she reminisces about the rivers she has encountered during her life, from the Rhine, her childhood river, to the Saint Lawrence, and a stream in Tel Aviv. Filled with poignancy and poetic observation, River is an ode to nature, edgelands, and the transience of all things human.
Synopsis
On a series of solitary walks around London, a woman recalls the rivers she's encountered in prose reminiscent of Sebald.