'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
Read MoreThe simplicity and depth of this crystal clear prose fills me with great admirationGeorgi Gospodinov is one of the most interesting and innovative writers of this centuryMoving, raw and elegant. A book that will grow in you for years to come