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Liepman Literary Agency
Marc Koralnik |
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THE BONE FLOWER
A gothic, atmospheric novel about love and guilt, where the boundary between the living and the dead becomes ever less certain
London, the 1880s. A city of Imperial splendour and abject misery, where children sleep in the streets and gentlemen of leisure explore the beyond, a time of scientific advance and spiritualism, of unquiet souls and inflexible morals.
It is November, and Edward Monteith, a young man of substantial means and frustrated ambition, passes his
evenings in his club, listening to travellers' tales and dreaming of adventure. Invited to the performance of a
mentalist, he spots a young gypsy woman selling flowers outside the theatre. Captivated, he sees her a second time at a séance some days later. They arrange to meet. In the face of every social norm, his love is reciprocated and the die is cast.
What follows is a story of love and guilt, of unspeakable horror and pity, of friendship and betrayal, where the
boundary between the living and the dead becomes ever less certain. And over it all hangs the scent of orange blossom.
Born in England, Charles Lambert lives in Fondi, near Rome, where he worked for many years as a university teacher. In addition to his novels, he is a prizewinning writer of short fiction. His work is included in THE BEST OF BRITISH SHORT STORIES 2013 (Salt) and he has won an O. Henry Award and other short story prizes.
It is November, and Edward Monteith, a young man of substantial means and frustrated ambition, passes his
evenings in his club, listening to travellers' tales and dreaming of adventure. Invited to the performance of a
mentalist, he spots a young gypsy woman selling flowers outside the theatre. Captivated, he sees her a second time at a séance some days later. They arrange to meet. In the face of every social norm, his love is reciprocated and the die is cast.
What follows is a story of love and guilt, of unspeakable horror and pity, of friendship and betrayal, where the
boundary between the living and the dead becomes ever less certain. And over it all hangs the scent of orange blossom.
Born in England, Charles Lambert lives in Fondi, near Rome, where he worked for many years as a university teacher. In addition to his novels, he is a prizewinning writer of short fiction. His work is included in THE BEST OF BRITISH SHORT STORIES 2013 (Salt) and he has won an O. Henry Award and other short story prizes.
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Published 2022-09-01 by Gallic Books |