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Малыш Ральф, носитель ужасающе мощного интеллекта с коэффициентом 475, не приемлет речь по причинам философским и эстетическим. Кроме того, к 4 годам его похищают: 1. психически неустойчивая психиатресса, которая желает вскрыть его мозг; 2. пентагоновский полковник, который желает превратить его в совершенную шпионскую машину; 3. мексиканская пара, мечтающая о…

A brilliant, action-packed reimagining of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, both harrowing and ferociously funny, told from the enslaved Jim's point of view. When the enslaved Jim overhears that he is about to be sold to a man in New Orleans, separated from his wife and daughter forever, he decides to hide on nearby Jackson Island until he can formulate a plan.…

Percival Everett’s The Trees is a page-turner that opens with a series of brutal murders in the rural town of Money, Mississippi. When a pair of detectives from the Mississippi Bureau of Investigation arrive, they meet expected resistance from the local sheriff, his deputy, the coroner, and a string of racist White townsfolk. The murders present a puzzle, for at…

Отец и дочь едут на прогулку в горы, но оказываются в серьезной опасности.

Иностранная литература (2020, № 8)

With your book sales at an all-time low, your family falling apart, and your agent telling you you’re not black enough, what’s an author to do? Thelonius ‘Monk’ Ellison has the answer. Or does he . . . ?
Winner of the Hurston/Wright Legacy Award for Fiction

The protagonist of Percival Everett’s puckish new novel is a brilliant professor of mathematics who goes by Wala Kitu. (Wala, he explains, means ‘nothing’ in Tagalog, and Kitu is Swahili for ‘nothing’. He is an expert on nothing. That is to say, he is an expert, and his area of study is nothing, and he does nothing about it. This makes him the perfect partner for the aspiring villain John Sill, who wants to break into Fort Knox to steal, well, not gold bars, but a shoebox containing nothing. Once he controls nothing he’ll proceed with a dastardly plan to turn a Massachusetts town into nothing. Or so he thinks.

With the help of the brainy and brainwashed astrophysicist-turned-henchwoman Eigen Vector, our professor tries to foil the villain while remaining in his employ. In the process, Wala Kitu learns that Sill’s desire to become a literal Bond villain originated in some real all-American villainy related to the murder of Martin Luther King Jr. As Sill says, ‘Professor, think of it this way. This country has never given anything to us and it never will. We have given everything to it. I think it’s time we gave nothing back.’

Dr. No is a caper with teeth, a wildly mischievous novel from one of America’s most inventive, provocative and productive writers. That it is about nothing isn’t to say that it’s not about anything. In fact, it’s about villains. Bond villains. And that’s not nothing.

Artiste peintre noir américain, Kevin Pace, la soixantaine, se consacre depuis plusieurs années à un tableau très grand format qu’il dissimule jalousement aux regards de tous, gardant le secret sur ses avancées comme il garde secrets bien des épisodes de sa vie. Mais aujourd’hui, c’est à sa fille de dix-sept ans de lui demander de garder un nouveau secret, le sien.
A partir d’une réflexion fondamentale sur l’ombre et la lumière, les mutations des sentiments, les couleurs changeantes du bonheur, Percival Everett livre un roman sur le geste créateur dans tous ses états et change littéralement de registre pour offrir à son lecteur une incursion plus narrative dans sa mythologie personnelle d’homme et d’artiste.

Zach Wells is a perpetually dissatisfied geologist-slash-paleobiologist. Expert in a very narrow area—the geological history of a cave forty-four meters above the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon—he is a laconic man who plays chess with his daughter, trades puns with his wife while she does yoga, and dodges committee work at the college where he teaches.

After a field trip to the desert yields nothing more than a colleague with a tenure problem and a student with an unwelcome crush on him, Wells returns home to find his world crumbling. His daughter has lost her edge at chess, she has developed mysterious eye problems, and her memory has lost its grasp. Powerless in the face of his daughter’s slow deterioration, he finds a mysterious note asking for help tucked into the pocket of a jacket he’s ordered off eBay. Desperate for someone to save, he sets off to New Mexico in secret on a quixotic rescue mission.

A deeply affecting story about the lengths to which loss and grief will drive us, Telephone is a Percival Everett novel we should have seen coming all along, one that will shake you to the core as it asks questions about the power of narrative to save