Фрэнсис Спаффорд – лучшие книги

Фрэнсис Спаффорд не без иронии называет свою книгу ""Страна Изобилия"" сказкой. Сказкой про то, что вот-вот должно было стать былью. Это история про Советский Союз, каким он был в конце пятидесятых - начале шестидесятых годов, при Хрущеве. В ту пору советский народ, взяв на вооружение плановую экономику, шагал к изобилию и процветанию и через пару десятков лет должен был, как обещали руководители государства, придти к коммунизму. Американская выставка в Сокольниках, создание академгородка в Новосибирске, поездка Хрущева в США, расстрел демонстрации в Новочеркасске - все эти события описаны с удивительной точностью, но это не сухое описание,…

Субботний день 1944 года. Магазин на юго-востоке Лондона получает партию алюминиевых сковородок. Толпа собирается, чтобы увидеть первую металлическую посуду за много лет — ведь все было переплавлено для военных нужд. Мгновением позже толпа исчезает. Немецкая бомба попадает точно в прилавок. Среди погибших были маленькие дети - Алек, Верн, Вэл, Бен и Джо.

Кто они и кем бы стали, проживи каждый из них свою жизнь в бурлящем Лондоне 60-х, 80-х и 90-х годов? Кондуктор или домовладелец, мошенник или учитель, а может —заключенный? Мы увидим их жизнь такой, какой она могла бы быть, если бы не тот страшный день.

From “one of the most original minds in contemporary literature” (Nick Hornby) the bestselling and award-winning author of Golden Hill delivers a noirish detective novel set in the 1920s that reimagines how American history would be different if, instead of being decimated, indigenous populations had thrived.

New York, a small town on the tip of Manhattan Island, 1746.

One rainy evening in November, a handsome young stranger fresh off the boat pitches up at a counting-house door in Golden Hill Street: this is Mr. Smith, amiable, charming, yet strangely determined to keep suspicion simmering. For in his pocket, he has what seems to be an order for a thousand pounds, a huge amount, and he won't explain why, or where he comes from, or what he can be planning to do in the colonies that requires so much money.

Should the New York merchants trust him? Should they risk their credit and refuse to pay? Should they befriend him, seduce him, arrest him; maybe even kill him?

As fast as a heist movie, as stuffed with incident as a whole shelf of conventional fiction, Golden Hill is both a novel about the 18th century, and itself a book cranked back to the novel's 18th century beginnings, when anything could happen on the page, and usually did, and a hero was not a hero unless he ran the frequent risk of being hanged.

This is Fielding's Tom Jones recast on Broadway - when Broadway was a tree-lined avenue two hundred yards long, with a fort at one end flying the Union Jack and a common at the other, grazed by cows.

Rich in language and historical perception, yet compulsively readable, Golden Hill has a plot that twists every chapter, and a puzzle at its heart that won't let go till the last paragraph of the last page.

Set a generation before the American Revolution, it paints an irresistible picture of a New York provokingly different from its later self: but subtly shadowed by the great city to come, and already entirely a place where a young man with a fast tongue can invent himself afresh, fall in love - and find a world of trouble.

The title, a last quote from one explorer to his party as he left their tent never to return, embodies the danger and mystery that fueled the romantic allure of the poles and, subsequently, the British imagination. Far from being a conventional history of polar exploration, I May Be Some Time attempts to understand what was going on in the minds of the polar explorers as they headed toward destinies like Terra Nova. Serving up a heady brew of Captain Perry, Jane Eyre, gastronomic obsessions with iced desserts, and the daily lives of Eskimos, Spufford treats the reader to one of the most satisfying and imaginative contemporary works…

Reading made him who he is. To understand the thrall of fiction, Spufford goes back to his earliest encounters with books, exploring such beloved classics as The Wind in the Willows, The Little House on the Prairie, and The Chronicles of Narnia. He recreates the excitement of discovery, writing joyfully of the moment when fuzzy marks on a page become words. Weaving together child development, personal reflection, and social observation, Spufford shows the force of fiction in shaping a child: how stories allow for escape from pain and mastery of the world, how they shift our boundaries of the sayable, how they stretch the chambers of our imagination.