Author:Haruki Murakami

Reality bends all the more acutely with lack of sleep in this stunning novel from the master of the surreal.
Eyes mark the shape of the city
The midnight hour approaches in an almost-empty diner. Mari sips her coffee and reads a book, but soon her solitude is disturbed: a girl has been beaten up at the Alphaville hotel, and needs Mari's help.
Meanwhile Mari's beautiful sister Eri lies in a deep, heavy sleep that is 'too perfect, too pure' to be normal; it has lasted for two months. But tonight as the digital clock displays 00:00, a hint of life flickers across the television screen in her room, even though it's plug has been pulled out.
Strange nocturnal happenings, or a trick of the night?
'A captivating mood piece, delicate and wistful' Evening Standard
Stylish and enigmatic
—— EconomistThe novel could be an allegory of sleep, a phenomenology of time, or a cinematic metafiction. Whatever it is, its memory lingers
—— GuardianThe narrative carries considerable literary weight with a rare grace
—— SpectatorA captivating mood piece, delicate and wistful
—— Evening StandardTaut and beautiful poems.
—— Edna O'Brien , GuardianBrave, generous and very moving.
—— Mark Sanderson , Sunday Telegraph[It] amazed me...great, heartfelt, monumental book.
—— Toby Litt , New StatesmanEach image of Sharon Olds' searing Stag's Leap brands itself on retina and heart - how will I ever forget the "Tiny Siren" found by accident in the washing machine?
—— Gerda Stevenson , Morning StarThe most powerful piece of writing I've encountered in decades... The raw emotion of break up transcends every known cliché thanks to her generosity of spirit and the awe-inspiring choreography of her language.
—— Laura George , Image MagazineI read this poetry collection with my heart in my mouth.
—— Jamie Quatro , GuardianI treasure this collection of poems: so beautiful, so personal, so revolutionary. Every time I return to this book I find a line, a stanza that I understand better, differently, appreciate just a little more.
—— Cherie Jones , GuardianA devastating tale of subterfuge, poverty and privilege set in the cobbled streets of Victorian London.
—— Daily RecordMagnificent, bringing the Dickensian streets to grubby, teeming life
—— Eithne Farry , Daily MailCements his reputation as an accomplished and challenging novelist… Though it takes place 130 years ago, the questions that The Streets poses about how, as a society and individuals, we tackle deprivation arguably remain just as pertinent
—— Peter Stanford , IndependentQuinn blends his history, his political concerns, his ideals, his plot and his characters elegantly, with a light hand and the pace of a thriller
—— Louisa Young , Daily TelegraphQuinn’s most mature novel yet… His picture of poverty’s shaming, dehumanizing effect is powerful, and the recurrent call for pity heartfelt. Ms Eliot and Mr Dickens would surely approve
—— Holly Kyte , Sunday TelegraphAnthony Quinn is a terrific storyteller. He has a thrilling knack for turning familiar periods of history into something surprising and often shocking, and for making the fortunes and misfortunes of his characters matter
—— Juliet Nicholson , Evening StandardDisplays the unsentimental yet powerful flair for romance that characterized his previous novel, Half of the Human Race. Perhaps most exciting of all, there is a sense that he is still writing within himself
—— Tom Cox , Sunday TimesQuinn brings the period in question vividly to life: his research is exemplary, and his subject absorbing
—— Lucy Scholes , ObserverAll the ingredients of an upmarket page-turner
—— Max Davidson , Mail on SundayAmbitious, gripping and disturbingly well done
—— Kate Saunders , The TimesBeyond its splendid feel for the era’s chat and patter, the novel pits philanthropy and opportunism, ideals and selfishness, bracingly at odds
—— Boyd Tonkin , IndependentThis novel is refreshingly different and contains a cornucopia of wonderful material and evocative descriptions
—— Good Book GuideThe best book I’ve read in ages… You have to read it.
—— Hilary Rose , The Times






