Author:Gerard Woodward

Ever since Aldous Jones careened over the handlebars of his bicycle in 1955 and landed next to Farmer Evans's first field, it has become a tradition for him to take his family camping in Wales. Aldous has started to feel that a certain symbiosis has developed between their North London home and the Welsh village that they only ever see in August. As the years pass, Aldous's family idyll starts to disintegrate and the farm becomes a place drenched in memory.
A striking and impressive work...one of the most original novels of the year
—— ObserverSimply one of the finest books about the pains and joys of family that I have ever read. The life of the Jones family glows like a barley-sugar window
—— Time OutA brilliantly written first novel... Spirit of time and place is lovingly remembered, steeped in nostalgia yet never sentimental... This is a novelist at work, glorifying in the old-fashioned virtues of plot and character...rendered in graceful prose that is beguiling and charming
—— Mail on SundayFull of enjoyably acute social observation, August offers an absorbing account of a now vanished era of English life... Beguiling
—— The TimesGerard Woodward's first novel is founded on the brilliantly simple premise of portraying a family and its inexorable implosion through a succession of August camping holidays... A strong narrative, powered by cunningly withheld information and the threat of crisis
—— IndependentHe has not written a better or more skilful farce
—— Financial TimesBritain's leading practitioner of black humour
—— PunchThe year's most impressive debut
—— John Carey , Sunday TimesLike Donna Tartt’s "The Secret History" or a good film noir . . . Jane’s low-key narration has just the right tone to keep readers hooked
—— People magazineThe strength of 'The Lake of Dead Languages' is a silken prose that lures the reader into Goodman’s . . . story of murder, suicide . . . revenge, and madness
—— The Washington Post Book WorldPart suspense, part coming-of-age, and all-enthralling . . . A book that needs the roar of a fire to ward off its psychic chill
—— The Denver Post






