Author:Anita Desai
Nanda Kaul is old. She has chosen to spend her last years high up in the mountains where she can arrange her thoughts into tranquility. But her solitude is broken when her fragile and secretive great-grand-daughter, Raka, comes to stay. It is an intrusion Nanda Kaul deeply resents, but this child has a capacity to change things. Through the long hot summer months hidden dependencies and old wounds are uncovered, until tragedy seems as inevitable as a forest fire on the hillsides surrounding the villa.
Anita Desai's lyrical yet pointed prose powerfully draws the portrait of a woman who can never blossom into her own in such an arid social landscape.
—— World Literature TodayCasts a gleefully amoral eye at the world around him... You couldn't, as the man says, make it up
—— Sean O'Hagan , ObserverComically rueful and tragically bloodshot
—— The TimesAn immensely skilful writer. He has a sober, searching intelligence and he examines Hollywood and the prairie states with an unflinching candour and a rare strain of melancholy
—— Daily TelegraphLike a noxious Douglas Coupland, Palahniuk charts new-felt and totally contemporary categories of despair
—— Ali Smith , GuardianDizzying . . . subtle and profound . . . And The Land Lay Still reads like an alternative history of Scotland told by its everyday people instead of its movers and shakers . . . eminently readable
—— Independent on SundayBoth epic and domestic, it delivers a wonderful lifelikeness
—— ScotsmanA hugely ambitious and compassionate novel . . . a jam-packed, dizzying piece of fiction . . . already it's being spoken of as the most important novel about Scotland since Lanark
—— Scotland on Sunday