Author:Sophie Cooke
It is the blazing summer of 1981 and Catherine is laid low by childhood illness. Stuck inside her family's sprawling Victorian mansion at the foot of a Highland mountain, she can only look down into the garden and observe the goings-on upon the lawn.
Sam and Rosa, her elder teenage cousins, have come to spend the school holiday in this seemingly idyllic setting, and Catherine savours the brief visits Sam makes to her room. But when Rosa falls in love with Humberto, a young Spanish man camping in the grounds of the house, and Catherine witnesses a violent attack on Sam's beloved dog, the events of that summer take on a darker hue.
Under the Mountain is a fiercely intelligent and beautifully written novel about domestic politics and first loves, and in an unforgettable narrative that is both moving and haunting, Sophie Cooke powerfully exposes hidden inner lives and reveals the sometimes devastating consequences of love and the lies it can tell.
It is Cooke's dual ability to pick apart beautifully the daytime details of cosy family life while also exploring much loftier themes of God, truth, memory and love that set her aside as a mature, intensely emotional and intelligent writer
—— Sunday TimesThis is a complex, clever novel which on the whole succeeds in its high ambitions
—— Time OutSublime writing... Cooke is excellent on unspoken family tensions and her characters' psychological motivations always ring true with a density that recalls Virginia Woolf. Of the younger generation of Scottish writers being published now, Cooke is one of the best.
—— Scottish Review of BooksA wise, ambitious and involving work flowering in psychological insight, it leaves less nuanced epics in its shade
—— Kevin MacNeil, author of The Stornoway WaySteamy, romantic and hilarious
—— TILLY BAGSHAWEA PERFECT book for the plane or the beach. I couldn't put it down
—— LORRAINE KELLYAnother feel-good romantic romp
—— Daily ExpressA juicy, saucy, hilarious read - I loved it!
—— TAMARA BECKWITHThis feel-good read follows a colourful cast. ****
—— Woman's OwnSex, lies and secrets - this is chick-lit at its very best
—— SunThis is a book for grown-up fans of children's fantasy and would also appeal to those who loved Donna Tartt's The Secret History . Highly recommended
—— Library JournalThe Magicians is the most dazzling, erudite and thoughtful fantasy novel to date. You'll be bedazzled by the magic but also brought short by what it has to say about the world we live in
—— Gary Shteyngart , author of The Russian Debutante's Handbook and AbsurdistanThe Magicians is a spellbinding, fast-moving, dark fantasy book for grownups that feels like an instant classic. I read it in a niffin-blue blaze of page turning, enthralled by Grossman's verbal and imaginative wizardry, his complex characters and most of all, his superb, brilliant inquiry into the wondrous, dangerous world of magic
—— Kate Christensen , author of The Epicure's Lament and The Great ManThe Magicians is Harry Potter as it might have been written by John Crowley...This is one of the best fantasies I've read in ages
—— Elizabeth Hand , Fantasy & Science FictionThe author has taken all that is held dear in the fantasy genre, reverently (most of the time) tipping the hat to Rowling, Tolkien, Lewis, Le Guin and others, and shown it from a completely different and unique angle
—— Fantasy Book Review...a gripping fantasy thriller that will please all the older Harry Potter fans out there
—— Yours MagazineJonathan Littell veers between brilliance and bathos...
—— Sally Cousins , The TelegraphGrotesque, dismaying, chilling in its focus on the fine detail of barbarism, this epic of evil is also addictively readable
—— Boyd Tonkin , Independent on SundayCompelling... utterly engaging... for anyone whose interest in his subjects is great to enough to bear their unflinching portrayal The Kindly Ones is an essential novel
—— Chris Power , The TimesIt's an amazing picture of evil, wonderfully written (and very well translated from the original French by Charlotte Mandell), and left me feeling as though I had supped with the damned
—— Jane Knight , The Times