Lanny

From the award-winning author of Grief is the Thing with Feathers comes a dark, playful, propulsive novel about an ethereal young boy who attracts the attention of a mythical, menacing force."In Porter’s winning new novel, Lanny, despair and unsettling entities are again on the menu, as are hard-won grace and beauty ... The ensuing polyphony — while less measured, more gloriously cacophonous — is reminiscent of Jon McGregor’s recent Reservoir 13, which was also set in an English village and also took up, through multiple perspectives, a search and its aftermath. Lanny's achievement, like that of its predecessor, is nonetheless all it's own. And if Lanny, even more than Grief, hums throughout with hope and humour, the dark and the difficult are also always there." - Laird Hunt, The New York Times Book ReviewNot far from London, there is a village. This village belongs to the people who live in it and to those who lived in it hundreds of years ago. It belongs to families dead for generations, and to those who have only recently moved here, such as the boy Lanny and his family. But it also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort, who has woken from his slumber in the woods. Dead Papa Toothwort, who is listening to them all."I suspect Lanny will be a novel I will return to again, simply to absorb the strangeness of the story, the cleverness of the structure, the authenticity of the dialogue and the ethereal mystery that surrounds the book’s titular character. For those who are put off by experimental fiction, and I confess to being one, this is a novel to shatter your prejudices, for Max Porter, understands that even the most complex idea must have a decipherable meaning if it is to be of any worth to a reader." - John Boyne, The Irish TimesMax Porter worked as an editor on Eleanor Catton’s 2013 Booker-winning The Luminaries and Han Kang’s 2016 Man Booker International-winning The Vegetarian. From The Author Of Grief Is The Thing With Feathers The Sunday Times Top Ten Bestseller Longlisted For The Booker Prize 'startling, Moving And Overwhelming . . . Wonderful.' Daily Telegraph 'a Devastating, Disquieting And Exhilarating Book.' Psychologies 'books This Good Don't Come Along Very Often.' Maggie O'farrell 'stunning And Deeply Affecting.' Nathan Filer 'a Magically Beguiling Work, A Triumph.' Financial Times 'a Thing Of Total Joy . . . Thrums With Rhythm And Life.' Observer 'a Remarkable Feat Of Literary Virtuosity.' Sunday Times Not Far From London, There Is A Village. This Village Belongs To The People Who Live In It And To Those Who Lived In It Hundreds Of Years Ago. It Belongs To England's Mysterious Past And Its Confounding Present. It Belongs To Families Dead For Generations, And To Those Who Have Only Recently Moved Here, Such As The Boy Lanny, And His Mum And Dad. But It Also Belongs To Dead Papa Toothwort, Who Has Woken From His Slumber In The Woods. Dead Papa Toothwort, Who Is Listening To Them All. From the author of Grief Is the Thing with Feathers The Sunday Times Top Ten Bestseller Longlisted for the Booker Prize 'Books this good don't come along very often.' Maggie O'Farrell 'A magically beguiling work, a triumph.' Financial Times 'A thing of total joy . . . thrums with rhythm and life.' Observer Not far from London, there is a village. This village belongs to the people who live in it and to those who lived in it hundreds of years ago. It belongs to England's mysterious past and its confounding present. It belongs to families dead for generations, and to those who have only recently moved here, such as the boy Lanny, and his mum and dad. But it also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort, who has woken from his slumber in the woods. Dead Papa Toothwort, who is listening to them all. 'Startling, moving and overwhelming . . . Wonderful.' Daily Telegraph 'A devastating, disquieting and exhilarating book.' Psychologies 'Stunning and deeply affecting.' Nathan Filer 'A remarkable feat of literary virtuosity.' Sunday Times Not far from London, there is a village. This village belongs to the people who live in it and to those who lived in it hundreds of years ago. It belongs to England's mysterious past and its confounding present. It belongs to Mad Pete, the grizzled artist. To ancient Peggy, gossiping at her gate. To families dead for generations, and to those who have only recently moved here. But it also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort who has woken from his slumber in the woods. Dead Papa Toothwort, who is listening to them all. Chimerical, audacious, strange and wonderful - a song to difference and imagination, to friendship, youth and love, Lanny is the globally anticipated new novel from Max Porter. There is a village outside London, no different from many others. Everyday lives conjure a tapestry of fabulism and domesticity. This village belongs to the people who live in it and to the people who lived in it hundreds of years ago. It belongs to England's mysterious past and its confounding present. But it also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort who has woken from his slumber and is listening, and watching. He is watching Mad Pete the village artist. He is listening to ancient Peggy gossiping at her gate, to families recently moved here and to families dead for generations. Dead Papa Toothwort hears them all as he searches, intently, for his favourite. Looking for the boy. Lanny There's a village sixty miles outside London. This village belongs to the people who live in it and to the people who lived in it hundreds of years ago. But it also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort, a figure schoolchildren used to draw green and leafy, choked by tendrils growing out of his mouth.Dead Papa Toothwort is awake.