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By John Banville

During this luminous new novel approximately love, loss, and the unpredictable strength of reminiscence, John Banville introduces us to Max Morden, a middle-aged Irishman who has long past again to the seashore city the place he spent his summer season vacations as a baby to deal with the hot lack of his spouse. it's also a go back to where the place he met the Graces, the well-heeled kin with whom he skilled the unusual suddenness of either love and dying for the 1st time. What Max involves comprehend in regards to the previous, and approximately its indelible results on him, is on the heart of this elegiac, gorgeously written novel — one of the best we now have had from this masterful author.

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