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Sarah Pinsker

Sooner or Later Everything Falls Into the Sea

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WINNER OF THE PHILIP K. DICK AWARD
The baker's dozen stories gathered here turn readers into travellers to the past and the future, and explorers of the weirder points of the present. The journey is the thing as Pinsker weaves music, memory, technology, history, mystery, love, loss, and even multiple selves on generation ships and cruise ships, on highways and high seas, in murder houses and treehouses. They feature runaways, fiddle-playing astronauts and retired time travellers.

Weird, wired, hopeful, haunting, and often beautiful, Sarah Pinsker's stories cast a searching light on human nature. But what the heart wants is not always right, or easy.
Praise for Sooner or Later Everything Falls Into the Sea:
'Simply wonderful… Each story is generous and original' KAREN JOY FOWLER

'An auspicious start to what promises to be one wild ride of a literary career' KIRKUS

'Stories that are as delightful and surprising to pore through as they are introspective and elegiac' PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
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Año de publicación
2020
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    There were worse lives to live, back then. This seemed like the best choice for our family. No more running away; running toward something wonderful.
  • uhhfriescompartió una citahace 5 años
    You know what happened. There is no you anymore. No reality television, no celebrity gossip, no music industry. Only an echo playing itself out on the ships and in the heads of those of us who can’t quite let it go.
  • uhhfriescompartió una citahace 6 años
    was up to him to remember. Somewhere, in some medical waste bin back in Saskatoon, there was a computer chip that knew it was a road. A chip that was an arm that was Andy who was a stretch of asphalt two lanes wide, ninety-seven kilometers long, in eastern Colorado. A stretch that could see all the way to the mountains, but was content not to reach them. Forever and ever.

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