Lambs of GodAllen & Unwin, 1 d’abr. 1998 - 270 pàgines Vegetation grows out of the mouths of stone angels, and sheep wander through the chapel. For Iphigenia, Margarita and Carla, the rhythm of nature and the rituals of the Church have joined to make an encompassing whole. They pray, they do their daily tasks and, at the nightly knitting circle, they tell stories - stitching into their work the bright colours of fairy tale and myth. Brambles have enclosed the monastery and the three nuns have forgotten the world outside. Until Father Ignatius pushes his way through the undergrowth in the hope of finding prime real estate. In seeking to protect the life they so cherish, the nuns find themselves capable of drawing on unimagined depths of resourcefulness. Rich in smells and texture, and often wildly funny, Lambs of God draws on beliefs and fears deep within us and weaves them into a tapestry of dazzling originality. 'Lush and quirky, full of tangled stories, richly comic events and deep symbolism.' - Courier Mail 'The reason for success is clear: Lambs of God is a filmic, intensely sensual book, with a great idea at its core.' - The Weekend Australian 'A novel of wit, suspense and surprises, a disconcerting and potent combination of elements.' - Sunday Age |
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