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The Man Booker longlisted Communion Town reveals the shadows and sinister inhabitants of a city that never appears the same way twice.
On crowded streets, in the town squares and half-empty tower blocks, the lonely and lost try to make a connection. A weary gumshoe pounds the reeking sidewalks, seeking someone he knows he will never find. Violence loiters in blind alleys, eager to embrace the unsuspecting and the reckless. Lovers are doomed to follow treacherous paths that were laid long before they first met.
This city is no ordinary place. Here, the underworld has surfaced; dreams melt into reality and memories are imagined before they are lived. Ghosts and monsters, refugees and travellers – the voices of Communion Town clamour to tell the stories of the city, stories that must be heard to be believed.
278 pages, Paperback
First published July 5, 2012
When someone means that much to you, you don't have many choices, do you, much as you may pretend you're free to do as you like. That other person is threaded into you as deep as your own soul - you hold his imagine in your mind, always, and you hope he keeps an imagine of you, because in the end that's the only place where you can live secure and complete. You know that if you were to vanish from the world it would be in that person's thoughts that you lingered, for a while at least, after you were gone. -pg 11, Communion Town
The interval of two notes could divide your heart and the tug of words against rhythm could mend it: I'd stumbled on the means to say whatever was true in this life. I only wanted the skill to do it. - pg 45, The Song of Serelight Fair
Where she first came from, he has no way of imagining: he has never considered what she is like in herself. - pg 84, The City Room
I had many things in mind that were my concern alone, nothing to do with him; in my thoughts were futures he could never have hoped to imagine. Soon now I'd set out for other places and for the rest of what I planned. Let's try this one more time, kid ... Before that, though, I'd find him, and give him what he needed never to cease from seeking. -pg 140, Gallathea
'What kind of city is it,' he asked, 'where we sit here and gobble up this stuff, then shake our heads and do nothing? And tomorrow we buy the paper again for more. How do we explain it to ourselves? Tell ourselves we're not responsible? Doing nothing has its own cost.' -pg 164, Good Slaughter
You can go out among your fellow creatures but you can't stay out there forever. You have to come back in. It's not so easy to leave your account once you've begun it. It always wants you back. The pink slip is in your hands: rub the paper between finger and thumb. Think of Fischer. Think of the Flâneur.
One of his eyes is looking out between the first and second fingers of my gauntlet, and the eye is asking me a question. This won't take long. There will be no suffering. I've said what I can, I've given my account, and what happens afterwards is not my concern. The good slaughterer knows his skills have their place. He does the work. - pg 168, Good Slaughter
With some people, shared experience drives you apart in the end; it teaches you that you don't have so much in common after all, and the things you've said and done toge4her become an embarrassment you don't want to exacerbate. - pg 230, Outside the Days
On her way home she had reflected that there must be certain people in the world, a very few, with whom you'll neve rneed to search for what to say, and you know you'll never reach the end. -pg 276, A Way to Leave
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