Far in the cold north of Russia, a man carries a vital charge over the mountains. But it is ten years since he came this way last. Will he survive the storm and will he be welcomed if he does?
Edward Docx was born in 1972 in the north of England. He grew up in Cheshire and London. After school, he went to Christ’s College, Cambridge, where he read English Literature and was Junior Common Room President.
He began his professional writing career working on the national newspapers. In 2003, his first novel, The Calligrapher, was published to widespread acclaim. It was selected by the San Francisco Chronicle and the San Jose Mercury News as a Best Book of the Year and is now translated into eight languages.
In 2007, his second novel, Pravda (entitled Self Help in the UK), was published; it was long-listed for the Man Booker and went on to win The Geoffrey Faber Prize. In 2003 and then again in 2007, Docx travelled in South America as part of the research for his third novel which is scheduled for 2010.
Edward Docx lives in London. He is a full time writer.
A tiny book about the dimensions of 2 x 1.5 thumbs with a short story "A Good Man" and a preview chapter of the novel "Self-Help". AGM blends a mountainous trek through a Russian winter storm with a nostalgic romance in an isolated house amid Yelena and Pavel's family. The protagonist Ivan braves both the elements of nature and the past decade of time to now perform good, helpful deeds and reconnect with Yelena. The writing describes just enough interaction between the wintry outdoors and Ivan's physical stamina and the house's politically aware occupants and Ivan's emotional composure to keep the story alive to the next development; the story closes with sparks of wonder and acceptance.
I love the idea of literature in a shot quantity. This was the perfect half hour read for an overcast morning. Delightful, in Docx's beautifully morose way. Not easy to find State-side; a shame since I imagine it would make an excellent first taste of this man's writing.
On second thought, I should have read this with a glass of whiskey in hand.