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Publisher: Vintage

Author: Jayne Anne Phillips

ISBN: 9781101972793

Fiction, Historical

Night Watch by
Jayne Anne Phillips

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$ 750.00 mxn

Night Watch by

Jayne Anne Phillips

Reviews

"Exquisite attention to detail propels a superb meditation on broken families in post-Civil War West Virginia . . . A profound sense of loss haunts the novel, and Phillips conveys a strong sense of place . . . The bruised and turbulent postbellum era comes alive in Phillips's page-turning affair."

Publishers Weekly

Summary

In 1874, in the wake of the War, erasure, trauma, and namelessness haunt civilians and veterans, renegades and wanderers, freedmen and runaways. Twelve-year-old ConaLee, the adult in her family for as long as she can remember, finds herself on a buckboard journey with her mother, Eliza, who hasn’t spoken in more than a year. They arrive at the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in West Virginia, delivered to the hospital’s entrance by a war veteran who has forced himself into their world. There, far from family, a beloved neighbor, and the mountain home they knew, they try to reclaim their lives.

Epic, enthralling, and meticulously crafted, Night Watch is a brilliant portrait of family endurance against all odds, and a stunning chronicle of surviving war and its aftermath.

Pulitzer Prize Winner. Longlisted for the National Book Award in Fiction. A New Yorker Best Book of the Year.

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