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Eight White Nights: A Novel

Eight White Nights: A Novel

Current price: $20.00
Publication Date: February 1st, 2011
Publisher:
Picador
ISBN:
9780312680565
Pages:
368
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Description

A LUSHLY ROMANTIC NOVEL FROM THE AUTHOR OF CALL ME BY YOUR NAME

A young man goes to a Christmas party in upper Manhattan where a woman introduces herself with three simple words: "I am Clara." Over the following seven days, they meet every evening at the cinema. Overwhelmed yet cautious, he treads softly. The tension between them builds gradually—marked by ambivalence, hope, and distrust—culminating in a final scene on New Year's Eve charged with magic and the passion. André Aciman yet again explores human emotion with uncompromising accuracy in this piercing new novel. Eight White Nights is a brilliant performance from a master prose stylist.

About the Author

André Aciman is the New York Times bestselling author of Call Me By Your Name, Out of Egypt, Eight White Nights, False Papers, Alibis, Harvard Square, Enigma Variations, and Find Me. He's the editor of The Proust Project and teaches comparative literature at the Graduate Center of the City University of New York. He lives with his wife in Manhattan.

Praise for Eight White Nights: A Novel

Eight White Nights ... envelop[s] the reader in its wintry spell.” —Jennifer Egan, The New York Times (Editors' Choice)

“A modern New York City fairy tale.” —Time Out (New York)

“A bravura re-creation of all the feints and counterfeints, yearnings and frustrations, of modern courtship. It possesses the psychological acuity and intensity one associates not just with Proust but also with Dostoyevsky.” —Michael Dirda, The New York Review of Books

“Psychologically charged, deeply Dostoyevskian . . . original to the core. Then again, Aciman has never failed to be original. Nor is he a stranger to questions of love. ” —Marie Arana, The Washington Post

“Aciman brilliantly continues his examination into the minefield of longing and attraction. . . . For anyone who's ever smarted from the sharp dreamlike unreality of those obsessive early stages of young love, it's a blistering quick trip down the rabbit hole.” —Karen Campbell, The Boston Globe