By William Boyd
"Rich in personality and incident, An Ice-Cream War fulfills the ambition of the ancient novel at its best."
--The manhattan occasions e-book Review
Booker Prize Finalist
"Boyd has greater than fulfilled the intense promise of [his] first novel. . . . he's able not just of a few very humorous satire but in addition of seriousness and compassion." --Michiko Kakutani, The manhattan Times
1914. In a resort room in German East Africa, American farmer Walter Smith goals of Theodore Roosevelt. As he sleeps, a railway passenger swats at flies, regretting her determination to come to the darkish Continent--and to her husband. On a far flung English riverbank, a jealous Felix Cobb watches his brother swim, and curses his sister-in-law-to-be. And within the historical past of the
world's day-by-day chatter: rumors of an Anglo-German clash, the likes of which nobody has ever seen.
In An Ice-Cream War, William Boyd brilliantly conjures up the personal dramas of a iteration upswept through the winds of struggle. After his German neighbor burns his crops--with an apology and a smile--Walter Smith takes up hands on behalf of serious Britain. And whilst Felix's brother marches off to protect British East Africa, he pursues, opposed to his greater judgment, a forbidden love affair. because the sons of the realm fit wits and guns on a continent hundreds of thousands of miles from domestic, desperation makes bedfellows of enemies and traitors of family and friends. by means of turns comedian and quietly clever, An Ice-Cream War deftly renders lives capsized by way of violence, likelihood, and the irrepressible human ability for love.
"Funny, guaranteed, and cleanly, expansively informed, a seriocomic romp. Boyd supplies us experiences of individuals stuck within the aspect wallet of calamity and dramatizes their plights with humor, element and grit." --Harper's
"Boyd has crafted a quiet, seamless prose during which tale and characters stream without difficulty out of a fertile mind's eye. . . . The reader emerges deeply moved." --Newsday
Read Online or Download An Ice-Cream War: A Novel PDF
Best British Literature books
Fresh, tight ebook. those sleek Platonic dialogues painting a fanatical younger Plato and a sensible previous Socrates discussing the issues of the 20th century. 131pp.
Whereas The Faerie Queene counts as his masterpiece, it truly is in his shorter poetry that Edmund Spenser (c. 1552-99) confirmed his superb versatility and talent as eulogist, satirist, pastoral poet and prophet. The Shepheardes Calender marks a turning aspect in literary background, because the nameless writer expectantly asserts his religion within the local power of the English language and stakes his declare to be the successor of Virgil and Chaucer.
Austen’s hilarious early tales and sketches—complete along with her delightfully quirky spelling habits—now accrued in a single quantity, including Lady Susan, the foundation for Whit Stillman's characteristic film Love and Friendship starring Kate Beckinsale and Chloë SevignyJane Austen’s earliest writing dates from while she was once simply eleven-years-old, and already exhibits the hallmarks of her mature paintings.
Additional resources for An Ice-Cream War: A Novel
It was once this inspiration that made her depressing. She felt burdened and baffled. For a moment she skilled a surprising sensation of jumping, jostling panic in her chest. was once this real guilt? she requested herself. have been those the indicators? Trembling arms and breathless turmoil? however it wasn’t quite a bit guilt that she was once feeling as a type of worry. She felt dazzled and giddy from the pressures she used to be lower than. She went over to the mattress, pulled again the blankets and checked out the still-damp stains at the sheets. however it used to be so great to be enjoyed, she informed herself, to be held by means of a person, to not sleep by myself for all time. She wanted that. Feeling somewhat superior, she went downstairs to the inn eating room. It used to be a cheerless room on the better of occasions, partitions a light mustard-yellow with waist-high wood panelling. It used to be nearly empty at this early hour; except Felix there have been simply different site visitors at breakfast. advertisement visitors, she inspiration, via the glance of them. One sleepy waitress was once on accountability. “Hello,” Felix stated as Charis sat down. “Everything superb? ” She smiled. In public he misplaced a few of his insurance, grew to become extra boyish and concerned. “Of direction. ” She reached out and patted his hand in what she imagined used to be a wifely method. Felix used to be consuming a kipper. She poured herself a cup of tea and watched him end it. He had his spectacles on, the higher to fillet the fish, she intended. He wore a tweed swimsuit. He regarded older along with his glasses on, definitely sufficiently old to be her husband. yet she needn’t fear, she advised herself; nobody on the lodge had ever appeared remotely suspicious. “Sure you won’t have whatever? ” She shook her head. He particularly used to be so various from Gabriel. Thin-faced the place Gabriel used to be huge, darkish now not reasonable. He had none of Gabriel’s unreflecting, stolid contentment. Felix appeared consistently afflicted with lifestyles, suspicious of the playing cards it was once dealing him, consistently weighing issues up and criticising. in lots of methods he used to be relatively a ruthless individual, she notion, yet no longer within the methods he imagined he was once. an excellent individual to have a love affair with, she concluded, a bit ruthlessly herself. at the very least one individual may be impatient with ethical conventions, haven't any time for social norms, be capable to scoff on the predictable decisions of sense of right and wrong. Felix placed his knife and fork jointly. “What time’s our educate? ” he requested. “A region prior 8. ” He glanced on the clock at the wall. “I believe we should always be getting alongside to the station. ” The London educate used to be working overdue. Charis and Felix stood at the abandoned platform and watched a skinny sleet fall at the railway strains. at the back of them the ready room home windows have been fogged with condensation. “I don’t brain if it’s cold,” Charis acknowledged, rubbing her gloved arms jointly. “It’s whilst it’s chilly and rainy that I can’t stand it. ” Felix nodded gloomily, and stamped his toes to revive the circulate. “Cheer up,” Charis stated. “I be aware of the weekend’s over yet you'll be domestic for 6 weeks. ” “I know,” Felix stated. “But it’s now not a similar. Christmas final yr was once bloody. Now, what with Nigel and Eustacia, too, I … oh, I don’t understand.