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Imprint: Vintage
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Published: 07/06/2018
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ISBN: 9780099584124
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Length: 336 Pages
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Dimensions: 198mm x 20mm x 129mm
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Weight: 268g
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RRP: £8.99
'An intricately crafted novel, sharp-eared, current and full of heart' Guardian, Books of the Year
A spirited fourteen-year-old, Fay, goes missing from a Lincoln council estate. Is she a runaway, or a victim – another face on a poster gradually fading with time? The story of her last few days before she vanishes is interwoven with the varied lives of six locals – all touched in life-changing ways.
David is on a family holiday on the bleak Lincolnshire coast; Howard, a retired steel worker with some dodgy friends; Cosmina, a Romanian immigrant; Sheena, middle-aged and single, running a kiddies’ clothes shop; Mike, owner of a second-hand bookshop and secretly in love with Cosmina; and Chris, a TV-producer-become-monk struggling to leave the ordinary world behind. All are involuntary witnesses to the lost girl; paths cross, threads touch, connections are made or lost. Is Fay alive or dead? Or somewhere in between?
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Imprint: Vintage
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Published: 07/06/2018
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ISBN: 9780099584124
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Length: 336 Pages
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Dimensions: 198mm x 20mm x 129mm
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Weight: 268g
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RRP: £8.99
Reviews
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Twenty-five years on from his spectacular debut novel, Ulverton, Thorpe has produced a book that resembles and rivals it… With tremendous flair, Thorpe opens up a vista of present-day middle England.
Peter Kemp, Sunday Times, Books of the Year
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An intricately crafted novel, sharp-eared, current and full of heart.
Guardian, Books of the Year
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Missing Fay…presents entwined provincial lives with illuminating precision, its prose textured, its structure intricate… He is alert to every English linguistic twitch, every slippery folk-meme. He’s a writer’s writer, and I wish he were a reader’s writer too.
Hilary Mantel, Times Literary Supplement
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Is Thorpe Britain’s most underrated writer? Having just re-read his 1992 classic novel Ulverton, I say he has to be in the running
John Burnside
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Thorpe is a master of quiet ironies, of exquisite detail… This is a mysterious, lucent novel, compelling in its tautness, devastating in its wisdom. I hope it wins prizes.
Philip Womack, Spectator
