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Description
1960. The world is dancing on the edge of revolution, and nowhere more so than on the Greek island of Hydra, where a circle of poets, painters and musicians live tangled lives, ruled by the writers Charmian Clift and George Johnston, troubled king and queen of bohemia. Forming within this circle is a triangle: its points the magnetic, destructive writer Axel Jensen, his dazzling wife Marianne Ihlen, and a young Canadian poet named Leonard Cohen.
Into their midst arrives teenage Erica, with little more than a bundle of blank notebooks and her grief for her mother. Settling on the periphery of this circle, she watches, entranced and disquieted, as a paradise unravels.
Burning with the heat and light of Greece, A Theatre for Dreamers is a spellbinding novel about utopian dreams and innocence lost – and the wars waged between men and women on the battlegrounds of genius.
Product details
Published | 02 Apr 2020 |
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Format | Hardback |
Edition | 1st |
Extent | 368 |
ISBN | 9781526600554 |
Imprint | Bloomsbury Publishing |
Dimensions | 234 x 153 mm |
Publisher | Bloomsbury Publishing |
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Reviews
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Samson is an intensely sensual writer, conjuring up blue skies, the tang of wild herbs, the vivid splash of bougainvillea ... As good as a Greek holiday, and may be the closest we get this year
Financial Times
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As dreamily nostalgic as Cohen's song Famous Blue Raincoat
Alex Preston, Observer, New Year Highlights
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Sleazy, evocative, beautiful and entertaining
Stuart Turton, Guardian Summer Reading Picks
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A thoroughly enjoyable drama of hedonism, enchantment and emotional beastliness
Times Literary Supplement
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This well-crafted novel beautifully captures the texture of a halcyon age in which anything seems possible
Mail on Sunday
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Spellbinding … An immersive read, steeped in nostalgia. Samson's poetic prose is so evocative that, by the end, you find yourself googling those entrancing images of Hydra, 1960, just to wallow further in the poignancy of it all
Vanity Fair