Gilead

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In 1956, towards the end of Reverend John Ames's life, he begins a letter to his young son: 'I told you last night that I might be gone sometime... You reached up and put your fingers on my lips and gave me that look I never in my life saw on any other face besides your mother's. It's a kind of furious pride, very passionate and stern. I'm always a little surprised to find my eyebrows unsinged after I've suffered one of those looks. I will miss them.' 'A visionary work of dazzling originality' — Robert McCrum, Observer 'Writing of this quality, with an authority as unforced as the perfect pitch in music, is rare and carries with it a sense almost of danger' — Jane Shilling, Daily Telegraph 'A beautiful novel: wise, tender and perfectly measured' — Sarah Waters 'A masterpiece' — Sunday Times