My father was a gardener. Now he is a garden. A man sits by his father''s bedside and watches him die. Watches as his past begins to crack, leaving him buried in all its afternoons. The quietly collapsing afternoons of childhood. Because the end of our fathers is the end of a world. From the winner of the International Booker Prize, comes a novel about a father and a son, about the last month of a man''s life, and the stories that make up a life.

Vorwort
From the author of the Booker Prize-winning Time Shelter comes a new novel about departing fathers in a departing world

Autorentext
Georgi Gospodinov was born in Yambol, Bulgaria, in 1968. His works have been translated into thirty-five languages and shortlisted for more than a dozen international prizes. He won the 2016 Jan Michalski Prize for Literature, the 2019 Angelus Central European Literature Award and the 2021 Strega European Prize. His novel Time Shelter wonthe 2023 International Booker Prize.

Klappentext

My father was a gardener. Now he is a garden.
A man sits by his father's bedside and reports radically and gently until a final winter morning.

His father was one of that generation of tragic smokers born right after the World War II in Bulgaria, who clung to the snorkels of their cigarettes. A rebel without a cause, he knew how to fail with heroic self-deprecation.

The garden he created out of a barren village yard first saved him, then killed him It remains his living legacy: peonies and potatoes, roses and cherry trees - and endless stories.

But without him, his son's past, with all its afternoons, began to quietly crack. Because the end of our fathers is the end of a world.

From the winner of the International Booker Prize, comes a novel about a father, a son, and an orphaned garden in a fading world that spans from ancient Ithaca to present-day Sofia, interweaving the botany of sorrow, the consolations of storytelling and the arrival of the first tulips of spring.

Zusammenfassung

My father was a gardener. Now he is a garden.

A man sits by his father's bedside and watches him die.

Watches as his past begins to crack, leaving him buried in all its afternoons. The quietly collapsing afternoons of childhood.

Because the end of our fathers is the end of a world.

From the winner of the International Booker Prize, comes a novel about a father and a son, about the last month of a man's life, and the stories that make up a life.