Georgina Harding ist eine englische Autorin, deren Werke die menschliche Erfahrung mit bemerkenswerter Sensibilität und Einsicht erforschen. Ihre stilistische Finesse liegt in ihrer Fähigkeit, komplexe Emotionen darzustellen und tief in die psychologischen Zustände ihrer Charaktere einzutauchen. Harding setzt sich in ihrer Arbeit oft mit Themen wie Einsamkeit, Identität und dem anhaltenden Einfluss der Geschichte auf die Gegenwart auseinander. Ihre Prosa ist sowohl meditativ als auch fesselnd und bietet den Lesern tiefe Einblicke in die Komplexität des menschlichen Geistes.
Arktis, August 1616: Der britische Walfang-Schoner äHeartseaseä rüstet sich zum Rückzug vor lebensfeindlichem Eis, doch ein Crew-Mitglied bleibt zurück. Auf der Basis einer Wette lässt sich Thomas Cave bis zum kommenden Sommer auf einer Insel aussetzen.
'I would compare her to writers like Helen Dunmore, Elizabeth Strout, Jon McGregor' BBC Radio 4 'Harding achieves a weighty sense of silence and things not said in this unsettling book about the aftershocks of trauma and the burdens of bearing witness' Sunday Times 'A masterly achievement, illuminating with wisdom and compassion the darkest corners of the human heart' Guardian A farm in Norfolk in the 1970s. A Japanese girl comes to visit her English lover in the house where he was born. She arrives on a day of perfect summer, stands with his mother in a garden filled with roses, watches as his brother walks fields of ripening wheat. But between the two brothers lies the shadow of their father's violent death almost twenty years before, the unresolved narrative of their childhood - a story that has gone untold, a story that began in the last war. In the presence of the girl, the old trauma begins to surface as the work of the harvest begins. 'Taut and unsettling ... A fine meditation on war's long reach' Mail on Sunday
SHORTLISTED FOR THE ORANGE PRIZE FOR FICTION 2012Iasi, Romania, the early 1950s. A nameless man is found on the steps of a hospital. Deaf and mute, he is unable to communicate until a young nurse called Safta brings paper and pencils with which he can draw. Slowly, painstakingly, memories appear on the page. The memories are Safta's also. For the man is Augustin, son of the cook at the manor house which was Safta's family home. Born six months apart, they grew up with a connection that bypassed words. But while Augustin's world remained the same size Safta's expanded to embrace languages, society - and a fleeting love, one long, hot summer. But then came war, and in its wake a brutal Stalinist regime, and nothing would remain the same.
A luminous and profound meditation on the devastations of trauma in the wake of the Second World War, from a writer at the height of her powers. Every time the dream came it was different and yet he felt that he had dreamt it exactly that way before. The trees, there were always the trees, and the mist and the shadows and the running. Charlie's experiences at the Battle of Kohima and the months he spent lost in the remote jungles of Northern India are now history. Home and settled on a farm in Norfolk with his wife Claire, he is one of the lucky survivors. The soil promises healthy crops and Claire is ready for a family. But a chasm exists between them. Memories flood Charlie's mind; at night, on rain-slicked roads and misty mornings in the fields, the past can feel more real than the present. What should be said and what left unsaid? Is it possible to find connection and forge a new life in the wake of unfathomable horror?