Francis Spufford Knihy

Rok 1746. Do New Yorku, tehdy malého obchodního přístavu se sedmi tisíci obyvateli ve vzdálené Americe, přijíždí mladý Angličan Richard Smith se směnkou na závratnou částku 1000 liber ve zlatě, k vyplacení jistou firmou do 60 dnů. Nikdo netuší, jaké je jeho poslání a jak hodlá peníze použít. Ve městě se nic neutají a zpráva o závratně bohatém cizinci se rozšíří rychlostí blesku. Je bedlivě sledován místními vysokými politiky, zejména lstivým a všeho schopným nejvyšším soudcem De Lanceyem, který kolonii ovládá. Přichází Smith jako podvodník, tajný posel, či jako prodloužená ruka anglického krále? Román britského spisovatele Francise Spufforda barvitě popisuje tehdejší New York, bravurně vykresluje jeho ráz, atmosféru a obyvatele – směsici anglických a holandských přistěhovalců, otroků, kolonistů i Indiánů s jejich tradicemi, rozdílnými povahami a také dravostí.

"Spufford cunningly maps out a literary genre of his own . . . Freewheeling and fabulous." —The Times (London) Strange as it may seem, the gray, oppressive USSR was founded on a fairy tale. It was built on the twentieth-century magic called "the planned economy," which was going to gush forth an abundance of good things that the lands of capitalism could never match. And just for a little while, in the heady years of the late 1950s, the magic seemed to be working. Red Plenty is about that moment in history, and how it came, and how it went away; about the brief era when, under the rash leadership of Khrushchev, the Soviet Union looked forward to a future of rich communists and envious capitalists, when Moscow would out-glitter Manhattan and every Lada would be better engineered than a Porsche. It's about the scientists who did their genuinely brilliant best to make the dream come true, to give the tyranny its happy ending. Red Plenty is history, it's fiction, it's as ambitious as Sputnik, as uncompromising as an Aeroflot flight attendant, and as different from what you were expecting as a glass of Soviet champagne.

What if the Soviet 'miracle' had worked, and the communists had discovered the secret to prosperity, progress and happiness.'

"Suitable for believers who are fed up with being patronised, for non-believers curious about how faith can possibly work in the twenty-first century, this title presents an argument that Christianity is recognisable, drawing on the vocabulary of human feeling, and satisfying those who believe in it."--Www.whitcoulls.co.nz.

When Captain Scott died in 1912 on his way back from the South Pole, his story became a myth embedded in the national imagination.

A thrilling tale of murder and mystery in a city where history has run a little differently -- from the best-selling author of Golden Hill.In a city that never was, in an America that never was, on a snowy night at the end of winter, two detectives find a body on the roof of a skyscraper.It's 1922, and Americans are drinking in speakeasies, dancing t[Bokinfo].

From the author of Golden Hill 'Glorious.' Evening Standard'Exhilarating.' TLS'Brilliant.' Observer'Dazzling.' The Times'Extraordinary.' Financial Times'Superb.' Guardian'My god he can write.

Children's books - from Narnia to The Hobbit - are celebrated in this enlightened examination of the joys of childhood reading.Fairy tales and Where the Wild Things Are, The Lord of the Rings and the Narnia books, Little House on the Prairie and The Earthsea Trilogy. What would you find if you went back and re-read your favourite books from childhood? Francis Spufford discovers both delight and sadness, in this widely celebrated memoir of a boy who retreats into books, faced with a tragedy in his family.'A beautifully composed and wholly original memoir, sounding the classics of children's literature.' David Sexton, Evening Standard'Exuberant and serious, funny and sophisticated, this memoir of reading and childhood is a delight.' Andrea Ashworth