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Doggerland is brilliantly inventive, beautifully-crafted and superbly gripping debut novel about loneliness and hope, nature and survival – set on an off-shore windfarm in the not-so-distant future. 'His father's breath had been loud in the small room. It had smelled smoky, or maybe more like dust. He had knotted and unknotted a strap on the bag he was holding – he must have been leaving to go out to the farm that day. 'I'll get out,' he'd said. 'I'll come back for you, ok?' The boy remembered that; had always remembered it. And, for a time, he'd believed it too.' In the North Sea, far from what remains of the coastline, a wind farm stretches for thousands of acres. The Boy, who is no longer really a boy, and the Old Man, whose age is unguessable, are charged with its maintenance. They carry out their never-ending work, scoured by wind and salt, as the waves roll, dragging strange shoals of flotsam through the turbine fields. Land is only a memory. So too is the Boy's father, who...
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Doggerland is brilliantly inventive, beautifully-crafted and superbly gripping debut novel about loneliness and hope, nature and survival – set on an off-shore windfarm in the not-so-distant future. 'His father's breath had been loud in the small room. It had smelled smoky, or maybe more like dust.
Doggerland, la terra che, migliaia di anni fa, univa l’Inghilterra alla Germania e alla Danimarca, è più di un oggetto di studio per Margaret Hamilton, ricercatrice dell’Università di St Andrews. Territorio immenso, un tempo cosí ricco di flora e fauna da essere stato un habitat ideale per la caccia
Doggerland is brilliantly inventive, beautifully-crafted and superbly gripping debut novel about loneliness and hope, nature and survival – set on an off-shore windfarm in the not-so-distant future. 'His father's breath had been loud in the small room. It had smelled smoky, or maybe more like dust.
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Il y a huit mille ans, une grande île s’étendait au milieu de la mer du Nord, le Doggerland. Margaret en a fait son objet d’étude. Marc aurait pu la suivre sur cette voie, mais c’est le pétrole qu’il a choisi. Il a quitté le département de géologie de St Andrews, pour une vie d’aventure sur les plat