Nights at the Circus
β Scribed by Angela Carter
- Publisher
- Vintage, Random House
- Year
- 1984
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 228 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN
- 0099388618
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
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Paperback, 350 pages
Published 1984
Vintage Books (2006)
Book Riot's 100 Modern Classics (1950-1997)
TheGreatestBooks.org (Top 500 of All Time)
Introduction by: Sarah Waters (2006)
Is Sophie Fevvers, toast of Europe's capitals, part swan...or all fake?
Courted by the Prince of Wales and painted by Toulouse-Lautrec, she is an aerialiste extraordinaire and star of Colonel Kearney's circus. She is also part woman, part swan. Jack Walser, an American journalist, is on a quest to discover the truth behind her identity. Dazzled by his love for her, and desperate for the scoop of a lifetime, Walser has no choice but to join the circus on its magical tour through turn-of-the-nineteenth-century London, St Petersburg and Siberia.
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