Georgi Gospodinov

'A WRITER OF GREAT WARMTH AS WELL AS SKILL' GUARDIAN A man and a woman, who have only known each other for a few hours and must soon part, sit in an airport café and invent an entire shared life together. A father, wearing only his underpants, hangs laundry between two cherry trees in a tiny...

WINNER OF THE INTERNATIONAL BOOKER PRIZE A GUARDIAN AND FINANCIAL TIMES BOOK OF THE YEAR 'The most exquisite kind of literature' OLGA TOKARCZUK, author of Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead 'Genrebusting ... Gospodinov may just have created a classic' THE TIMES 'Could not be...

'Some smuggle cigarettes, others alcohol - or weapons. Our contraband, being invisible, is more dangerous. Our contraband is undetectable by scanners. What we carry as concealed excess baggage is stories.' In this exquisite literary gem, Georgi Gospodinov, winner of the International Booker...

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...

»Mein Vater war Gärtner. Jetzt ist er ein Garten.« In seinem bisher persönlichsten Roman lässt Georgi Gospodinov das Leben seines Vaters in einer bewegenden Hommage auferstehen.

'Compulsively readable' New York Times 'Utterly original' Alberto Manguel In the small and the insignificant - that's where life hides, that's where it builds its nest. Our unnamed narrator is not well. He suffers from attacks of 'pathological empathy', which cause him to wander unbidden into...

In Georgi Gospodinovs Roman trifft der Erzähler auf Gaustín, einen Flaneur, der durch die Zeit reist. In Zürich eröffnet Gaustín eine »Klinik für die Vergangenheit«, eine Einrichtung, die Alzheimer-Kranken eine inspirierende Behandlung anbietet.