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On an isolated beach set against a lonely windswept coastline, a pale figure sits serenely against a sand dune staring out to sea. His hands are folded neatly in his lap, his ankles are crossed and there is a faint smile on his otherwise lifeless face. Months later, after a fruitless investigation, the nameless stranger is buried in an unmarked grave. But the mystery of his life and death lingers on, drawing the nearby villagers into its wake. From strandings to shipwrecks, it is not the first time that strangeness has washed up on their shores.

A young man treads delicate emotional waters as he navigates a series of sexually fraught encounters with two dancers in an open relationship, forcing him to weigh his vulnerabilities against his loneliness. In other stories, a young woman battles with the cancers draining her body and her family, menacing undercurrents among a group of teenagers explode in violence on a winter night, a little girl tears through a house like a tornado, driving her babysitter to the brink and couples feel out the jagged edges of connection, comfort and cruelty.

Philip Roth, one of the best-known and award winning literary masters of our time, engages his readership with insightful and challenging novels of the human condition. With The Dying Animal, he revisits the character David Kepesh. At age 60, Kapesh is drawn out of his carefully ordered existence and into an obsessive affair with one of his students.

In one of America's Happiest Cities, Elen is trapped under the shadow of the snow-capped Cascade Mountains. Elen is alone, and unmoored. Her husband has left her. Her belongings are in the boot of her car. Her days are filled mostly with silence and drinking. When she meets four English teenagers in a decaying bar, she is enamoured. The teenagers are wealthy squatters, drifting between ski resorts and breaking into empty AirBnBs. When they bring Elen into their fold, she initially remains on the outskirts, invisibly separated by their privilege.

Quando uno nasce, non sa chi è. Se non c'è nessuno che glielo dice, la vita diventa una bella complicazione. Lei, per esempio, non sapeva chi era, perché quando era nata, la notte di Natale, rotolando giù dal camion di Jack il camionista, si era ritrovata completamente sola e aveva scambiato per sua madre una pantofola di pelo. Una calda pantofola accogliente, dentro la quale si era accoccolata sognando di non essere ancora nata.

Una parábola de cotidianidad insólita que se agranda hasta adquirir la dimensión de una pesadilla. Una reveladora metáfora moral del trasfondo de la existencia humana. La paloma es la historia de un incidente en París. Una parábola de cotidianidad insólita que se agranda hasta adquirir la dimensión de una pesadilla. Un personaje singular descubre cierto día la presencia inesperada de una paloma ante la habitación en la que reside.

La libreria Natsuki è un luogo speciale: un negozio polveroso e solitario, dove gli amanti della lettura possono trovare, tra le pagine dei grandi capolavori di tutto il mondo, un'oasi di pace, un rifugio lontano dal frastuono della quotidianità. Quando il proprietario, uomo colto e appassionato, muore improvvisamente, il nipote Rintaro, un ragazzino timido e introverso, eredita la libreria. Il nonno si è preso cura di lui dopo la morte di sua madre e, ora che è scomparso, Rintaro deve imparare a fare a meno della sua saggezza dolce e pacata.

With bravura storytelling, daring imagination, and fierce narrative control, this dazzling debut introduces that rare writer who finds humanity in our most unconventional behavior, and the humor beneath our darkest impulses. In these strange, funny, and unnerving stories, animals become the litmus test of our deepest fears and longings

Meet Ivan and Prue: a married couple - both experts in language and communication - who nevertheless cannot seem to communicate with each other. Ivan is a tightly wound philosophy professor whose reverence for logic and order governs not only his academic interests, but also his closest relationships. His wife, Prue, is quite the opposite: A pioneer in the emerging field of biolinguistics, she is bold and vibrant, full of life and feeling. Thus far, they have managed to weather their differences. But lately, an odd distance has settled in between them.

Serial killer Martin Campbell has planted his seed within her now, one he hopes will grow stronger and be nurtured by her to it’s full maturity. She can feel it coursing through her veins like a runaway train, her adrenaline pumping now as well, as she descends the dirt path behind their condo and into the darkness of the ghostly tree line. He will follow close behind her - only to make sure she is an apt pupil - but not too close, doesn’t want to throw off her concentration. After tonight, though, she will be on her own.

Trisha was one of the forgotten ones, the walking wounded, the expendables. Just like a lot of other young girls who inadvertently get mixed up with the wrong crowd, hang around the wrong places, live teetering on the very edge of society, she was nothing more than a statistic on a sheet, another lonely number among many others. She'd been classified as just another one of the "nearly dead", meaning that her lifestyle was surely going to kill her anyway, even if someone else didn't kill her first.

He’s a cutter. He uses the knife and I’m the Thanksgiving turkey that needs to be carved. I have blood all down my arms and legs. He cut on my backside and if I get out of here I don’t know how I can explain those scars without having to tell how stupid I was to get in his car...says Tina, a victim of a serial killer who enjoys slowly torturing his victims. But what he doesn't know is, he has finally met his match.

De er overalt. De er her. De er os. De har infiltreret hjem i Hong Kong, butikker i Vancouver, gaderne i Sierra Leone, torve i Oaxaca, skoler i Tel Aviv, soveværelser i Indiana. De er ikke kæledyr eller spøgelser eller robotter. De er rigtige mennesker, men hvordan kan en person, der bor i Berlin, gå frit gennem stuen hos nogen i Sydney? Hvordan kan nogen i Bangkok spise morgenmad med dine børn i Buenos Aires, uden at du ved det? Især når disse mennesker er helt anonyme, ukendte, ikke sporbare.

"Dans la banlieue de Paris vivait une famille de bourgeois riches. Ils habitaient une élégante villa au milieu d'un parc, au bord de la Seine. Le cocher était ce François, gars de campagne, un peu lourdaud, bon cœur, niais, facile à duper. Comme il rentrait un soir chez ses maîtres, un chien se mit à le suivre. Il n'y prit point garde d'abord ; mais l'obstination de la bête à marcher sur ses talons le fit bientôt se retourner. Il regarda s'il connaissait ce chien. Non, il ne l'avait jamais vu. C'était une chienne d'une maigreur affreuse, avec de grandes mamelles pendantes."