Lips the colour of blood, the sun an unprecedented orange, train wheels that sound like ‘guilt, and guilt, and guilt’: these are just some of the things Mary Ventura begins to notice on her journey to the ninth kingdom.
‘But what is the ninth kingdom?’ she asks a kind-seeming lady in her carriage. ‘It is the kingdom of the frozen will,’ comes the reply. ‘There is no point going back.’
Sylvia Plath’s strange, dark tale of independence over infanticide, written not long after she herself left home, grapples with mortality in motion.
‘My love for him felt so total and so annihilating that it was often impossible for me to see him clearly at all.’
Years ago, Sukie moved in with Nathan because her mother was dead and her father was difficult, and she had nowhere else to go. Now they are on the brink of the inevitable.
Sally Rooney explores love and death in Mr Salary #FaberStories#Faber90
11 1,22723 March, 2019
An English village lies on ancient soil. The village belongs to the the people who live in it and to those who lived in it hundreds of years ago. It belongs to England’s mysterious past and its confounding present. It belongs to Mad Pete, the grizzled artist. To ancient Peggy, gossiping at her gate. To families dead for generations, and to those who have only recently moved there. But it also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort who has woken from his slumber in the woods. Dead Papa Toothwort, who is listening to them all. Dead Papa Toothwort whose favourite is the young boy Lanny.
To celebrate publication, we are giving away a set of letterpress prints signed by Max Porter. Like and tag a friend in the comments and you could both win an exclusive print!
UK only, comp closes at midnight. #Lanny#maxporter#bookstagram
202 1,3558 March, 2019
‘On the whole, it was easier than I had expected. Only once did I feel myself at risk. That was when the inspector suddenly intervened. He said in a harsh voice: “He married your wife, didn’t he? Took her away from you some people might say. Nice piece of goods, too, by the look of her. Didn’t you feel any grievance?” I had been expecting this question. I knew exactly what I would say.’
The late, great P. D. James takes us inside the mind of a murderer. #TheVictim#FaberStories#Faber90#PDJames#bookstagram
‘The townships are too full of people, they said, gather them up and put them in the places the Queen will not see.’
Petina Gappah’s short story An Elegy for Easterly is part of our #FaberStories collection, celebrating our 90th anniversary. At £3.50 each, how many have you picked up? #Faber90#shortstory#petinagappah#bookstagram
22 1,07018 February, 2019
Hedgehog was feeling sad.
As sad as a hedgehog can feel.
So sad only one thing could help...
Read The Hug this #ValentinesDay , the heartwarming story of a hedgehog and tortoise looking for a hug 🦔💕🐢 #thehug#bookstagram
6 38614 February, 2019
When Ray turns up to visit his old university friends Charlie and Emily, he’s given a special task: to be so much his useless self that he makes Charlie look good by comparison.
But Ray has his own buried feelings to contend with. Decades earlier, he and Emily would listen to Jazz when they were alone, and now, as Sarah Vaughan sings through the speakers, he struggles to control everything the sound brings with it.
In Kazuo Ishiguro’s hands, a snapshot of domestic realism becomes a miniature masterpiece of memory and forgetting. #faber90#faberstories#comerainorcomeshine#kazuoishiguro#bookstagram
3 1,22910 February, 2019
Adèle appears to have the perfect life. A respected journalist, she lives in a flawless Parisian apartment with her surgeon husband and their young son. But beneath the veneer of ‘having it all’, she is bored – and consumed by an insatiable need for sex, whatever the cost...
Leïla Slimani’s captivating novel Adèle is out today! #adele#leilaslimani#bookstagram
15 6137 February, 2019
An unnamed protagonist is in holiday with her new, much-married lover, in the company of the monstrously rich.
‘How long would she last? It would be uppermost in all their minds.’
Each day, while the others are out to sea, she is taught to swim. Eventually, she will be expected to perform. The pressure mounts; it is only a matter of time before she snaps.
Edna O’Brien crafts a quietly horrifying scene of eroticism and insecurity in Paradise. #FaberStories#Faber90#ednaobrien#bookstagram#shortstory
7 82924 January, 2019
I map a constellation
I am a cucumber
made entirely of water
like my face-down sister
made also entirely of water
we’re so full of it
sailors topple off the deck
in wet and dusty mushroom hats
they look like mascots in a doughnut shop
cascading smiling past the portholes
with flags in their pockets
they would have been nice to take home
in my polka-dot bikini
they just can’t stop looking