- Published: 13/10/2022
- ISBN: 9781783786732
- Granta Books
- 736 pages
Our Share of Night
Translated by Megan McDowell
His father could find what was lost. His father knew when someone was going to die. His father had talked to him about the dead who rode in on the wind. The dead travel fast.
Gaspar is six years old when the Order first come for him.
For years, they have exploited his father’s ability to commune with the dead and the demonic, presiding over macabre rituals where the unwanted and the disappeared are tortured and executed, sacrificed to the Darkness. Now they want a successor.
Nothing will stop the Order, nothing is beyond them. Surrounded by horrors, can Gaspar break free?
Spanning the brutal decades of Argentina’s military dictatorship and its aftermath, Our Share of Night is a haunting, thrilling novel of broken families, cursed inheritances, and the sacrifices a father will make to help his son escape his destiny.
A singular, soul-rattling novel... Mariana Enriquez's terrifying, lush, blood-soaked epic masterfully uses the occult to depict unspeakable brutality, political oppression, and the tragedy of Argentina's disappeared to devastating effect, while powerfully exploring the lengths a parent will go to protect their child. I've never read anything like it and I'll never forget my time in Enriquez's mesmerizing world.
Jessamine Chan, New York Times bestselling author of The School for Good Mothers
A novel so disquieting, so unsettling I could neither put it down, nor read it late at night. Enriquez's short stories had already made me a fan for life - her novel is going to haunt me for the rest of my life
Kelly Link, author of White Cat, Black Dog and Get in Trouble, finalist for the Pulitzer Prize
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