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      <image:title>The book - Longlisted for the Desmond Elliott Prize 2017</image:title>
      <image:caption>Tobias Keene, D.D.S. Hailing from Richmond, Virginia, Dr. Tobias Keene brings a bit of unabashed Southern hospitality to all his patients. He moved to Washington, D.C. over thirty years ago as a freshman at Ivy College. Right after graduation, he attended World University’s School of Dentistry. Before opening Keene Dental in 1994, he worked for free clinics and some of the finest practices in the District. He is part of the 123 Dental Association and stays up-to-date on the latest dental discoveries. When not striving to keep his patients happy and healthy, he’s enjoys hiking with his family in Rock Creek Park.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>The book - Death is a bird of paradise: we all know what it is, but it can be many different things that aren’t at all alike.</image:title>
      <image:caption>‘Poetical and lyrical … we are immersed in the characters and drawn helplessly into the story’s flow … Maloney spares neither his own characters, nor his readers — and this is as it should be.’ Tadhg Coakley, Irish Examiner ‘Startling and sad but also sly, punchy and full of heart — I admire Maloney for going where few novels dare.’ Julie Myerson, author of The Stopped Heart ‘A crisply written and ferociously intelligent account of a disparate group of thirtysomethings trying to make sense of the world they inhabit, and a welcome reminder that the English novel — as opposed to all the other kinds clamouring for our attention — is alive and well.’ D J Taylor, author of The Prose Factory ‘A novel replete with formal virtues — Learning to Die by Thomas Maloney assembles a vibrant cast of recognisable characters to wrestle with the contemporary challenge of how we live and die now, and whether engagement is any more possible than escape.’ Richard Beard, author of The Day That Went Missing</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>“Unlike Shangri La, the combe isn’t far away or guarded by high passes: it is tantalisingly nearby. Like all good retreats, it resists the passage of time. I imagined it populated by symbols of this resistance: gnarled trees, foxed and fragrant books, candlelight and carved stone. Inspiration is never lacking there. “It isn’t, of course, a real place. Or is it?” Thomas Maloney, In Search of a Sacred Combe</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>‘Hartley’s design is based on the principle of confinement,’ he continued, setting down the cup and placing his palms almost together, with a tiny gap between them. ‘A man’s eye is accommodative, like his heart — bathe it in light and the pupil contracts and becomes insensitive; but wrap it in gloom and it dilates — invites sensation and responds with rapturous intensity. By confining the sun’s light to the narrowest of paths and then splintering it into a dark space, he celebrates the glories of both phenomenon and witness.’</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>“In private thoughts, Mike and James describe themselves in terms such as ‘fraud’, ‘failure’ and ‘waster’, and mope about accumulating future regrets. Yet when their correspondence begins, they find themselves insulting each other while passionately defending their own choices. It takes a series of outside shocks – an illness, a chance reunion, a vengeful act of biblioclasty – to reconcile these internal conflicts.” Thomas Maloney, The Creed of Compromise</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>River Kennet, Reading</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Why does she always respond to happy news with a severe bout of hayfever? And is it really only death that can make love real? ‘There but for the grace of God’ is an insult to the unlucky.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>He is never without a sense of inhabiting the solar system in three dimensions, and does not consider even his local area as a two-dimensional entity. From his window, when sick, he watches a divided family in their various lighted rooms.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Brenda's mountain</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>All the unsettling little gaps in his knowledge – the words of whose precise meaning he is unsure, the places he couldn’t quite pinpoint on a map – are not, after all, gradually filled in by accumulating life experience, but remain as a fixed measure of his mind’s capacity for culture and knowledge.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Dan's office</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The quickening trance of negotiating immediate peril, leaping from rock to rock. The need to face physical danger. How trivial regrets and embarrassing moments rankle. What of profound errors?</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Feeling like a knotted rag – passions tangled and tired, stubbornly lingering but misdirected and corrupt. Rembrandt’s self portrait as an exemplar of the power of art to give people a glimpse of their own doom.</image:caption>
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