Parrot and Olivier in America
Man Booker Prize Finalist
National ebook Award Finalist
Two-time Booker Prize-winner Peter Carey’s most recent feat of mind's eye is an irrepressible, audacious, and trenchantly humorous novel set often in nineteenth-century America.
Olivier—an improvisation at the lifetime of Alexis de Tocqueville—is an aristocrat born simply after the French Revolution. Parrot is the motherless son of an itinerant English engraver. Their lives are joined whilst Olivier units sail for the hot international to save lots of his neck from yet another revolution and Parrot is distributed with him as secret agent, protector, foe, and foil. With the tale in their not going friendship, Peter Carey explores the journey of yankee democracy with the astounding inventiveness and richness of characterization, tale, and language that we have got come to count on from this superlative writer.
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