" Quelle heure est-il ? " : est-ce là une manière de parler pour un roi ? Et au lieu qu'on lui réponde dignement : " Du haut de ma demeure, Seigneur, l'horloge enfin sonne la douzième " ; voilà qu'il s'entend dire tout bêtement : " Minuit "... il n'en fallait pas plus pour que la bataille s'engageât. Passion racinienne, honneur cornélien, rien ne manquait à Hernani, fors le respect du majestueux alexandrin. Epluchures, balayures, ordures, injures se mirent à voler dans le sacro-sain...

A searing, postapocalyptic novel destined to become Cormac McCarthy's masterpiece.

A father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and when the snow falls it is gray. The sky is dark. Their destination is the coast, although they don't know what, if anything, awaits them there. They have nothing; just a pistol to defend themselves against the lawless bands that stalk the roa...

An important rumination on youth in modern-day South Africa, this haunting debut novel tells the story of two extraordinary young women who have grown up black in white suburbs and must now struggle to find their identities. The rich and pampered Ofilwe has taken her privileged lifestyle for granted, and must confront her swiftly dwindling sense of culture when her soulless world falls apart. Meanwhile, the hip and sassy Fiks is an ambitious go-getter desperate to leave her vicious past behin...