By Caryl Phillips
Dorothy is a retired schoolteacher who has lately moved to a housing property in a small village. Solomon is a night-watchman, an immigrant from an unnamed state in Africa. each one is determined for romance. And but each one harbors secrets and techniques which can make achieving it impossible.
With breathtaking insurance and compassion, Caryl Phillips retraces the trails that lead Dorothy and Solomon to their assembly aspect: her failed marriage and ruinous obsession with a more youthful guy, the horrors he witnessed as a soldier in his disintegrating homeland, and the cruelty he encounters as a stranger in his new one. Intimate and panoramic, measured and shattering, Shore charts the oceanic expanses that separate humans from their houses, their hearts, and their selves.
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