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On Midsummer Eve 2008, three people, each on the run from a failed relationship, become trapped in San Francisco's Buena Vista Park, the secret home of Titania, Oberon, and their court. On this night, something awful is happening in the faerie kingdom: in a fit of sadness over the end of her marriage, which broke up in the wake of the death of her adopted son, Titania has set loose an ancient menace, and the chaos that ensues will threaten the lives of immortals and mortals alike.
Selected by The New Yorker as one the best young writers in America, Adrian has created a singularly playful, heartbreaking, and humorous novel-a story that charts the borders between reality and dreams, love and magic, and mortality and immortality.
Selected by The New Yorker as one the best young writers in America, Adrian has created a singularly playful, heartbreaking, and humorous novel-a story that charts the borders between reality and dreams, love and magic, and mortality and immortality.
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"Adrian is such a forceful, potent writer that this non-realistic world commands its own searing, tangible realism on the page. For this isn't only a novel about magic and faeries, it's a novel about grief and loss and heartbreak . . . If you're willing to enter something magical, something dazzling and heartbreaking, then Adrian is a writer for you."
Patrick Ness, The Guardian
". . . An enthralling nightmare. . . With the lusty, darkly comic finish comes an urge to wash one's hands while applauding; Adrian has twisted a romantic folly into a incredibly depraved orgy. Those who don't see the smut in Shakespeare might be shocked, but the Bard himself would likely be proud to see the bodily fluids spilled across one of his most beloved classics."
Josh Davis, Time Out New York
"Chris Adrian's novels puff you full of delight, then rips your heart out. Adrian's a sadist, maybe. Or maybe he's got the biggest heart of any living writer, so big that it can hold the sweetest thoughts alongside shame and also death -- real death, in all its devastation and splendor."
Eugenia Williamson, The Boston Phoenix