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“Depression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mind's thousand small accesses to pleasure.”

Quote by Sebastian Faulks

Work

Charlotte Gray: A Novel

Charlotte Gray is a historical novel that delves into the tumultuous period of World War II. The narrative centers on the protagonist, Charlotte Gray, who assumes a false identity to infiltrate the German-occupied France. As she navigates the complexities of espionage and the war-torn landscape, the story explores themes of loyalty, betrayal, and the human cost of conflict. more

Author

Sebastian Faulks
Sebastian Faulks

Sebastian Faulks is a renowned British novelist known for his delicate writing style and profound character portrayals. His works cover a range of themes including World War II, love, and history, with 'Birdsong' and 'The Man Who Could Not Stop Laughing' being his most representative works. more

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