An Ice-Cream War: A Novel
"Rich in personality and incident, An Ice-Cream War fulfills the ambition of the old novel at its best."
--The manhattan instances ebook Review
Booker Prize Finalist
"Boyd has greater than fulfilled the brilliant promise of [his] first novel. . . . he's able not just of a few very humorous satire but additionally of seriousness and compassion." --Michiko Kakutani, The manhattan Times
1914. In a resort room in German East Africa, American farmer Walter Smith goals of Theodore Roosevelt. As he sleeps, a railway passenger swats at flies, regretting her selection to come back to the darkish Continent--and to her husband. On a far off English riverbank, a jealous Felix Cobb watches his brother swim, and curses his sister-in-law-to-be. And within the heritage of the
world's day-by-day chatter: rumors of an Anglo-German clash, the likes of which nobody has ever seen.
In An Ice-Cream War, William Boyd brilliantly conjures up the non-public dramas of a new release upswept by means of the winds of conflict. After his German neighbor burns his crops--with an apology and a smile--Walter Smith takes up hands on behalf of serious Britain. And while Felix's brother marches off to protect British East Africa, he pursues, opposed to his larger judgment, a forbidden love affair. because the sons of the area fit wits and guns on a continent millions of miles from domestic, desperation makes bedfellows of enemies and traitors of family and friends. via turns comedian and quietly clever, An Ice-Cream War deftly renders lives capsized through violence, likelihood, and the irrepressible human potential for love.
"Funny, guaranteed, and cleanly, expansively informed, a seriocomic romp. Boyd supplies us stories of individuals stuck within the facet wallet of calamity and dramatizes their plights with humor, element and grit." --Harper's
"Boyd has crafted a quiet, seamless prose during which tale and characters circulation without difficulty out of a fertile mind's eye. . . . The reader emerges deeply moved." --Newsday
You speaking approximately, Gabriel?” “The Anglo-German conflict. It’s coming, Felix. I’m yes of it.” “Do they just take the day-by-day Mail on your mess?” Felix scoffed. “I’ve by no means heard such rot. There’s not likely to be any war.” He ran forward, jumping and bounding in a theatrical imitation of euphoria. “Holland says everyone seems to be having a ways too solid a time to visit warfare. Don’t you're thinking that this can be the main remarkable time to be alive, Gabriel?” Gabriel smiled. “Well, i guess I do. yet then I’ve bought my very own particular.
Manor filled into the pews in the back of the church. that they had been occupying their seats now for nearly an hour, having been obliged to reach good ahead of the visitors grew to become up. Cyril stuck his eye and allowed a glance of malicious piety to pass his beneficial properties as he sat beside his skinny, hard-faced spouse. Charles scurried self-consciously down the aisle and whispered that the carriage had simply rounded the nook up the line. Felix may well listen the faint clop of horses’ hooves outdoors. He nodded to.
The Lumi River bridge. Salaita Hill, a tender mound that rose a number of hundred toes out of the flat scrub, used to be a mile or so forward. ahead of they reached the hill they need to encounter a coarse direction that ended in Smithville and Lake Jipe. “Good,” Wheech-Browning stated, taking a swig from his water bottle. “Let’s make a move.” He provided the bottle to Mr. Essanjee, who courteously declined. “You see,” Wheech-Browning stated, “it’s like I advised you: now not a squarehead in sight. most likely locate your farm’s.
specialist actors. Charis strict yet eventually forgiving, Gabriel alternately fawning and sulky. The teasing, coyly bullying Charis of these nights had his erection urgent opposed to his pyjama trousers inside seconds. He might lay his head on her small breasts, kissing her throat, plucking on the cords that held her bodice jointly. “Stop it!” she may cry with pretend horror. “You dreadful, dreadful boy! What are you doing?” yet in some way the cords continuously got here undone and he might discover her.
Day. Walter skirted an organization of drilling sepoys and moved down at the back of an incredible open solid of mules and donkeys. the wealthy scent of manure was once carried to him on a moderate breeze. The air above the tethered animals juddered with 1000000 flies. He watched a few sweating, half-naked syces drag away a useless pony. The demise toll one of the horses and mules used to be stunning, tsetse fly claiming dozens of sufferers on a daily basis, yet there looked to be an inexhaustible provide of pack animals; clean train-loads.