When the Night Comes: A Novel
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Longlisted for the prestigious Miles Franklin Award, this “moving account of the depth of ordinary lives” (Library Journal, starred review) tells the story of a young Tasmanian girl and a Danish sailor and the brief encounter that leaves a lasting impact on both.
Isla is a lonely girl who moves to Hobart with her mother and brother to try to better their lives. It’s not really working until they meet Bo, a crewman on an Antarctic supply ship, the Nella Dan, who shares stories about his adventures with them—his travels, bird watching, his home in Denmark, and life on board the ship. Isla is struggling to learn what truly matters and who to trust, while this modern Viking is searching to understand his past and to find a place in this world for himself. Though their time together is short, it is enough to change the course of both their lives.
Praised for writing that is “vivid and distinct” (Library Journal, starred review) and “exquisite in its simplicity and eloquence” (Kirkus Reviews), Favel Parrett delivers a stunningly beautiful novel—“spare but memorable” (Booklist)—about the remarkable and unexpected bond forged between strangers.
warmth and my brother was quiet again. Quiet and lost somewhere trying not to think about things. I could not help him. MS Nella Dan VOYAGE 2, 1986/1987 SEASON 10th November 1986 POSITION: 63° 52.000’ S, 119° 55.000’ E CAPTAIN’S NOTE: Vessel moving through leads in pack ice. Occasional small icebergs. Strong winds expected by 14:00. We feel Nella butt up against the ice, that first big jolt, and Soren calls out, “Mooooose! Mooooose!” Erik answers the call. He runs at Soren, leaps in the
glass, God knows what breaking. I feel Nella right herself, pull back—her engine revving. I move to the stairwell. “Soren?” I say. A foot. A leg. A man on his stomach in the small space between the bottom of the metal stairs and the coolroom doors. Arms out in front of him, head twisted to one side. I open my mouth, call his name. I scream for help and the sound echoes down the stairs. I look at my hands, shaking and coffee-stained. Nella just keeps on slicing and shuddering through the
stopped looking at the book altogether and rested back against the couch. “No one wins a war,” he said, and he breathed in heavily. “That’s what the man said, what he had come to tell us. No one wins a war, we just all lose. He showed us some photos of his family and he passed them around and told us they were all gone.” I closed the book and sat with it heavy on my lap. The TV was still on but we were not watching it. Eventually I got up and walked over to the bookcase. I stood there in the
would go, and sometimes she’d be gone for a long time. My brother would ask me over and over if she was coming home. “Do you think she’ll come back?” He couldn’t sleep until he heard her keys in the door. Then he’d get up and go out to the sunroom and say sorry—sorry for fighting or sorry for leaving the washing on the line, sorry for whatever it was that we had done wrong. I’d hear him out there, hear him speak in a small voice, and Mum would say, “That’s okay, love,” and maybe she’d pat his
parties may reach a decision today whether to scuttle the ship in deep water off Macquarie or try towing it to port for repairs, Mr. Boyer said. The division’s director, Mr. Jim Bleasel, has confirmed that the salvage company at first advised that recovery was unlikely, possibly dangerous, and the ship should be scuttled. Despite this objection, Nella Dan’s owner, J. Lauritzen SA, recalculated the cost of salvage and restoration. Mr. Boyer said Lauritzen had decided last weekend that it would