Produktdetaljer
Biographical note
Fernando Pessoa was born in Lisbon in 1888. He grew up in Durban, South Africa, where his stepfather was Portuguese consul. He returned to Lisbon in 1905 and worked as a clerk in an import-export company until his death in 1935. Most of Pessoa's writing was not published during his lifetime; The Book of Disquiet first came out in Portugal in 1982. Since its first publication, it has been hailed as a classic. The new edition was edited by Jerónimo Pizarro and translated by Margaret Jull Costa.The very book to read when you wake at 3am and can't get back to sleep - mysteries, misgivings, fears and dreams and wonderment. Like nothing else.
- Philip Pullman,
In a time which celebrates fame, success, stupidity, convenience and noise, here is the perfect antidote
- John Lanchester, Daily Telegraph
A complete masterpiece, the sort of book one makes friends with and cannot bear to be parted with
- Paul Bailey, Independent
A meandering, melancholic series of reveries and meditations ... beguiling and mysterious
- William Boyd,
It's hard to explain how this modernist hymnal of boredom, fatigue, dejection and jadedness is so beautiful and life affirming
- Mike McCormack, New Statesman Books of the Year
To read and then contemplate him is to be lifted a little bit above the earth in a floating bubble. One becomes both of the world and not of it. There's no one like him, apart from all of us.
- Nicholas Lezard, Guardian
An odd, occasionally exasperating and sometimes beautiful book and one that will be your friend at 3am on a sleepless night.
- Sophia Martelli, Observer
Fernando Pessoa was simply one of the best 20th-century writers ever... captivating... a series of beautifully wistful reminiscences, diary entries and aphoristic snippets... we recommend it like crazy. Pick one up and open it anywhere and we promise you'll be richly rewarded.
- Stuart Hammond, Dazed and Confused
Gorgeous ... utterly original
The New York Times
A reading experience unlike any other ... you will never forget it, or stop waiting to return to it
- Chris Power, New Statesman