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The tiger's wife, Téa Obreht.

Weaving a brilliant latticework of family legend, loss, and love, Téa Obreht, the youngest of The New Yorker’s twenty best American fiction writers under forty, has spun a timeless novel that will establish her as one of the most vibrant, original authors of her generation.

In a Balkan country mending from years of conflict, Natalia, a young doctor, arrives on a mission of mercy at an orphanage by the sea. By the time she and her lifelong friend Zóra begin to inoculate the children there, she feels age-old superstitions and secrets gathering everywhere around her. Secrets her outwardly cheerful hosts have chosen not to tell her. Secrets involving the strange family digging for something in the surrounding vineyards. Secrets hidden in the landscape itself.

But Natalia is also confronting a private, hurtful mystery of her own: the inexplicable circumstances surrounding her beloved grandfather’s recent death. After telling her grandmother that he was on his way to meet Natalia, he instead set off for a ramshackle settlement none of their family had ever heard of and died there alone. A famed physician, her grandfather must have known that he was too ill to travel. Why he left home becomes a riddle Natalia is compelled to unravel.

Grief struck and searching for clues to her grandfather’s final state of mind, she turns to the stories he told her when she was a child. On their weeklytrips to the zoo he would read to her from a worn copy of Rudyard Kipling’s The Jungle Book, which he carried with him everywhere; later, he told her stories of his own encounters over many years with “the deathless man,” a vagabond who claimed to be immortal and appeared never to age. But the most extraordinary story of all is the one her grandfather never told her, the one Natalia must discover for herself. One winter during the Second World War, his childhood village was snowbound, cut off even from the encroaching German invaders but haunted by another, fierce presence: a tiger who comes ever closer under cover of darkness. “These stories,” Natalia comes to understand, “run like secret rivers through all the other stories” of her grandfather’s life. And it is ultimately within these rich, luminous narratives that she will find the answer she is looking for.


Les imperfectionnistes, Tom Rachman.

Ils sont pathétiques, ils sont incompétents, ils sont harcelés par le destin – bref, ils sont irrésistibles. Ces éternels abonnés à l’infortune ont tous en commun de graviter autour d’un anonyme et farfelu journal international basé à Rome.
Sous la houlette du très incapable directeur de la publication Oliver Ott, petit-fils de l’énigmatique fondateur du quotidien, il y a entre autres Lloyd Burko, vieux correspondant à Paris, au bout du rouleau et prêt à tout pour vendre un article ; Arthur Gopal, le préposé aux nécrologies et aux mots croisés, frappé par une tragédie familiale qui va donner un ironique coup d’accélérateur à sa carrière ; Winston Cheung, pigiste débutant au Caire, vampirisé par un reporter sans foi ni loi ; Ruby Zaga, la vieille fille persuadée (à raison) d’être la paria de la rédaction ; ou encore Ornella de Monterrecchi, lectrice un peu trop scrupuleuse à qui sa fidélité exhaustive a coûté vingt ans de retard sur l’actualité…
Roman choral magistralement orchestré, Les Imperfectionnistes raconte, en onze histoires croisées, les mésaventures hilarantes de ces « chiens écrasés » de l’existence, dressant au passage, avec une acuité redoutable, la fresque d’un demi-siècle dans les coulisses de l’univers médiatique, de son âge d’or à son crépuscule.