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A finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, The Plague of Doves—the first part of a loose trilogy that includes the National Book Award-winning The Round House and LaRose—is a gripping novel about a long-unsolved crime in a small North Dakota town and how, years later, the consequences are still...

Written in the tradition of her other works, this stunning anthology of short stories features narratives of great emotional depth, nuance and complexity. Exploring social class, family dynamics and failed romances, these stories offer powerful meditations on the profundity of everyday life.

The Dove’s Nest and Other Stories is a collection of both finished and unfinished short stories written by Katherine Mansfield. The collection was published posthumously, not long after Mansfield’s death in 1923, by her husband, John Middleton Murry.

Mr. and Mrs. Dove is a 1921 short story by Katherine Mansfield. It was first published in The Sphere on 28 November 1921, and later reprinted in The Garden Party and Other Stories. Reginald is returning to Rhodesia the next day; it is his last day in England. Again he thinks of Anne; then he goes to Colonel Proctor's to say goodbye, and he is greeted by Anne, her parents being away. On seeing him she laughs, then he tells her he is leaving. They both look at her pet doves. She remarks how "Mr. Dove" is always running after "Mrs. Dove".

Second story in a collection of interlinked tales of crime and retribution laced with dark humour, set around the festive season When a double suicide arrives at the city morgue, Sandra thinks it’s a Christmas like any other. But she’s about to get a very nasty shock – make that two very...

Tu sei l’unico responsabile della tua "bella" o “brutta” vita. Cambiare la tua esistenza è possibile ed è possibile farlo in qualsiasi momento, a 15 anni come a 70. Ma non puoi cambiare la tua realtà, se prima non comprendi come è stata generata. Con questo breve racconto l’autore ci catapulta in un mondo fantastico fatto di libri che si cancellano, disegnatori di pensieri ed enormi bolle di sapone. Un sogno che di onirico, in fondo, ha ben poco.