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Ann Quin


‘A man called Berg, who changed his name to Greb, came to a seaside town intending to kill his father . . .’

So begins Ann Quin’s madcap frolic with sinister undertones, a debut ‘so staggeringly superior to most you’ll never forget it’ (The Guardian). Alistair Berg hears where his father, who has been absent from his life since his infancy, is living. Without revealing his identity, Berg takes a room next to the one where his father and father’s mistress are lodging and he starts to plot his father’s elimination. Seduction and violence follow, though not quite as Berg intends, with Quin lending the proceedings a delightful absurdist humour.

Anarchic, heady, dark, Berg is Quin’s masterpiece, a classic of post-war avant-garde British writing, and now finally back in print after much demand.

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Paperback: £10.00
Ebook: £6.99
Print status: Available
Author: Ann Quin
Format: B-format paperback
Publication date (UK): 7 March 2019
Publication date (US): 5 June 2019
ISBN: 9781911508540
Ebook ISBN: 9781911508557
Availability: World
Number of pages: 160


Daniel Fraser
Dublin Review of Books

‘What makes Berg one of the best British novels published since the war, is [the] repetitive, unyielding territory of failed transformation ... not merely a mystical plane opened up by the work of literature: paradoxically (and with a heavy dose of sadness and black humour) it is the place where literature comes closest to life.'

Andrew Gallix
Irish Times

‘A triumph of post-war literature. A classic of social surrealism.’

Laura Waddell
The Skinny

‘Berg reminds a little of Veronique Olmi’s tragic Beside the Sea, or Ferrante’s lost dolls in the sand, but with a runaway, off-kilter style all of its own that reminds the reader how celebrated Quin ought to be.’

Calum Barnes
Morning Star

‘A gritty yet deliciously strange masterpiece of British fiction.’

Chloe Aridjis

‘Ann Quin is a master painter of interiors, of voices that mosaic as they catch the light at strange, stirring angles.’

Tom McCarthy

‘After her death in 1973 at only 37, Ann Quin’s star first dipped beneath the horizon, disappearing from view entirely, before rising slowly but persistently, to the point that it’s now attaining the septentrional heights it always merited. I suspect that she’ll eventually be viewed, alongside BS Johnson and Alexander Trocchi, as one of the few mid-century British novelists who actually, in the long term, matter.’

Lee Rourke
The Guardian

‘She is one of our greatest ever novelists. Ann Quin’s was a new British working-class voice that had not been heard before.’

New York Times

‘A marvelously warped book.’

Ian Patterson
London Review of Books

‘Funny and profound.’

Juliet Jacques

‘One of Britain’s most adventurous post-war writers. Psychologically dark and sexually daring, Quin’s relentlessly experimental prose reads like nobody else.’