The Singing Fire: A Novel

By Lilian Nattel

With shiny prose and magical realism, Lilian Nattel brings one other outstanding novel set in a ancient Jewish community—the bustling alleys of London's East lead to the overdue 19th century—to life.

Nehama, a tender Jewish girl, leaves her relatives and is derived to London to satisfy goals of independence. yet a woman on her personal who does not communicate English is a straightforward goal and Nehama is pressured into prostitution. but with purely the whispers of her deceased grandmother to lead her, she manages to flee into the slim alleys of the first rate East finish, the place bustling marketstalls and penny seats on the theatre are only a hand's breadth clear of the legal warrens.

Emilia, arrives in London ill-prepared, and pregnant and Nehama takes her in. yet Emilia refuses a hardscrabble lifestyles and unearths safe haven within the privileged sessions of the West finish on the fee of her id or even her child, Gittel, who Nehama adopts. because the ladies stroll their very own separate paths, Gittel turns into their nexus; and Nehama and Emilia locate the genuine that means in their lives within the narrowest of London's alleys.

Lilian Nattel masterfully brings to existence a vanished global, embracing the dilemmas of sophistication, gender, tradition and heritage with an imaginitive and fearless voice.

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