Alex Miller's latest novel Prochownik's Dream is about an artist who hasn't been able to paint or draw for years, not since the death of his father. When he suddenly finds the inspiration to work again, it creates all sorts of tensions in his life, as he alienates his wife and neglects his child. Prochownik's Dream is about the creative impulse and the difficulty of negotiating art and life and about the struggle to reconcile dreams with reality, and fantasy with family.
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Page 94 - I had found the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
Page 279 - I came to Warley on a wet September morning with the sky the grey of Guiseley sandstone. I was alone in the compartment. I remember saying to myself: "No more zombies, Joe, no more zombies.
Page 243 - Night falls. On the second floor of the Hotel Printania two windows have just lighted up. The building-yard of the New Station smells strongly of damp wood: tomorrow it will rain in Bouville.
Page 91 - He put his arm around her and kissed her on the mouth. 'You don't have to bear anything. Don't be silly! There's nothing to bear. I love you.
Page 269 - Teresa stood at the far end of the passage silhouetted against the light from the courtyard windows. He lifted Nada into his arms and hugged her to him. She struggled to loosen his grip. 'Uncle Andy sold your pictures. Daddy!' she cried breathlessly. 'He said we're going to be rich!
Page 36 - His abandonment of paint and canvas and the switch to installations on the death of his father had been as much a surprise to him as it had been to everyone who knew him.
Page 249 - It was the most important thing he had ever done. He was sure of it.