Sarah Emily Miano Volgorde van de boeken (chronologisch)

Amsterdam, 1667. Pieter Blaeu, a young publisher, meets the aged, destitute painter Rembrandt van Rijn, and is powerfully drawn into his orbit. Together with a poet named Clara he begins a pursuit of the elusive man's confidence, in a quest that is at once a love affair and a layered, luminous portrait of a most mysterious artist and his world. "Here are the sights, smells, sounds and colours of the Dutch golden age alchemised into fictional gold...The marriage of art, history and fiction has rarely been so alive. A cause for celebration" - "The Times". "It is no mean feat for a young writer to pitch herself against the great master and attempt to achieve in prose the explorations of identity that Rembrandt achieved in paint...Van Rijn returns us to [the paintings] with a renewed sense of wonder" - "TLS". "An enticing journey into the past, well observed and researched, and providing a tour of the alternative artistic life of the seventeenth century" - "Sunday Times".

An amazing debut, a fictional recreation in the form of an encyclopaedia of a relationship based around entries for a history of snow. Touching, inventive and funny, it is very much the start of an auspicious literary career along the lines of a female Julian Barnes. 'My wish is that you will take the key I have given you, which will give you access to my entire life: my book of solutions, all the stories I have known. Take and do with them as you please. I trust you to fill in the blanks - with your stories, with ours - for you alone have full understanding of my soul' This is a bravura first novel, brimming with originality and wit. A lost notebook is discovered, its pages filled with an encyclopaedic array of entries about snow. Leafing through each item in turn, it gradually becomes apparent that the selection is not as haphazard as first glances might suggest. Scientific description, historical accounts and fantastical incidents slowly, teasingly unfold to reveal a series of love-stories. At the heart of these is one particular story, a record of one particular relationship, and it becomes clear by the end of the book that the unnamed editor's work is intended as a love-letter