Though the slow pace will test readers' patience, the novel succeeds in building a strange world in the English woods. Perry's fans will want to take a look." - Publishers Weekly In actual fact, it soon becomes clear that there is a rather more ordinary (if unlikely) explanation for the group's embrace of John. At first this felt like a letdown: I wanted something uncanny, not normal people making a simple mistake. However, there is still plenty of potential for intrigue and a slow-building kind of tension, as John repeatedly resolves to leave this place and finds he has no desire to do so. There is still the question of who these people are and how they came to be here. There is still the mystery of who might be writing hurtful letters to fragile, anxious Alex, or carving the strange name 'Eadwacer' - a remnant of an enigmatic folk tale - in furniture around the house. And what of the nearby reservoir; is there really, as Alex fears, a chance that it will cause a biblical flood and engulf the house? In the shimmering, oppressive heat - perfectly evoked - this seems laughably unlikely, yet a sense of dread remains and it is hard not to feel there is some impending doom awaiting them all. The narrative moves very slowly towards its climax, but for me the pace was an asset, allowing a gradual release of information, the reader kept as much in the dark as John is. The group includes a troubled but strangely charismatic boy Alex (incidentally we “know” he draws others to him as we are told he does, to this reader he was a very uninteresting character – I was reminded I have to say of the same being true for the very different Cora in “Essex Serpent”) Après moi, le déluge" ( pronounced [apʁɛ mwa lə delyʒ]; lit. 'After me, the flood') is a French expression attributed to King Louis XV of France, or in the form " Après nous, le déluge" ( pronounced [apʁɛ nu lə delyʒ]; lit. 'After us, the flood') to Madame de Pompadour, his favourite. [1] It is generally regarded as a nihilistic expression of indifference to whatever happens after one is gone, [2] though it may also express a more literal forecasting of ruination. [3] Its meaning is translated by Brewer in the forms "When I am dead the deluge may come for aught I care", and "Ruin, if you like, when we are dead and gone." [4] The explanation of how John was expected comes relatively early and is rather dull : by a complete coincidence, someone connected with their group, but known only to Elijah (who doesn’t let on that it is the wrong person), and with a very similar name – Jonathan Coules – was expected to be joining the community in the coming days, but had had to cancel his trip..

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Overall I think this is a novel which may actually appeal more to fans of more esoteric literary fiction than her better known novels, but less to the many fans of the latter other than as a way of tracing her development as an author. Throughout, Perry uses two differing voices - the first person perspective of John, who is writing an account of his time in his house, and an omniscient third person narrative. John's voice drawns one in from the outset: 'I'm writing this in a stranger's room on a broken chair at an old school desk. The chair creaks if I move, and so I must keep very still'. He goes on to say, 'I wish I could use some other voice to write this story down. I wish I could take all the books that I've loved best and borrow better words than these, but I've got to make do with an empty notebook and a man who never had a tale to tell and doesn't know how to begin except for the beginning'. In 2014, in an article introducing the then-to-be-debut author the Norfolk newspaper the EDP accurately described it as set in a “slightly off-kilter Norfolk, a merging of Thetford Forest and the salt marshes of the north coast” – something which particularly resonates for me having been bought up a dozen or so miles North of Thetford Forest and now spending much of my time a dozen or so miles south of the North coast salt marshes: the book therefore representing a merger of my own Norfolk.A dark, marvelous novel…pour yourself a cool drink and bask in a dazzling new writing talent." - Daily Telegraph (UK) I have to admit to being a little disappointed with this one. Thats not to say it is a bad book but the blurb seemed to promise something different (in my opinion) to that which it delivered. When I started I thought there was going to be some mystery, perhaps something a little odd going on, but in the end it was all rather mundane. Brewer, Ebenezer Cobham (1898). "Del'uge". Dictionary of Phrase and Fable . Retrieved 17 October 2020– via Bartleby.com. And she makes wonderfully effective use of the haunting and ambiguous ancient-English poem, Wulf and Eadwacer: the full poem (not included in the novel) reads in the translation by Michael R. Burch: To my people he's prey, a pariah. Kean, Danuta (8 March 2017). "Baileys women's prize 2017 longlist sees established names eclipse debuts". The Guardian . Retrieved 8 March 2017.

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But then nothing really happens. Their day to day interaction has a kind of a plot twist running through it to do with the danger of flood and disaster that may or may not be caused by an approaching storm, and some other things I suppose, but it kind of went a bit flat. Which was a shame really, because there was a great deal of potential here. Sarah Perry, Reading lessons of a religious upbringing without modern books, The Guardian, 1 July 2014. I'll tell you something really interesting,' he said rather eagerly, leaning forward. 'Last year, or the year before, I bought a crateful of books that had been left to get damp in a garage somewhere. Most of them were ruined - one of the books even had a kind of fat blind maggot burrowed in its spine - but there were a few things worth having and the best of them was a facsimile of a German poem - from the fifteenth century, I think, though I can't remember who wrote it - called the "Ship of Fools", about a boat put to sea full of madmen. No same man or woman was allowed aboard, except the captain, I suppose, though surely he was mad to take such a crew? At sea of course, they'd do as they please- there's no law and no-one watching, and of no one's watching, who's to say what sane, and what isn't. I didn't read all of it, but I liked the idea, and ever since I've wondered if it ever really happened.'Sarah Grace Perry FRSL (born 28 November 1979) is an English author. She has had three novels published, all by Serpent's Tail: After Me Comes the Flood (2014), The Essex Serpent (2016) and Melmoth (2018). Her work has been translated into 22 languages.

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Stephen from Beloit, WiThe full phrase, "Apres moi le deluge," is translated (by Regina in the song) as "after me comes the flood." The history of this phrase is a bit muddled, but it usually means "I won't worry about the consequences, because after me, everything will be destroyed." Mostly-irrelevant history to follow: Ammer, Christine (2013). "Après moi le déluge". The Dictionary of Clichés: A Word Lover's Guide to 4,000 Overused Phrases and Almost-Pleasing Platitudes. Dictionary of Clichés. New York: Skyhorse Publishing. ISBN 978-16263-6011-2. The phrase itself is in reference to the biblical flood [5] and is believed to date from after the 1757 Battle of Rossbach, which was disastrous for the French. [6] One account says that Louis XV's downcast expression while he was posing for the artist Maurice Quentin de La Tour inspired Madame de Pompadour to say: "Il ne faut point s'affliger; vous tomberiez malade. Après nous, le déluge." [7] [note 1] Another account states that the Madame used the expression to laugh off ministerial objections to her extravagances. [4] The phrase is also often seen as foretelling the French Revolution and the corresponding ruin brought to France. [8] A mysterious fable about honesty and deceit, love and self-loathing, and our sometimes-doomed quests for inner peace. The book is told in a mix of first party accounts by John (which are passages he transcribes in notebooks) and a third party omniscient narrator roaming around the other characters and uncovering something of their past and their current motivations.

In January 2013 she was Writer-in-Residence at Gladstone's Library. Here she completed the final draft of her first novel, After Me Comes the Flood, which was published by Serpent's Tail in June 2014 to international critical acclaim. It won the East Anglian Book of the Year Award 2014, and was longlisted for the 2014 Guardian First Book Award and nominated for the 2014 Folio Prize. In January and February 2016 Sarah was the UNESCO City of Literature Writer-in-Residence in Prague. I know. And I don’t know which would be worst. Isn’t it odd,’ she said, smiling: ‘You turned up and I never for a minute thought it might be you, though even as strangers go, you’re fairly strange.’ Much later John was to remember that phrase, and wonder why it had felt so like an unexpected touch on the arm. Pressing her hands against the dip in her spine and turning her face to the sun she said, ‘Let’s not talk about it anymore.’ Then she ran to peer at the shadow on the broken sundial, swore beneath her breath, and vanished into the cool dark house. Clare stood, examining a bitten-down thumbnail, while the sound of a piano played in intricate swift patterns reached them across the lawn. Another sweltering month in Charlotte, another boatload of mysteries past and present for overworked, overstressed forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan. As in Perry's latest book, The Essex Serpent, After Me Comes The Flood is rich with imagery both lush and ascetic, and characters who are never fully revealed, to themselves or to the reader. The plot, too, is set up as the slow uncovering of a rather sad mystery but (again like The Essex Serpent) is both more and less than one expects, and yet its denouement feels inevitable and fits the overarching narrative like a kid glove. Instead Perry gives us a fascinating psychological character study of co-dependence between a group of flawed people, including Cole himself, who soon belongs just as much as the rest of them. As one character says of another:

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The group he joins is a rather odd interconnected group who it emerges assembled as part of some form of rest home for patients with mental or stress issues and which have now reunited around the houses owner Hester. Then he smiled in that old frank way I knew and said 'I won't think about it any more. I'll put it away somewhere, and won't take it out again. That's the best way.' A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy. Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival. Reaching for a comparison I would say Deborah Levy and Ali Smith meet Kazuo Ishiguro, except here vs. Swimming Home and The Accidental, but similarly to The Unconsoled, the stranger appears to be an expected rather than uninvited guest, rather to his own bemusement.

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Rowan Mantell, Norfolk author Sarah Perry tipped for stardom with debut novel After Me Comes The Flood, EDP24, 27 June 2014 Sitting with the other men around the table, the whisky bottle between them and the moon passing the empty window, was curiously like being aboard a half-empty ship, forced to find comp at in a stranger's cabin. It reminded John of a pamphlet he'd once bought at auction, a coarse engraving of a ship under full sale printed on the cover. At the same time though I have to say it read exactly like the end result of a Creative Writing course – with a number of extremely well crafted scenes, sketches and set pieces rather unevenly assembled into a novel. A key example of this is the most Norfolk (in fact really the only Norfolk) based part of the story – an incident that occurs with a young boy and Alex on a wide beach and with an abandoned boat on nearby mudflats (a real boat which the author knows) – this very much felt like a short story which was then moulded into the novel. In this eerie debut novel from Perry ( Melmoth, 2018, etc.), now published in the U.S. for the first time, a man becomes lost in the woods only to be welcomed by a household of strange but passionate residents.