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Doris Lessing Three-Book Edition: The Golden Notebook, The Grass is Singing, The Good Terrorist

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Doris Lessing Three-Book Edition: The Golden Notebook, The Grass is Singing, The Good Terrorist
Doris Lessing

This collection brings together three of Nobel Prize-winner Doris Lessing’s most acclaimed novels.Her first novel, The Grass is Singing, is the story of Mary, a new wife, lonely and trapped in the African bush, until she turns to Moses, the black cook, for kindness and understanding.A landmark of twentieth-century literature, The Golden Notebok is a powerful account of Anna Wulf, a woman searching for her personal and political identity, recording her emotional and creative lives in notebooks of different colours.And in The Good Terrorist, a group of naive revolutionaries sets out to change the world, only to find themselves involved in a protest movement of escalating violence.

Doris Lessing

Three-Book Edition

The Grass is Singing

The Golden Notebook

The Good Terrorist

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The Grass is Singing (#u28de2e50-5472-58c9-9794-4b18c4371a2e)

The Golden Notebook (#u616bb70d-5b42-5875-9468-cdc3dc68227c)

The Good Terrorist (#litres_trial_promo)

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Doris Lessing

The Grass is Singing

To Mrs GLADYS MAASDORP of Southern Rhodesia for whom I feel the greatest affection and admiration

In this decayed hole among the mountains

In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing

Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel

There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home.

It has no windows, and the door swings,

Dry bones can harm no one.

Only a cock stood on the rooftree

Co co rico, co co rico

In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust

Bringing rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves

Waited for rain, while the black clouds

Gathered far distant, over Himavant.

The jungle crouched, humped in silence.

Then spoke the thunder

From The Waste Land by T. S. ELIOT with grateful acknowledgements to the author and to Messrs Faber & Faber

‘It is by the failures and misfits of a civilization that one can best judge its weaknesses.’

AUTHOR UNKNOWN

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