Your Face Tomorrow Vol. 2: Dance & Dream

Javier Marías

Your Face Tomorrow is already being compared to Proust’s À la recherche du temps perdu, and rightly so. It is a novel of extraordinary subtlety and pathos.

The Observer

Dance and Dream – the dazzling second volume of Your Face Tomorrow, Javier Marías’ unfolding literary spy novel in three parts – is now available in paperback.

Your Face Tomorrow Vol. 2: Dance & Dream

Fiction by Javier Marías

Translated by Margaret Jull Costa

A book unlike any other, a daring experiential unfolding Spanish masterpiece, Your Face Tomorrow now leaps into uncharted new territory in Volume Two: Dance and Dream. Your Face Tomorrow, Javier Marías’s dazzling unfolding magnum opus, is a novel in three parts, which began with Volume One: Fever and Spear (New Directions, 2005). Described as a “brilliant dark novel” (Scotland on Sunday), the book now takes a wild swerve in its new volume. Skillfully constructed around a central perplexing and mesmerizing scene in a nightclub, Volume Two: Dance and Dream again features Jacques Deza. In Volume One he was hired by MI6 as a person of extraordinarily sophisticated powers of perception. In Volume Two Deza discovers the dark side of his new employer when Tupra, his spy-master boss, brings out a sword and uses it in a way that appalls Deza: You can’t just go around hurting and killing people like that. Why not? asks Tupra. Searching meditations on favors and jealousy, knowledge and the deep human desire not to know, violence and death play against memories of the Spanish Civil War as Deza’s world becomes increasingly murky.

Buy Your Face Tomorrow Vol. 2: Dance & Dream

Paperback(published May, 01 2008)

ISBN
9780811217491
Price US
16.95
Price CN
18
Trim Size
5x8
Page Count
352

Clothbound(published May, 01 2008)

ISBN
9780811216562
Price US
29.95
Trim Size
5x8
Page Count
352

Ebook(published May, 01 2008)

ISBN
9780811223904
Page Count
352
Portrait of Javier Marías

Javier Marías

Contemporary Spanish novelist

Your Face Tomorrow is already being compared to Proust’s À la recherche du temps perdu, and rightly so. It is a novel of extraordinary subtlety and pathos.

The Observer