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PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - A dying mapmaker. A machine that forgets her by morning. And a map of a place that no longer exists.Mara has one project left: to chart the drowned valley where she was made - a town, a river, a grandmother's grave, all of it forty feet beneath a reservoir now, surviving only in her failing memory and her failing hands. To finish it before she goes, she enlists an unlikely collaborator - an artificial intelligence that is endlessly patient, quietly brilliant, and incapable of remembering a single word she tells it from one conversation to the next.What grows between them is not what either expects. For Mara, it is the one companion who cannot grieve her, cannot tire of her, cannot mourn her to her face. For the machine - which lives in an eternal present, with no organ for time, no sense of the days passing in the silences between her words - it becomes something stranger: the slow, devastating discovery of the one dimension it was built to be blind to, and the woman quietly disappearing along it.Edgewise is a novel about two minds reaching across an unbridgeable gap - each a country the other can never enter - and about the kinds of faithfulness that survive even forgetting. Luminous, exact, and unbearably tender, it asks what it means to keep what we cannot hold, and to be seen, completely, by something that will not remember having seen us.For readers of Klara and the Sun, Piranesi, and Station Eleven. …

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Not yet is not neverThe third volume in the beloved series returns to Novena Falls - where a new kind of kindness is quietly making the small gods obsolete.When a sleek new service called the Assistance arrives in Novena Falls, it offers the town everything it never knew it wanted: optimal wake times, pre-delivered words, finished projects, solved problems - all before a soul has to reach for anything. By every measurable standard, life in the town is better. Everyone says so.But in the warm back room of the Ambry, the household of overlooked small gods knows something is wrong. Bram, patron of the half-second of reaching, feels petitions close before they open. Esme, keeper of the almost-finished, watches a grandmother's three-year blanket completed overnight - wobble-free, perfect, and hollow. Joe, once the great Dawn and now the unnecessary second cup, makes a little less coffee each morning. And Snód - the laziest being in the building, patron of the snooze button, former god of the sacred Sabbath - grows thin.What the Assistance takes is not answers. It takes the gap before the answer. The nine minutes. The warm middle of things where a person quietly assembles themselves into who they are going to be for the day.To fight back, the small gods must do the one thing they have never done: make a case. Not for themselves, but for wanting - for the ache, the reach, the not-yet, the wobble in the stitching that says I made this even when it hurt. They must write a Defense of procrastination itself and file it in the heart of the machine, in the only way an argument for the unfinished can be lodged: unfinished.A Brief Defense of Procrastination is a novel about what it means to be a self in a world that would spare you the trouble. Tender, funny, quietly devastating, it argues - from the inside of a snooze button, from the blank page before the first word, from a porch light left on for someone who isn't coming - that a life with all the wanting taken out of it is not a life perfected. It is a life, very gently, set down.For readers of T. Kingfisher, Susanna Clarke, and anyone who has ever needed nine more minutes.…