‘There are things more miraculous than love.’ From this first sentence — is it true? — Robert Lukins demands the heart and mind of the reader in this tight, tense, heart-rending debut The Everlasting Sunday.
Set in England in 1952, in the coldest winter, in a home for boys who have landed in trouble, overseen by a mysterious man, this is a novel that makes unusual and sometimes unsettling connections. It is about hate, and love and what happens when we don’t do the right thing. Lukins writes with the clear, unblinking eye and stylistic assuredness of a writer who is here to stay.