Susanna Clarke




Susanna Clarke

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born November 01, 1959
gender female
place of birth Nottingham, England, United Kingdom
website http://www.jonathanstrange.com/
genre Science Fiction & Fantasy
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books by Susanna Clarke

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avg rating: 3.91 | 6702 ratings | 2 distinct works
The Ladies of Grace Adieu and ... The Ladies of Grace Adieu and Other Stories (Hardcover)
by Susanna Clarke
avg rating 3.79 — 630 ratings — published 2006
14 editions
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Jonathan Strange Y El Senor No... Jonathan Strange Y El Senor Norrel (Narrativa)
by Susanna Clarke
avg rating 3.57 — 7 ratings — published 2004
33 editions
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quotes by Susanna Clarke

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"Mr. Robinson was a polished sort of person. He was so clean and healthy and pleased about everything that he positively shone - which is only to be expected in a fairy or an angel, but is somewhat disconcerting in an attorney."
Susanna Clarke (Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell)
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"“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never would.”"
Susanna Clarke (Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell)
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"It may be laid down as a general rule that if a man begins to sing, no one will take any notice of his song except his fellow human beings. This is true even if his song is surpassingly beautiful. Other men may be in raptures at his skill, but the rest of creation is, by and large, unmoved. Perhaps a cat or a dog may look at him; his horse, if it is an exceptionally intelligent beast, may pause in cropping the grass, but that is the extent of it. But when the fairy sang, the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills shift and murmur; he felt cold mists dance. He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands. In the fairy's song the earth recognized the names by which it called itself."
Susanna Clarke
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