The Tesseract - Tapa blanda

"Virtuosic" --The New York Times Book Review

"THE TESSERACT feels.... like a Quentin Tarantino or John Woo movie, seasoned with some Graham Greene. It is as thoroughly assured a performance as T and just as violently entertaining. Taut, nervous and often bloody, THE TESSERACT is a more experimental work than The Beach elliptical and Rashomon-like in structure, where The Beach was linear, cinematic in its effects, where The Beach was more conventionally literary. . . . Mr. Garland not only does a completely convincing job of sketching in these characters' lives in a series of quick, deftly drawn strokes, but he also fluently cuts back and forth between their stories, building suspense the way a film editor does, even as he is tying his disparate heroes' tales together with dozens of overlapping motifs. . . . As he demonstrated in The Beach, Mr. Garland is a natural at orchestrating violent set pieces with deadpan panache, but he also proves in this novel that he can create odd, oddly sympathetic people with unexpected inner lives. . . . the novel's suspense [has] a human cost and caculation...Garland is...persuasive a storyteller...gifted a writer...He has written a powerful if flawed novel, a novel that...reconfirms his prodigious and diverse talents." --Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times Book Review

"[C]omplex and intriguing...subtle fiction [that] has nothing to do with the higher math and a lot to do with good old-fashioned storytelling about big, old-fashioned themes--the mysteries of love and violence and death, the strange workings of fate. . . . THE TESSERACT marks a significant departure from, and growth since, The Beach...Like a tesseract, it is composed of three dimensions that, in the end, inevitably imply a larger and more significant fourth. . . The book is so cunningly constructed that you can't discuss any of these three narratives in too much detail without giving away the connections. Suffice it to say that each story is delicately observed and ingeniously linked to the others. . . . I'm fairly sure that this book, like its author, is the thing itself." --Daniel Mendelsohn, New York Observer