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The Ropewalker

The Ropewalker

The first part in an epic historical trilogy – The Estonian answer to Wolf Hall – by the nation’s greatest modern writer

Jaan Kross’s trilogy dramatises the life of the renowned Livonian Chronicler Balthasar Russow, whose greatest work described the effects of the Livonian War on the peasantry of what is now Estonia. Like Hilary Mantel’s Thomas Cromwell, Russow is a diamond in the rough, a thoroughly modern man in an Early Modern world, rising from humble origins to greatness through wit and learning alone.

As Livonia is used as a political football by the warring powers of Russia, Sweden, Poland and Lithuania, he continues to climb the greasy pole of power and influence. Even as a boy, Russow has the happy knack of being in the right place and saying the right thing at the right time.

He is equally at home acting as friend and confidante to his ambitious patron and as champion for his humble rural relatives. Can anything halt his vertiginous rise? Like most young men he is prey to temptations of the flesh . . .
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Genre: Fiction & Related Items / Modern & Contemporary Fiction (post C 1945)

On Sale: 28th July 2016

Price: £12.99

ISBN-13: 9780857054579

Reviews

He's a marvellous novelist - his scope and depth make him a world writer - and they should just hurry up and give him the Nobel
Doris Lessing.
He deserved a Nobel prize and would probably have got it had he written in any other language but Estonian
Neil Taylor, Guardian.
He's almost alone in writing in the older European tradition of the large-scale historical novel. I'd argue that Kross is heir to the 'great' Russo-European 19th century novelists; his fiction has Tolstoyan sweep. On reading him, moreover, we rediscover that Estonia was always resolutely in Europe and not some obscure outpost this side of the Urals
Fiona Sampson.
No stranger to oppression himself, Kross writes about it with a poignancy devoid of anger
Adam Zamoyski.