And My See-through Heart

Do we ever really know the person we live with? This is a question that has tormented Lancelot since the sudden death of his wife. The night of the accident, they had said goodbye at the airport and Irina should have been in another country when she was found drowned, in someone else's car, at the bottom of the local river. Lancelot is still numb from the shock when other facts begin to surface, each one more bewildering than the last. It seems that the woman he loved had a past - and a plan for the future - that he never even suspected ...

Review: 'There are echoes of Kurt Vonnegut and Milan Kundera in Ovalde's ability to take the most stressful events - death, depression and anxiety - and bring an obliquely discursive perspective to bear. The result is luminously engaging and delicately, comically uplifting.' Independent 'Veronique Ovalde constructs a fictional universe in which the imagination soars - There are writers who are carried away, and those, like Veronique Ovalde, who carry you away.' Marie Claire

Prizes: Winner of Prix Telerama 2008 (UK). Short-listed for Prix Femina 2007 (UK) and Prix Lilas (Lilac Prize) 2008 (UK).