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The greatcoat

The greatcoat

Dunmore, Helen, 1952-

In the winter of 1952, newly wed Isabel Carey arrives in a Yorkshire town with her husband Philip. As a GP he spends much of his time working, while Isabel tries hard to adjust to the realities of married life. One cold night, Isabel finds an old RAF greatcoat in the back of a cupboard. Once wrapped in the coat she is beset by dreams

Hardback, Book. English. Ghost stories. Horror.
Published London: Hammer, 2012
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Statement of responsibility: Helen Dunmore
ISBN: 0099564939, 1446474569, 9780099564935, 9781446474563
Physical Description: 196 p. ; 21 cm.

Author note

Helen Dunmore is an internationally acclaimed writer whose works include novels, poetry, short stories and writing for children. She has won the Orange Prize forA Spell of Winter, the McKitterick Prize and first prize in the National Poetry Competition; she has also been shortlisted for both the T S Eliot Prize and the Whitbread Novel Award. Her books have been translated into twenty-eight languages, and she is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature.The Greatcoatis her first ghost story.

Back cover copy

A haunting story from a writer at the height of her powers.

"In the dark she slid back the curtain again, and there he was.

The street-lamp lit him and he raised his hand to the window again, but this time he didn't tap on it. He spread out his hand flat on the glass, all the while looking at Isabel.

She clutched the coat to her. Her brain was still fogged with the noise of engines. She shook it, but the sound would not shake out.

He was looking at her intently, waiting for something."

'An electrifying and original talent, a writer whose style is characterized by a lyrical, dreamy intensity'Guardian