In the Garden of the Fugitives: A Novel - Softcover

"An elegant―at times, deceptive―narrative . . . Dovey's skillful prose lifts off the page . . . An impressive, thought-provoking novel that examines the complexities of racism and guilt." ―S. Kirk Walsh, The New York Times Book Review

“In a novel unabashedly about ideas, Dovey does not shy away from bluntly confronting big questions head-on, and yet―a testament to her skill―the book, while trembling with meaning, is neither obvious nor cumbersome but unsettlingly alive. Sweeping both geographically and intellectually; a literary page-turner.” ―Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“Excavation both archaeological and psychological figures prominently in Dovey’s gracefully constructed second novel, in which an epistolary dialogue between a stalled South African filmmaker and her former benefactor unearths issues of privilege, shame, and loss . . . It is Vita’s smoldering melancholy about her apartheid-era origins that gradually gives way to total personal and creative collapse, allowing Dovey to express her ambivalence about creating art in an inequitable, exploitative world. ‘Once you can inspect your own history like an artifact, you’re a step closer to liberating yourself from it,’ Vita’s psychotherapist reminds her.” ―Brendan Driscol, Booklist (starred review)

"A spellbinding pas de deux of passion, obsession and control. Mesmerizing and mind-expanding. I was transfixed." ―Anna Funder, author of All That I Am

"An elegant and intelligent commentary on the act of writing itself: the risk of transforming one’s past in the retelling; the challenge of finding that figure who will act as our real or imagined audience, and who―if we are brave―will keep us honest." ―Sophia Barnes, Sydney Review of Books

"Rich and intelligent . . . A striking work, both compelling and entertaining. Dovey is always a stylish writer, her language perfectly measured, her imagery precise. The settings are lush and tactile, the varied landscapes gorgeously rendered." ―Rebecca Starford, The Sydney Morning Herald

"A marvel of tone and texture . . . If, as Freud once said, the stones of antiquity speak to us, then Dovey is their exemplary oracle." ―Geordie Williamson, The Weekend Australian

"Splendidly sinister . . . The novel is richly imagined and Dovey is a terrific writer." ―Laura Kroetsch, Herald Sun