She keeps everything at the right distance. The line, the quota, the women, the grief she distributes so evenly across her days that she's stopped feeling its weight. Dot Marsden has run the factory floor for nine years the way water moves downhill - without apparent decision, without hurry, finding the path of least resistance and taking it. She does not talk about her brother. She does not open certain letters. She does not let anyone close enough to notice.
Then Sylvia Cross arrives on a Tuesday, and Dot notices everything.
The blonde newcomer from London has a warm smile, a seamless manner, and a story that shifts its details with every telling. A firm that closed from bombing. A firm that simply folded. Four years in London. Six. Small discrepancies, the kind that might mean nothing - or might mean everything. Dot files them in the part of her mind where she keeps things she isn't yet ready to draw conclusions about, and keeps walking the line.
What she doesn't file away is the unguarded laugh that surprises Sylvia as much as anyone. The photograph that falls from a forced locker. The vowel, rerouted at the last possible moment, that doesn't belong to the accent. The way Sylvia looks at her - without the performance, without the arrangement - and cannot seem to stop.
Set against the backdrop of a wartime Midlands munitions factory, Powder and Silence is a slow-burn love story told in the grammar of restraint: a flask placed on the chair to the right; a sweet left in a pocket without comment; two women walking the canal road in the dark, saying nothing, meaning everything. Around them, sharp-eyed Renie delivers tea without being asked, irrepressible Birdie sees far more than she lets on, and senior supervisor Phyllis Oakes draws a quiet, deliberate line around the women on her floor.
Both Dot and Sylvia have learned to carry what they cannot show. Both have been alone in the specific way that goes beyond solitary rooms and quiet streets. And both are discovering, by increments, that the most important things rarely announce themselves - they simply accumulate, until one evening on a canal bench in the fading June light, the silence between two people becomes the fullest silence either has ever sat in.
A novel about grief, identity, trust, and the particular courage of being known - Powder and Silence asks what it means to finally say a name out loud.
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. She keeps everything at the right distance. The line, the quota, the women, the grief she distributes so evenly across her days that she's stopped feeling its weight. Dot Marsden has run the factory floor for nine years the way water moves downhill - without apparent decision, without hurry, finding the path of least resistance and taking it. She does not talk about her brother. She does not open certain letters. She does not let anyone close enough to notice.Then Sylvia Cross arrives on a Tuesday, and Dot notices everything.The blonde newcomer from London has a warm smile, a seamless manner, and a story that shifts its details with every telling. A firm that closed from bombing. A firm that simply folded. Four years in London. Six. Small discrepancies, the kind that might mean nothing - or might mean everything. Dot files them in the part of her mind where she keeps things she isn't yet ready to draw conclusions about, and keeps walking the line.What she doesn't file away is the unguarded laugh that surprises Sylvia as much as anyone. The photograph that falls from a forced locker. The vowel, rerouted at the last possible moment, that doesn't belong to the accent. The way Sylvia looks at her - without the performance, without the arrangement - and cannot seem to stop.Set against the backdrop of a wartime Midlands munitions factory, Powder and Silence is a slow-burn love story told in the grammar of restraint: a flask placed on the chair to the right; a sweet left in a pocket without comment; two women walking the canal road in the dark, saying nothing, meaning everything. Around them, sharp-eyed Renie delivers tea without being asked, irrepressible Birdie sees far more than she lets on, and senior supervisor Phyllis Oakes draws a quiet, deliberate line around the women on her floor.Both Dot and Sylvia have learned to carry what they cannot show. Both have been alone in the specific way that goes beyond solitary rooms and quiet streets. And both are discovering, by increments, that the most important things rarely announce themselves - they simply accumulate, until one evening on a canal bench in the fading June light, the silence between two people becomes the fullest silence either has ever sat in.A novel about grief, identity, trust, and the particular courage of being known - Powder and Silence asks what it means to finally say a name out loud. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798233336911
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. She keeps everything at the right distance. The line, the quota, the women, the grief she distributes so evenly across her days that she's stopped feeling its weight. Dot Marsden has run the factory floor for nine years the way water moves downhill - without apparent decision, without hurry, finding the path of least resistance and taking it. She does not talk about her brother. She does not open certain letters. She does not let anyone close enough to notice.Then Sylvia Cross arrives on a Tuesday, and Dot notices everything.The blonde newcomer from London has a warm smile, a seamless manner, and a story that shifts its details with every telling. A firm that closed from bombing. A firm that simply folded. Four years in London. Six. Small discrepancies, the kind that might mean nothing - or might mean everything. Dot files them in the part of her mind where she keeps things she isn't yet ready to draw conclusions about, and keeps walking the line.What she doesn't file away is the unguarded laugh that surprises Sylvia as much as anyone. The photograph that falls from a forced locker. The vowel, rerouted at the last possible moment, that doesn't belong to the accent. The way Sylvia looks at her - without the performance, without the arrangement - and cannot seem to stop.Set against the backdrop of a wartime Midlands munitions factory, Powder and Silence is a slow-burn love story told in the grammar of restraint: a flask placed on the chair to the right; a sweet left in a pocket without comment; two women walking the canal road in the dark, saying nothing, meaning everything. Around them, sharp-eyed Renie delivers tea without being asked, irrepressible Birdie sees far more than she lets on, and senior supervisor Phyllis Oakes draws a quiet, deliberate line around the women on her floor.Both Dot and Sylvia have learned to carry what they cannot show. Both have been alone in the specific way that goes beyond solitary rooms and quiet streets. And both are discovering, by increments, that the most important things rarely announce themselves - they simply accumulate, until one evening on a canal bench in the fading June light, the silence between two people becomes the fullest silence either has ever sat in.A novel about grief, identity, trust, and the particular courage of being known - Powder and Silence asks what it means to finally say a name out loud. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798233336911
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. She keeps everything at the right distance. The line, the quota, the women, the grief she distributes so evenly across her days that she's stopped feeling its weight. Dot Marsden has run the factory floor for nine years the way water moves downhill - without apparent decision, without hurry, finding the path of least resistance and taking it. She does not talk about her brother. She does not open certain letters. She does not let anyone close enough to notice.Then Sylvia Cross arrives on a Tuesday, and Dot notices everything.The blonde newcomer from London has a warm smile, a seamless manner, and a story that shifts its details with every telling. A firm that closed from bombing. A firm that simply folded. Four years in London. Six. Small discrepancies, the kind that might mean nothing - or might mean everything. Dot files them in the part of her mind where she keeps things she isn't yet ready to draw conclusions about, and keeps walking the line.What she doesn't file away is the unguarded laugh that surprises Sylvia as much as anyone. The photograph that falls from a forced locker. The vowel, rerouted at the last possible moment, that doesn't belong to the accent. The way Sylvia looks at her - without the performance, without the arrangement - and cannot seem to stop.Set against the backdrop of a wartime Midlands munitions factory, Powder and Silence is a slow-burn love story told in the grammar of restraint: a flask placed on the chair to the right; a sweet left in a pocket without comment; two women walking the canal road in the dark, saying nothing, meaning everything. Around them, sharp-eyed Renie delivers tea without being asked, irrepressible Birdie sees far more than she lets on, and senior supervisor Phyllis Oakes draws a quiet, deliberate line around the women on her floor.Both Dot and Sylvia have learned to carry what they cannot show. Both have been alone in the specific way that goes beyond solitary rooms and quiet streets. And both are discovering, by increments, that the most important things rarely announce themselves - they simply accumulate, until one evening on a canal bench in the fading June light, the silence between two people becomes the fullest silence either has ever sat in.A novel about grief, identity, trust, and the particular courage of being known - Powder and Silence asks what it means to finally say a name out loud. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798233336911
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Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - She keeps everything at the right distance. The line, the quota, the women, the grief she distributes so evenly across her days that she's stopped feeling its weight. Dot Marsden has run the factory floor for nine years the way water moves downhill - without apparent decision, without hurry, finding the path of least resistance and taking it. She does not talk about her brother. She does not open certain letters. She does not let anyone close enough to notice.Then Sylvia Cross arrives on a Tuesday, and Dot notices everything.The blonde newcomer from London has a warm smile, a seamless manner, and a story that shifts its details with every telling. A firm that closed from bombing. A firm that simply folded. Four years in London. Six. Small discrepancies, the kind that might mean nothing - or might mean everything. Dot files them in the part of her mind where she keeps things she isn't yet ready to draw conclusions about, and keeps walking the line.What she doesn't file away is the unguarded laugh that surprises Sylvia as much as anyone. The photograph that falls from a forced locker. The vowel, rerouted at the last possible moment, that doesn't belong to the accent. The way Sylvia looks at her - without the performance, without the arrangement - and cannot seem to stop.Set against the backdrop of a wartime Midlands munitions factory, Powder and Silence is a slow-burn love story told in the grammar of restraint: a flask placed on the chair to the right; a sweet left in a pocket without comment; two women walking the canal road in the dark, saying nothing, meaning everything. Around them, sharp-eyed Renie delivers tea without being asked, irrepressible Birdie sees far more than she lets on, and senior supervisor Phyllis Oakes draws a quiet, deliberate line around the women on her floor.Both Dot and Sylvia have learned to carry what they cannot show. Both have been alone in the specific way that goes beyond solitary rooms and quiet streets. And both are discovering, by increments, that the most important things rarely announce themselves - they simply accumulate, until one evening on a canal bench in the fading June light, the silence between two people becomes the fullest silence either has ever sat in.A novel about grief, identity, trust, and the particular courage of being known - Powder and Silence asks what it means to finally say a name out loud. Seller Inventory # 9798233336911
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