![]() ![]() ![]() His 1994 novel, Birdsong, was a point-blank account of slaughter in the trenches of Flanders. Faulks, with his frank, cricketer's looks and considered manner, does not look like a man who enjoys making people cry, but he makes a thoroughly professional job of it. "This book is supposed to make you cry," says Faulks, and it is not clear whether this is a caution or a command. She is trying to imprint her son's face on her brain as he boards the train that will take him to Auschwitz. A woman is staring at a small boy, her face distorted with a glaring intensity that looks like hatred. There is an incidental detail near the end of Sebastian Faulks's new novel, Charlotte Gray (Hutchinson, pounds 15.99), which hits you like a smack in the throat. ![]()
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