The Age of Elephants

"The filaments that enmeshed them in Durbar Court were the stories
they wove. Leila, who never contributed any herself, claimed that
without them the resident behemoths would fall permanently asleep. It
was a soporific summer. An extraordinary summer, as if the mechanism
of the seasons had broken down, stranding them in a time locked vault
of cloudless blue. The garden parasols were giant sundials around
which carousels of shadow clocked the intervals from breakfast to
supper. Only the bearers punctuated the hours, padding out to them
with trays of lemon cordial and iced tea."

This second novel by Peter Moss, whose first, The Singing Tree, was
described by the New York Times as `a little gem", draws heavily upon
his memories of an Indian childhood to populate a recreated cameo of
imperial India, set on the south coast of England. Here relics of the
British Raj, living out their sequestered lives immersed in nostalgia for
a long lost world, lead a casual visitor to confront memories he has
desperately endeavoured to erase.

A graceful, elaborate"tale of innocents yearning for home.
Moss has been a firsthand witness to the fading glory of the British diaspora in exotic locales like India, Hong Kong and the Philippines. Here, he draws heavily on a childhood spent in India to recreate the experiences of expatriates repatriated against their will, caught between a glorious spiritual home and the draw of Queen and country.

Moss fosters a charming colonial memory that will speak clearly to anyone who's been away from home a long time.
A romanticized, tragic remembrance of well-loved experiences.
-Kirkus Discoveries