Harvest

She found pieces of old china in the soil, the white handle of a cup, pieces of a blue and white saucer. Claire said that they were put there deliberately. When a plate was cracked or broken, they would break it into smaller pieces and dig the pieces into the soil. So that it would drain the better. How strange, Kumiko thought. These people break and bury their past. But it is still there.

An English woman and a Japanese girl stand in a garden. The house behind them is bright with cut flowers; the fields beyond are a green that will soon yield to gold.

But the earth beneath their feet is shifting in ways they cannot understand. An old, terrible violence, carried back from a distant country and a distant war and sown into the quiet, dark soil of the land, will force its way into the present, determined to exact another sacrifice.

A poised and gracefully crafted novel about the power of submerged secrets, about departures and homecomings, about invisible scars and breathtaking grace, Harvest dares to ask what happens when we come to reap what has been sown.