Piranesi

Winner of the Women's Prize.
Piranesi lives in the House. Perhaps he always has. In his notebooks, day after
day, he makes a clear and careful record of its wonders: the labyrinth of halls, the thousands upon thousands of statues, the tides that thunder up staircases, the clouds that move in slow procession through the upper halls. On Tuesdays and Fridays
Piranesi sees his friend, the Other. At other times he brings tributes of food to the Dead. But mostly, he is alone. Messages begin to appear, scratched out in chalk on the pavements. There is someone new in the House. But who are they and what do they
want? Are they a friend or do they bring destruction and madness as the Other claims? Lost texts must be found