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Galileo Publishers
01 May 2020
MacDonald Harris wrote the Balloonist in the 1970s and it was published with huge acclaim on both sides of the Atlantic in 1976. Indeed it was runner-up in the National Book Award fiction prize that year. Then, in the 1980s, it mysteriously disappeared and would have remained hidden unless Philip Pullman had not sung the praises of both the book and the work of the author in The Observer back in 2008. The novel is set in 1897 when three people attempt, for the first time, to fly to the North Pole in a balloon, and return. The story is a deliciously entertaining mix of adventure, sexual intrigue, philosophy and science. AUTHOR: MacDonald Harris was the pseudonym of Donald Heiney. He wrote 16 novels and 1 book on sailing (he was in the US Navy during WW2) and lived for most of his life in Newport, California. In 1982 he received a literature award from the American Academy of Arts and Sciences for his entire body of work. He died in 1993 aged 71.

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Imprint:   Galileo Publishers
Country of Publication:   United Kingdom
Dimensions:   Height: 197mm,  Width: 130mm,  Spine: 12mm
Weight:   250g
ISBN:   9781903385104
ISBN 10:   1903385105
Pages:   248
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Audience:   General/trade ,  ELT Advanced
Format:   Paperback
Publisher's Status:   Unspecified

Donald Heiney (MacDonald Harris was a pseudonym) was born in 1921. After serving in the Merchant Marine and the Navy, he joined the faculty of University of California, Irvine, where he taught writers including Michael Chabon. He died in 1993.

Reviews for The Balloonist

It's leisurely, it's subtle and reflective, it's funny, it's accurate and fascinating about the technical business of flying balloons and meteorology and the mysteries of early radio; there's a love story that is tender, sexy and ridiculous all at once, there are characters who are firmly conceived and rounded and surprising, there's an immaculate and jazz-like sense of rhythm and timing; but best of all there's that sensation that comes so rarely, but is as welcome as a cool breeze on a hot day when it does - the sensation that here is a subtle, witty and intelligent mind that really knows how to tell a story. Actually, it's almost impossible to read any of Harris's first pages without helplessly turning to the next, and the next. I'm astonished that he's not far better known. ----Michael Chabon, printed in The Guardian


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