It is 1998. In the safe haven of her North London flat тАУ in a room her husband has ironically dubbed the Delivery Room тАУ Serbian therapist Mira Braverman listens to the stories of her troubled patients.
As the novel unfolds, Mira discovers she is not as distant from their pain as she might once have been: her husband Peter struggles with illness, NATOтАЩs threats against her country grow more serious, and submerged truths from her own past seem likely to erupt.
тАШThe contrasts Brownrigg draws between war and peace, death and life, make you feel the preciousness of things that are easy to take for granted. If you spend time in her world, you find yourself in a place that is refreshingly attuned to the small things of life, the things that make it worth livingтАЩ Guardian
тАШBrownriggтАЩs ability to invent character is outstanding . . . This is a novel in which there is a satisfying sense of trespass and of comprehensive revelation, as Brownrigg ambitiously plaits the narratives of patients and therapist together. She would make an excellent, if rebellious, analyst herselfтАЩ Observer
тАШA stunning interpretation of birth, death, war and bereavementтАЩ Scotland on Sunday
тАШGrippingly readable . . . An old-fashioned novel, one full of texture and detail, in which character and plot are patiently dissected and illuminated so that a larger picture might become apparent. In its ambition and commitment, The Delivery Room stands out as one of the most striking and pleasing novels so far this yearтАЩ TLS
тАШBoth intensely intelligent and highly readableтАЩ The Times