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Flanders, 1915.
David Verbocht, sentenced to death as a deserter, stands before the firing squad and looks back on his short life. As a young man, David was sent away by his parents, after a tragic accident in the family, to become a school teacher in a remote village. There he develops a special bond with a sensitive young student, along with feelings for the boy’s mother. When fate strikes again, the history of loss and guilt seems to repeat itself.
‘A tale of forbidden love set in WWI Flanders’ - The Guardian
‘For a relatively young writer, Vantoortelboom strikes a powerfully emotive chord’ - Irish Examiner
‘A book that leaves a deep impression. From the first page on, it has you in its grip.’ - Book of the Month, DWDD Booksellers Panel
‘His Name is David crawls deep under your skin and nestles there’ - Humo
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Flanders, 1915.
David Verbocht, sentenced to death as a deserter, stands before the firing squad and looks back on his short life. As a young man, David was sent away by his parents, after a tragic accident in the family, to become a school teacher in a remote village. There he develops a special bond with a sensitive young student, along with feelings for the boy’s mother. When fate strikes again, the history of loss and guilt seems to repeat itself.
‘A tale of forbidden love set in WWI Flanders’ - The Guardian
‘For a relatively young writer, Vantoortelboom strikes a powerfully emotive chord’ - Irish Examiner
‘A book that leaves a deep impression. From the first page on, it has you in its grip.’ - Book of the Month, DWDD Booksellers Panel
‘His Name is David crawls deep under your skin and nestles there’ - Humo