Set in Paris, an offbeat and sweet novel about family, loss and recovery, and the magic of memory.

When Mira takes a trip to Paris with her nephew, Bernard, she expects to ride bicycles through the picturesque streets and admire the parks and courtyards. But the trip takes a different turn when the two travellers try to rescue an injured pigeon from the sidewalk, and their journey becomes one of addressing the losses that define their lives.

Mira is recently divorced and facing a childless (or is it child-free?) future; Bernard has lost his first love and is grappling with his responsibility in the relationship’s demise. Both are living in the shadows of war, immigration, and family disconnection as they prepare to travel on to Croatia, the country Mira left behind during the Yugoslav Wars.

But for now: Paris. Mira and Bernard move through a city that feels both familiar and strange — this is not merely the Paris of postcards, but a Paris of dubious one-star hotels and immigrants and labourers and taxi drivers and Eiffel Tower trinket vendors. And yet it’s still a city that possesses an undeniable magic, where one might glimpse intriguing strangers or stumble upon past lovers.

Thoughtful and witty, The Harvesters is infused with subtle beauty and the magic of memory.