The Tree of Heaven

One of the most heart-breaking of all World War I novels, this family epic was written in the midst of the War itself, and shows the intense emotion generated in ordinary lives by that tragedy. May Sinclair astonishingly weaves multiple themes into her narrative, seamlessly drawing from the great movements of her day: suffrage, sexual liberation, artistic revolt, war, and pacifism. Her most powerful metaphor throughout the novel is that of the Vortex: the dangerously irresistible force of human masses, how to resist it and (much more difficult) how to participate in it without losing one’s individual autonomy.


By : May Sinclair (1863 - 1946)

01 - Part I (Peace): Chapter 01



02 - Part I (Peace): Chapter 02



03 - Part I (Peace): Chapter 03



04 - Part I (Peace): Chapter 04



05 - Part I (Peace): Chapter 05



06 - Part I (Peace): Chapter 06



07 - Part I (Peace): Chapter 07



08 - Part I (Peace): Chapter 08



09 - Part I (Peace): Chapter 09



10 - Part I (Peace): Chapter 10



11 - Part II (The Vortex): Chapter 11



12 - Part II (The Vortex): Chapter 12



13 - Part II (The Vortex): Chapter 13



14 - Part II (The Vortex): Chapter 14



15 - Part II (The Vortex): Chapter 15



16 - Part II (The Vortex): Chapter 16



17 - Part II (The Vortex): Chapter 17



18 - Part III (Victory): Chapter 18



19 - Part III (Victory): Chapter 19



20 - Part III (Victory): Chapter 20



21 - Part III (Victory): Chapter 21



22 - Part III (Victory): Chapter 22



23 - Part III (Victory): Chapter 23



24 - Part III (Victory): Chapter 24



25 - Part III (Victory): Chapter 25


Frances Harrison was sitting out in the garden under the tree that her husband called an ash-tree, and that the people down in her part of the country called a tree of Heaven.

It was warm under the tree, and Frances might have gone to sleep there and wasted an hour out of the afternoon, if it hadn't been for the children.

Dorothy, Michael and Nicholas were going to a party, and Nicky was excited. She could hear Old Nanna talking to Michael and telling him to be a good boy. She could hear young Mary-Nanna singing to Baby John. Baby John was too young himself to go to parties; so to make up for that he was riding furiously on Mary-Nanna's knee to the tune of the "Bumpetty-Bumpetty Major!"

It was Nicky's first party. That was why he was excited.

He had asked her for the third time what it would be like; and for the third time she had told him. There would be dancing and a Magic Lantern, and a Funny Man, and a Big White Cake covered with sugar icing and Rosalind's name on it in pink sugar letters and eight little pink wax candles burning on the top for Rosalind's birthday. Nicky's eyes shone as she told him.

Dorothy, who was nine years old, laughed at Nicky.

"Look at Nicky," she said, "how excited he is!"

And every time she laughed at him his mother kissed him.

"I don't care," said Nicky. "I don't care if I am becited!"

And for the fifth time he asked, "When will it be time to go?"

"Not for another hour and a half, my sweetheart."

"How long," said Nicky, "is an hour and a half?"..

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