The Island of Missing Trees feels like a strange title until you realise how hard Elif Shafak makes trees work in her latest novel, an epic tale about love, grief and memory set in Cyprus and London between 1974 and the ‘late 2010s’.
One tree, a fig or ficus carica, narrates half the story, tipping Shafak’s 12th novel into myth territory.

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