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McGlue
- A Novella
- Gesprochen von: Chris Andrew Ciulla
- Spieldauer: 3 Std. und 42 Min.
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Inhaltsangabe
The debut novella from one of contemporary fiction's most exciting young voices, now in a new edition.
Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue is in the hold, still too drunk to be sure of name or situation or orientation - he may have killed a man. That man may have been his best friend. Intolerable memory accompanies sobriety.
A-sail on the high seas of literary tradition, Ottessa Moshfegh gives us a nasty, heartless blackguard on a knife-sharp voyage through the fogs of recollection.
They said I've done something wrong? And they've just left me down here to starve. They'll see this inanition and be so damned they'll fall to my feet and pass up hot cross buns slathered in fresh butter and beg I forgive them. All of them...the entire world one by one. Like a good priest, I'll pat their heads and nod. I'll dunk my skull into a barrel of gin.
Kritikerstimmen
Winner of the inaugural Fence Modern Prize in Prose
Winner of the Believer Book Award
“Reads like the swashbuckled spray of a slit throat—immediate, visceral, frank, unforgiving, violent, and grotesquely beautiful . . . McGlue has the urgency of short fiction married with the grandiosity of an epic at-sea classic.” —Los Angeles Review of Books
“[Moshfegh] is a writer’s writer, and one of the most multitalentednew voices to come along in years. . . . In McGlue, Moshfegh’s facility with voice (here she’s inhabiting that of a nineteenth-century scoundrel) competes with her ability to expose the gritty, mucky corners of the human condition. . . . Her prose is breathtaking, inventive, and electric.” —Bustle
“Moshfegh’s fiction often fetishizes the repellent (vomit, blood, our capacity for callously using each other), but in time McGlue’s tale acquires tenderness of a sort. That’s partly thanks to Moshfegh’s lyricism. . . . A potent, peculiar, and hallucinatory anti-romance.” —Kirkus Reviews"
