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Sto caricando le informazioni... Peach (2018)di Emma Glass
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Iscriviti per consentire a LibraryThing di scoprire se ti piacerà questo libro. Attualmente non vi sono conversazioni su questo libro. A nice idea which would have needed a magnificent writer (which Glass unfortunately still isn't) to turn into a great book and not just an exercise in naïveté (the fact that the exercise is very shorts adds value to the book, this has to be admitted). ( ) Graphic and at times disgusting. Really makes your stomach churn. Peach is more of a 96 page poem opposed to a novel; short, choppy sentences that keep you hooked on the story. The imagery stuck with me, I finished this book nearly a week ago and I’m still thinking about the smell of the rotting pink meat (ew). Reading this book reminds me of the first time I tried using Braille, and I have no visual impairment: to me, reading the bumps with my fingers made me feel as though there was (naturally) something behind it, a veil that subsumed a world of depth. This is Emma Glass's first book, and it doesn't feel like it. The language reminds me somehow of reading José Saramago, where it kind of unfurls, yet I don't have to construe it; it's stream-of-consciousness while not being too obvious, even though this is a moralistic tale. Language is all, and for a first-time writer, I think it's very safe to say that writing a book like this is throwing yourself into the unknown even more than otherwise. Here's a paragraph for ya: Against the black of my eyelids I see nothing but shadows swimming towards me, swimming away. The slit splits further across my belly. I feel the flesh fall. I fall with it. My legs are eroding. Suddenly I am flushed with fear. I can’t cry, my face is melting. My lips open, my eyes won’t open. The blessing will be that I can’t see the bottom. What have I learned who have I hurt is this it. Nothing but flesh. Was this all for nothing other than the craving of fresh flesh. Senseless flesh. I am nothing but solid stone, alone, sinking, how can I still think when my face is all gone. What will they find at the bottom, will they know I was here because I carved you into my heart and I think this heavy rock, this stone, this seed will still have the shape of you inside, look closely at the cracks, slide into the crevices, you will see. I can’t I can’t I won’t grow in this stagnant pond, this soiled water, this stinking pit, this is it, I can’t I won’t grow, I can’t hold I can’t hold I feel I am close I feel the scratch and scrape the stone on the ceramic tiles the stone the stone the stone on stone, I can’t grow I won’t hold I can’t hold. I can’t grow. I can’t hold any soul. In this pit I will sit. In this pit I will sit. In this. In this. Pit. Throughout the book, I got the feeling that threat looms in the background, but really it's in the foreground, due to the nature of Glass's language, much like seeing waves crashing without sound in the middle of the night: you know it's there, but it's not entirely evident. I shan't spoil any surprises, but there's more to the book than what I've written of here. nessuna recensione | aggiungi una recensione
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Something has happened to Peach. Staggering around the town streets in the aftermath of an assault, Peach feels a trickle of blood down her legs, a lingering smell of her anonymous attacker on her skin. It hurts to walk, but she manages to make her way to her home, where she stumbles into another oddly nightmarish reality: Her parents can't seem to comprehend that anything has happened to their daughter. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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