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Sto caricando le informazioni... The Houseguest: And Other Stories (edizione 2018)di Amparo Dávila (Autore), Matthew Gleeson (Traduttore), Audrey Harris (Traduttore)
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Iscriviti per consentire a LibraryThing di scoprire se ti piacerà questo libro. Attualmente non vi sono conversazioni su questo libro. Davila borrows an element of style from Shirley Jackson in that the horror in her stories is relatable and familiar, like it could happen in your own life. However, where Davila departs is that unlike Jackson's mundane, human horror, Davila draws the reader toward something truly horrifying and incomprehensible, but never opens the door quite wide enough to see inside. It's this veiled nature of what it is we're supposed to be terrified of that makes it all the more effective. ( ) Everything I had read led me to eagerly anticipate Dávila’s “expertly crafted” stories: she “follows her characters to the limits of desire, paranoia, insomnia, and fear. She is a writer obsessed with obsession, who makes nightmares come to life through the everyday.” Well…yes and no. Those are her themes, yes. But her writing left a lot to be desired, at least for me. I usually find that story collections include a few really good ones, some that leave me cold, and what I make of the rest usually helps me decide what I think overall. Here, pretty much everything in the collection left me unimpressed. I’m not usually a fan of horror (or horror-like) stories, but really well-done writing rises above genre and still impresses me. Sadly, virtually every story in this collection was both ominous and unsatisfying—not a good combination. Not a single story was or explained or worse, explainable. Nearly every story had an open ending, and often the endings weren’t even remotely satisfying, explanatory, or sensible. The reader was given no clues, no hints, nothing to work with, and worst of all, no logic. At the end of most stories, I simply scratched my head, confused and frustrated. I got the distinct sense that she was writing merely to create mood—which she does well—but that she had little interest in or use for plot. She just ended things when she was done with her mood. Few, if any, “conclusions” either concluded anything or explained anything, and too many didn’t even make sense. Not recommended. Idk if this makes sense, but it felt like I was reading a book. It wasn’t immersive at all and I didn’t connect with any of the characters or stories. I liked a couple of the stories but the rest just felt like the writing/plot was trying to be stylistic the way Kafka is but ended up being awkwardly domestic with an anticlimactic twist. There are some horror stories here, but more of psychological terror, as anxious people struggle, and fail, to overcome their fears and insecurities, all through a distorting, fantastical lens. Awful animals inhabit several stories: malign cats, tortured snails and intimidating toads. Obviously, the humans are worse. There's an intriguing ambiguity, too, about whether the uncanny is happening or is a psychotic misapprehension. There's a feminist strand in the depiction of women limited and abused by a casually misogynistic society, though the men definitely don't get it all their own way. There are, I think, subliminal themes including the duality of the domestic abuser, presenting a respectable face to the outside world, and a monstrous one in the home. And is that threatening, charismatic presence in another story a vampire, a demon, or an incestuous relative, perhaps the never-mentioned father? There's a story which now could perhaps feel ablist, while also illustrating the historical, and sadly all too contemporary, prejudice towards neuro-divergent people. Dávila's stories are unsettlingly wonderful, and I hesitantly wonder what experiences she might have had to draw from. I wish more of her work was available in translation. nessuna recensione | aggiungi una recensione
With acute psychological insight, Dvila follows her characters to the limits of desire, paranoia, insomnia, and fear. She is a writer obsessed with obsession, who makes nightmares come to life through the everyday: loneliness sinks in easily like a razor-sharp knife, some sort of evil lurks in every shadow, delusion takes the form of strange and very real creatures. After reading The Houseguest--Dvila's debut collection in English--you'll wonder how this secret was kept for so long. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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