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Sto caricando le informazioni... Death in Her Hands: A Novel (originale 2020; edizione 2020)di Ottessa Moshfegh (Autore)
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Iscriviti per consentire a LibraryThing di scoprire se ti piacerà questo libro. Attualmente non vi sono conversazioni su questo libro. Moshfegh wrote this before writing and publishing [b:My Year of Rest and Relaxation|44279110|My Year of Rest and Relaxation|Ottessa Moshfegh|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1597676656l/44279110._SY75_.jpg|55508660] and then put it away, so it is not an advance from that novel but rather, as she has said, an earlier exercise undertaken to deal with her loneliness, from a time even before [b:Eileen|23453099|Eileen|Ottessa Moshfegh|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1479545528l/23453099._SX50_.jpg|43014905] had thrust her into the spotlight. Which makes it a bit of a curiosity now, while we still wait to see what she's going to write next. It opens like a thriller, but quickly becomes more typically Moshfeghian. Vesta Gul is dealing with loneliness after being widowed and moving to a remote cabin in the woods, and rather than contacting the police after picking up what appears to be evidence of a murder, prints out a character writing outline from the internet and imaginatively creates characters and scenarios with its help, rather as one imagines Moshfegh doing, so all rather meta. As per course with Moshfegh, there is a heaping of misanthropy and disgust with bodies, You could imagine the deaths of these dull heifers roaming the Save-Rite, these sad mothers with nothing to do but eat and fold laundry with tiny, stubby fingers sticking out of their huge bloated hands. Their lives must feel like such ineffectual blither blather. Did they even think things to themselves? Why did they look so idiotic, like domesticated animals, chewing their cud until the slaughter, half asleep?but mostly its following the course of a mind losing touch with reality. We also get backstory on the narrator's marriage and come to appreciate the effect her emotionally abusive husband had on her life, which, along with her affection for her dog Charlie, work to make her a more sympathetic character. As readers we pick up pretty quickly that Vesta's mind is going off into the woods itself, and by the final tense scene, a fine metaphor for allowing a dangerous predator into your life under the illusion that he's a loving companion, it's clear she's off her rocker entirely. It's a good conclusion to what is a meandering lesser Moshfegh. There is one passage near the end of the book I'd be curious to know what emotion Moshfegh wrote it with; beginning in her typical style and mood, it veers off into most untypical hopefulness, and sentimentality. Surely she wrote it ironically? As in, you'd have to be insane to look at the universe this way? Probably. I'd been so pretty once. And now I was ruined, an old lady with a mouth full of dirt. Enraged, I flipped myself over and looked up at the sky, catching my breath and then losing it again at the audacity of all those stars glittering above me, blinking and shimmering without shame. Wow. I don't even know what to say. This story was different than anything else I've ever read. Very original and creative, but also depressing, nightmarish, and at times poignant. Beautifully written and also hauntingly urgent. I was compelled to keep turning pages because I was as obsessed as the main character was with figuring out the mystery. I surely won't forget this character. nessuna recensione | aggiungi una recensione
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Un ́anziana signora, rimasta da poco vedova, va a vivere in una casa isolata in mezzo al bosco. Una mattina, mentre porta a passeggio il cane, si imbatte in un bigliettino scritto a mano, che spicca sulla terra in una cornice di sassi disposti accuratamente. ́Si chiamava Magda. Nessuno scoprir© chi l ́ha uccisa. Non l ́ho uccisa io. Qui c ́©· il suo cadavere. ́ La protagonista rimane profondamente scossa dall ́episodio e non sa cosa pensare. Si ©· appena trasferita e conosce poche persone. Nella sua mente prima affiorano e poi si affollano, con crescente insistenza, varie congetture su chi sia questa Magda e su come sia andata incontro al suo tragico destino. Quando le sue supposizioni iniziano a trovare eco nel mondo reale, la curiosit© si trasforma in paura e il mistero della nota si fa oscuro e minaccioso. Contemporaneamente, a mano a mano che seguiamo le sue investigazioni, cresce anche una sottile dissonanza, la sensazione che la nostra narratrice abbia perso il contatto con la realt© . E mentre le tornano in mente con prepotenza i ricordi della sua vita passata e del marito, ci troviamo ad affrontare la possibilit© che, per capire Magda e la sua storia, ci sia una spiegazione pi©£ innocente, oppure una molto pi©£ sinistra, e che colpisca pi©£ vicino a casa. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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