McGlue

Man Booker Shortlisted Ottessa Moshfegh's blistering first novel: 'A wonderwork of virtuoso prose and truths that will make you squirm and concur' Gary Lutz

They said I've done something wrong?... And they've just left me down here to starve. Haven't had a drop in days more so...Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue is in the hold, still too drunk to be sure of his name or situation or orientation - he may have killed a man. That man may have been his best friend. Now, McGlue wants one thing and one thing only: a drink. Because for McGlue, insufferable, terrifying memories accompany sobriety. A-sail on the high seas of literary tradition, Ottessa Moshfegh gives us an unforgettable blackguard on a knife-sharp voyage through the fogs of recollection.

Vorwort
Man Booker Shortlisted Ottessa Moshfegh's blistering first novel: 'A wonderwork of virtuoso prose and truths that will make you squirm and concur' Gary Lutz

Autorentext
Ottessa Moshfegh is a fiction writer from New England and the author of six books. Eileen was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize and the National Book Critics Circle Award and won the PEN/Hemingway Award for debut fiction. My Year of Rest and Relaxation, Death in Her Hands and Lapvona were all New York Times bestsell­ers. She is also the author of the short story collection Homesick for Another World. She lives in Southern California.

Klappentext

Ottessa Moshfegh is a fiction writer from Boston. Her novel Eileen was awarded the 2016 Pen/Hemingway Award and was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize. Her short fiction has earned her the Paris Review Plimpton Prize, a creative writing fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts, a Pushcart Prize, and an O. Henry Award. Her collection Homesick for Another World was published in January 2017. McGlue was her debut novel, and the winner of the Fence Modern Prize for Prose and the Believer Book Award. This is the first time the book is published here in the U.K.

Zusammenfassung
Haven't had a drop in days more so... Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue is in the hold, still too drunk to be sure of his name or situation or orientation he may have killed a man.