Come Closer

Informationen zum Autor Sara Gran Klappentext "A recurrent, unidentifiable noise in her apartment. A memo to her boss that's replaced by obscene insults. Amanda--a successful architect in a happy marriage--finds her life going off kilter by degrees. She starts smoking again, and one night for no reason, without even the knowledge that she's doing it, she burns her husband with a cigarette. At night she dreams of a beautiful woman with pointed teeth on the shore of a blood-red sea. The new voice in Amanda's head, the one that tells her to steal things and talk to strange men in bars, is strange and frightening, and Amanda struggles to wrest back control of her life. A book on demon possession suggests that the figure on the shore could be the demon Naamah, known to scholars of the Kabbalah as the second wife of Adam, who stole into his dreams and tricked him into fathering her child. Whatever the case, as the violence of her erratic behavior increases, Amanda knows that she must act to put her life right, or see it destroyed."-- Leseprobe 1 IN JANUARY I HAD A proposal due to my boss, Leon Fields, on a new project. We were renovating a clothing store in a strip mall outside the city. Nothing tremendous. I finished the proposal on a Friday morning and dropped it on his desk with a cheerful little noteLet me know what you think!while he was in a meeting with a new client in the conference room. Later that morning Leon threw open his office door with a bang. Amanda! he called. Come in here. I rushed to his office. He picked up a handful of papers off his desk and stared at me, his flabby face white with anger. What the hell is this? I don't know. It looked like my proposalsame heading, same format. My hands shook. I couldn't imagine what was wrong. Leon handed me the papers and I read the first line: Leon Fields is a cocksucking faggot. What is this? I asked Leon. He stared at me. You tell me. You just dropped it on my desk. My head spun. What are you talking about? I put the proposal on your desk, not this, the proposal for the new job. I sifted through the papers on his desk for the proposal I had dropped off. What is this, a joke? Amanda, he said. Three people said they saw you go to the printer, print this out, and bring it to my desk. I felt like I had stepped into a bad dream. There was no logic, no reason anymore. Wait, I said to Leon. I ran back to my desk, printed out the proposal, checked it, and brought it back to Leon's office. He had calmed down a little and was sitting in his big leather chair. I handed it to him. This is it. This is exactly what I put on your desk this morning. He looked over the papers and then looked back up at me. Then where did that come from? He looked back at the fake proposal on the desk. How would I know? I said. Let me see it again. I read the second line: Leon Fields eats shit and likes it. Disgusting, I said. I don't know. Someone playing a trick on you, I guess. Someone thinks it's funny. Or playing a trick on you, he said. Someone replaced your proposal with this. I'm sorry, I thought he looked around the office, embarrassed. In the three years I had worked for him I had never heard Leon Fields apologize to anyone, ever. It's okay, I told him. What were you supposed to think? We looked at each other. I'll look over the proposal, he said. I'll get back to you soon. I left his office and went back to my own desk. I hadn't written the fake proposal, but I wished I knew who did. Because it was true; Leon Fields was a cocksucking faggot, and he did eat shit, and I had always suspected that he liked it very much. 2 THAT EVENING I WAS telling my husband, Ed, about the little mystery at work when we heard the tapping for...

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Sara Gran

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"A recurrent, unidentifiable noise in her apartment. A memo to her boss that's replaced by obscene insults. Amanda--a successful architect in a happy marriage--finds her life going off kilter by degrees. She starts smoking again, and one night for no reason, without even the knowledge that she's doing it, she burns her husband with a cigarette. At night she dreams of a beautiful woman with pointed teeth on the shore of a blood-red sea. The new voice in Amanda's head, the one that tells her to steal things and talk to strange men in bars, is strange and frightening, and Amanda struggles to wrest back control of her life. A book on demon possession suggests that the figure on the shore could be the demon Naamah, known to scholars of the Kabbalah as the second wife of Adam, who stole into his dreams and tricked him into fathering her child. Whatever the case, as the violence of her erratic behavior increases, Amanda knows that she must act to put her life right, or see it destroyed."--

Zusammenfassung
**Demonic possession or psychic break? One of Esquire's Top 50 horror novels of all time delves deep into the terrifying consequences of losing control.

"A perfect horror novel."—Paul Tremblay, author of The Cabin at the End of the World**

A recurrent, unidentifiable noise in her apartment. A memo to her boss that's replaced by obscene insults. Amanda—a successful architect in a happy marriage—finds her life going off kilter by degrees. She starts smoking again, and one night for no reason, without even the knowledge that she's doing it, she burns her husband with a cigarette. At night she dreams of a beautiful woman with pointed teeth on the shore of a blood-red sea.

The new voice in Amanda's head, the one that tells her to steal things and talk to strange men in bars, is strange and frightening, and Amanda struggles to wrest back control of her life. A book on demon possession suggests that the figure on the shore could be the demon Naamah, known to scholars of the Kabbalah as the second wife of Adam, who stole into his dreams and tricked him into fathering her child. Whatever the case, as the violence of her erratic behavior increases, Amanda knows that she must act to put her life right, or see it destroyed.

This new edition of the cult classic features a brand new post-script by the author and an "Are You Possessed?" questionnaire.