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Ottessa Moshfegh

    1 de mayo de 1981

    Ottessa Moshfegh profundiza en el atractivo de la incomodidad y la repulsión, con su prosa explorando los rincones más oscuros de la psique humana. Su estilo distintivo a menudo lanza una mirada impávida a nuestros mundos interiores, exponiendo deseos peculiares y aislamiento. A través de sus personajes, Moshfegh crea retratos de alienación y la búsqueda de significado en una existencia caótica. Su enfoque literario desafía a los lectores a confrontar verdades perturbadoras sobre sí mismos y la sociedad.

    Ottessa Moshfegh
    McGlue
    Lapvona
    My Year of Rest and Relaxation
    Homesick for Another World
    Mi nombre era Eileen
    Mi Año de Descanso Y Relajación / My Year of Rest and Relaxation
    • En Mi año de descanso y relajación, Ottessa Moshfegh hace de Manhattan el epicentro de una civilización, la del año 2000, dominada por la apatía. Como una oscura bella durmiente, la narradora de esta novela decide encerrarse durante un año en su piso de una de las zonas más exclusivas de Nueva York, asistida por una herencia ingente y por una gran cantidad de fármacos, para dedicarse a dormir y ver películas de Whoopi Goldberg y Harrison Ford. El inicio de un siglo supuestamente trepidante encuentra a nuestra protagonista durmiendo en el sofá con la tele encendida. Con mucho cinismo, series, películas comerciales y narcóticos, y a costa de cortar todo vínculo humano, cualquiera puede sobrellevar esta vida. Ahora bien, Èlo que queremos es sobrellevarla?

      Mi Año de Descanso Y Relajación / My Year of Rest and Relaxation
    • Mi nombre era Eileen

      • 280 páginas
      • 10 horas de lectura
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      La Navidad ofrece muy poco a Eileen Dunlop, una chica modesta y perturbada atrapada entre su papel de cuidadora de un padre alcohl̤ico y su empleo administrativo en Moorehead, un correccional de menores cargado de horrores cotidianos. Eileen templa sus tristes da̕s con fantasa̕s perversas y sueą con huir a una gran ciudad. Mientras tanto, llena sus noches con pequeǫs hurtos en la tienda local, espiando a Randy, un ingenuo y musculoso guardia del reformatorio, y limpiando los desastres que su padre deja en casa. Cuando la brillante, guapa y alegre Rebecca Saint John hace su aparicin̤ como nueva directora educativa de Moorehead, Eileen es incapaz de resistirse a esa milagrosa e incipiente amistad. Pero en un giro digno de Hitchcock, el cariǫ de Eileen por Rebecca la convierte en cm̤plice de un crimen

      Mi nombre era Eileen
    • Homesick for Another World

      • 304 páginas
      • 11 horas de lectura
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      There's something eerily unsettling about Ottessa Moshfegh's stories, something almost dangerous while also being delightful - and often even weirdly hilarious. Her characters are all unsteady on their feet; all yearning for connection and betterment, in very different ways, but each of them seems destined to be tripped up by their own baser impulses. What makes these stories so moving is the emotional balance that Moshfegh achieves - the way she exposes the limitless range of self-deception that human beings can employ while, at the same time, infusing the grotesque and outrageous with tenderness and compassion. The flesh is weak; the timber is crooked; people are cruel to each other, and stupid, and hurtful, but beauty comes from strange sources, and the dark energy surging through these stories is oddly and powerfully invigorating. One of the most gifted and exciting young writers in America, she shows us uncomfortable things, and makes us look at them forensically - until we find, suddenly, that we are really looking at ourselves.

      Homesick for Another World
    • My Year of Rest and Relaxation

      • 304 páginas
      • 11 horas de lectura
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      FROM THE MAN BOOKER-SHORTLISTED AUTHOR OF EILEEN THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER 'Savage, funny, frequently on the verge of teetering into lunacy... My Year of Rest and Relaxationis a non-negotiable in your holiday carry-on this summer' Vogue It's the year 2000 in a city aglitter with wealth and possibility; what could be so terribly wrong? Our narrator has many of the advantages of life- Young, thin, pretty, a recent Columbia graduate, she lives in an apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan paid for, like everything else, by her inheritance. But there is a vacuum at the heart of things, and it isn't just the loss of her parents in college, or the way her Wall Street boyfriend treats her, or her sadomasochistic relationship with her alleged best friend. Blackly funny, both merciless and compassionate - dangling its legs over the ledge of 9/11 - My Year of Rest and Relaxationis a showcase for the gifts of one of America's major young writers.

      My Year of Rest and Relaxation
    • Welcome to Lapvona. In a village in a medieval fiefdom buffeted by natural disasters, a motherless shepherd boy finds himself at the centre of a power struggle that puts all manner of faith to a savage test . . . Discover the Sunday Times bestselling novel from the author of TikTok sensation My Year of Rest and Relaxation. 'One of the most provocative reads of the year' i NEWSPAPER 'Disturbingly funny' OBSERVER, BOOKS OF THE YEAR 'An addictive read . . . with a chequered cast of misfits, despots and unholy souls' THE FACE 'One of America's most exciting - and most provocative - young novelists' FINANCIAL TIMES 'Lapvona deserves all the hype it's received and more' i-D 'Brace yourselves' STYLIST

      Lapvona
    • McGlue

      • 160 páginas
      • 6 horas de lectura
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      The debut novella from one of contemporary fiction's most exciting young voices, now in a new edition. Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue is in the hold, still too drunk to be sure of name or situation or orientation--he may have killed a man. That man may have been his best friend. Intolerable memory accompanies sobriety. A-sail on the high seas of literary tradition, Ottessa Moshfegh gives us a nasty heartless blackguard on a knife-sharp voyage through the fogs of recollection. They said I've done something wrong? . . . And they've just left me down here to starve. They'll see this inanition and be so damned they'll fall to my feet and pass up hot cross buns slathered in fresh butter and beg I forgive them. All of them . . . : the entire world one by one. Like a good priest I'll pat their heads and nod. I'll dunk my skull into a barrel of gin.

      McGlue
    • While on her daily walk with her dog in the woods near her home, Vesta comes across a chilling handwritten note. Her name was Magda. Nobody will ever know who killed her. It wasn't me. Here is her dead body. Shaky even on her best days, Vesta is also alone, and new to the area, having moved here after the death of her husband. Her brooding about the note grows quickly into a full-blown obsession- who was Magda and how did she meet her fate?

      Death in Her Hands