Verlag | Gallic Books |
Auflage | 2021 |
Seiten | 176 |
Format | 13,0 x 1,2 x 20,0 cm |
Gewicht | 139 g |
Artikeltyp | Englisches Buch |
EAN | 9781913547233 |
Bestell-Nr | 91354723UA |
'Haunting. Geppetto's voice, full of wistful overemphases and bewildered revelation, is absorbing as he takes in the oddity of his situation. And the book, sentence by sentence, offers much in which to luxuriate.' - Sunday Times
'Profound and delightful. It is a strange and tender parable of two maddening obsessions; parenting and art-making' - Max Porter
'Strange, moving and musical, it's a delight' - A. L. Kennedy
'A re-imagining of Pinocchio, told from the viewpoint of the beast-entrapped Geppetto, it surprise and delights, and saddens and gladdens, from start to finish.' - Jane Graham
I am writing this account, in another man's book, by candlelight, inside the belly of a fish. I have been eaten. I have been eaten, yet I am living still.
'Art objects live in the belly of this marvellous novel, images swallowed by text, sustained by a sublime and loving imagination. Like all Edward Carey's work The Swallowed Man is profound and delig htful. It is a strange and tender parable of two maddening obsessions; parenting and art-making' Max Porter
'Strange and lovely' Rhik Samadder
'A beautiful and dark meditation on fatherhood, mercy, redemption and the alchemy of isolation. Strange, moving and musical, it's a delight' A. L. Kennedy
From the acclaimed author of Little comes this beautiful and haunting imagining of the years Geppetto spends within the belly of a sea beast.
Drawing upon the Pinocchio story while creating something entirely his own, Carey tells an unforgettable tale of fatherly love and loss, pride and regret, and of the sustaining power of art and imagination.
Leseprobe:
"Art objects live in the belly of this marvellous novel, images swallowed by text, sustained by a sublime and loving imagination. Like all Edward Carey's work The Swallowed Man is profound and delightful. It is a strange and tender parable of two maddening obsessions; parenting and art-making." Max Porter author of Grief is the Thing with Feathers
I am writing this account, in another man's book, by candlelight, inside the belly of a fish. I have been eaten.
It is a shark that has eaten me, or a relative of that species. It is no small basking shark that has thus contained me. Not a cat fish with grand opinions of himself. No, no, not for me the sprats of the ocean. No, no, I have been taken by a colossus, perhaps the largest of its kind that ever there was. A legend in fishflesh. The last surviving megaladon, of prehistoric vintage...