Crudo : a novel / Olivia Laing.
Material type:
TextPublisher: New York : W.W. Norton & Company, 2018Copyright date: ©2018Edition: First American editionDescription: 141 pages ; 22 cmContent type: - text
- unmediated
- volume
- 9780393652727
- 0393652726
| Item type | Home library | Collection | Call number | Materials specified | Status | Date due | Barcode | Item holds | |
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Main Library | Fiction | Laing, Olivia | Available | 33111009244050 |
Enhanced descriptions from Syndetics:
A New York Times Notable, Washington Post , NPR , Guardian , and Bustle Best Book of 2018
A brilliant, funny, and emphatically raw novel of love on the brink of the apocalypse, from the acclaimed author of The Lonely City .
"She had no idea what to do with love, she experienced it as invasion, as the prelude to loss and pain, she really didn't have a clue."
Kathy is a writer. Kathy is getting married. It's the summer of 2017 and the whole world is falling apart. Fast-paced and frantic, Crudo unfolds in real time from the full-throttle perspective of a commitment-phobic artist who may or may not be Kathy Acker.
From a Tuscan hotel for the superrich to a Brexit-paralyzed United Kingdom, Kathy spends the first summer of her forties adjusting to the idea of a lifelong commitment. But it's not only Kathy who's changing. Fascism is on the rise, truth is dead, the planet is heating up, and Trump is tweeting the world ever-closer to nuclear war. How do you make art, let alone a life, when one rogue tweet could end it all?
In Crudo , her first work of fiction, Olivia Laing radically rewires the novel with a fierce, compassionate account of learning to love when the end of the world seems near.
Includes bibliographical references (pages 135-141).
Kathy, a writer, is getting married. She spends the first summer of her forties adjusting to the idea of a lifelong commitment. But it's not only Kathy who's changing: it's the summer of 2017 and the whole world is falling apart. Fascism is on the rise, truth is dead, the planet is heating up, and Trump is tweeting the world ever-closer to nuclear war. How do you make art, let alone a life, when one rogue tweet could end it all? -- adapted from jacket