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‘Disturbingly dark, explosively violent, powerfully erotic and brilliantly written' Sunday Times
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* A GUARDIAN BOOK OF THE YEAR *
* A TELEGRAPH BOOK OF THE YEAR *
* AN IRISH TIMES BOOK OF THE YEAR *
'Imagine Gone Girl had it been co-written by Mary Gaitskill and Lydia Davis and you're heading in the right direction' Olivia Sudjic, Guardian
'Not a word is wasted in this examination of one woman's sexual odyssey as Moore builds to a shattering climax.' Sarah Hughes, the i
'A true original ... Disturbingly dark, explosively violent, powerfully erotic and brilliantly written.' Sunday Times
'An uncompromising excavation of the darker reaches of female desire ... one of the most devastating things I have ever read' Irish Times
'A timely rebuke to the antiseptic quality of much of today's crime fiction' Telegraph
'Electrifying. Essential reading' Olivia Laing
'Taut and filthy and beautifully written' Evie Wyld
'Deep red and as hot as hell' Preti Taneja
'Compelling, shocking, hot, scary' Kristen Roupenian
'Horrific, the sexiest book ever, devastatingly true' Daisy Johnson
'Extraordinary' Lucie Whitehouse
'One of my favourite books' Megan Hunter
Living alone in New York, Frannie teaches creative writing to a motley bunch of students, and secretly compiles a dictionary of street slang: virginia, n., vagina; snapper, n., vagina; brasole, n., vagina.
One evening at a bar, she stumbles upon a man, his face in shadow, a tattoon on his wrist, a woman kneeling between his legs. A week later a detective shows up at her door. The woman's body has been discovered in the park across the street.
Soon Frannie is propelled into a sexual liaison that tests the limits of her safety and desires, as she begins a terrifying descent into the dark places that reside deep within her.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Several stunning shocks await Moore's longtime readers in her fourth novel. First, there is the change of genre and locale. Her previous books (My Old Sweetheart; The Whiteness of Bones) have been lush, sensitive explorations of coming of age in a dysfunctional family in Hawaii, in an atmosphere permeated by island spirits and traditions. Here, Moore has honed her prose with knife-like precision to construct an edgy, intense, erotic thriller set in bohemian Manhattan. Her protagonist and narrator, Franny, is a divorced NYU professor deliberately closed off from emotional entanglements. She teaches a class for ghetto youth, meanwhile pursuing her obsession with language; she is writing a book recording the street vernacular and the black lingo of New York's seedier neighborhoods. Though on the surface her life seems circumscribed, she is a woman who takes risks, especially sexual risks. One night, she observes a man with a tattoo on his wrist in an act of sexual congress; though she does not see his face, she remembers the red-haired woman who had performed fellatio when she becomes a murder victim. Questioned as a possible witness by homicide detectives James Mallory and his partner Richard Rodriguez, she enjoys the frisson of danger when she takes Mallory as a lover, in spite of the fact that his wrist bears the same tattoo as that of the probable killer. The predatory, slightly corrupt Mallory is a coolly skillful lover, forcing Franny to push beyond sexual barriers into areas she has never explored. But in testing those erotic boundaries, she puts herself in mortal danger. Moore's control of her material is impressive: as she sweeps toward a knockout ending, she employs the gritty vernacular, red-herring clues and cold-blooded brutality of a bona-fide thriller without sacrificing the integrity of her narrative. The question is: will readers be disturbed--and perhaps repelled by--explicit descriptions of sexual acts, scatological language and gruesome violence? 100,000 first printing.
