The Five Wounds
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- ¥800
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- ¥800
発行者による作品情報
Winner of The Center for Fiction's 2021 First Novel Prize
'A gorgeously written, Franzen-calibre tale' O Magazine
In this vivid, darkly funny and beautifully rendered debut novel, Kirstin Valdez Quade brings to life the struggles of five generations of the Padilla family. Amadeo, struggling to stay off the bottle, Angel, his pregnant fifteen-year-old daughter, Yolanda, the family matriarch, reeling from a recent discovery, Angel's mother, who Angel isn't speaking to and Tío Tive, keeper of the family's history. But amid the challenges they face individually and together, it is Connor, Angel's baby, who might just be the one to save the family from themselves.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
National Book Critics Circle Award winner Quade's penetrating debut novel (expanded from a story in Night at the Fiestas) tells of a man's quest for self-acceptance through the metaphor of the five wounds Jesus suffered during crucifixion. In the blighted New Mexico village of Las Penas, Amadeo Padilla, a heavily tattooed, ambitionless, unemployed alcoholic, has been tapped to play Jesus in the yearly reenactment of the Passion play orchestrated by the "hermandad," or the Hermanos Penitentes, a secretive order of devoted, self-flagellating Catholics. Amadeo, along with his pregnant teenage daughter Angel (who shows up unannounced during "Passion Week") and his silently suffering mother, Yolanda, who was recently diagnosed with stage 4 glioblastoma, complicate Amadeo's path to redemption. Tragedy abounds when Angel is expelled from her hybrid GED-parenting program, Amadeo's alcoholism causes a life-threatening accident, and Yolanda's cancer worsens. Eventually, Amadeo realizes that immediate redemption is overrated, but his devotion to thoughts of Jesus's suffering may just yield hard-fought transcendence. The well-developed characters convey palpable emotion as Amadeo's failures as a father, partner, entrepreneur, and even as Jesus translate into fits of rage and frustration. Quade's rendering of a singular community is pitch perfect.
