Will There Ever Be Another You
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- ¥2,400
発行者による作品情報
'I'm always happy to go into her zany vortex' Lorde
'This was my most anticipated book of the year, and it did not disappoint!' R. F. Kuang, author of Katabasis and Yellowface
**A BOOK OF THE YEAR FOR THE OBSERVER, GQ AND ANOTHER MAGAZINE**
THE NEW NOVEL FROM THE AUTHOR OF NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT THIS, WINNER OF THE DYLAN THOMAS PRIZE AND THE ONLY BOOK SHORTLISTED FOR BOTH THE 2021 BOOKER PRIZE AND WOMEN'S PRIZE FOR FICTION
The world might be in disarray, but for one young woman, the very weave of herself seems to have loosened. Time and memories pass straight through her body, she's afraid of her own floorboards, and the lyrics of 'What Is Love' play over and over in her ears. 'I'm sorry not to respond to your email,' she writes, 'but I live completely in the present now.'
Tearing through the slippery terrains of fiction and reality, the possibility for human connection seems to beckon from the other side – and with it, the chance for a blinding re-emergence into the world.
From one of our most original, inventive and prodigiously funny writers, Will There Ever Be Another You is a phosphorescent, wild and profound investigation into what keeps us alive in unprecedented times.
Praise for Patricia Lockwood and No One Is Talking About This
'Patricia Lockwood is the voice of a generation' Namita Gokhale
'I really admire and love this book' Sally Rooney
'I can't remember the last time I laughed so much reading a book' David Sedaris
'A rare wonder . . . I was left in bits' Douglas Stuart
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Lockwood (No One Is Talking About This) portrays the lingering effects of Covid-19 on a successful author's body and mind in this scintillating narrative. After contracting the illness, the unnamed narrator suffers for many months from an array of debilitating neurological symptoms, including short-term memory loss. In an effort to regain her sense of self and return to writing, she attempts "to rewire my brain with mushrooms," but succeeds "mainly in becoming temporarily psychic and reading Anna Karenina so hard I almost died." Vignettes about life during the pandemic touch on the narrator's family, her marriage, and the workaday realities of her profession—interviews, TV adaptations, and conferences where she feels out of place ("If all else failed," she tells herself, "I could say things about Virginia Woolf's heart problems"). Just as she seems to be recovering, her husband falls sick and must undergo several critical surgeries, reversing the roles of caregiver and patient. The narration oscillates between first and third person: "Some mornings she seemed true, and then she was I; some mornings she seemed false, and then she was she." What remains consistent is Lockwood's lyricism, as she renders her protagonist's attempt to form meaning from a profoundly difficult ordeal: "The soul is a floor. It is there to bear us up and keep us standing, not merely to be clean." The author's fans will find her trademark humor, originality, and depth on full display. This is a knockout.
