Nymph
A Novel
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4.0 • 2 Ratings
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- $12.99
Publisher Description
Call Me By Your Name meets Elena Ferrante in this debut coming-of-age novel about a young girl who spends summers working at her family’s timeworn Italian agriturismo, the tragedy that rends her life into “before” and “after,” and her romance with an American girl, which has unexpected consequences
To ten-year-old Leo, life is a collection. She spends her mornings tidying the rooms of her Nonna Tina’s timeworn Italian agriturismo, carefully accumulating the curious bits of left-behind detritus from guests—a pearl earring, a lock of hair. Her nights are suffused with gathering the stories that flow from her father’s lips—liquor-spun tales of Odysseus and the Trojans in secret battle. But when an accident rips the gentle membrane of Leo’s childhood, she is left vulnerable to the pains and pleasures of growing up.
Years later, in a sultry summer not unlike the many that came before, the agriturismo is the only thing that remains the same. Nonna Tina has grown older, Leo’s brother Max is intractable and mercurial, and the curiosity Leo so loved to feed as a child has turned into something more confusing. When she meets Dolores, an American girl made brilliant by Leo’s perception of her, she can’t help but gather all the experiences first love promises, while shedding parts of the past she no longer fits into.
Embroidering the atmospheric yearning of Call Me By Your Name with the precise, elevated prose of Elena Ferrante, Sofia Montrone’s jaw-dropping debut revels in the exuberant highs and awkward lows of girlhood and captures the universal experiences of trying to hold on to what is elusive, to deny what cannot be faced, and to say what cannot be said.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Montrone's beautiful debut chronicles a contemporary American girl's coming-of-age over the course of two consequential summers at her maternal grandmother's agriturismo in Italy. Ten-year-old Leonora, who goes by Leo, spends long days in the pool, but is happiest when her father, a gregarious and volatile Brooklyn-born humanities professor, regales her with his versions of Homer's epics. After her grandmother puts her to work cleaning guests' rooms, she develops a habit of pocketing jewelry and other items, and she likens herself to Odysseus "dripping in the spoils of her clever intrusions." Trouble lies beneath the surface of the lush setting and Leo's childhood wonder, as Montrone hints when Leo's father drunkenly smashes a glass, cutting himself. The novel's flawless first part ends with a tragic turn. The second and final part finds Leo, now 18, back cleaning rooms and falling in love with new coworker Dolores, an American woman about her age. There's little tension beyond Leo and Dolores's will-they-or-won't-they, but Montrone vividly harnesses the ache of first love and the youthful yearning for self-understanding, which, for the poetic-minded Leo, is as much tied to death and fate as it is to sexual desire. This will stay with readers.