Pola Oloixarac

Mona (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

'Devil-may-care daring and biting humour . . . Think Rachel Cusk's autofiction on skunk and OxyContin and you're in the right ballpark' The Times

'Enjoyably mischievous and daring' Financial Times

'Ruthless, very funny' New York Times

Mona is a Peruvian writer based on a Californian campus, open-eyed and sardonic, a connoisseur of marijuana and prescription pills. In the humanities she has discovered she is something of an anthropological curiosity - a female writer of colour treasured for the flourish of rarefied diversity that reflects so well upon her department.

When she is nominated for 'the most important literary award in Europe', Mona sees a chance to escape her sunlit substance abuse and erotic distraction, and leaves for a small village in Sweden. Now she is stuck in the company of her competitors, who arrive from Japan, France, Armenia, Iran and Colombia. The writers do what writers do: exchange flattery, nurse envy and private resentments, stab rivals in the back and go to bed together.

But all the while, Mona keeps stumbling across traces of violence on her body, the origins of which she can't - or won't - remember.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Profile
• Erscheinungstermin: 3. Februar 2022
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781782839545
• Artikelnr.: 61848743

Autorenporträt

Pola Oloixarac was born in Buenos Aires. She is one of Granta's Best of Young Spanish-language Novelists. She was awarded the 2021 Eccles Centre & Hay Festival Writer's Award and is an Eccles fellow at the British Library. Oloixarac is a regular contributor to The New York Times, El País and La Nación, and her fiction has appeared in Granta, n+1, the White Review and Freeman's. She lives in Barcelona.

Rezensionen

Both a wicked satire of the literary élite and an exploration of art and violence . . . The novel is the kind that Mona imagines writing: 'terrifying, brilliant, and dangerous.' The New Yorker