Crying in the Bathroom
A Memoir
(Sprache: Englisch)
Equal parts pee-your-pants hilarity and break your heart poignancy- like the perfect brunch date you never want to end!"--America Ferrera, Emmy award-winning actress in Ugly Betty
From the New York Times bestselling author of I Am Not Your Perfect...
From the New York Times bestselling author of I Am Not Your Perfect...
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Equal parts pee-your-pants hilarity and break your heart poignancy- like the perfect brunch date you never want to end!"--America Ferrera, Emmy award-winning actress in Ugly BettyFrom the New York Times bestselling author of I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, an utterly original memoir-in-essays that is as deeply moving as it is hilarious
Growing up as the daughter of Mexican immigrants in Chicago in the nineties, Erika Sánchez was a self-described pariah, misfit, and disappointment a foul-mouthed, melancholic rabble-rouser who painted her nails black but also loved comedy, often laughing so hard with her friends that she had to leave her school classroom. Twenty-five years later, she s now an award-winning novelist, poet, and essayist, but she s still got an irrepressible laugh, an acerbic wit, and singular powers of perception about the world around her.
In these essays, Sánchez writes about everything from sex to white feminism to debilitating depression, revealing an interior life rich with ideas, self-awareness, and perception. Raunchy, insightful, unapologetic, and brutally honest, Crying in the Bathroom is Sánchez at her best a book that will make you feel that post-confessional high that comes from talking for hours with your best friend.
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The Year My Vagina BrokeOn a crisp fall day during my senior year of college, I called a local feminist clinic in a state of panic and described, in great detail, what was happening to my vagina. I was standing outside one of my classes, hoping no one would hear me chronicle the goings-on of my nether regions. Weeks prior I had begun experiencing an itching and burning sensation, and I very quickly concluded that I had an STD. The woman on the line was patiently reassuring me that it was likely a "garden variety" vaginal infection, but I wasn't convinced. To me, "garden variety" made it sound like what was happening between my legs was fecund and beautiful, when it was most definitely not. "Are you sure?" I asked, pacing, autumn leaves crunching under my feet. "What if it's an STD?"
Just the thought of it filled me with shame and disgust. It didn't matter that I had had sex with only one person, who was a virgin, with a condom, in the past few months. I was convinced I was a diseased degenerate. Even though I considered myself a feminist, and it was 2005, and I knew that sex-even the casual kind-was not inherently evil or immoral, I believed that God or the Universe or perhaps my pious female ancestors from the great beyond were punishing me for putting out. Cochina, I thought to myself.
For the first three years of college, I commuted to campus on the train from my parents' house. It was not at all what I wanted, but I couldn't afford to live in student housing or rent an apartment, not even the dankest of hovels. I hatched all sorts of plans and schemes to gain my independence, but the meager wages I was making from my part-time job at the university registrar weren't enough to keep me from being broke, so I was stuck living with my parents. And they weren't exactly raking it in as factory workers, so there was no possible way I could ask them for money to move out of their perfectly good house. That was some white people shit.
I'd just spent the
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summer leading up to my senior year studying abroad in the city of Oaxaca (on a big, fat student loan), so living at home for my last year of college began to feel absurd. I had wandered across Mexico alone, nursing a broken heart after my boyfriend of two years told me he didn't love me anymore and quickly replaced me with a homely white girl. For weeks, I partied with the rich Mexican friends I'd met while sobbing on the beach one afternoon. I drank so much mezcal that I gave myself pancreatitis and had to be hospitalized. I had lived. Now I'd suddenly be informing my parents of my whereabouts? And at twenty-one? Naw.
So early in the year, I packed my things and moved in with a friend who lived in an apartment across the street from our old high school, about a mile away. My parents were livid. Old-school Mexicans, they considered my leaving home simply because I felt like doing so a violation of my role as daughter. In their eyes, I was both ungrateful and disrespectful, which wasn't entirely untrue, but not because I was moving out. Leaving home at this age, and unmarried, was not something that any women in my family had ever done. It was a stunning and unprecedented affront. But that didn't stop me.
I paid two hundred dollars a month to rent my friend's spare bedroom, and that was half the rent. Her father owned the building, which, I imagine, is why it was so unbelievably cheap. That and the fact that the place was, unfortunately, a dump, with yellowed walls and faded linoleum floors in the kitchen.
I had outrun the roaches of my childhood only to be greeted by them once again-It's nice to see you, Erika. We missed you. The kitchen had a clinical yet sordid quality that suggested pain and desperation. Everyone looked sad and gaunt under its fluorescent light. A friend described it as "a place where people would shoot up heroin or some shit." My bedroom wasn't much of an improvement. For some mysterious reason, there was a
So early in the year, I packed my things and moved in with a friend who lived in an apartment across the street from our old high school, about a mile away. My parents were livid. Old-school Mexicans, they considered my leaving home simply because I felt like doing so a violation of my role as daughter. In their eyes, I was both ungrateful and disrespectful, which wasn't entirely untrue, but not because I was moving out. Leaving home at this age, and unmarried, was not something that any women in my family had ever done. It was a stunning and unprecedented affront. But that didn't stop me.
I paid two hundred dollars a month to rent my friend's spare bedroom, and that was half the rent. Her father owned the building, which, I imagine, is why it was so unbelievably cheap. That and the fact that the place was, unfortunately, a dump, with yellowed walls and faded linoleum floors in the kitchen.
I had outrun the roaches of my childhood only to be greeted by them once again-It's nice to see you, Erika. We missed you. The kitchen had a clinical yet sordid quality that suggested pain and desperation. Everyone looked sad and gaunt under its fluorescent light. A friend described it as "a place where people would shoot up heroin or some shit." My bedroom wasn't much of an improvement. For some mysterious reason, there was a
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Autoren-Porträt von Erika L. Sánchez
Erika L. Sánchez is a Mexican American poet, novelist, and essayist. Her debut poetry collection, Lessons on Expulsion, was a finalist for the PEN America Open Book Award. Her debut young adult novel, I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, was a number one New York Times bestseller and a National Book Awards finalist. It is now being made into a film directed by America Ferrera. Sanchez was a 2017-2019 Princeton Arts Fellow, a 2018 recipient of the 21st Century Award from the Chicago Public Library Foundation, and a 2019 recipient of the National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Erika L. Sánchez
- 2023, 256 Seiten, Maße: 13,4 x 20,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: PENGUIN BOOKS
- ISBN-10: 0593296958
- ISBN-13: 9780593296950
- Erscheinungsdatum: 05.09.2023
Sprache:
Englisch
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Best of BookRiot Best of San Francisco Chronicle Best of WGN Best of NBC News Best of HipLatina CHICAGO REVIEW OF BOOKS AWARD WINNER 2022
Nominated for a CATALYST Award for Best Memoir of 2023
"A wry memoir-in-essays spanning from her rebellious teenage years in Chicago to her adult struggles with mental health this book proves that delicacy and strength are no opposites. New York Times Book Review s Paperback Row
Sánchez is a raw, unapologetic, and acerbic writer, who leans into difficult topics [like] abortion [her] writing evokes vivid images. It s also humorous, contemplative and so conversational that it feels like she s telling the story of her life over a cup of coffee. The Washington Post
"Raunchy and original and authentic and hilarious and heartbreaking." Harlan Coben, on NBC's Today Show
"Quippy, earnest... these plainly told personal truths are as absorbing as a deep and wide-ranging conversation with a trusted friend... [Crying in the Bathroom] proves that delicacy and strength are no opposites. It is easy to imagine a vulnerable reader gobbling up Sánchez honesty and her reassurances that sorrow does not preclude pleasure." The New York Times Book Review
Blazingly honest and gloriously raucous. Star-Tribune
"Each essay feels like a conversation with a good friend, thanks to Sánchez s warm and vulnerable writing." --TIME's Roundup of "27 Books You Need to Read this Summer"
"A deeply personal, compassionate, and moving glimpse into her life that left me in tears at the end." --Buzzfeed's "Best Books Releasing in July"
Sánchez writes hilariously and movingly about dating, depression, and defying expectations We d cry with Erika Sánchez in the bathroom any day. --Glamour
"Her smart and spiky voice enlivening connected essays on growing up brown and depressed but also obsessed with comedy.
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You ll yearn for a sequel before you ve even turned the last page." --LA Times
The memoir that doesn t wind its way toward a harsh revelation or the summiting of a mountain, the memoir that merely considers a life, is rare Crying in the Bathroom [is] an account of childhood depression, and falling in love with comedy, a 'fraught' relationship with her grandmother, suffering through a bad marketing job in the Sears Tower, risking the uneasy life of a writer. It s also a lesson in nurturing a clear voice. --Chicago Tribune
"Sánchez is an honest, vulnerable writer who doesn t hold any of her truths back from LGBT rights to women s issues, from sex to love."--HipLatina
"Bestselling author Erika L. Sánchez has written this unique yet relatable memoir in essays that will have you crying from laughter and heartbreak. Keep the tissues nearby!" --Ms. Magazine's "July 2022 Reads for the Rest of Us"
"With animated, often hilarious, vignettes from a multicultural youth spent yearning for the solitude necessary for writing, Crying in the Bathroom finds the author immensely grateful for a splendid study of her own and the sacrifices her hardworking parents made so their daughter could pursue her literary dreams and lead a life of the mind."--Shelf Awarness
To make your readers crack up while also discussing weighty topics like sexism, racism, and depression is no easy task, but it s one Erika L. Sánchez is well equipped for she has written a memoir/essay collection that [is] poignant and bold. --LitHub
Her ability to relate to readers on a personal, intellectual, and cultural levels is one of the book s greatest achievements An engrossing, accessible, heart-opening recollection of a fascinating life. --Booklist
"Her writing shines with a deep humility wrought from the hard-won nature of her personal peace. The result is another satisfying addition to Sánchez's deeply moving body of works."--Publishers Weekly
A famous Latino comic told me quoting either Chaplin or Cantinflas or both that if you tell a story that makes people laugh, that s great, but if you make them laugh and cry, that s genius. Erika Sánchez tells her tale with a deluge of unidentifiable feelings that came out through my eyes. It s only after you ve laughed that you understand the heartbreak beneath the laughter. I relished especially the stories she shares about being a wanderer savoring her solitude, a rare gift for a woman, but absolutely essential for any writer. --Sandra Cisneros, New York Times bestselling author of The House on Mango Street
Erika s writing grabs a hold and won t let go. She s equal parts pee-your-pants hilarity and break your heart poignancy- like the perfect brunch date you never want to end!"--America Ferrera, Emmy award-winning actress in Ugly Betty
"CRYING IN THE BATHROOM is deeply personal, in the best sense -- honest, cutting, hilarious, revelatory. These essays strike deep chords for any of us who came of age in the nineties, or really for anyone who came of age at all." --Rebecca Makkai, Pulitzer finalist for The Great Believers
After reading, Crying in the Bathroom, Erika L. Sánchez has undoubtedly cemented herself as not just one of my favorite writers, but also as my best friend... in my mind. Because why wouldn t I want to be close to someone so intentional, so funny, so proven, and most importantly, so self-aware they could tell a story about their life in a way that makes me take inventory of my own? To put it simply, which I'm not sure is actually possible, this is a whoopie cushion, a gut punch, and an alarm clock of a book. --Jason Reynolds, New York Times bestselling author of Look Both Ways: A Tale Told in Ten Blocks
The memoir that doesn t wind its way toward a harsh revelation or the summiting of a mountain, the memoir that merely considers a life, is rare Crying in the Bathroom [is] an account of childhood depression, and falling in love with comedy, a 'fraught' relationship with her grandmother, suffering through a bad marketing job in the Sears Tower, risking the uneasy life of a writer. It s also a lesson in nurturing a clear voice. --Chicago Tribune
"Sánchez is an honest, vulnerable writer who doesn t hold any of her truths back from LGBT rights to women s issues, from sex to love."--HipLatina
"Bestselling author Erika L. Sánchez has written this unique yet relatable memoir in essays that will have you crying from laughter and heartbreak. Keep the tissues nearby!" --Ms. Magazine's "July 2022 Reads for the Rest of Us"
"With animated, often hilarious, vignettes from a multicultural youth spent yearning for the solitude necessary for writing, Crying in the Bathroom finds the author immensely grateful for a splendid study of her own and the sacrifices her hardworking parents made so their daughter could pursue her literary dreams and lead a life of the mind."--Shelf Awarness
To make your readers crack up while also discussing weighty topics like sexism, racism, and depression is no easy task, but it s one Erika L. Sánchez is well equipped for she has written a memoir/essay collection that [is] poignant and bold. --LitHub
Her ability to relate to readers on a personal, intellectual, and cultural levels is one of the book s greatest achievements An engrossing, accessible, heart-opening recollection of a fascinating life. --Booklist
"Her writing shines with a deep humility wrought from the hard-won nature of her personal peace. The result is another satisfying addition to Sánchez's deeply moving body of works."--Publishers Weekly
A famous Latino comic told me quoting either Chaplin or Cantinflas or both that if you tell a story that makes people laugh, that s great, but if you make them laugh and cry, that s genius. Erika Sánchez tells her tale with a deluge of unidentifiable feelings that came out through my eyes. It s only after you ve laughed that you understand the heartbreak beneath the laughter. I relished especially the stories she shares about being a wanderer savoring her solitude, a rare gift for a woman, but absolutely essential for any writer. --Sandra Cisneros, New York Times bestselling author of The House on Mango Street
Erika s writing grabs a hold and won t let go. She s equal parts pee-your-pants hilarity and break your heart poignancy- like the perfect brunch date you never want to end!"--America Ferrera, Emmy award-winning actress in Ugly Betty
"CRYING IN THE BATHROOM is deeply personal, in the best sense -- honest, cutting, hilarious, revelatory. These essays strike deep chords for any of us who came of age in the nineties, or really for anyone who came of age at all." --Rebecca Makkai, Pulitzer finalist for The Great Believers
After reading, Crying in the Bathroom, Erika L. Sánchez has undoubtedly cemented herself as not just one of my favorite writers, but also as my best friend... in my mind. Because why wouldn t I want to be close to someone so intentional, so funny, so proven, and most importantly, so self-aware they could tell a story about their life in a way that makes me take inventory of my own? To put it simply, which I'm not sure is actually possible, this is a whoopie cushion, a gut punch, and an alarm clock of a book. --Jason Reynolds, New York Times bestselling author of Look Both Ways: A Tale Told in Ten Blocks
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