Dog Park
A novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
From a major internationally acclaimed writer--author of Purge--who is poised to break out in the U.S. comes a ferociously plotted novel of intrigue, betrayal, and murder in the global fertility market.
Helsinki, 2016. Olenka sits on a bench, watching a...
Helsinki, 2016. Olenka sits on a bench, watching a...
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From a major internationally acclaimed writer--author of Purge--who is poised to break out in the U.S. comes a ferociously plotted novel of intrigue, betrayal, and murder in the global fertility market.Helsinki, 2016. Olenka sits on a bench, watching a family play in a dog park. A stranger sits down beside her. Olenka startles; she would recognize this other woman anywhere. After all, Olenka was the one who ruined her life. And this woman may be about to do the same to Olenka. Yet, for a fragile moment, here they are, together--looking at their own children being raised by other people. Moving seamlessly between modern-day Finland and Ukraine in the early days of its post-Soviet independence, The Dog Park is a keenly observed, dark and propulsive novel set at the intersection of East and West, centered in a web of exploitation and the commodification of the female body. Oksanen brings fearless psychological acuity to this captivating story about a woman unable to escape the memory of her lost child, the ruthless powers that still hunt her, and the lies that could well end up saving her.
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A VILLAGE,MYKOLAIV OBLAST
2006
When I entered the bedroom for the first time since childhood, I recoiled at the sight I encountered. Framed pictures of me graced the table, the chest of drawers, and the wall. For the most part they were yellowed advertisements cut from newspapers, showing me using my curves to peddle everything from stain removers to car parts. I d sent the pictures to my mother as proof of my modeling work, assuming they would end up in a scrapbook, but Mom had turned them into a full-room shrine with eye-catching splashes of color and mark-down percentages competing for attention. There was nothing in these pictures to celebrate, let alone remember with pride. They made me ill.
After removing the clippings from the walls, I swept the pictures on the chest of drawers into my arms and shoved the whole lot into the closet. On top of the pile lay a yarn ad featuring skeins that glowed with all the colors of a crackling fire.
By suppertime, the pictures were back in their places even the chestnut puree ad, which I despised. My mother s swiftness astonished me. She had managed it while I was outside inspecting the garden with my aunt. When my aunt entered the bedroom, she put a hand on my back and whispered that I shouldn t deny a mother the right to be proud of her children. I couldn t tell her how wrong everything had gone. My aunt looked at me and gave me a squeeze.
We re expanding the plantings, and Ivan is helping, so we re fine, she said. I m so glad we have you home again, Olenka.
My aunt had aged, as had my mother. The dog standing guard in the yard was new. Otherwise nothing had changed since I left. A stork s nest still sat on top of the electric pole, though the birds had already flown south, and there were still dead men s jackets hanging next to the front door. One was my father s, and the other belonged to his sister s deceased husband. According to my aunt, it was good for visitors to
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think we had men in the house. We d moved in with her after my father s funeral, and now I had returned to this house of lonely widows where we gave each other flowers on Women s Day. That thought made me ask my aunt whether Boris was still making his horilka. As she fetched a bottle, I finally changed my shoes for galoshes. They were new and lightweight, maybe silicone. Bought for me, presumably.
The next morning, I walked to the bus stop and looked to see what was visible through the cracks in the garden fence and over it from farther down the road. There was nothing to attract attention, and no one would come to inspect this plot of land by chance. The situation might be different once the flowers were blazing red. But my aunt was right, we would need more poppies. I was an extra mouth to feed, and the previous evening I had already ordered us some thirty-liter canisters of drinking water. Abroad I d become accustomed to drinking water constantly and had completely forgotten the state of the wells here. I didn t know how I would pay for my order. I would have to abandon the way we models keep our weight in check. A thicker waist was the least of my worries.
I didn t want my aunt to seize on Ivan s suggestions to borrow money from him and not to increase the size of the poppy fields even though I trusted him and his desire to help. A tall field of corn could conceal even a large flower planting, and our hired hand, Boris, could handle the expansion. He was Ivan s brother and like a son to my aunt. Still, I didn t want us any more dependent on the gang Ivan worked for and to whom he delivered the compote derived from the poppies. I hadn t planned a future like this for us. We wouldn t even be talking about poppies if my face had paid off. We would hav
The next morning, I walked to the bus stop and looked to see what was visible through the cracks in the garden fence and over it from farther down the road. There was nothing to attract attention, and no one would come to inspect this plot of land by chance. The situation might be different once the flowers were blazing red. But my aunt was right, we would need more poppies. I was an extra mouth to feed, and the previous evening I had already ordered us some thirty-liter canisters of drinking water. Abroad I d become accustomed to drinking water constantly and had completely forgotten the state of the wells here. I didn t know how I would pay for my order. I would have to abandon the way we models keep our weight in check. A thicker waist was the least of my worries.
I didn t want my aunt to seize on Ivan s suggestions to borrow money from him and not to increase the size of the poppy fields even though I trusted him and his desire to help. A tall field of corn could conceal even a large flower planting, and our hired hand, Boris, could handle the expansion. He was Ivan s brother and like a son to my aunt. Still, I didn t want us any more dependent on the gang Ivan worked for and to whom he delivered the compote derived from the poppies. I hadn t planned a future like this for us. We wouldn t even be talking about poppies if my face had paid off. We would hav
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Autoren-Porträt von Sofi Oksanen
SOFI OKSANEN is a Finnish-Estonian novelist and playwright. She has received numerous prizes for her work, including the Swedish Academy Nordic Prize, the Prix Femina Étranger, the Budapest Grand Prize, the European Book Prize, and the Nordic Council Literature Prize. She lives in Helsinki. Translated from the Finnish by Owen Witesman.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Sofi Oksanen
- 2021, 368 Seiten, Maße: 17,1 x 24,5 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Übersetzer: Owen Frederick Witesman
- Verlag: KNOPF
- ISBN-10: 0525659471
- ISBN-13: 9780525659471
- Erscheinungsdatum: 27.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"A rising Scandinavian star poses troubling questions about the double-edged sword of motherhood and the rancorous debates over women s bodies." Oprah Daily"An intricate, textured slow-burner that paints a vivid picture of a post-Soviet state where gangsters rule and the exploitation of the female body is big business...The pathos is fuel for real suspense." Guardian
"Remarkably ambitious...The translation conveys the mounting tension...Oksanen has much to say about the price of parenthood and the cost for young women who, with few other options to escape poverty, become egg donors or surrogates." Sarah Weinman, New York Times Book Review
"There is nothing average about this knotty thriller." Daily Mail
Dog Park will tantalize...Oksanen s tactic of deliberate opacity is popular in prestige television suspense series like 'Killing Eve,' and 'The Flight Attendant,' whose fans, enthralled by pervasive dread and beguiled by jumps between alien settings, don t mind when motives, identities and places are hard to pin down. The confusion is intrinsic to the allure. Wall Street Journal
"A dystopian novel that seems all too real...We learn much about the precarious state of post-Soviet Ukraine...Oksanen subtly but viscerally depicts jeopardy and romance." Kirkus Reviews
The Soviet Union s collapse looms large over Oksanen s intricate plot, which rivets...Fans of slow-burning suspense will find much to enjoy." Publishers Weekly
FINLAND
Breathtaking With Dog Park, Sofi Oksanen truly does triumph. Kainuun Sanomat
Dog Park is a stunning, furious depiction of the traumas and struggles of the survivors of the Soviet Union Oksanen is a master. Mesta
FRANCE
Nerve-racking until the last page. Les Inrockuptibles
Both a thriller and a historical novel, Dog Park is, in a nutshell, a Grimms fairy tale made reality. Lire
DENMARK
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Unstoppable. Kulturen
Both a sharp analysis of society and an accomplished, ingeniously constructed work of suspense A Finnish-Estonian Charles Dickens novel. Information
SWEDEN
Impossible to put down Reminiscent of le Carré s better moments. Aftonbladet
Unendingly fascinating I of course thought of Margaret Atwood s novel The Handmaid s Tale but also of something far harder to fathom: our current moment. Västerbottens-Kuriren
NORWAY
Oksanen paints an image of life in the former Soviet Union with such vividness that you can see it before your own eyes. NRK
Sofi Oksanen returns to the top of the literary world with Dog Park. Dagsavisen
Both a sharp analysis of society and an accomplished, ingeniously constructed work of suspense A Finnish-Estonian Charles Dickens novel. Information
SWEDEN
Impossible to put down Reminiscent of le Carré s better moments. Aftonbladet
Unendingly fascinating I of course thought of Margaret Atwood s novel The Handmaid s Tale but also of something far harder to fathom: our current moment. Västerbottens-Kuriren
NORWAY
Oksanen paints an image of life in the former Soviet Union with such vividness that you can see it before your own eyes. NRK
Sofi Oksanen returns to the top of the literary world with Dog Park. Dagsavisen
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