Organ Meats
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
"Best friends Anita and Rainie have made countless visits to their home base: an old sycamore tree and its neighboring lot of stray dogs who have a mysterious ability to communicate with humans. The girls learn that they are preceded by generations of...
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"Best friends Anita and Rainie have made countless visits to their home base: an old sycamore tree and its neighboring lot of stray dogs who have a mysterious ability to communicate with humans. The girls learn that they are preceded by generations of dog-headed women and women-headed dogs whose bloodlines knot them together like thread. Anita convinces her best friend Rainie to become a dog with her, tying a collar of red string around each of their necks to preserve their kinship forever. But when the two girls are separated, Anita sinks into her dreams and lands herself in a coma that only Rainie knows how to rouse her from. As Anita's body begins to rot, her mind straying farther and farther away from the waking world, it is up to Rainie to rebuild her friend's body and keep Anita from being lost forever.* Tasked with gathering new organs from the mythical landscape of their shared childhood, Rainie must return to the past and ask herself how far she is willing to go to reunite with the girl who has haunted her and hunted her in equal measure"--
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Disparate Girls Discover that Doghood Is Not the Opposite of Godhood, and Anita Hsia Recounts the Ox-Boned Origin of Her Family ResidenceIn the center of summer, soft with rot, Rainie and I decide to be dogs. Cousin Vivian says you can t be a dogpack with only two dogs, Rainie and me, but I say she forgot to count our shadows, Rainie and me plus two shadows, which makes four dogs, which is a lot of dogs. The dogs we know are strays, and they always travel in pairs or in sixes, and they sometimes get hit by cars and crows pluck the meat from their bones, though mostly they leave the bodies of the dogs alone, because there isn t much meat on them. I decide that being a dog requires three main things: First, that we drink with our tongues, which is easy, because I drink out of bowls anyway, ever since Abu decided to grow flowers in all our glasses. The second thing is that we must have collars, because we are not strays. We belong to each other. We cannot be strays, because our ribs are not visible, mostly because we wear shirts. And we have names, mostly because we have mothers. Also, strays stink and have fleas, and we are required to bathe, though one time Rainie got bedbugs and she and her brothers wore rashes as long as capes down their backs and then Vivian and I got them too and Abu burned our sheets, bleached the carpeting. I halo Rainie s neck with red thread from Abu s sewing kit and make a knot where she swallows, then tie a symmetrical thread around my neck.
Now we re collared together, I say. I get the knot right only on the second try: The first time, Rainie s neck turns to steam, and I can t get the thread to grip anything. There is something in her that resists it, that doesn t want to bind herself to me. She lives by flitting. Even when she stands on the wrinkled pavement in front of me, she shifts from foot to foot like she s surfing something, turning the street into a sea she ll ride away from me. Rainie tugs at the thread, tries to
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wedge a thumb between the knot and her skin, but I tell her it has to fit us snug as a bloodline or else we can t be synonyms.
The third thing is that we must learn to bite, even though our teeth are crooked and easily uprooted. We practice biting our own arms first, leaving purple perforated circles, and then we move on to biting shoulders, which requires our jaws to unhinge wider. I bit my cousin Vivian while she slept, kneeling in front of her mattress and gouging my teeth into her shoulder and gnawing the sphere of meat, imagining that Rainie had called me to fetch it, to bring it back to her whole, a tennis ball of bone, except we do not answer to names. When I bit her, Vivian flopped like a fish and landed outside her dreams, gasping, and I had to return her blood in a bottle. Rainie and I practice stretching our jaws, widening them enough for a crow to fly in and roost, and when our mothers see us sitting on the sofa, gaping at nothing, drool draping our chins, they leap at us and ask if we ve become melon-headed.
When Rainie and I feel that we have properly committed to our new species, we walk the streets as a dogpack, our shadows tailing us. When our knees are sore and bleeding and gravel-crusted from crawling, we decide that we will be two-legged dogs. We sit in the shade of a bald sycamore tree, its trunk like a drunk woman hooked over the fence of an abandoned lot, and in the corner of the lot are dogs sleeping in knots, panting loud in the heat, tongues chugging like conveyor belts. We bark at them, whine, but they don t recognize us, probably because we wear collars made of red thread, which mean we own our blood and they do not. When we lean on the fence, they leap up and foam white at the mouth, frolicking in their own snow. But they never come close enough for us to know. Rainie thinks the empty lot is full of dumped Styrofoam and exploding sofa stuffi
The third thing is that we must learn to bite, even though our teeth are crooked and easily uprooted. We practice biting our own arms first, leaving purple perforated circles, and then we move on to biting shoulders, which requires our jaws to unhinge wider. I bit my cousin Vivian while she slept, kneeling in front of her mattress and gouging my teeth into her shoulder and gnawing the sphere of meat, imagining that Rainie had called me to fetch it, to bring it back to her whole, a tennis ball of bone, except we do not answer to names. When I bit her, Vivian flopped like a fish and landed outside her dreams, gasping, and I had to return her blood in a bottle. Rainie and I practice stretching our jaws, widening them enough for a crow to fly in and roost, and when our mothers see us sitting on the sofa, gaping at nothing, drool draping our chins, they leap at us and ask if we ve become melon-headed.
When Rainie and I feel that we have properly committed to our new species, we walk the streets as a dogpack, our shadows tailing us. When our knees are sore and bleeding and gravel-crusted from crawling, we decide that we will be two-legged dogs. We sit in the shade of a bald sycamore tree, its trunk like a drunk woman hooked over the fence of an abandoned lot, and in the corner of the lot are dogs sleeping in knots, panting loud in the heat, tongues chugging like conveyor belts. We bark at them, whine, but they don t recognize us, probably because we wear collars made of red thread, which mean we own our blood and they do not. When we lean on the fence, they leap up and foam white at the mouth, frolicking in their own snow. But they never come close enough for us to know. Rainie thinks the empty lot is full of dumped Styrofoam and exploding sofa stuffi
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Autoren-Porträt von K-Ming Chang
K-Ming Chang is a Kundiman fellow, a Lambda Literary Award finalist, and a National Book Foundation 5 Under 35 honoree. She is the author of the novel Bestiary, which was longlisted for the Center for Fiction First Novel Prize, the PEN/Faulkner Award, and the VCU Cabell First Novelist Award.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: K-Ming Chang
- 2023, 288 Seiten, Maße: 20,2 x 13 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: ONE WORLD
- ISBN-10: 0593447344
- ISBN-13: 9780593447345
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.10.2023
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for National Book Foundation 5 Under 35 prize honoree K-Ming ChangThis is a novel full of animal yearning, a novel that places women at the center, nosing into their silences, licking at their damaged places . . . This novel feels like Chang s stab at finding that language, digging it out of her body like a buried dog tooth, accompanied by a fine spray of blood. The New York Times
[K-Ming Chang has the] ability to take a common, decidedly earthbound, experience and transform it through her lens into a fantastical, otherworldly encounter. San Francisco Chronicle
[Chang s] most ambitious and enchanting book yet . . . dreamy . . . Chang is a gifted, poetic storyteller whose imaginative work is a true experience to give yourself over to. Shondaland
Chang weaves a tapestry of bodies and dreams, fantastical desires, and viscerally material fears. Shelf Awareness, starred review
In a culture where television, movies, and even social media have become the primary source for engaging with content, K-Ming Chang s novel Organ Meats is a deafening howl of what only a book can achieve. Each page is dense with a macabre atmosphere and clever turns of phrases that linger like ghosts who have overstayed their welcome. Soapberry Review
Wow, wow, wow. If you loved the weirdness of Chang s Bestiary and Gods of Want, you will love this one because it s even weirder. Chang is a master of beautiful gore, questionable relationships and surreal realism. Ms. Magazine, October 2023 Book Roundup
Perfect combination of really descriptive, gory, intense scenes, but also with really beautiful writing. WBEZ/Nerdette, A Bounty of Fall Books
[An] intimate and visceral new novel. Nylon, October 2023 Must-Read Books Roundup
Girlhood has a feral quality . . . Chang conjures magic in her
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fiction, stretching the bounds of reality and blurring the lines between human girls and wild dogs. San Francisco Chronicle, 25 Highly Anticipated Books to Put on Your Radar this Fall
A haunting and feverish exploration of a very complex (and somewhat disturbing) friendship, I read this book wide eyed with such wonder. Certainly one of the most inventive and visceral novelists I ve encountered in quite some time . . . I am now a devoted fan. Eric LaRocca, author of Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke
One of our most enchanting storytellers today . . . From every first sentence, she has you hooked. Literary Hub
Chang is singular amongst us all. . . . [She] not only accomplishes narrative reinvention in her writing she builds upon what feels achievable on the page. Chang shows us different ways of being. Bryan Washington for Electric Literature
A haunting and feverish exploration of a very complex (and somewhat disturbing) friendship, I read this book wide eyed with such wonder. Certainly one of the most inventive and visceral novelists I ve encountered in quite some time . . . I am now a devoted fan. Eric LaRocca, author of Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke
One of our most enchanting storytellers today . . . From every first sentence, she has you hooked. Literary Hub
Chang is singular amongst us all. . . . [She] not only accomplishes narrative reinvention in her writing she builds upon what feels achievable on the page. Chang shows us different ways of being. Bryan Washington for Electric Literature
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