Sin Eater
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
The Handmaid's Tale meets Alice in Wonderland in this gripping and imaginative historical novel about a shunned orphan girl in 16th-century England who is ensnared in a deadly royal plot and must turn her subjugation into her power.
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The Handmaid's Tale meets Alice in Wonderland in this gripping and imaginative historical novel about a shunned orphan girl in 16th-century England who is ensnared in a deadly royal plot and must turn her subjugation into her power.The Sin Eater walks among us, unseen, unheard
Sins of our flesh become sins of Hers
Following Her to the grave, unseen, unheard
The Sin Eater Walks Among Us.
For the crime of stealing bread, fourteen-year-old May receives a life sentence: she must become a Sin Eater-a shunned woman, brutally marked, whose fate is to hear the final confessions of the dying, eat ritual foods symbolizing their sins as a funeral rite, and thereby shoulder their transgressions to grant their souls access to heaven.
Orphaned and friendless, apprenticed to an older Sin Eater who cannot speak to her, May must make her way in a dangerous and cruel world she barely understands. When a deer heart appears on the coffin of a royal governess who did not confess to the dreadful sin it represents, the older Sin Eater refuses to eat it. She is taken to prison, tortured, and killed. To avenge her death, May must find out who placed the deer heart on the coffin and why.
"A keenly researched feminist arc of unexpected abundance, reckoning, intellect, and ferocious survival" (Maria Dahvana Headley, author of The Mere Wife) Sin Eater is "a dark, rich story replete with humor, unforgettable characters, and arcane mysteries. It casts a spell on your heart and mind until the final page" (Jennie Melamed, author of Gather the Daughters).
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1. Roast Pigeon 1. ROAST PIGEON THE BREAD'S STILL warm under my shawl, my heart echoing through its crust. I run, quick as I can, along the ditch beside the road.
A wide brown nostril swings into my face breathing hot horse breath.
"Get on!" calls the cart man, coming from a side lane, urging the mare into the mess of the main thoroughfare. She shuttles her head from side to side, the bit buckling against her yellow teeth. My way's blocked.
Too visible, I scold, even as I climb out from the ditch onto the flat of the road. I fold my prize into the hollow between my breasts and dart past the balking horse and a hay wagon.
"Aye! That's her!" the baker yells. I daren't turn, just break into a run. I go down a narrow lane. At the crossroads I look to one side, hesitate, and go to the other, passing a stable and a smithy. But the baker's son tailing me doesn't hesitate. His hand cuffs my neck and knocks me to the ground. The side of my face presses into the mud. I can see the blacksmith's boots through his open door. My breath comes hard from running. I push the bread up with my hands and rip off the end with my teeth. Might as well eat, the thought comes. If I'm going to the jail, might as well do it with food in my belly.
May Owens. The turnkey calls me out of the cell. Calls me along with all the other girls that came in my week. Twenty in all. Three girls who ran away from homes in other towns but don't have kin here or begging passports. Two whores without the chummage to bribe the constable to turn a blind eye. Five pickpockets. Eight cozeners and worse. One other goodly girl, like me. She killed a stray dog to eat, but turned out it had run off from a lord. Bad luck, that.
We walk in single file out into an early-spring morning heavy with mist. The damp creeps into my bones after the cell where so many folk made for a comfortable fug. We march down the middle of the road, stopping carts and wagons, making carriage drivers call out in
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fury. The courthouse is next door, but this is part of our punishment. All the eyes seeing our shame. They shout, calling us wicked women and Eves.
I wish you could show folk your insides the way you show your face. Then they'd know I'm not wicked at all. Or I wish that they'd see my hair and see how it looks just like the Queen's hair, the same black waves. Then folk would know I am goodly, like her. I am no Eve. Eve wasn't content to live in the heavenly plains with the Maker. She leapt to earth and sought out Adam, keeper of the fields and orchards, made him lead her to the Maker's tree and stole its fruit. When she ate all but the last bite, which she fed to Adam, the Maker cursed her for her treachery and sent her to be mistress of the underworld. She's purest evil. Even worse than Judas, who betrayed the Maker's son.
The turnkey takes us into a fine building with a roof so high even the tallest of folk couldn't touch it. We line a bench, twenty shivering girls. I guess some of us are women. I've been one for two years, though I don't know that I feel like one. Then again, I don't know what a woman is supposed to feel like. I twist my ring. It's thin and uneven and not real gold, but I like to imagine it is. It's the only bit left of my da. A token of him.
"What's to happen now?" I ask the dog eater, who's sitting beside me.
"Justice takes his decision," says a dirty girl a ways down the bench. She stole a silver cup.
"Recorder is what he's called," the turnkey says.
"Why a recorder?" I ask.
"My fate's decided," says a ratlike girl who tried to sell the bastard she bore,
I wish you could show folk your insides the way you show your face. Then they'd know I'm not wicked at all. Or I wish that they'd see my hair and see how it looks just like the Queen's hair, the same black waves. Then folk would know I am goodly, like her. I am no Eve. Eve wasn't content to live in the heavenly plains with the Maker. She leapt to earth and sought out Adam, keeper of the fields and orchards, made him lead her to the Maker's tree and stole its fruit. When she ate all but the last bite, which she fed to Adam, the Maker cursed her for her treachery and sent her to be mistress of the underworld. She's purest evil. Even worse than Judas, who betrayed the Maker's son.
The turnkey takes us into a fine building with a roof so high even the tallest of folk couldn't touch it. We line a bench, twenty shivering girls. I guess some of us are women. I've been one for two years, though I don't know that I feel like one. Then again, I don't know what a woman is supposed to feel like. I twist my ring. It's thin and uneven and not real gold, but I like to imagine it is. It's the only bit left of my da. A token of him.
"What's to happen now?" I ask the dog eater, who's sitting beside me.
"Justice takes his decision," says a dirty girl a ways down the bench. She stole a silver cup.
"Recorder is what he's called," the turnkey says.
"Why a recorder?" I ask.
"My fate's decided," says a ratlike girl who tried to sell the bastard she bore,
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Autoren-Porträt von Megan Campisi
Megan Campisi is a playwright, novelist, and teacher. She has been a forest ranger, a sous-chef in Paris, and a physical theater specialist around the world. She attended Yale University and l'École Internationale de Théâtre Jacques Lecoq. In 2019 she received a Fulbright Specialist award to travel to Turkey and give master classes at Tatbikat Theater. Her first novel, Sin Eater, received the Debut Crown Award from the Historical Writers'Association. Originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, Megan lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her family.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Megan Campisi
- 2020, Export, 304 Seiten, Maße: 15,1 x 22,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Atria Books
- ISBN-10: 1982143681
- ISBN-13: 9781982143688
- Erscheinungsdatum: 31.03.2020
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Sin Eater is a dark and thrilling page turner that turns a dystopian eye on the past in an unnervingly contemporary way. All hail Megan Campisi and her smashing novel." Emma Donoghue, New York Times bestselling author of Room and Akin
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