The Body Double
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
A dark, glittering debut novel echoing Hitchcock's Vertigo, The Body Double is the suspenseful story of a young woman who is recruited by a stranger to give up her old life and identity to impersonate a reclusive Hollywood star.
A strange man...
A strange man...
Leider schon ausverkauft
versandkostenfrei
Buch (Kartoniert)
18.99 €
Produktdetails
Produktinformationen zu „The Body Double “
Klappentext zu „The Body Double “
A dark, glittering debut novel echoing Hitchcock's Vertigo, The Body Double is the suspenseful story of a young woman who is recruited by a stranger to give up her old life and identity to impersonate a reclusive Hollywood star.A strange man discovers our nameless narrator selling popcorn at a decrepit small-town movie theater and offers her an odd and lucrative position: she will forget her job, her acquaintances, even her name, and move to Los Angeles, where she will become the body double of the famous and troubled celebrity Rosanna Feld. A nervous breakdown has forced Rosanna out of the public eye, and she needs a look-alike to take her place in the tabloid media circus of Hollywood. Overseen by Max, who hired her for the job, our narrator spends her days locked up in a small apartment in the hills watching hidden camera footage of Rosanna, wearing Rosanna's clothes, eating the food Rosanna likes, practicing her mannerisms, learning to become Rosanna in every way. But as she makes her public debut as Rosanna, dining at elegant restaurants, shopping in stylish boutiques, and finally risking a dinner party with Rosanna's true inner circle, alarming questions begin to arise. What really caused Rosanna's mental collapse? Will she ever return? And is Max truly her ally, or something more sinister? The Body Double is a fabulously plotted noir about fame, beauty, and the darkness of Hollywood.
Lese-Probe zu „The Body Double “
1Someone speaks my name.
Yes, I say, right.
My hand, I notice, has stuck to the counter, where there is a slick of spilled soda, dark-colored, diet, I m guessing that s all anyone orders here. A large popcorn, sour gummy worms from the case under the counter, diet soda. The sodas are all off-brand. Mr. Pibb and Mello Yello. Big Fizz, Dr. Smooth. Moon Mist. The man in front of me has just ordered something, but I m too tired to remember what it was. Everything swims fuzzy in the fluorescent lights of the lobby. Behind the man s head, I can see the faded velour nap of the curtains that hang on either side of the doorway, framing his face. At the painting class I m taking at the community college, the instructor shows us how the old masters drape velvet and silk behind the profiles of their subjects, that noble swish of fabric a signifier of something my brain grasps toward but won t let me remember through the thick scum of no sleep and caffeine, sugar and sugar substitutes. My hands shake. I spit sweet.
We re on the third film of our triple feature, it s something close to three a.m., and still thinking about those sallow-eyed women whose images the teacher projected on the wall of the classroom nameless, immortal, gazing past us into eternity I feel my body pivot, working without me, so used to the motions after all these years of taking candy from the dusty case, scooping popcorn into the narrow mouth of the waxed paper bag, filling a big gulp with soda. I had thought, when I started this job, years ago now, that it would be a chance to be closer in some way to the world on the theater s screens, that smooth-surfaced place where everything is beautiful and poreless and clean. But it s stickier than I thought it would be. Messy. Even the cash my manager, Scott, pays me is soft and gritty from overuse, the pressure of too many hands. Seven fifty, I say, and he, small, smooth-haired, limp-eyed, reaching forward to take his change back, brushes his
... mehr
fingers over my prone palm in a way that feels intentional. Too close. His sweat presses into my skin. I can feel it burrowing down through the lines of my palm, horrible. Enjoy the show, I say. I smile wide. Even my teeth feel tired. I wipe my hand, once, twice, on the slick polyester of my uniform pants. The man disappears into the theater. Outside, I can sense the summer air pressing against the thin glass of the doors, straining to get in, the pressure around us immense, like water at the bottom of the ocean. I wipe down the counter. I wipe down the case with the candy in it. I think again of the girl in the painting, the weight of her averted gaze, that long-ago light, so thick and heavy around her that it almost seems damp.
The sun is starting to rise when the last customer leaves. Normally we lock up the theater together, Scott and I, standing in gathering warmth, the cracked asphalt cold under our feet. Across the street the windows of the shuttered pet store shine like soap bubbles on dirty water. I like to look at them, waiting for him, noticing the way the sun shifts pink across their surface. This morning I will not have the chance.
Wait, says Scott as I start moving toward the door. One second. I need to talk to you about something. There s someone who wants to speak with you before you go home. He s up in my office. Come on, it won t take long.
I m tired. Too tired for whatever this is. It must be nearing sunrise, and I feel like something has crawled inside of me and died. Even now the light has begun worming its way in through the narrow window in the finished basement where I sleep. Between coming home and waking up I have, if I m lucky, a good hour of solid semidarkness before the sunlight becomes impossible to escape, and now Sco
The sun is starting to rise when the last customer leaves. Normally we lock up the theater together, Scott and I, standing in gathering warmth, the cracked asphalt cold under our feet. Across the street the windows of the shuttered pet store shine like soap bubbles on dirty water. I like to look at them, waiting for him, noticing the way the sun shifts pink across their surface. This morning I will not have the chance.
Wait, says Scott as I start moving toward the door. One second. I need to talk to you about something. There s someone who wants to speak with you before you go home. He s up in my office. Come on, it won t take long.
I m tired. Too tired for whatever this is. It must be nearing sunrise, and I feel like something has crawled inside of me and died. Even now the light has begun worming its way in through the narrow window in the finished basement where I sleep. Between coming home and waking up I have, if I m lucky, a good hour of solid semidarkness before the sunlight becomes impossible to escape, and now Sco
... weniger
Autoren-Porträt von Emily Beyda
EMILY BEYDA is a Los Angeles native who for the past three years has written the popular "Dear Glutton" advice column in The Austin Chronicle. A graduate of Texas State's M.F.A. program, she currently resides back in L.A. The Body Double is her first novel.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Emily Beyda
- 2021, 304 Seiten, Maße: 13,2 x 20,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 1984897438
- ISBN-13: 9781984897435
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.07.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
A Murder and Mayhem Best Thriller of 2020An Austin Chronicle and CrimeReads Most Anticipated Book
"Haunting... Beyda seeks to give you the dirty underbelly of the L.A. facade the obsessive mindset it takes to render the illusion of an easy life with stylized friends at fashionable places, wine drunk from fishbowl-sized glasses as the sun sets into a pristine from this angle ocean... The insistence on visual perfection is paramount. It maintains the illusion that, for a privileged few at least, gold still glitters."
Art Edwards, Los Angeles Review of Books
The Body Double... takes a sharpened knife to Tinseltown's perverse worship of celebrity and stardom, all of which leads to a surreal blurring of identities. Where does the person end and the star begin? Or is there only the star?... Beyda's tale is creepy, yes, but enthralling, too, and a trenchant reminder that if we wish to remain wonderful people, we might want to stay in the dark.
Robert Faires, Austin Chronicle
"Fame and power, artifice and beauty Emily Beyda has a lot on her mind, suffusing The Body Double with a power that will linger with readers, bubbling to the surface at every breathless turn of our celebrity-obsessed culture. Her talent and ability to move us, recombining ancient tropes with the media we consume and internalize, makes The Body Double a dazzler, definitely on my personal list of best debuts of the year.
Paula L. Woods, Los Angeles Times
"The Body Double adeptly dissects the lure and, conversely, the demands that come with celebrity life in Hollywood, especially the loneliness of being famous for only being famous. Beyda shines especially in detailing the emotional, nail-biting transition of the faux Rosanna from a nobody to a somebody, and then descending into the madness of no longer knowing who she truly is.
Shelf Awareness
"Emily Beyda's book is so good she doesn't need a blurb from
... mehr
me."
Eve Babitz
"Emily Beyda spins gorgeous prose around the black hole at the center of The Body Double. An existential thriller that vibrates at the uncanny pitch where screaming might be laughter, and a haunting portrait of a young woman as she disappears into the sinkhole of the camera. The Narcissus-funhouse of Hollywood, the moonlit windows of Los Angeles, the two-way mirror of consciousness Beyda arrows directly for the crack in the glass."
Karen Russell, author of Swamplandia!
" A hypnotic deep-dive into notions of female identity and visibility; it s a lyrical nightmare that renders LA a prison, and the self a collapsible construct. The Body Double sucks you in with reflected glamour, and masterfully spits you out the same way Hollywood does transfixed, disposable, wanting more.
Caite Dolan-Leach, author of We Went to the Woods
"The Body Double is a deft, dark, and surprisingly unusual Hollywood story, cinematic in both substance and in style. Beyda's confident debut is both assured and unsettling. It's a noir, sure, but so much more a tale for our times about the dangers of artifice, identity, and fame."
Ivy Pochoda, author of Wonder Valley and Visitation Street
"Compelling and provocative and fiercely intelligent. Emily Beyda's writing is a thrill."
Jennifer duBois, author of Cartwheel and The Spectators
"The Body Double is an epic read and Emily Beyda is a thrilling writer. Fame, beauty, youth, and artifice have rarely been mined for such narrative gold. Fantastic in every sense of the word."
Elisa Albert, author of After Birth
"A treat... An exploration of women s identities merging can be fertile ground to play with notions of gender and identity, and never-more-so than in The Body Double."
CrimeReads
"Beyda's moody debut plays on the conventions of film noir, with a special nod to Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo Has the potency and sense of inevitability of a particularly vivid dream Absorbing.
Booklist
"Well executed... lush and operatic... As she meets her fate with slow-burning horror, the unnamed woman fades like a ghost in a haunted house, its rooms as hollow as the empty promise of stardom. A nightmarish and unsettling story.
Kirkus Reviews
"Eerie... Beyda favors a slow-burning, deliberate pace, but her psychological thriller weaves a shroud of menace and anxiety. This auspicious debut will get under the reader s skin and stay there."
Publishers Weekly
Eve Babitz
"Emily Beyda spins gorgeous prose around the black hole at the center of The Body Double. An existential thriller that vibrates at the uncanny pitch where screaming might be laughter, and a haunting portrait of a young woman as she disappears into the sinkhole of the camera. The Narcissus-funhouse of Hollywood, the moonlit windows of Los Angeles, the two-way mirror of consciousness Beyda arrows directly for the crack in the glass."
Karen Russell, author of Swamplandia!
" A hypnotic deep-dive into notions of female identity and visibility; it s a lyrical nightmare that renders LA a prison, and the self a collapsible construct. The Body Double sucks you in with reflected glamour, and masterfully spits you out the same way Hollywood does transfixed, disposable, wanting more.
Caite Dolan-Leach, author of We Went to the Woods
"The Body Double is a deft, dark, and surprisingly unusual Hollywood story, cinematic in both substance and in style. Beyda's confident debut is both assured and unsettling. It's a noir, sure, but so much more a tale for our times about the dangers of artifice, identity, and fame."
Ivy Pochoda, author of Wonder Valley and Visitation Street
"Compelling and provocative and fiercely intelligent. Emily Beyda's writing is a thrill."
Jennifer duBois, author of Cartwheel and The Spectators
"The Body Double is an epic read and Emily Beyda is a thrilling writer. Fame, beauty, youth, and artifice have rarely been mined for such narrative gold. Fantastic in every sense of the word."
Elisa Albert, author of After Birth
"A treat... An exploration of women s identities merging can be fertile ground to play with notions of gender and identity, and never-more-so than in The Body Double."
CrimeReads
"Beyda's moody debut plays on the conventions of film noir, with a special nod to Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo Has the potency and sense of inevitability of a particularly vivid dream Absorbing.
Booklist
"Well executed... lush and operatic... As she meets her fate with slow-burning horror, the unnamed woman fades like a ghost in a haunted house, its rooms as hollow as the empty promise of stardom. A nightmarish and unsettling story.
Kirkus Reviews
"Eerie... Beyda favors a slow-burning, deliberate pace, but her psychological thriller weaves a shroud of menace and anxiety. This auspicious debut will get under the reader s skin and stay there."
Publishers Weekly
... weniger
Kommentar zu "The Body Double"
0 Gebrauchte Artikel zu „The Body Double“
Zustand | Preis | Porto | Zahlung | Verkäufer | Rating |
---|
Schreiben Sie einen Kommentar zu "The Body Double".
Kommentar verfassen