The Fugitivities
(Sprache: Englisch)
"Virtuosic ... glorious in its exploration." The New York Times
A singular and powerful debut novel about a young black American learning the difficulties of forming your own identity when society has already assigned you one
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A singular and powerful debut novel about a young black American learning the difficulties of forming your own identity when society has already assigned you one
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"Virtuosic ... glorious in its exploration." The New York TimesA singular and powerful debut novel about a young black American learning the difficulties of forming your own identity when society has already assigned you one
Like most recent college graduates, Jonah Winters is unsure of what's next. A young black American raised in France and living in New York City, he tries on a couple of careers only to find that nothing feels right. And as Jonah struggles to envision his future, he feels pressured by his friends and family to put the struggles of his community before his search for self.
But then a chance encounter with an ex-NBA player with his own regrets, inspires Jonah to take his life into his own hands. Deciding to leave the country entirely, he sets off for Brazil. And as he makes and breaks friendships on the way, reflects on his past relationships, and learns to rely on himself, Jonah slowly forms an understanding of self, community, and freedom that is rarely afforded to young black men.
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Perspiring, dizzy with heat and exhaustion, Jonah stopped at the corner of Underhill and St. Johns and plunked down the armchair he had trundled through the leafy streets of Park Slope, along the wide sunbaked extension of Flatbush Avenue, and, at Grand Army Plaza, around the imposing monument to the Defenders of the Union, where bronze charioteers looked out over the construction of a condominium tower. The rich folk in the Slope had a habit of throwing out nice furniture in the summer, and he was determined to furnish his new apartment. The haul had been pretty good so far a reclaimed-wood bookcase, a banker s desk lamp, a vaguely Oriental side table with the only downside being that the crib now had the eclectic air of a showroom. He was about halfway down the block when he took note of the commotion surrounding a double-parked Grand Cherokee directly across from his building. The vehicle was loaded down with equipment for living: a cream leather sitting chair crammed in at an angle, trash bags full of clothes, a plastic crate stuffed with video-game accessories, assorted lotions and hair products. Foodstuffs, cooking appliances, a bottle of Crisco, remained stranded on the sidewalk awaiting transport. A man carrying a stereo unit emerged from the brownstone across the street and hollered. At the boom of his voice, a somber boy in a durag, one earbud pendant, looked up. At the man s side stood a little girl with beaded braids, wearing a backpack; she saw Jonah and ducked behind her father s knee. You heard him, go help your father, shouted a woman from the front passenger side, where she must have been trying to find more room. Her gaze passed over Jonah, assessing and dismissing in one sweep, before turning to the stoop as she called out the girl s name in a high sweet voice.
It took Jonah a moment to understand what he was seeing even though it was the simplest thing in the world. The expression on the face of the man carrying the stereo was
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concentrated and severe. He arranged the equipment in the back seat, then turned to go back in for whatever remained. The boy still stood curbside, staring blankly at nothing in particular. They would have been neighbors, but as it stood, Jonah was only a straggling stranger who happened to be moving in while they were moving out. There was no trace of sadness in the boy s face, no trace of fondness or regret for the street he was leaving, only an intimation that fairness was something he had never known and never would.
The scene stuck in Jonah s mind as he struggled with the chair up two flights of stairs to the apartment. Isaac was in the living room unpacking his records. Jonah shoved crumpled newspapers and packing materials out of the way and set the chair in the corner facing the window with the fire escape, then dropped his exhausted body into it. Focused completely on his own task, his roommate barely registered Jonah s entrance. The brother had more records than a DJ. Isaac wasn t actually that involved in the music scene; mostly he just listened to a small handful of albums on rotation. When they had first moved in, Jonah would find him there at all hours, sitting on the bare floor in the unfurnished room with his back up against the wall, one leg outstretched, locked in deep concentration, now and then murmuring a word or two, nodding his head in solemn agreement with the sound.
Folks next door are moving out, Jonah said as he watched his friend digging through the crates, meticulously arranging his collection, unfazed by the room s stifling heat. Everything had to be strictly alphabetical his Main Source record, with its splash of atoms, he held aloft momentarily like a rare talisman, before sliding it in next to Madlib and Mahalia. That was Isaac, cool as a fan.
Oh yeah . . . it s gonna f
The scene stuck in Jonah s mind as he struggled with the chair up two flights of stairs to the apartment. Isaac was in the living room unpacking his records. Jonah shoved crumpled newspapers and packing materials out of the way and set the chair in the corner facing the window with the fire escape, then dropped his exhausted body into it. Focused completely on his own task, his roommate barely registered Jonah s entrance. The brother had more records than a DJ. Isaac wasn t actually that involved in the music scene; mostly he just listened to a small handful of albums on rotation. When they had first moved in, Jonah would find him there at all hours, sitting on the bare floor in the unfurnished room with his back up against the wall, one leg outstretched, locked in deep concentration, now and then murmuring a word or two, nodding his head in solemn agreement with the sound.
Folks next door are moving out, Jonah said as he watched his friend digging through the crates, meticulously arranging his collection, unfazed by the room s stifling heat. Everything had to be strictly alphabetical his Main Source record, with its splash of atoms, he held aloft momentarily like a rare talisman, before sliding it in next to Madlib and Mahalia. That was Isaac, cool as a fan.
Oh yeah . . . it s gonna f
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Autoren-Porträt von Jesse McCarthy
Jesse McCarthy is the author of the essay collection Who Will Pay Reparations On My Soul? and has written for several publications including The New York Times, n+1, and The New Republic. He is a contributing editor at The Point and is an associate professor of English, African American, and African History at Harvard. This is his first novel.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jesse McCarthy
- 2021, 288 Seiten, Maße: 15,7 x 23,5 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Melville House
- ISBN-10: 1612198066
- ISBN-13: 9781612198064
- Erscheinungsdatum: 05.08.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"McCarthy s spiralling, exquisitely cadenced prose is a shot of adrenaline, enlivening an ambitious twenty-first-century sentimental education that recalls Ben Lerner, Ralph Ellison, and Roberto Bolaño." The New Yorker"Best of 2021: Our Favorite Fiction" Kirkus
A "Most Anticipated Book" The Millions
"Virtuosic ... [McCarthy's] prose, agile as a pianist in full flow, dances across the page ... there are no conclusions, no resolutions to this fugue state, but there is something glorious in its exploration." The New York Times
"McCarthy s captivating debut tackles race and the American dream ... With its rich, lyrically drawn atmosphere and incisive commentary ... McCarthy s tale maintains an authentic feel. Readers are in very good hands with this smart, empathetic, and soul-searching writer." Publisher's Weekly (starred review)
"An acclaimed African American essayist puts forth a first novel whose quirky romanticism, vivid landscapes, and digressive storytelling owe more to classic European cinema than conventional literature ... An intellectually stimulating fiction debut." Kirkus (starred review)
"In his insightful debut, writer, editor, and Harvard professor McCarthy explores the tension between community and individual perceptions of Black identity in different cultures ... Superb storytelling." Booklist
"If you haven t already heard of Jesse McCarthy, you soon will be! ... [The Fugitivities] is best enjoyed by sinking into the ruminative prose and savoring the ride." Bookreporter
"The Fugitivities is a thrilling twenty-first-century sentimental education a tale of black intellectual guilt and irrepressible wanderlust that follows a young teacher from disillusionment in Brooklyn to doubt and revelation abroad. McCarthy s spiraling, observant, exquisitely cadenced prose is a shot of adrenaline in a sea of laconic and episodic
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fiction. A powerful debut that is worldly in the most expansive sense and with electricity to spare." Julian Lucas, New Yorker staff writer
"The Fugitivities is an ambitious, debut novel that speaks to the deepest of vulnerabilities of the human condition: how we make sense of our identities as it relates to others and our stake and responsibilities in the world." Morgan Jerkins, author of This Will Be My Undoing
"A gorgeous, virtuosic novel. In exquisite, often ecstatic, prose, McCarthy gives us a portrait of the artist as a black man or rather, as a set of young black men, brothers and friends and rivals. This is blackness as it collides with class and love. Blackness in its uneasy relationship to Europe and the Americas. Blackness in all of its inner intricacy, tension, and beauty. Blackness shattered from the inside, each facet spinning, in McCarthy's own words, in "a hypnotic dance like shards in a kaleidoscope." Namwali Serpell, author of The Old Drift
"The Fugitivities is an ambitious, debut novel that speaks to the deepest of vulnerabilities of the human condition: how we make sense of our identities as it relates to others and our stake and responsibilities in the world." Morgan Jerkins, author of This Will Be My Undoing
"A gorgeous, virtuosic novel. In exquisite, often ecstatic, prose, McCarthy gives us a portrait of the artist as a black man or rather, as a set of young black men, brothers and friends and rivals. This is blackness as it collides with class and love. Blackness in its uneasy relationship to Europe and the Americas. Blackness in all of its inner intricacy, tension, and beauty. Blackness shattered from the inside, each facet spinning, in McCarthy's own words, in "a hypnotic dance like shards in a kaleidoscope." Namwali Serpell, author of The Old Drift
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