The Girls, English edition
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
THE INSTANT BESTSELLER An indelible portrait of girls, the women they become, and that moment in life when everything can go horribly wrong
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THE INSTANT BESTSELLER An indelible portrait of girls, the women they become, and that moment in life when everything can go horribly wrongONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR: The Washington Post, NPR, The Guardian, Entertainment Weekly, San Francisco Chronicle, Financial Times, Esquire, Newsweek, Vogue, Glamour, People, The Huffington Post, Elle, Harper s Bazaar, Time Out, BookPage, Publishers Weekly, Slate
Northern California, during the violent end of the 1960s. At the start of summer, a lonely and thoughtful teenager, Evie Boyd, sees a group of girls in the park, and is immediately caught by their freedom, their careless dress, their dangerous aura of abandon. Soon, Evie is in thrall to Suzanne, a mesmerizing older girl, and is drawn into the circle of a soon-to-be infamous cult and the man who is its charismatic leader. Hidden in the hills, their sprawling ranch is eerie and run down, but to Evie, it is exotic, thrilling, charged a place where she feels desperate to be accepted. As she spends more time away from her mother and the rhythms of her daily life, and as her obsession with Suzanne intensifies, Evie does not realize she is coming closer and closer to unthinkable violence.
Finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize Finalist for the National Book Critics Circle John Leonard Award Shortlisted for The Center for Fiction First Novel Prize The New York Times Book Review Editors Choice Emma Cline One of Granta s Best of Young American Novelists
Praise for The Girls
Spellbinding . . . a seductive and arresting coming-of-age story. The New York Times Book Review
Extraordinary . . . Debut novels like this are rare, indeed. The Washington Post
Hypnotic. The Wall Street Journal
Gorgeous. Los Angeles Times
Savage. The Guardian
Astonishing. The Boston Globe
Superbly written. James Wood, The New Yorker
Intensely consuming.
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Richard Ford
A spectacular achievement. Lucy Atkins, The Times
Thrilling. Jennifer Egan
Compelling and startling. The Economist
A spectacular achievement. Lucy Atkins, The Times
Thrilling. Jennifer Egan
Compelling and startling. The Economist
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Adapted from THE GIRLS by Emma Cline, available everywhere June 14th, 2016.I looked up because of the laughter, and kept looking because of the girls.
I noticed their hair first, long and uncombed. Then their jewelry catching the sun. The three of them were far enough away that I saw only the periphery of their features, but it didn t matter I knew they were different from everyone else in the park. Families milling in a vague line, waiting for sausages and burgers from the open grill. Women in checked blouses scooting into their boyfriends sides, kids tossing eucalyptus buttons at the feral-looking chickens that overran the strip. These long-haired girls seemed to glide above all that was happening around them, tragic and separate. Like royalty in exile.
I studied the girls with a shameless, blatant gape: it didn t seem possible that they might look over and notice me. My hamburger was forgotten in my lap, the breeze blowing in minnow stink from the river. It was an age when I d immediately scan and rank other girls, keeping up a constant tally of how I fell short, and I saw right away that the black-haired one was the prettiest. I had expected this, even before I d been able to make out their faces. There was a suggestion of otherworldliness hovering around her, a dirty smock dress barely covering her ass. She was flanked by a skinny redhead and an older girl, dressed with the same shabby afterthought. As if dredged from a lake. All their cheap rings like a second set of knuckles. They were messing with an uneasy threshold, prettiness and ugliness at the same time, and a ripple of awareness followed them through the park. Mothers glancing around for their children, moved by some feeling they couldn t name. Women reaching for their boyfriends hands. The sun spiked through the trees, like always the drowsy willows, the hot wind gusting over the picnic blankets but the familiarity of the day was disturbed by the path the girls cut across
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the regular world. Sleek and thoughtless as sharks breaching the water.
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It was the end of the sixties, or the summer before the end, and that s what it seemed like, an endless, formless summer. The Haight populated with white-garbed Process members handing out their oat-colored pamphlets, the jasmine along the roads that year blooming particularly heady and full. Everyone was healthy, tan, and heavy with decoration, and if you weren t, that was a thing, too you could be some moon creature, chiffon over the lamp shades, on a kitchari cleanse that stained all your dishes with turmeric.
But that was all happening somewhere else, not in Petaluma with its low-hipped ranch houses, the covered wagon perpetually parked in front of the Hi-Ho Restaurant. The sun-scorched crosswalks. I was fourteen but looked much younger. People liked to say this to me. Connie swore I could pass for sixteen, but we told each other a lot of lies. We d been friends all through junior high, Connie waiting for me outside classrooms as patient as a cow, all our energy subsumed into the theatrics of friendship. She was plump but didn t dress like it, in cropped cotton shirts with Mexican embroidery, too-tight skirts that left an angry rim on her upper thighs. I d always liked her in a way I never had to think about, like the fact of my own hands.
Come September, I d be sent off to the same boarding school my mother had gone to. They d built a well-tended campus around an old convent in Monterey, the lawns smooth and sloped. Shreds of fog in the mornings, brief hits of the nearness of salt water. It was an all-girls school, and I d have to wear a uniform low-heeled shoes and no makeup, middy blouses threaded with navy ties. It was a holding place, really, enclosed by a stone wall and populated with bl
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It was the end of the sixties, or the summer before the end, and that s what it seemed like, an endless, formless summer. The Haight populated with white-garbed Process members handing out their oat-colored pamphlets, the jasmine along the roads that year blooming particularly heady and full. Everyone was healthy, tan, and heavy with decoration, and if you weren t, that was a thing, too you could be some moon creature, chiffon over the lamp shades, on a kitchari cleanse that stained all your dishes with turmeric.
But that was all happening somewhere else, not in Petaluma with its low-hipped ranch houses, the covered wagon perpetually parked in front of the Hi-Ho Restaurant. The sun-scorched crosswalks. I was fourteen but looked much younger. People liked to say this to me. Connie swore I could pass for sixteen, but we told each other a lot of lies. We d been friends all through junior high, Connie waiting for me outside classrooms as patient as a cow, all our energy subsumed into the theatrics of friendship. She was plump but didn t dress like it, in cropped cotton shirts with Mexican embroidery, too-tight skirts that left an angry rim on her upper thighs. I d always liked her in a way I never had to think about, like the fact of my own hands.
Come September, I d be sent off to the same boarding school my mother had gone to. They d built a well-tended campus around an old convent in Monterey, the lawns smooth and sloped. Shreds of fog in the mornings, brief hits of the nearness of salt water. It was an all-girls school, and I d have to wear a uniform low-heeled shoes and no makeup, middy blouses threaded with navy ties. It was a holding place, really, enclosed by a stone wall and populated with bl
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Autoren-Porträt von Emma Cline
Emma Cline is from California. Her fiction has appeared in Tin House and The Paris Review, and she was the recipient of The Paris Review 's Plimpton Prize for Fiction in 2014.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Emma Cline
- 2016, 368 Seiten, Maße: 14,7 x 21,5 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 081299860X
- ISBN-13: 9780812998603
- Erscheinungsdatum: 31.05.2016
Sprache:
Englisch
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Spellbinding . . . A seductive and arresting coming-of-age story hinged on Charles Manson, told in sentences at times so finely wrought they could almost be worn as jewelry . . . [Emma] Cline gorgeously maps the topography of one loneliness-ravaged adolescent heart. She gives us the fictional truth of a girl chasing danger beyond her comprehension, in a Summer of Longing and Loss. The New York Times Book Review[The Girls reimagines] the American novel . . . Like Mary Gaitskill s Veronica or Lorrie Moore s Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?, The Girls captures a defining friendship in its full humanity with a touch of rock-memoir, tell-it-like-it-really-was attitude. Vogue
Debut novels like this are rare, indeed. . . . The most remarkable quality of this novel is Cline s ability to articulate the anxieties of adolescence in language that s gorgeously poetic without mangling the authenticity of a teenager s consciousness. The adult s melancholy reflection and the girl s swelling impetuousness are flawlessly braided together. . . . For a story that traffics in the lurid notoriety of the Manson murders, The Girls is an extraordinary act of restraint. With the maturity of a writer twice her age, Cline has written a wise novel that s never showy: a quiet, seething confession of yearning and terror. The Washington Post
Outstanding . . . Cline s novel is an astonishing work of imagination remarkably atmospheric, preternaturally intelligent, and brutally feminist. . . . Cline painstakingly destroys the separation between art and faithful representation to create something new, wonderful, and disorienting. The Boston Globe
Finely intelligent, often superbly written, with flashingly brilliant sentences, . . . Cline s first novel, The Girls, is a song of innocence and experience. . . . In another way, though, Cline s novel is itself a complicated mixture of freshness and worldly sophistication. . . . At her frequent best, Cline sees
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the world exactly and generously. On every other page, it seems, there is something remarkable an immaculate phrase, a boldly modifying adverb, a metaphor or simile that makes a sudden, electric connection between its poles. . . . Much of this has to do with Cline s ability to look again, like a painter, and see (or sense) things better than most of us do. The New Yorker
Breathtaking . . . So accomplished that it s hard to believe it s a debut. Cline s powerful characters linger long after the final page. Entertainment Weekly (Summer Must List)
A mesmerizing and sympathetic portrait of teen girls. People (Summer s Best Books)
The Girls isn t a Wikipedia novel, it s not one of those historical novels that congratulates the present on its improvements over the past, and it doesn t impose today s ideas on the old days. As the smartphone-era frame around Evie s story implies, Cline is interested in the Manson chapter for the way it amplifies the novel s traditional concerns. Pastoral, marriage plot, crime story the novel of the cult has it all. New York Magazine
Breathtaking . . . So accomplished that it s hard to believe it s a debut. Cline s powerful characters linger long after the final page. Entertainment Weekly (Summer Must List)
A mesmerizing and sympathetic portrait of teen girls. People (Summer s Best Books)
The Girls isn t a Wikipedia novel, it s not one of those historical novels that congratulates the present on its improvements over the past, and it doesn t impose today s ideas on the old days. As the smartphone-era frame around Evie s story implies, Cline is interested in the Manson chapter for the way it amplifies the novel s traditional concerns. Pastoral, marriage plot, crime story the novel of the cult has it all. New York Magazine
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