The Widows Of Eastwick
A novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
More than three decades have passed since the events described in THE WITCHES OF EASTWICK. The three divorcees-Alexandra, Jane, and Sukie-have left town, remarried, and become widows. They decide to go back to Eastwick for the summer, the old Rhode Island...
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More than three decades have passed since the events described in THE WITCHES OF EASTWICK. The three divorcees-Alexandra, Jane, and Sukie-have left town, remarried, and become widows. They decide to go back to Eastwick for the summer, the old Rhode Island seaside town, where they indulged in wicked mischief under the influence of the diabolical Darryl Van Horne. How they cope with the lingering traces of their evil deeds, the shocks of a mysterious counterspell, and the advancing inroads of old age, form the burden on this delightful, ominous sequel to one of John Updikes bestselling novels.
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A master of American letters and the author of the acclaimed Rabbit series returns with a sequel to The Witches of Eastwick about the three much-loved divorcées three decades later. More than three decades have passed since the events described in John Updike s The Witches of Eastwick. The three divorcées Alexandra, Jane, and Sukie have left town, remarried, and become widows. They cope with their grief and solitude as widows do: they travel the world, to such foreign lands as Canada, Egypt, and China, and renew old acquaintance. Why not, Sukie and Jane ask Alexandra, go back to Eastwick for the summer? The old Rhode Island seaside town, where they indulged in wicked mischief under the influence of the diabolical Darryl Van Horne, is still magical for them. Now Darryl is gone, and their lovers of the time have aged or died, but enchantment remains in the familiar streets and scenery of the village, where they enjoyed their lusty primes as free and empowered women. And, among the local citizenry, there are still those who remember them, and wish them ill. How they cope with the lingering traces of their evil deeds, the shocks of a mysterious counterspell, and the advancing inroads of old age, form the burden on Updike s delightful, ominous sequel.
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i. The Coven ReconstitutedThose of us acquainted with their sordid and scandalous story were not surprised to hear, by way of rumors from the various localities where the sorceresses had settled after fleeing our venerable town of Eastwick, Rhode Island, that the husbands whom the three Godforsaken women had by their dark arts concocted for themselves did not prove durable. Wicked methods make weak products. Satan counterfeits Creation, yes, but with inferior goods.Alexandra, the oldest in age, the broadest in body, and the nearest in character to normal, generous-spirited humanity, was the first to become a widow. Her instinct, as with so many a wife suddenly liberated into solitude, was to travel as if the world at large, by way of flimsy boarding cards and tedious airport delays and the faint but undeniable risk of flight in a time of rising fuel costs, airline bankruptcy, suicidal terrorists, and accumulating metal fatigue, could be compelled to yield the fruitful aggravation of having a mate. Jim Farlander, the husband she had conjured for herself from a hollowed pumpkin, a cowboy hat, and a pinch of Western soil scraped from inside the back fender of a pickup truck with Colorado plates that she had seen parked, looking eerily out of place, on Oak Street in the early 1970s, had, as their marriage settled and hardened, proved difficult to budge from his ceramics studio and little-frequented pottery shop on a side street in Taos, New Mexico.Jim s idea of a trip had been the hour s drive south to Santa Fe; his idea of a holiday was spending a day in one of the Indian reservations Navajo, Zuni, Apache, Acoma, Isleta Pueblo spying out what the Native American potters were offering in the reservation souvenir shops, and hoping to pick up cheap in some dusty Indian Bureau commissary an authentic old black-and-white geometric Pueblo jar or a red-on-buff Hohokam storage jar, with its spiral-and-maze pattern, which he could peddle for a small fortune to a newly endowed
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museum in one of the burgeoning resort cities of the Southwest. Jim liked where he was, and Alexandra liked that in him, since she as his wife was part of where he was. She liked his lean build (a flat stomach to the day he died, and never performed a sit-up in his life) and the saddle smell of his sweat and the scent of clay that clung, like a sepia aura, to his strong and knowing hands. They had met, on the natural plane, when she, for some time divorced, had taken a course at the Rhode Island School of Design, where he had been enlisted as a fill-in instructor. The four stepchildren Marcy, Ben, Linda, Eric that she saddled him with couldn t have asked for a calmer, more soothingly taciturn father-substitute. He was easier for her children half out of the nest in any case, Marcy being all of eighteen to relate to than their own father, Oswald Spofford, a small manufacturer of kitchen fixtures from Norwich, Connecticut. Poor Ozzie had become so earnestly involved in Little League baseball and company bowling that no one, not even his children, could take him seriously.People had taken Jim Farlander seriously, women and children especially, giving him back his own coiled silence. His level gray eyes had the glint of a gun from within the shade of his wide-brimmed hat, its crown darkened where his thumb and fingers pinched it. When he was at the pottery wheel he tied a faded blue bandana around his head to keep his long hair gray but still streaked with its original sun-bleached auburn and gathered behind into an eight-inch ponytail out of the clay, wet and spinning on the foot-powered wheel. A fall in his teens from a horse had left him with a limp, and the wheel, which he refused to electrify, limped with him, while out of the spinning his masculine hands shaped blobs upward into graceful vessels with slender waists and swelling bottoms.It was in bed she first felt his death coming. His erection
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Autoren-Porträt von John Updike
JOHN UPDIKE was the author of more than sixty books, eight of them collections of poetry. His novels, including The Centaur, Rabbit Is Rich, and Rabbit at Rest, won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, the National Book Critics Circle Award, and the William Dean Howells Medal of the American Academy of Arts and Letters. He died in 2009.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: John Updike
- 2008, 320 Seiten, Maße: 15,2 x 21,4 cm, Leinen, Englisch
- Verlag: Knopf, N.Y.
- ISBN-10: 0307269604
- ISBN-13: 9780307269607
- Erscheinungsdatum: 22.10.2008
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Ingenious . . . This isn t writing. It is magic. New York Times Book ReviewWith its fiery energy and wicked humor, The Widows of Eastwick is a truly enjoyable book to read [and] might just be [John Updike s] best novel since 1990 s Pulitzer Prize winning Rabbit at Rest. Kansas City Star
Dazzling Updikean prose . . . Here s a bet his work will keep fresh for generations, inciting laughter, wonder and sensuous shivers. Los Angeles Times
An amusing romp . . . made unexpectedly moving by the author s profundity and his renowned dexterity with language . . . [Updike is a] master of making us want to guffaw and weep in the same sentence. Houston Chronicle
Elegant prose and unfailing wit . . . There is moral courage in these pages. And kindness too. Washington Times
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