What's Left of Me Is Yours
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
"Each chapter of this enrapturing novel is elegantly brief and charged with barely contained emotion." New York Times Book Review
A gripping debut set in modern-day Tokyo and inspired by a true crime, for readers of Everything I Never Told...
A gripping debut set in modern-day Tokyo and inspired by a true crime, for readers of Everything I Never Told...
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"Each chapter of this enrapturing novel is elegantly brief and charged with barely contained emotion." New York Times Book ReviewA gripping debut set in modern-day Tokyo and inspired by a true crime, for readers of Everything I Never Told You and The Perfect Nanny, What's Left of Me Is Yours charts a young woman's search for the truth about her mother's life and her murder.
In Japan, a covert industry has grown up around the wakaresaseya (literally breaker-upper ), a person hired by one spouse to seduce the other in order to gain the advantage in divorce proceedings. When Sat hires Kaitar , a wakaresaseya agent, to have an affair with his wife, Rina, both assume it will be an easy case. But Sat has never truly understood Rina or her desires and Kaitar 's job is to do exactly that until he does it too well. While Rina remains ignorant of the circumstances that brought them together, she and Kaitar fall in a desperate, singular love, setting in motion a series of violent acts that will forever haunt her daughter s life.
In an engrossing dual narrative inspired by a true crime, Stephanie Scott exquisitely renders the affair and its intricate repercussions. As Rina s daughter, Sumiko, fills in the gaps of her mother s story and her own memory, Scott probes the thorny psychological and moral grounds of the actions we take in the name of love, asking where we draw the line between passion and possession.
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WHAT I KNOW· I was raised by my grandfather, Yoshi Sarashima.
· I lived with him in a white house in Meguro, Tokyo.
· In the evenings he would read to me.
· He told me every story but my own.
My grandfather was a lawyer; he was careful in his speech. Even when we were alone together in his study and I would perch on his lap tracing the creases in his leather armchair, or later, when I sat on
a stool by his side, even then, he had a precision with words. I have kept faith with that precision to this day.
Grandpa read everything to me Mishima, Sartre, Dumas,Tolstoy, Bash , tales of his youth and duck hunting in Shimoda, and one book, The Trial, that became my favorite. The story begins like this: Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K.
When we read that line for the first time, Grandpa explained that the story was a translation. I was twelve years old, stretching out my fingers for a world beyond my own, and I reached out then to the yellowed page, stroking the written characters that spoke of something new. I read the opening aloud, summoning the figure of Josef K.: a lonely man, a man people would tell lies about.
As I grew older, I began to argue with Grandpa about The Trial. He told me other people fought over it too, that they fight about it even today over the translation of one word in particular verleumdet.
To tell a lie. In some versions of the story, this word is translated as slander. Slander speaks of courts and accusations, of public reckoning; it has none of the childhood resonance of telling
lies. And yet, when I read this story for the first time, it was the translator s use of telling lies that fascinated me.
Lies, when they are first told, have a shadow quality to them, a gossamer texture that can wrap around a life. They have that feather-light essence of childhood, and my childhood was built on
lies.
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The summer before my mother died, we went to the sea.
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When I look back on that time, those months hold a sense of finality for me, not because that was the last holiday my mother and I would take together, but because it is the site of my last true memory.
Every year, as the August heat engulfed Tokyo, my family piled their suitcases onto a local train and headed for the coast. We went to Shimoda. Father remained in the city to work, but Grandpa Sarashima always came with us. Each time, he stopped at the same kiosk in the station to buy frozen clementines for the train, and in the metallic heat of the carriage Mama and I would wait impatiently
for the fruit to soften so we could get at the pockets of sorbet within. Finally, when our chins were sticky with juice, Mama would turn to me in our little row of two and ask what I would like to do
by the sea, just she and I, alone.
Our house on the peninsula was old, its wooden gateposts warped by the winds that peeled off the Pacific. As we climbed towards the rocky promontory at the top of the hill, the gates,
dark and encrusted with salt, signaled that my home was near: Washikura Eagle s
Nest, the house overlooking the bay, between Mount Fuji and the sea.
Our country is built around mountains; people are piled up in concrete boxes, cages. To have land is rare, but the house in Shimoda had belonged to my family since before the war, and afterward my
grandfather fought to keep it when everything else was lost.
Forest sweeps over the hills above the house. I was not allowed up there alone as a child, so when I looked at my mother on the train that summer she knew immediately what I would ask to do. In the afternoons, Mama and I climbed high on the wooded slopes above Washikura. We watched the tea fields as they dark
Every year, as the August heat engulfed Tokyo, my family piled their suitcases onto a local train and headed for the coast. We went to Shimoda. Father remained in the city to work, but Grandpa Sarashima always came with us. Each time, he stopped at the same kiosk in the station to buy frozen clementines for the train, and in the metallic heat of the carriage Mama and I would wait impatiently
for the fruit to soften so we could get at the pockets of sorbet within. Finally, when our chins were sticky with juice, Mama would turn to me in our little row of two and ask what I would like to do
by the sea, just she and I, alone.
Our house on the peninsula was old, its wooden gateposts warped by the winds that peeled off the Pacific. As we climbed towards the rocky promontory at the top of the hill, the gates,
dark and encrusted with salt, signaled that my home was near: Washikura Eagle s
Nest, the house overlooking the bay, between Mount Fuji and the sea.
Our country is built around mountains; people are piled up in concrete boxes, cages. To have land is rare, but the house in Shimoda had belonged to my family since before the war, and afterward my
grandfather fought to keep it when everything else was lost.
Forest sweeps over the hills above the house. I was not allowed up there alone as a child, so when I looked at my mother on the train that summer she knew immediately what I would ask to do. In the afternoons, Mama and I climbed high on the wooded slopes above Washikura. We watched the tea fields as they dark
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Autoren-Porträt von Stephanie Scott
Stephanie Scott is a Singaporean and British writer who was born and raised in South East Asia. She read English Literature at York and Cambridge and holds an M.St in Creative Writing from Oxford. Scott was awarded a BAJS Toshiba Studentship for her anthropological work on her novel What's Left of Me Is Yours and has been made a member of the British Japanese Law Association as a result of her research. What's Left of Me Is Yours was named a Brooklyn Book Festival Debut of the Year and a Guardian / Observer Best Debut of 2020. She is based in Singapore and London.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Stephanie Scott
- 2021, 352 Seiten, Maße: 13,1 x 20,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: ANCHOR
- ISBN-10: 0525565515
- ISBN-13: 9780525565512
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.07.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Enrapturing. . . . This richly imagined novel considers the many permutations of love and what we are capable of doing in its name. The New York Times Book ReviewA finely written case history of a crime of passion. The Wall Street Journal
Mesmerizing. Los Angeles Times
Impossible to put down. Jamie Ford, author of Love and Other Consolations
Propulsive and psychologically astute. Book Riot
Beautiful. I loved it! Lisa See, author of The Island of Sea Women
Scott deftly spins a web through modern day Tokyo in this captivating dual-perspective rendering of a young woman determined to find out the truth behind her mother s murder. Newsweek
Scott is a gifted writer, capturing with precision the small details of everyday life and what they mean to the soul. Chris Bohjalian, author of Hour of the Witch
Fascinating. . . . Deeply researched . . . delicately described. . . . [Scott] braids her different characters timelines together with sophistication, her storytelling harmoniously well-constructed. The Guardian
At once luminous and captivating. . . . A brilliant, haunting book. Rene Denfeld, author of The Butterfly Girl
A gripping debut. . . . What s Left of Me Is Yours is an outstanding novel that occupies the interstitial space between crime and literary fiction. . . . A must-read. Criminal Element
With painterly care, Scott shows us a tempestuous side of Japan unfamiliar to most. . . . A virtuoso s debut. Jing-Jing Lee, author of How We Disappeared
[A] passionate debut. . . . [Scott s] take on the tabloid-inspired story is subtle, tender and humane. Shelf Awareness
A gripping legal thriller that digs deep into the complications of human emotion.
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Lynn Kutsukake, author of The Translation of Love
Fascinating. . . . A meditation on intimacy and desire. Crime Reads
Mix[es] a tender, literary love story with a meticulously researched police procedural. . . . A simmering tale of passion and murder. Asian Review of Books
Intense. . . . Exhilarating. . . . Byzantine subplots, distinctive characters, and atmospheric settings will leave readers spellbound. Publishers Weekly
Scott delivers a delicately nuanced account of a complex tragedy rooted in the clash between illicit desire and the obligations of duty. Irish Times
Gripping and instantly compelling. . . . A cleverly constructed, shrewd and beautiful novel with as much tension as heart. Bookreporter
An unusual and stylish story of love and murder. Kirkus Reviews
[Scott] clearly defines the unfortunate effects of the traditional Japanese legal system on women and with carefully accumulated details describes a Japan both physically and psychologically teetering on the edge of change. Booklist
Fascinating. . . . A meditation on intimacy and desire. Crime Reads
Mix[es] a tender, literary love story with a meticulously researched police procedural. . . . A simmering tale of passion and murder. Asian Review of Books
Intense. . . . Exhilarating. . . . Byzantine subplots, distinctive characters, and atmospheric settings will leave readers spellbound. Publishers Weekly
Scott delivers a delicately nuanced account of a complex tragedy rooted in the clash between illicit desire and the obligations of duty. Irish Times
Gripping and instantly compelling. . . . A cleverly constructed, shrewd and beautiful novel with as much tension as heart. Bookreporter
An unusual and stylish story of love and murder. Kirkus Reviews
[Scott] clearly defines the unfortunate effects of the traditional Japanese legal system on women and with carefully accumulated details describes a Japan both physically and psychologically teetering on the edge of change. Booklist
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