The Tiger's Wife
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST The instant classic debut novel from the author of Inland and The Morningside, hailed as a thrilling beginning to what will certainly be a great literary career (Elle)
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST The instant classic debut novel from the author of Inland and The Morningside, hailed as a thrilling beginning to what will certainly be a great literary career (Elle)Spectacular . . . [Téa Obreht] spins a tale of such marvel and magic in a literary voice so enchanting that the mesmerized reader wants her never to stop. Entertainment Weekly
Not since Zadie Smith has a young writer arrived with such power and grace. Time
ONE OF THE TEN BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR: Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times; Entertainment Weekly; The Christian Science Monitor; The Kansas City Star; Library Journal
In a Balkan country mending from war, Natalia, a young doctor, is compelled to unravel the mysterious circumstances surrounding her beloved grandfather s recent death. Searching for clues, she turns to his worn copy of The Jungle Book and the stories he told her of his encounters over the years with the deathless man. But most extraordinary of all is the story her grandfather never told her the legend of the tiger s wife.
Weaving a brilliant latticework of family legend, loss, and love, Téa Obreht, hailed by Colum McCann as the most thrilling literary discovery in years, has spun a timeless novel that will establish her as one of the most vibrant, original authors of her generation.
ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR: The Wall Street Journal, O: The Oprah Magazine, The Economist, Vogue, Slate, Chicago Tribune, The Seattle Times, Dayton Daily News, Publishers Weekly, Alan Cheuse, NPR s All Things Considered
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the forty days of the soul begin on the morning after death. That first night, before its forty days begin, the soul lies still against sweated-on pillows and watches the living fold the hands and close the eyes, choke the room with smoke and silence to keep the new soul from the doors and the windows and the cracks in the floor so that it does not run out of the house like a river. The living know that, at daybreak, the soul will leave them and make its way to the places of its past the schools and dormitories of its youth, army barracks and tenements, houses razed to the ground and rebuilt, places that recall love and guilt, difficulties and unbridled happiness, optimism and ecstasy, memories of grace meaningless to anyone else and sometimes this journey will carry it so far for so long that it will forget to come back. For this reason, the living bring their own rituals to a standstill: to welcome the newly loosed spirit, the living will not clean, will not wash or tidy, will not remove the soul s belongings for forty days, hoping that sentiment and longing will bring it home again, encourage it to return with a message, with a sign, or with forgiveness.
If it is properly enticed, the soul will return as the days go by, to rummage through drawers, peer inside cupboards, seek the tactile comfort of its living identity by reassessing the dish rack and the doorbell and the telephone, reminding itself of functionality, all the time touching things that produce sound and make its presence known to the inhabitants of the house.
Speaking quietly into the phone, my grandma reminded me of this after she told me of my grandfather s death. For her, the forty days were fact and common sense, knowledge left over from burying two parents and an older sister, assorted cousins and strangers from her hometown, a formula she had recited to comfort my grandfather whenever he lost a patient in whom he was particularly invested a superstition, according to
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him, but something in which he had indulged her with less and less protest as old age had hardened her beliefs.
My grandma was shocked, angry because we had been robbed of my grandfather s forty days, reduced now to thirty-seven or thirty-eight by the circumstances of his death. He had died alone, on a trip away from home; she hadn t known that he was already dead when she ironed his clothes the day before, or washed the dishes that morning, and she couldn t account for the spiritual consequences of her ignorance. He had died in a clinic in an obscure town called Zdrevkov on the other side of the border; no one my grandma had spoken to knew where Zdrevkov was, and when she asked me, I told her the truth: I had no idea what he had been doing there.
You re lying, she said.
Bako, I m not.
He told us he was on his way to meet you.
That can t be right, I said.
He had lied to her, I realized, and lied to me. He had taken advantage of my own cross-country trip to slip away a week ago, she was saying, by bus, right after I had set out myself and had gone off for some reason unknown to either of us. It had taken the Zdrevkov clinic staff three whole days to track my grandma down after he died, to tell her and my mother that he was dead, arrange to send his body. It had arrived at the City morgue that morning, but by then, I was already four hundred miles from home, standing in the public bathroom at the last service station before the border, the pay phone against my ear, my pant legs rolled up, sandals in hand, bare feet slipping on the green tiles under the broken sink.
Somebody had fastened a bent hose onto the faucet, and it hung, nozzle down, from the boiler pipes, coughing thin streams of water onto the floor. It must have been going for hours: water was everywhere, flooding t
My grandma was shocked, angry because we had been robbed of my grandfather s forty days, reduced now to thirty-seven or thirty-eight by the circumstances of his death. He had died alone, on a trip away from home; she hadn t known that he was already dead when she ironed his clothes the day before, or washed the dishes that morning, and she couldn t account for the spiritual consequences of her ignorance. He had died in a clinic in an obscure town called Zdrevkov on the other side of the border; no one my grandma had spoken to knew where Zdrevkov was, and when she asked me, I told her the truth: I had no idea what he had been doing there.
You re lying, she said.
Bako, I m not.
He told us he was on his way to meet you.
That can t be right, I said.
He had lied to her, I realized, and lied to me. He had taken advantage of my own cross-country trip to slip away a week ago, she was saying, by bus, right after I had set out myself and had gone off for some reason unknown to either of us. It had taken the Zdrevkov clinic staff three whole days to track my grandma down after he died, to tell her and my mother that he was dead, arrange to send his body. It had arrived at the City morgue that morning, but by then, I was already four hundred miles from home, standing in the public bathroom at the last service station before the border, the pay phone against my ear, my pant legs rolled up, sandals in hand, bare feet slipping on the green tiles under the broken sink.
Somebody had fastened a bent hose onto the faucet, and it hung, nozzle down, from the boiler pipes, coughing thin streams of water onto the floor. It must have been going for hours: water was everywhere, flooding t
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Téa Obreht
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- Autor: Téa Obreht
- 2011, 384 Seiten, Masse: 13,1 x 20,4 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Random House Trade Paperbacks
- ISBN-10: 0385343841
- ISBN-13: 9780385343848
- Erscheinungsdatum: 10.01.2024
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Stunning . . . a richly textured and searing novel. Michiko Kakutani, The New York TimesSpectacular . . . [Téa Obreht] spins a tale of such marvel and magic in a literary voice so enchanting that the mesmerized reader wants her never to stop. [Grade:] A Entertainment Weekly
[Obreht] has a talent for subtle plotting that eludes most writers twice her age, and her descriptive powers suggest a kind of channeled genius. . . . No novel [this year] has been more satisfying. The Wall Street Journal
Filled with astonishing immediacy and presence, fleshed out with detail that seems firsthand, The Tiger s Wife is all the more remarkable for being the product not of observation but of imagination. The New York Times Book Review
That The Tiger s Wife never slips entirely into magical realism is part of its magic. . . . Its graceful commingling of contemporary realism and village legend seems even more absorbing. The Washington Post
So rich with themes of love, legends and mortality that every novel that comes after it this year is in peril of falling short in comparison with its uncanny beauty. Time
Mesmerizing . . . [Tea] Obreht s striking ability to explain the world through stories is matched by her patience with the parts of life and death that endlessly confound us. The Boston Globe
Makes for a thrilling beginning to what will certainly be a great literary career. Elle
A compelling, persuasive writer, Obreht brings improbable elements to life on the page. Better, she makes them snap together with such magical skill that even the skeptical reader believes. Chicago Sun-Times
In Obreht s expert hands, the novel s mythology, while rooted in a foreign world, comes to be somehow familiar, like the dark fairy tales of our own youth, the kind that spooked us into reading them again and again. O: The Oprah Magazine
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writes with an angel s pen . . . creating a skein of descriptive passages flush with apt details and ringing with lyrical diction about city life, country life, private dreams and public difficulties. NPR s All Things Considered
Gorgeous . . . one of the most extraordinary debut novels in recent memory. Vogue
Every word, every scene, every thought is blazingly alive in this many-faceted, spellbinding, and rending novel of death, succor, and remembrance. Booklist (starred review)
A spectacular accomplishment . . . written in a wry, classical, luxuriant style reminiscent of Tolstoy. Marie Claire
A beguiling blend of realism, myth and legend, this novel possesses a presence and force, essential ingredients for a novel that is very much rooted in reality yet transcends time. Elizabeth Taylor, Chicago Tribune Editor s Choice
Sentence by sentence, no fictional debut in 2011 was more arresting than this novel. Cleveland Plain Dealer
Gorgeous . . . one of the most extraordinary debut novels in recent memory. Vogue
Every word, every scene, every thought is blazingly alive in this many-faceted, spellbinding, and rending novel of death, succor, and remembrance. Booklist (starred review)
A spectacular accomplishment . . . written in a wry, classical, luxuriant style reminiscent of Tolstoy. Marie Claire
A beguiling blend of realism, myth and legend, this novel possesses a presence and force, essential ingredients for a novel that is very much rooted in reality yet transcends time. Elizabeth Taylor, Chicago Tribune Editor s Choice
Sentence by sentence, no fictional debut in 2011 was more arresting than this novel. Cleveland Plain Dealer
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