Vintage Contemporaries / Burning Down the House
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
"It begins with a child" Or really with two children, two girls. One, from the Caucasus, sold into the sex trade; the other, the adopted daughter of the wealthy Zane family. The emotional worlds of these characters transform into a larger drama about the...
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"It begins with a child" Or really with two children, two girls. One, from the Caucasus, sold into the sex trade; the other, the adopted daughter of the wealthy Zane family. The emotional worlds of these characters transform into a larger drama about the forces of globalization and sexual violence. A gripping tale about the inextricable connections between the personal and the political.
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It begins with two girls: Neva, from the Caucasus, sold into the sex trade; and Poppy, the adopted daughter of a wealthy New York real estate family, the Zanes. As their paths cross and their fates intertwine in an exquisite high drama that blurs the lines between realism and myth, we travel with them from lavish weddings to the transglobal underworld; from London and New York to Laos and Istanbul; and we watch as the mighty Zane dynasty slips from greatness. Mendelsohn captures the emotional worlds of these characters with visceral immediacy, and transforms their private narratives into a larger story about the forces of globalization, human trafficking, and sexual violence. Gripping and psychologically acute, Burning Down the House is an extraordinary family saga that limns the inescapable connections between the personal and the political.
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1They always celebrated important family events out of town, usually in another country. Here they were in a black car as it sped along the highway, now turning onto a side road, disappearing and emerging from under trees like a blinking light on a Global Positioning System screen moving across a continent. The tinted windows flickering with shadows and reflections, sparks dancing against the glass. From the outside, the family riding in the car was difficult to understand, the way the movements of a fire, even when viewed within the safe confines of a fireplace, seem random and uncontrolled. However, inside, from amid the licking flames of its interlocking relationships, the Zane family made its own fantastical sense. All families are complicated, but because their connections constitute the primary reality that its members know, some families create a world that to them is more comprehensible than the world itself.
From the point of view of the fire in the fireplace, the living room appears extraordinary, disorienting, and obscure. And the unexpected lashings of the blaze feel comfortable, ordinary, and known.
This time Jonathan had flown his driver over, so Vlad was taking Jonathan, Miranda, and Alix from the airstrip to the house in the same car. It was awkward for Alix because she had been conscious of the tension between her brother and his fiancée ever since they had begun their journey and they had been journeying for a long time: from New York to London, and then from London on a smaller plane, and now in this sedan, here, on a road in the British countryside lined with ancient trees whose branches and leaves so loose and careless reminded Alix of one of Jonathan s silk ties, flung casually over his shoulder as it was at this very moment. She sat next to Miranda, while Jonathan had opted to sit up front with Vlad. Alix and Jonathan had two much-younger half brothers, nine-year-old twins, and Miranda had recently discovered that Jonathan was
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sleeping with their nanny. Miranda had threatened to call off the wedding, was still threatening, convincingly, to leave tomorrow and head to Sardinia where some friends had a place, but Jonathan had talked her into coming this far and now here she was sitting in the backseat being driven to the manor house which Jonathan s family had rented for the occasion. Her eyes were red, but she was in possession of her usual perfect haircut and amused expression. Alix had no idea what Miranda was thinking, but she knew that Miranda was capable of impulsivity and in this case maybe bolting was the rational thing to do in spite of her preternaturally still surface. Miranda was like a big cat. Composed, she looked out the window at an angle which almost touched her disembodied yet vivid reflection and which made it appear to Alix as though her brother s betrayed fiancée were in the middle of having a quiet conversation with herself.
Alix thinks that it is too late. Too late for her to have any kind of life other than this life dictated by her family circumstances, defined by these people trapped inside their pain. She does not believe as she rides in the car on the way to her brother s wedding that anything can grow other than these old green trees which line the road. She is waiting for Ian, for the friend who knows her, who represents a time when she believed that things might grow. She sits in the car and waits for Ian.
Vlad, said Jonathan, could you pull over for a minute?
Thanks.
The rush of green coming at Alix made her eyes blur. So much beauty outside, so much misery in the car.
Thanks, said Jonathan. And now that we ve stopped would you mind getting out for minute? Just to give us some privacy. You ve got an umbrella, right?
Vlad nodded and reached down for his umbrella and opened the car door and stepped out and stood b
Alix thinks that it is too late. Too late for her to have any kind of life other than this life dictated by her family circumstances, defined by these people trapped inside their pain. She does not believe as she rides in the car on the way to her brother s wedding that anything can grow other than these old green trees which line the road. She is waiting for Ian, for the friend who knows her, who represents a time when she believed that things might grow. She sits in the car and waits for Ian.
Vlad, said Jonathan, could you pull over for a minute?
Thanks.
The rush of green coming at Alix made her eyes blur. So much beauty outside, so much misery in the car.
Thanks, said Jonathan. And now that we ve stopped would you mind getting out for minute? Just to give us some privacy. You ve got an umbrella, right?
Vlad nodded and reached down for his umbrella and opened the car door and stepped out and stood b
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Autoren-Porträt von Jane Mendelsohn
Jane Mendelsohn is the author of three previous novels, including I Was Amelia Earhart, a New York Times best seller and a finalist for the Orange Prize; Innocence; and American Music. A graduate of Yale, she lives in New York City with her husband and children.www.janemendelsohn.com
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jane Mendelsohn
- 2017, 304 Seiten, Masse: 13,1 x 20,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: VINTAGE
- ISBN-10: 1101911190
- ISBN-13: 9781101911198
- Erscheinungsdatum: 03.02.2017
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
A powerful parable for ultra-globalized times. VogueMendelsohn has written a book for the ages. . . . This is literature of the first order. Andrew Solomon, National Book Award winning author of The Noonday Demon
Powerful. . . . Thrilling. . . . There are flashes of stunning beauty. Paste
Oracular, dazzling. . . . Gorgeous, feverishly imaginative. Booklist (starred review)
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