Weather
(Sprache: Englisch)
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From the beloved author of the nationwide best seller Dept. of Speculation comes a "darkly funny and urgent" (NPR) tour de force about a family, and a nation, in crisis.
Lizzie works in the library of a university...
Lizzie works in the library of a university...
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From the beloved author of the nationwide best seller Dept. of Speculation comes a "darkly funny and urgent" (NPR) tour de force about a family, and a nation, in crisis.Lizzie works in the library of a university where she was once a promising graduate student. Her side hustle is answering the letters that come in to Hell and High Water, the doom-laden podcast hosted by her former mentor. At first it suits her, this chance to practice her other calling as an unofficial shrink—she has always played this role to her divorced mother and brother recovering from addiction—but soon Lizzie finds herself struggling to strike the obligatory note of hope in her responses. The reassuring rhythms of her life as a wife and mother begin to falter as her obsession with disaster psychology and people preparing for the end of the world grows. A marvelous feat of compression, a mix of great feeling and wry humor, Weather is an electrifying encounter with one of the most gifted writers at work today.
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OneIn the morning, the one who is mostly enlightened comes in. There are stages and she is in the second to last, she thinks. This stage can be described only by a Japanese word. Bucket of black paint, it means.
I spend some time pulling books for the doomed adjunct. He has been working on his dissertation for eleven years. I give him reams of copy paper. Binder clips and pens. He is writing about a philosopher I have never heard of. He is minor, but instrumental, he told me. Minor but instrumental!
But last night, his wife put a piece of paper on the fridge. Is what you re doing right now making money? it said.
The man in the shabby suit does not want his fines lowered. He is pleased to contribute to our institution. The blond girl whose nails are bitten to the quick stops by after lunch and leaves with a purse full of toilet paper.
I brave a theory about vaccinations and another about late capitalism. Do you ever wish you were thirty again? asks the lonely heart engineer. No, never, I say. I tell him that old joke about going backward.
We don t serve time travelers here.
A time traveler walks into the bar.
On the way home, I pass the lady who sells whirling things. Sometimes when the students are really stoned, they ll buy them. No takers today, she says. I pick out one for Eli. It s blue and white, but blurs to blue in the wind. Don t forget quarters, I remember.
At the bodega, Mohan gives me a roll of them. I admire his new cat, but he tells me it just wandered in. He will keep it though because his wife no longer loves him.
I wish you were a real shrink, my husband says.
Then we d be rich.
Henry s late. And this after I took a car service so I wouldn t be. When I finally spot him, he s drenched. No coat, no umbrella. He stops at the corner, gives change to the woman in the trash- bag poncho.
My brother told me once that he missed drugs because they made the world stop calling to him.
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Fair enough, I said. We were at the supermarket. All around us things tried to announce their true nature. But their radiance was faint and fainter still beneath the terrible music.
I try to get him warmed up quickly: soup, coffee. He looks good, I think. Clear- eyed. The waitress makes a new pot, flirts with him. People used to stop my mother on the street. What a waste, they d say. Eyelashes like that on a boy!
So now we have extra bread. I eat three pieces while my brother tells me a story about his NA meeting. A woman stood up and started ranting about antidepressants. What upset her most was that people were not disposing of them properly. They tested worms in the city sewers and found they contained high concentrations of Paxil and Prozac.
When birds ate these worms, they stayed closer to home, made more elaborate nests, but appeared unmotivated to mate. But were they happier? I ask him. Did they get more done in a given day?
The window in our bedroom is open. You can see the moon if you lean out and crane your neck. The Greeks thought it was the only heavenly object similar to Earth. Plants and animals fifteen times stronger than our own inhabited it.
My son comes in to show me something. It looks like a pack of gum, but it s really a trick. When you try to take a piece, a metal spring snaps down on your finger. It hurts more than you think, he warns me.
Ow.
I tell him to look out the window. That s a wax-ing crescent, Eli says. He knows as much now about the moon as he ever will, I suspect. At his old school, they taught him a song to remember all its phases. Sometimes
I try to get him warmed up quickly: soup, coffee. He looks good, I think. Clear- eyed. The waitress makes a new pot, flirts with him. People used to stop my mother on the street. What a waste, they d say. Eyelashes like that on a boy!
So now we have extra bread. I eat three pieces while my brother tells me a story about his NA meeting. A woman stood up and started ranting about antidepressants. What upset her most was that people were not disposing of them properly. They tested worms in the city sewers and found they contained high concentrations of Paxil and Prozac.
When birds ate these worms, they stayed closer to home, made more elaborate nests, but appeared unmotivated to mate. But were they happier? I ask him. Did they get more done in a given day?
The window in our bedroom is open. You can see the moon if you lean out and crane your neck. The Greeks thought it was the only heavenly object similar to Earth. Plants and animals fifteen times stronger than our own inhabited it.
My son comes in to show me something. It looks like a pack of gum, but it s really a trick. When you try to take a piece, a metal spring snaps down on your finger. It hurts more than you think, he warns me.
Ow.
I tell him to look out the window. That s a wax-ing crescent, Eli says. He knows as much now about the moon as he ever will, I suspect. At his old school, they taught him a song to remember all its phases. Sometimes
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Autoren-Porträt von Jenny Offill
JENNY OFFILL is the author of the novels Last Things (a New York Times Notable Book of the Year and a finalist for the Los Angeles Times First Fiction Award) and Dept. of Speculation, which was shortlisted for the Folio Prize, the Pen-Faulkner Award, and the International Dublin Literary Award. She lives in upstate New York and teaches at Syracuse University and in the low-residency program at Queens University.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jenny Offill
- 2021, International, 224 Seiten, Maße: 13,2 x 20,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: VINTAGE
- ISBN-10: 0345806905
- ISBN-13: 9780345806901
- Erscheinungsdatum: 27.01.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Genius. . . . Remarkable and resonant. . . . The right novel for the end of the world. Los Angeles Times
Tiny in size but immense in scope, radically disorienting yet reassuringly humane, strikingly eccentric and completely irresistible. . . . Luminous.
The Boston Globe
Brilliant. . . . Offill s writing is often brisk and comic, and her book s format underlines her gifts. . . . Weather is her most soulful book. . . . Offill s humor is saving humor; it s as if she s splashing vinegar to deglaze a pan.
The New York Times Book Review
Darkly funny and urgent. . . . Offill is a master of the glancing blow.
NPR
"Jenny Offill is the master of novels told in sly, burnished fragments. . . . In Offill s hands, the form becomes something new . . . a method of distilling experience into its brightest, most blazing forms atoms of intense feeling. . . . These fragments feel like: teeming worlds suspended in white space, entire novels condensed into paragraphs. . . . What she is doing is coming as close as anyone ever has to writing the very nature of being itself."
Parul Sehgal, The New York Times
Weather holds its own with the strongest examples of the new non-speculative climate fiction. It has the feel of a classic, the kind of book that future humans will read in order to figure out what people were thinking in the early decades of the twenty-first century.
Los Angeles Review of Books
Glorious, dizzying, disconcerting and often laugh-out-loud hysterical.
USA Today
Time flies by in this wry story of a family librarian Lizzie, her classics buff husband, their son, and her brother, a recovering addict. Apocalypse (climate and otherwise) looms over the narrative, and yet it is funny and hopeful too.
Vanity Fair
[Weather] solidifies the author's place among the vanguard of writers who are reinvigorating literature.
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O, The Oprah Magazine
Compact and wholly contemporary, Jenny Offill s third novel sees a librarian find deep meaning and deep despair in her side gig as an armchair therapist for those in existential crisis. . . . A canny, comic story about the power of human need.
Esquire
An eerily realistic reflection on what it feels like to exist in a bubble of nonstop information.
Time
A beach read for those who like to worry about the beaches. . . . This is a pre-apocalyptic novel, and its subject is dread, not disaster.
The Nation
Like a sort of literary shadow box, the novel collects images and instances from the past few years, with the 2016 election as a clarifying point in this picture of a fraught and fragmenting world. . . . One of the wonders of Offill s writing is that her light touch lets us glimpse the very real dread lurking underneath.
Minneapolis Star Tribune
Offill has achieved the near impossible. She has made grappling with the climate crisis not only important and challenging but also, a tough assignment, entertaining.
The Toronto Star
Another perfectly wonderful trip inside the mind of Jenny Offill. . . . [Her] fiction is such a pleasure to read. . . . The funniness of many of her sentences indicates how precisely she calibrates them.
Slate
Compact and wholly contemporary, Jenny Offill s third novel sees a librarian find deep meaning and deep despair in her side gig as an armchair therapist for those in existential crisis. . . . A canny, comic story about the power of human need.
Esquire
An eerily realistic reflection on what it feels like to exist in a bubble of nonstop information.
Time
A beach read for those who like to worry about the beaches. . . . This is a pre-apocalyptic novel, and its subject is dread, not disaster.
The Nation
Like a sort of literary shadow box, the novel collects images and instances from the past few years, with the 2016 election as a clarifying point in this picture of a fraught and fragmenting world. . . . One of the wonders of Offill s writing is that her light touch lets us glimpse the very real dread lurking underneath.
Minneapolis Star Tribune
Offill has achieved the near impossible. She has made grappling with the climate crisis not only important and challenging but also, a tough assignment, entertaining.
The Toronto Star
Another perfectly wonderful trip inside the mind of Jenny Offill. . . . [Her] fiction is such a pleasure to read. . . . The funniness of many of her sentences indicates how precisely she calibrates them.
Slate
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