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Fr. 37.10
Martin Amis
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Zusatztext "Satirical and tender! funny and disturbing...wonderful." ?Michiko Kakutani! The New York Times "With The Information ! Amis delivers a portrait of middle-age realignment with more verbal felicity and unbridled reach than [anyone] since Tom Wolfe forged Bonfire of the Vanities ." ? Houston Chronicle " The Information contains some of the most pleasantly wicked passages Amis has ever written.... Vicious fun." ? San Francisco Chronicle Informationen zum Autor MARTIN AMIS is the author of 15 novels—among them Zone of Interest, London Fields, Time’s Arrow, The Information, and Night Train —along with the memoir Experience, the novelized self-portrait Inside Story , two collections of stories, and seven nonfiction books. He died in 2023. Klappentext Fame, envy, lust, violence, intrigues literary and criminal--they're all here in The Information. How does one writer hurt another writer? This is the question novelist Richard Tull mills over, for his friend Gwyn Barry has become a darling of book buyers, award committees, and TV interviewers, even as Tull himself sinks deeper into the sub-basement of literary failure. The only way out of this predicament, Tull believes, is the plot the demise of Barry. "With The Information, Amis delivers a portrait of middle-age realignment with more verbal felicity and unbridled reach than [anyone] since Tom Wolfe forged Bonfire of the Vanities."--Houston Chronicle Leseprobe Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing. It's nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that . . . Swing low in your weep ship, with your tear scans and your sob probes, and you would mark them. Women-and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, exes, nemeses-will wake and turn to these men and ask, with female need-to-know, "What is it?" And the men say, "Nothing. No it isn't anything really. Just sad dreams." Just sad dreams. Yeah: oh sure. Just sad dreams. Or something like that. Richard Tull was crying in his sleep. The woman beside him, his wife, Gina, woke and turned. She moved up on him from behind and laid hands on his pale and straining shoulders. There was a professionalism in her blinks and frowns and whispers: like the person at the poolside, trained in first aid; like the figure surging in on the blood-smeared macadam, a striding Christ of mouth-to-mouth. She was a woman. She knew so much more about tears than he did. She didn't know about Swift's juvenilia, or Wordsworth's senilia, or how Cressida had variously fared at the hands of Boccaccio, of Chaucer, of Robert Henryson, of Shakespeare; she didn't know Proust. But she knew tears. Gina had tears cold. "What is it?" she said. Richard raised a bent arm to his brow. The sniff he gave was complicated, orchestral. And when he sighed you could hear the distant seagulls falling through his lungs. "Nothing. It isn't anything. Just sad dreams." Or something like that. After a while she too sighed and turned over, away from him. There in the night their bed had the towelly smell of marriage. He awoke at six, as usual. He needed no alarm clock. He was already comprehensively alarmed. Richard Tull felt tired, and not just underslept. Local tiredness was up there above him-the kind of tiredness that sleep might lighten-but there was something else up there over and above it. And beneath it. That greater tiredness was not so local. It was the tiredness of time lived, with its days and days. It was the tiredness of gravity-gravity, which wants you down there in the center of the earth. That greater tiredness was here to stay: and get heavier. No nap or cuppa would ever lighten it. Richard couldn't remember crying in the night. Now his eyes were dry and open. He was in a terrible state-that of con...
Product details
Authors | Martin Amis |
Publisher | Vintage USA |
Languages | English |
Product format | Paperback / Softback |
Released | 19.03.1996 |
EAN | 9780679735731 |
ISBN | 978-0-679-73573-1 |
No. of pages | 384 |
Dimensions | 132 mm x 205 mm x 20 mm |
Series |
Vintage International Vintage International |
Subject |
Fiction
> Narrative literature
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