Mcglue
by OTTESS MOSHFEGH /
2017 / English / Kindle
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Selected for the inaugural Fence Modern Prize in Prose by
Rivka Galchen.
Selected for the inaugural Fence Modern Prize in Prose by
Rivka Galchen.
"Short-fiction genius Ottessa Moshfegh's first novel is a
gorgeously sordid story of love and murder on the high seas and
in reeky corners of mid-nineteenth-century New York and points
North.
"Short-fiction genius Ottessa Moshfegh's first novel is a
gorgeously sordid story of love and murder on the high seas and
in reeky corners of mid-nineteenth-century New York and points
North.McGlue
McGlue is a wonderwork of virtuoso prose and
truths that will make you squirm and concur."—Gary Lutz
is a wonderwork of virtuoso prose and
truths that will make you squirm and concur."—Gary Lutz
Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue is in the hold, still too
drunk to be sure of name or situation or orientation—he may
have killed a man. That man may have been his best friend.
Intolerable memory accompanies sobriety. A-sail on the high
seas of literary tradition, Ottessa Moshfegh gives us a nasty
heartless blackguard on a knife-sharp voyage through the fogs
of recollection.
Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue is in the hold, still too
drunk to be sure of name or situation or orientation—he may
have killed a man. That man may have been his best friend.
Intolerable memory accompanies sobriety. A-sail on the high
seas of literary tradition, Ottessa Moshfegh gives us a nasty
heartless blackguard on a knife-sharp voyage through the fogs
of recollection.They said I've done something wrong? . . . And they've just
left me down here to starve. They'll see this inanition and be
so damned they'll fall to my feet and pass up hot cross buns
slathered in fresh butter and beg I forgive them. All of them .
. . : the entire world one by one. Like a good priest I'll pat
their heads and nod. I'll dunk my skull into a barrel of
gin.
They said I've done something wrong? . . . And they've just
left me down here to starve. They'll see this inanition and be
so damned they'll fall to my feet and pass up hot cross buns
slathered in fresh butter and beg I forgive them. All of them .
. . : the entire world one by one. Like a good priest I'll pat
their heads and nod. I'll dunk my skull into a barrel of
gin.Ottessa Moshfegh
Ottessa Moshfegh was awarded the 2013 Plimpton Discovery
Prize for her stories in the
was awarded the 2013 Plimpton Discovery
Prize for her stories in theParis Review
Paris Review and a creative
writing fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts.
She is currently a Wallace Stegner fellow at Stanford, and
lives in Oakland, California.
and a creative
writing fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts.
She is currently a Wallace Stegner fellow at Stanford, and
lives in Oakland, California.