Fb2 Swimming Home ePub
by Deborah Levy
|Publisher:||And Other Stories; 1St Edition edition (October 1, 2011)|
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Deborah Levy's novel of anxiety and control unnerves John Self. The familiar elements in Swimming Home are a middle-class holiday, two families sharing a villa, and a stranger coming into their lives.
Deborah Levy's novel of anxiety and control unnerves John Self. The risk of cosy familiarity seems great – the usual conflicts, the expected twists – but the result is something spiky and unsettling. In south-east France in July 1994, Joe and Isabel Jacobs are staying with their 14-year-old daughter Nina and another couple.
Introduced by Tom McCarthy. If the setting and plot of Swimming Home are borrowed, almost ironically, from the staid -on-holiday novel, all similarities end there. To Sadie and Leila, so dear, always. The book’s real drama plays out through blue sugar mice who scuttle from candy stalls into nightmares; or stones with holes in that turn into voyeuristic (or myopic) telescopes, then lethal weights, then, simply, holes. What holds this kaleidoscopic narrative together, even as it tears its characters apart, is – in classical Freudian fashion – desire: desire and its inseparable flip side, the death drive.
Deborah Levy, Swimming Home. Clemens Meyer, All the Lights. translated from the German by Katy Derbyshire. Juan Pablo Villalobos, Down the Rabbit Hole. translated from the Spanish by Rosalind Harvey. Title: Swimming Home. Author: Deborah Levy. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transported in any form by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of the publisher.
From the first brief chapters of Deborah Levy’s spare, disturbing and frequently funny novel, which was a. .As we continue reading, we realize that Swimming Home is unlike anything but itself.
From the first brief chapters of Deborah Levy’s spare, disturbing and frequently funny novel, which was a finalist for this year’s Man Booker Prize, we sense that things will turn out badly - for the nude interloper as well as for the villa guests. Its originality lies in its ellipses, its patterns and repetitions, in what it discloses and reveals, and in the peculiar curio cabinet Levy has constructed: a collection of objects and details that disclose more about these fictional men and women than they are willing, or able, to tell us about themselves.
Swimming Home is a novel by British writer Deborah Levy, published on 10 September 2012. The short novel deals with the experiences of poet Joe Jacobs, when his family vacation is interrupted by a fanatical reader
Swimming Home is a novel by British writer Deborah Levy, published on 10 September 2012. The short novel deals with the experiences of poet Joe Jacobs, when his family vacation is interrupted by a fanatical reader. Critical reception for the novel was generally favourable. On 25 July 2012 the book was longlisted for the Man Booker Prize, and on 11 September that year it was shortlisted. It was shortlisted for the Jewish Quarterly-Wingate Prize (2013).
Reading Deborah Levy’s Swimming Home is as unsettling as skating across a thinly frozen pond . witty right up until it’s unbearably sad. New Yorker.
Swimming Home is a subversive page-turner, a merciless gaze at the insidious harm that depression can have on apparently stable, well-turned-out people. Set in a summer villa, the story is tautly structured, taking place over a single week in which a group of beautiful, flawed tourists in the French Riviera come loose at the seams. Deborah Levy's writing combines linguistic virtuosity, technical brilliance and a strong sense of what it means to be alive. Swimming Home represents a new direction for a major writer.
He usually bought it from the driver who dropped the immigrant cleaners at the tourist villas, but they were organising a strike
He usually bought it from the driver who dropped the immigrant cleaners at the tourist villas, but they were organising a strike. e had spent the night preparing for it. Jurgen’s cottage was owned by Rita Dwighter but not yet ‘restored’ and he wanted to keep it that way. Sometimes he threw heavy objects at the walls in the hope that it would become unrestorable and keep its status as the ugly dysfunctional child in Rita Dwighter’s family of properties. Now he was huddled over Claude’s mobile phone