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"I have been stalking my husband's lover", claims Terry Spera, the obsessive, humorously edgy narrator of this intelligent and highly erotic tour de force, an auspicious debut novel The Washington Post hailed as "wonderfully impressive." Literally following in the footsteps of the young woman with whom she is certain her husband is having an affair, Terry eventually enters Yvonne's apartment, her closet, her medicine cabinet--and her life. As she strives to maintain a semblance of normalcy with her husband, Mark, a SoHo art dealer, Terry, and the reader, veer from certainty to uncertainty. Is Mark really having an affair?With breathless energy, a deeply engaging voice, and a searing sensuality, Donna Masini illuminates the dim and fragmented terrain of a woman's inner life with the wit and passion of a dazzling literary talent. About Yvonne is a compelling, witty, beautifully written story of New York at the end of this century and of a woman at the end of her rope. Inga biblioteksbeskrivningar kunde hittas. |
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Google Books — Laddar... GenrerMelvil Decimal System (DDC)813.54Literature English (North America) American fiction 20th Century 1945-1999Klassifikation enligt LCBetygMedelbetyg:
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The story (and its all on the back of the book) is that an English professor who is both beauteous, well-off and happily-married suspects her husband is having an affair. She becomes obsessed with the other woman and the story swings between her Catholic faith, extremely unlikely family, her lover (!), her therapist to whom she lies, al-anon meetings although she is neither an alcoholic nor an enabler, and her time breaking into and stealing from the other woman's apartment which the other woman never notices. In the final scene where she is confronted by our 'heroine' who has on her clothes (she doesn't notice), has her bag, two sets of her keys, has left a takeaway in her apartment, and is slapping her about, she just dismisses the whole thing because she is a WASP and doesn't want to make a scene with the police, just get home for Christmas. Geez...
The heroine is physically like the author, also Italian-American, Catholic and a poet, and one wonders if this book is some sort of revenge on the 'other woman' or her husband? If so, it doesn't work, one feels nothing but sympathy for anyone who has to deal with this psychopathic woman who never once displays any empathy with another character and lashes out like a hurt child at everyone, but finds her own, similar, behaviour, quite acceptable. I wonder just how autobiographical this book is?
Fascinating for true, fascinatingly bad. The sort of book where if you'd made a paperclip chain instead you would have felt you'd wasted your time less.
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