Introducing a dazzling new literary voice--a wholly original novel as groundbreaking as the works of Eimear McBride and Max Porter.Something has happened to Peach. Staggering around the town streets in the aftermath of an assault, Peach feels a trickle of blood down her legs, a lingering smell of her anonymous attacker on her skin. It hurts to walk, but she manages to make her way to her home, where she stumbles into another oddly nightmarish reality: Her parents can't seem to comprehend that anything has happened to their daughter.The next morning, Peach tries to return to the routines of her ordinary life, going to classes, spending time with her boyfriend, Green, trying to find comfort in the thought of her upcoming departure for college. And yet, as Peach struggles through the next few days, she is stalked by the memories of her unacknowledged trauma. Sleeping is hard when she is haunted by the glimpses of that stranger's gaping mouth. Working is hard when her assailant's rancid smell still fills her nostrils. Eating is impossible when her stomach is swollen tight as a drum. Though she tries to close her eyes to what has happened, Peach at last begins to understand the drastic, gruesome action she must take.In this astonishing debut, Emma Glass articulates the unspeakable with breathtaking verve. Intensely physical, with rhythmic, visceral prose, Peach marks the arrival of a visionary new voice....
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An intense and experimental novella about the aftermath of a sexual assault and the impact it has on the victim. I think the style worked partly because the book isn't very long - just 98 pages. I wouldn't say I enjoyed this, but it is definitely memorable. Don't take the cautions on the graphic nature of this lightly, either.
4.5 rounded to 4.
Something terrible has happened to Peach, but she just wants life to go back to normal.
Something terrible has happened to Peach, but her parents are too wrapped up in themselves and their new baby to notice it.
Something terrible has happened to Peach, so she cleans herself up and self-administers stitches, tries to ignore the stench of meat and oil that follows her everywhere, tries to ignore flashbacks of a strangers gaping mouth and sausage fingers.
This short powerful book is ...more
I still can’t believe that this is Emma Glass’s debut novel. I can’t get the imagery from her experimental prose out of my head and I read this one in January! (Sorry it has taken me over to get around to writing a review for it) I can definitely see this one making my best of 2018 list. I know that is bold to say this early in the year, but I truly loved this little gem.
Before reading on, I just want to give you a trigger warning for sexual assault.
This story follows a teenage girl, Peach, af ...more
This short novella does not ease you in gently, the first lines hit you like a train
Thick sticky sticky wet ragged wool winding round the wounds, stitching the sliced skin together as I walk, scraping my mittened hand against the wall, Rough red bricks ripping the wool. Ripping the skin. Rough red skin.
Slowly we realise that this is the aftermath of a rape and the girl, Peach, is attempting to reach home, to safety, to assess her injuries and get clean.
The rest of the novella continues in a simi ...more
La carne è un libro sorprendente. Una storia che è una voce, una voce che diventa disagio.
Il surreale e il perturbante al servizio del racconto, per dettagliare ogni aspetto e anfratto della paura.
Sometimes reading quotes by authors I admire on the jackets of new books can very accurately indicate the experience I’m about to have. In this case, Emma Glass’ debut “Peach” comes festooned with a string of quotes by prominent authors from George Saunders who calls this a “dark poetic myth” to Laline Paull who describes how this book “shares literary DNA with Gertrude Stein, Herbert Selby Jr and Eimear McBride.” These get at the unusual quality of Glass’ writing, but this book’s radical style ...more
- After Reading -
Yeah... so the whole time I was reading this, I thought "what the hell am I reading?" and now that I'm finished this hasn't changed much, except moving from present to past tense. What the hell did I just read?
I get the feeling this was a mental break for the main character, and a way of processing what happened to her. In order to make the most extreme of fantasies of what she would like to do to her rapist, she had to also dream up a world in which people are made up of variou ...more