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Nicholas Royle

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Facing the disarray and disorientation around his father's death, a man contends with the strange and haunting power of the house his parents once lived in.He sets about the mundane yet exhausting process of sorting through the remnants of his father's life -- clearing away years of accumulated objects, unearthing forgotten memories and the haunted realms of everyday life. At the same time, he embarks on an eccentric side-project. And as he grows increasingly obsessed with this new project, his grip on reality seems to slip.Nicholas Royle challenges and experiments with literary form to forge a new mode of storytelling that is both playful and inquisitive. Tender, absorbing and at times shockingly funny, this extraordinary novel is both mystery and love story. It confronts the mad hand of grief while embracing the endless possibilities of language.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2011

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Praise for Quilt

‘A book of mythological power. Quilt is unforgettable, like all those great pieces of fiction that are fed by our immemorial root system, the human dream of metamorphosis.’

Hélène Cixous

 

‘It is quiet, lapidary, and teases out the tangled filaments that link figuration to fact and insight to feeling with the unnerving stealth of a submarine predator.’

Will Self

 

‘An intense study of grief and mental disintegration, a lexical celebration and a psychological conundrum… Royle explores loss and alienation perceptively and inventively.’

The Guardian

 

‘Royle’s baroque, athletic prose… confers a strong sense of the “strangeness” of English, “which, after all, belongs to no one” and should be continually reinvented… Moments of delightfully eccentric humour and impressive linguistic experimentalism.’

The Observer

 

‘A work of remarkable imaginative energy.’

Frank Kermode

 

‘It is in those commonplace moments at the end of a life… moments which Nicholas Royle describes with such piercing accuracy, when this novel is truly at its strangest.’

Times Literary Supplement

 

‘What deceptively begins as a more or less realistic piece of autobiographical fiction evolves into an astonishing narrative that puts into question the very notion of everyday reality. A highly readable and stunningly original experiment in literary form.’

Leo Bersani

 

‘Captures the absolute dislocating strangeness of bereavement. While the novel is bursting with inventive wordplay, Royle’s use of language is most agile and beautiful in his descriptions of rays… The shifts in point of view have a sort of fairground quality to them, suddenly lurching, demanding your compliance, but it is the way the storyline ultimately develops that takes the breath away.’

New Statesman

 

‘Quilt is one of those books I long for but come across rarely… It is strange, surprising, sui generis… with its overturning qualities, its ability to stick in the head while resisting resolution, and its determination not to leave the reader feeling that the end of the text is the end of the reading experience. What my reading life needs – what the literary world needs – is more Quilts and fewer comfort blankets.’

John Self, The Asylum

 

‘An experimental and studied look at mourning… Playful, clever and perceptive.’

Big Issue

 

‘Subtle and eloquent writing… an intelligent and lyrical account of mourning, madness and manta rays.’

Times Higher Education

 

‘An inventive, risky piece of writing, which succeeds because of the way in which it combines flights of imagination with the sense of a powerful emotional reality.’

The Hungry Reader

 

‘An experiment, a curiosity… a stirring manifesto addressing the future of the novel itself.’

Booksquawk

Praise for An English Guide to Birdwatching

‘A daring novel, both wickedly playful and deeply touching.’

Alison Moore

 

‘A compelling investigation of the nature of writing and the writing of nature. I ended it moved in ways I could not explain.’

Robert Macfarlane

 

‘An ambitious and far-reaching work that tackles many subjects... but most of all, it’s about language: how vocabulary, tone, emphasis, linguistic provenance, double meanings, even rhythm define the way we consume every aspect of life... It’s also sexy, funny and, in quieter moments, very touching. There is heartfelt writing here... we come to think about the nature of love, and about our taking for granted the world beyond language; the sea, the sky, and the birds. Marvellous.’

Big Issue

 

‘A mischievous, comic and inventive literary achevement.’

Booktime

 

‘This is a novel operating at the outer edges of the form, deep in the avant- garde... [Royle] creates fictions that are dense with meaning, highly allusive, both playful and profound. Playing brilliantly in the fertile ground between fiction and memoir, An English Guide to Birdwatching is Rachel Cusk rewritten by Georges Bataille, full of strange sex, sudden violence and surreal twists. Illuminated throughout with gorgeous illustrations by Natalia Gasson, this is a novel that will charm, unsettle and baffle in equal measure.’

Alex Preston, Financial Times

 

‘A metafictional fever dream.’

Guardian

For Jinan

Then certain Shrouds that muttered head to head Came and were gone.

W. B. Yeats

Contents

Praise for QuiltPraise for An English Guide to BirdwatchingTitle PageDedicationEpigraphPart OnePart TwoPart ThreeAFTERWORD: AdvertisementAbout the AuthorBy the same authorCopyright

Part One

In the middle of the night the phone rings, over and over, but I don’t hear it. First it is the hospital, then the police.

– These things happen from time to time, my father says.

He is lying on the bed, his single bed alongside the other which, still made up, was my mother’s, dying two years earlier, and the covers are off and I am trying to get him up and dressed, ready for hospital, but I’m weeping. Tears are streaming down my face making it difficult to see. Unenvisaged, embarrassing. Until now I have managed to remain quite calm, like him. I discussed the case over the phone with the doctor and agreed the best thing would be to get him into hospital where they could make him more comfortable.

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Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!