The Guest
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
NATIONAL BESTSELLER • A young woman pretends to be someone she isn’t in this “spellbinding” (Vogue), “smoldering” (The Washington Post) novel by the New York Times bestselling author of The Girls.
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NATIONAL BESTSELLER • A young woman pretends to be someone she isn’t in this “spellbinding” (Vogue), “smoldering” (The Washington Post) novel by the New York Times bestselling author of The Girls.“Under Cline’s command, every sentence as sharp as a scalpel, a woman toeing the line between welcome and unwelcome guest becomes a fully destabilizing force.”—The New York Times
LONGLISTED FOR THE PEN/FAULKNER AWARD • A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR: The New Yorker, Time, NPR, The Washington Post, Financial Times, Harper’s Bazaar, Elle, Vogue, Glamour, Newsweek, Good Housekeeping, Slate, Time Out, Chicago Public Library, Electric Lit, Bookreporter
“Alex drained her wineglass, then her water glass. The ocean looked calm, a black darker than the sky. A ripple of anxiety made her palms go damp. It seemed suddenly very tenuous to believe that anything would stay hidden, that she could successfully pass from one world to another.”
Summer is coming to a close on the East End of Long Island, and Alex is no longer welcome.
A misstep at a dinner party, and the older man she’s been staying with dismisses her with a ride to the train station and a ticket back to the city.
With few resources and a waterlogged phone, but gifted with an ability to navigate the desires of others, Alex stays on Long Island and drifts like a ghost through the hedged lanes, gated driveways, and sun-blasted dunes of a rarefied world that is, at first, closed to her. Propelled by desperation and a mutable sense of morality, she spends the week leading up to Labor Day moving from one place to the next, a cipher leaving destruction in her wake.
Taut, propulsive, and impossible to look away from, Emma Cline’s The Guest is a spellbinding literary achievement.
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1This was August. The ocean was warm, and warmer every day.
Alex waited for a set to finish before making her way into the water, slogging through until it was deep enough to dive. A bout of strong swimming and she was out, beyond the break. The surface was calm.
From here, the sand was immaculate. The light the famous light made it all look honeyed and mild: the dark European green of the scrub trees, the dune grasses that moved in whispery Unison. The cars in the parking lot. Even the seagulls swarming a trash can.
On the shore, the towels were occupied by placid beachgoers. A man tanned to the color of expensive luggage let out a yawn, a young mother watched her children run back and forth to the waterline.
What would they see if they looked at Alex?
In the water, she was just like everyone else. Nothing strange about a young woman, swimming alone. No way to tell whether she belonged here or didn t.
When Simon had first taken her to the beach, he d kicked off his shoes at the entrance. Everyone did, apparently: there were shoes and sandals piled up by the low wood railing. No one takes them? Alex asked. Simon raised his eyebrows. Who would take someone s shoes?
But that had been Alex s immediate thought how easy it would be to take things, out here. All sorts of things. The bikes leaning against the fence. The bags unattended on towels. The cars left unlocked, no one wanting to carry their keys on the beach. A system that existed only because everyone believed they were among people like themselves.
Before Alex left for the beach, she had swallowed one of Simon s painkillers, a leftover from a long-ago back surgery, and already the familiar mental gauze had descended, the surrounding salt water another narcotic. Her heart beat pleasantly, noticeably, in her chest. Why did being in the ocean make you feel like such a good human? She floated on her back, her body moving a little in the push and pull, her eyes closed against the
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sun.
There was a party tonight, hosted by one of Simon s friends. Or a business friend all his friends were business friends. Until then, hours to waste. Simon would be working the rest of the day, Alex left to her own devices, as she had been ever since they d come out here almost two weeks now. She hadn t minded. She d gone to the beach nearly every day. Worked through Simon s painkiller stash at a steady but undetectable pace, or so she hoped. And ignored Dom s increasingly unhinged texts, which was easy enough to do. He had no idea where she was. She tried blocking his number, but he got through with new ones. She would change her number as soon as she got the chance. Dom had sent another jag that morning:
Alex
Alex
Answer me
Even if the texts still caused a lurch in her stomach, she had only to look up from the phone and it all seemed manageable. She was in Simon s house, the windows open onto pure green. Dom was in another sphere, one she could pretend no longer quite existed.
Still floating on her back, Alex opened her eyes, disoriented by the quick hit of sun. She righted herself with a glance at the shore: she was farther out than she d imagined. Much farther. How had that happened? She tried to head back in, toward the beach, but she wasn t seeming to get anywhere, her strokes eaten up by the water.
She took a breath, tried again. Her legs kicked hard. Her arms churned. It was impossible to gauge whether the shore was getting any closer. Another attempt to head straight back in, more useless swimming. The sun kept beating down, the horizon line wavered: it was all utterly indifferent.
The end here it was.
This was punishment, she was certain of it.
Strange, though, how this terror didn t last. It only passed through her, a
There was a party tonight, hosted by one of Simon s friends. Or a business friend all his friends were business friends. Until then, hours to waste. Simon would be working the rest of the day, Alex left to her own devices, as she had been ever since they d come out here almost two weeks now. She hadn t minded. She d gone to the beach nearly every day. Worked through Simon s painkiller stash at a steady but undetectable pace, or so she hoped. And ignored Dom s increasingly unhinged texts, which was easy enough to do. He had no idea where she was. She tried blocking his number, but he got through with new ones. She would change her number as soon as she got the chance. Dom had sent another jag that morning:
Alex
Alex
Answer me
Even if the texts still caused a lurch in her stomach, she had only to look up from the phone and it all seemed manageable. She was in Simon s house, the windows open onto pure green. Dom was in another sphere, one she could pretend no longer quite existed.
Still floating on her back, Alex opened her eyes, disoriented by the quick hit of sun. She righted herself with a glance at the shore: she was farther out than she d imagined. Much farther. How had that happened? She tried to head back in, toward the beach, but she wasn t seeming to get anywhere, her strokes eaten up by the water.
She took a breath, tried again. Her legs kicked hard. Her arms churned. It was impossible to gauge whether the shore was getting any closer. Another attempt to head straight back in, more useless swimming. The sun kept beating down, the horizon line wavered: it was all utterly indifferent.
The end here it was.
This was punishment, she was certain of it.
Strange, though, how this terror didn t last. It only passed through her, a
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Autoren-Porträt von Emma Cline
Emma Cline is the New York Times bestselling author of The Girls and the story collection Daddy. The Girls was a finalist for the Center for Fiction’s First Novel Prize, the National Book Critics Circle’s John Leonard Prize, and the Los Angeles Times Book Prize. It was a New York Times Editors’ Choice and the winner of the Shirley Jackson Award. Cline’s stories have been published in The New Yorker, Granta, The Paris Review, and The Best American Short Stories. She was named a Guggenheim Fellow, received the Plimpton Prize from The Paris Review and an O. Henry Award, and was chosen as one of Granta’s Best Young American Novelists.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Emma Cline
- 2023, Internationale Ausgabe, 304 Seiten, Maße: 13,6 x 20,6 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593597249
- ISBN-13: 9780593597248
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.05.2023
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Cline s writing at its very best hypnotically propulsive, viscerally disquieting, and moving in the most unpredictable ways. Financial TimesSultry and engrossing, with a note of menace, [The Guest] [is a] gorgeously smart affair whose deceptive lightness conceals strange depths and an arresting originality. The Guardian
Cline confirms her reputation as the literary prophet of women on the brink. Esquire
Pitch-perfect . . . Full of suspense and subterfuge . . . Cline has written a thriller about trying to
get by, a summer read for the precariat. The Nation
Cline quietly continues to be one of the best and most discomfiting young writers working today. Entertainment Weekly
Cline generates an impressive amount of intrigue . . . The descriptions are frequently bracing and acute, sharpened to icepicks by a stance of amoral neutrality. The Wall Street Journal
A wonderfully suspenseful examination of luxury, delusion, class and fear. Minneapolis Star-Tribune
Young, beautiful Alex is . . . a grifter wandering through a pricey, dreamlike summer playground looking for her next mark. Cline s exquisite writing makes us care in spite of ourselves. People
Enthralling . . . Who needs living when you ve got The Guest in your bag? Jezebel
Emma Cline serves glitz and unease. Vanity Fair
In her first novel since 2016 s runaway hit The Girls Emma Cline returns with another story of sex and manipulation . . . Philadelphia Inquirer
A smoldering thriller that explores desire and deception. The Washington Post
[Cline has] skill with language . . . [and] shimmering insights into complexities of womanhood and desire. Los Angeles Review of Books
Cline is a master of depicting the nefarious and atmospheric menace that often lurks adjacent to our most glittery environments, and she does so here with subdued but no less cutting aplomb.
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Vogue
Eerily captivating. Elle
Cline weaves through settings and characters with intentional disorientation, shifting ever darker, ever more suspenseful . . . Cline proves herself to be one of the boldest, most complicated writers working today. San Francisco Chronicle
Emma Cline s The Guest . . . offers a sharp, nuanced approach to an outwardly frothy premise, submerging her readers in an anxiety-ridden world where class struggle seethes under the surface. . . TIME
An intoxicating, sun-drunk work that tells the story of a hand-to-God grifter, one whose head you re both terrified of and want to bask in forever, until you wake up sunburnt to a crisp. Nylon
Galvanizing and so utterly readable. The reader, who ingests the novel s sumptuous atmosphere and the thrill of trespass captured in Cline s sharp, tense prose, is implicated alongside the protagonist. The Millions
Her odyssey of desperation and misadventures feels like Barry Lyndon for Gen Z. BuzzFeed
Will keep your blood pressure as high as if you were following a serial killer stalking their next victim. Paste
I loved every moment of The Guest: the intensity, the control, the atmosphere, the psychological escalation . . . the way it lets nobody off the hook and yet is not without deep humanity. Sam Lipsyte
The pathology brilliantly observed by The Guest would not feel so edgy if it were not perilously close to an aspirational ideal. Geoff Dyer
Eerily captivating. Elle
Cline weaves through settings and characters with intentional disorientation, shifting ever darker, ever more suspenseful . . . Cline proves herself to be one of the boldest, most complicated writers working today. San Francisco Chronicle
Emma Cline s The Guest . . . offers a sharp, nuanced approach to an outwardly frothy premise, submerging her readers in an anxiety-ridden world where class struggle seethes under the surface. . . TIME
An intoxicating, sun-drunk work that tells the story of a hand-to-God grifter, one whose head you re both terrified of and want to bask in forever, until you wake up sunburnt to a crisp. Nylon
Galvanizing and so utterly readable. The reader, who ingests the novel s sumptuous atmosphere and the thrill of trespass captured in Cline s sharp, tense prose, is implicated alongside the protagonist. The Millions
Her odyssey of desperation and misadventures feels like Barry Lyndon for Gen Z. BuzzFeed
Will keep your blood pressure as high as if you were following a serial killer stalking their next victim. Paste
I loved every moment of The Guest: the intensity, the control, the atmosphere, the psychological escalation . . . the way it lets nobody off the hook and yet is not without deep humanity. Sam Lipsyte
The pathology brilliantly observed by The Guest would not feel so edgy if it were not perilously close to an aspirational ideal. Geoff Dyer
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