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Imprint: Jonathan Cape
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Published: 27/08/2020
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ISBN: 9781787332201
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Length: 272 Pages
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Dimensions: 216mm x 135mm x 135mm
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Weight: 270g
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RRP: £14.99
**SHORTLISTED FOR THE STAUNCH BOOK PRIZE 2020**
A triumphant blend of horror, suspense and pitch-black comedy, from the Booker-shortlisted author of Eileen and My Year of Rest and Relaxation
While on her daily walk with her dog in the nearby woods, our protagonist comes across a note, handwritten and carefully pinned to the ground with stones. Her name was Magda. Nobody will ever know who killed her. It wasn't me. Here is her dead body.
Shaky even on her best days, she is also alone, and new to this area, having moved here from her long-time home after the death of her husband, and now deeply alarmed. Her brooding about the note grows quickly into a full-blown obsession, as she explores multiple theories about who Magda was and how she met her fate. Her suppositions begin to find echoes in the real world, and the fog of mystery starts to form into a concrete and menacing shape. But is there either a more innocent explanation for all this, or a much more sinister one - one that strikes closer to home?
In this razor-sharp, chilling, and darkly hilarious novel, we must decide whether the stories we tell ourselves guide us closer to the truth or keep us further from it.
**AN EVENING STANDARD BEST BOOK TO LOOK FORWARD TO IN 2020**
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Imprint: Jonathan Cape
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Published: 27/08/2020
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ISBN: 9781787332201
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Length: 272 Pages
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Dimensions: 216mm x 135mm x 135mm
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Weight: 270g
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RRP: £14.99
Reviews
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A masterclass in suspense.
Economist
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Moshfegh is one of the most original and astute young novelists working today.
Orlando Bird, Daily Telegraph
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Routinely hailed as one of the most exciting young American authors working today... Her work takes dirty realism and makes it filthier. But it is is also beautiful...the depravity of her material matched by the purity and precision of her prose.
Lisa Allardice, Guardian
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Ottessa Moshfegh's Death in Her Hands is a new kind of murder mystery... The work of a writer who is, like Henry James or Vladimir Nabokov, touched by both genius and cruelty... Like a surgeon, or a serial killer, Moshfegh flenses her characters, and her readers, until all that's left is a void. It's the amused contemplation of that void that gives rise to the dark exhilaration of her work -- its wayward beauty, its comedy, and its horror.
Kevin Power, New Yorker
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Much more than a whodunnit... This is a story about what might happen when a woman takes charge... A glorious visceral mystery... Moshfegh is as wise and wild as Ali Smith or Rebecca Solnit, and as gifted a scribe of nature as Annie Dillard or Thoreau.
Melissa Katsoulis, The Times
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Ottessa Moshfegh's postmodern whodunit...burnishes Moshfegh's claim as one of the most distinctive American writers around.
Johanna Thomas-Corr, Observer
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[Death in Her Hands] cracks open like a matryoshka doll, revealing multiple tales within... Its dark, devious portrait of the troubled psychology of a lonely, stymied woman makes a mark all of its own.
Lucy Scholes, Financial Times
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[A] brilliant off-kilter detective story... An eerie, affecting read.
Eithne Farry, Sunday Express
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Clever, dark, funny... A gripping story.
Susannah Butter, Evening Standard
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There is an unspoken fascination in those we find abhorrent and Moshfegh writes these women with wit and intrigue, treading a fine line between shocking realism and the absurd.
Ellen Peirson-Hagger, New Statesman
