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The Female Persuasion

The Female Persuasion

A Novel

von Meg Wolitzer

Taschenbuch
464 Seiten; 230 mm x 153 mm
Sprache English
2018 Penguin US; Riverhead Books
ISBN 978-0-525-53505-8
 

Besprechung

"The novel could not be any more timely, even though its length and the completeness of its world suggest to me that it must have been conceived before the recent upheavals and protests. ... The Female Persuasion has gone straight into my library of favorite novels ever, on a shelf next to David Copperfield, Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant, Lonesome Dove, and Love in the Time of Cholera." -Nick Hornby

"[The Female Persuasion's] subtle, powerfully ambivalent forays into second-wave feminism, the nature and limits of co-operative action and the intersection between the political and the personal function as depth charges whose ripples continue to rock our unstable little boats. It is a significant contribution to Wolitzer's body of work." -The Guardian

"The Female Persuasion is wonderfully dense and wise, a page-turner that succeeds both at character and ideas. It felt true to life." -Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

"A great book featuring strong, complicated, interesting female characters." -Politico

"Meg Wolitzer's knowing novel about political awakening came at the right time." -People

"Surprises await both generations of women in this smart page-turner." -USA Today

"A dynamic, sprawling novel...Wolitzer has always been expert at capturing an emotion in a single image, and in this book she luxuriates in her skill." -The Atlantic

"Meg Wolitzer is the novelist we need right now...[The Female Persuasion is] the sort of book that comes along in too few authors' careers-one that makes the writer's intellectual project snap into sharp focus, and with it, the case that their artistry is not merely enjoyable but truly important." -The Washington Post

"[Wolitzer] writes in warm, specific prose that neither calls attention to itself nor ignores the mandate of the best books: to tell us things we know in ways we never thought to know them." -The New York Times Book Review

"Uncannily timely, a prescient marriage of subject and moment that addresses a great question of the day: how feminism passes down, or not, from one generation to the next." -The New York Times

"Wolitzer is an irresistibly charming novelist, a keen, affectionate examiner of society." -The New Yorker

"A wonderfully solid book, luxuriously long and varied in an almost 19th century kind of way." -NPR

"[Wolitzer is] old-fashioned in the best sense, a spiritual descendant of writers like Elizabeth Gaskell and Charlotte Brontë. Her novels blend philosophical matters with acute social commentary, grappling with ideas as robust as the characters she brings to life." -Wall Street Journal Magazine

"Wolitzer's social commentary can be as funny as it is queasily on target." -USA Today

"Wolitzer's narrative poses difficult questions about feminism using an approach that is direct, generous, and, most importantly, not presuming there is one correct answer. A work of imagination and intelligence that deserves a wide readership." -Los Angeles Review of Books

"Wolitzer's talent as a writer shines in lines that say more in a sentence than most writers do in paragraphs...One can only hope that her readers - of the male and female persuasion - will keep the conversation going after the last page." -Associated Press

"Wolitzer's ultra-readable latest illuminates the oceanic complexity of growing up female and ambitious-and reveals the author's substantial insight into the tangles of gender and power." -Vogue

"It takes readers to that sweet spot where fiction mirrors reality . . . Filled with lighthearted moments and romantic detours, it's equal parts cotton candy and red meat, in the best way." -People

"[Wolitzer is] a keen humanist with a singular gift for social observation." -Entertainment Weekly

"Big, necessary, and utterly persuasive." -The Boston Globe

"Wolitzer's engrossing new novel, The Female Persuasion, is something of a rebel yell, slapping gender right in the title and confronting the question, What does a feminist look li

Textauszug

Greer Kadetsky met Faith Frank in October of 2006 at Ryland College, where Faith had come to deliver the Edmund and Wilhelmina Ryland Memorial Lecture; and though that night the chapel was full of students, some of them boiling over with loudmouthed commentary, it seemed astonishing but true that out of everyone there, Greer was the one to interest Faith. Greer, a freshman then at this undistinguished school in southern Connecticut, was selectively and furiously shy. She could give answers easily, but rarely opinions. "Which makes no sense, because I am stuffed with opinions. I am a piñata of opinions," she'd said to Cory during one of their nightly Skype sessions since college had separated them. She'd always been a tireless student and a constant reader, but she found it impossible to speak in the wild and free ways that other people did. For most of her life it hadn't mattered, but now it did.

So what was it about her that Faith Frank recognized and liked? Maybe, Greer thought, it was the possibility of boldness, lightly suggested in the streak of electric blue that zagged across one side of her otherwise ordinary furniture‑brown hair. But plenty of college girls had hair partially dipped the colors of frozen and spun treats found at county fairs. Maybe it was just that Faith, at sixty‑three a person of influence and a certain level of fame who had been traveling the country for decades speaking ardently about women's lives, felt sorry for eighteen‑year‑old Greer, who was hot‑faced and inarticulate that night. Or maybe Faith was automatically generous and attentive around young people who were uncomfortable in the world.

Greer didn't really know why Faith took an interest. But what she knew for sure, eventually, was that meeting Faith Frank was the thrilling beginning of everything. It would be a very long time before the unspeakable end.

She had been at college for seven weeks before Faith appeared. Much of that time, that excruciating buildup, had been spent absorbed in her own unhappiness, practically curating it. On Greer's first Friday night at Ryland, from along the dormitory halls came the grinding sounds of a collective social life forming. It soon became an ambient roar, as if there were a generator somewhere deep in the building. The class of 2010 was starting college in a time of supposed coed assertiveness-a time of female soccer stars and condoms zipped confidently inside the pocket of a purse, the ring shape pressing itself into the wrapper like a gravestone rubbing. As everyone on the third‑floor of Woolley Hall got ready to go out, Greer, who had planned on going nowhere, but instead staying in and doing the Kafka reading for her freshman literature colloquium, watched. She watched the girls standing with heads tilted and elbows jutted, pushing in earrings, and the boys aerosolizing themselves with a body spray called Stadium, which seemed to be half pine sap, half A.1. sauce. Then, overstimulated, they all fled the dorm and spread out across campus, heading toward various darkish parties that vibrated with identically shattering bass.

Woolley was old and decrepit, one of the original buildings, and the walls of Greer's room, as she'd described them to Cory the day she arrived, were "the disturbing color of hearing aids." The only people who remained there after the exodus that night were an assortment of lost, unclaimed souls. There was a boy from Iran who appeared very sad, his eyelashes clustered together in little wet starbursts. He sat in a chair in a corner of the first‑floor lounge with his computer on his lap, gazing at it mournfully. When Greer entered the lounge-her room, a rare single, was too depressing to stay in all evening, and she'd been unable to concentrate on her book-she was startled to realize that he was merely looking at his screen saver, which was a picture of his parents and sister, all of them smili


Langtext

A New York Times Bestseller

"A powerful coming-of-age story that looks at ambition, friendship, identity, desire, and power from the much-needed female lens." -Bustle

"Ultra-readable." -Vogue

From the New York Times-bestselling author of The Interestings, comes an electric novel not just about who we want to be with, but who we want to be.

To be admired by someone we admire-we all yearn for this: the private, electrifying pleasure of being singled out by someone of esteem. But sometimes it can also mean entry to a new kind of life, a bigger world.

Greer Kadetsky is a shy college freshman when she meets the woman she hopes will change her life. Faith Frank, dazzlingly persuasive and elegant at sixty-three, has been a central pillar of the women's movement for decades, a figure who inspires others to influence the world. Upon hearing Faith speak for the first time, Greer-madly in love with her boyfriend, Cory, but still full of longing for an ambition that she can't quite place-feels her inner world light up. And then, astonishingly, Faith invites Greer to make something out of that sense of purpose, leading Greer down the most exciting path of her life as it winds toward and away from her meant-to-be love story with Cory and the future she'd always imagined.

Charming and wise, knowing and witty, Meg Wolitzer delivers a novel about power and influence, ego and loyalty, womanhood and ambition. At its heart, The Female Persuasion is about the flame we all believe is flickering inside of us, waiting to be seen and fanned by the right person at the right time. It's a story about the people who guide and the people who follow (and how those roles evolve over time), and the desire within all of us to be pulled into the light.


Biografische Anmerkung zu den Verfassern

Meg Wolitzer is the New York Times -bestselling author of The Interestings , The Uncoupling , The Ten-Year Nap , The Position , The Wife , and Sleepwalking . She is also the author of the young adult novel Belzhar . Wolitzer lives in New York City.


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