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Lightness - Softcover

Demeule, Fanie

 
9781773900520: Lightness

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Fiction. Women's Studies. Translated by Anita Anand. Told with startling, unapologetic honesty and in a haunting, minimalist style, LIGHTNESS is the story of a woman's profound sense of alienation, beginning with her own physical body and its desires. In this original and moving take on anorexia, we go deep into the mind of the narrator as she carries out her secret, prolonged hunger strike against the constraints of her life. The original French version of LIGHTNESS (Déterrer les os) won the Best First Novel Prize at the Biennale littéraire des Cèdres in 2018 and was adapted for stage at the Centre du Théâtre d'Aujourd'hui in Montreal.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Anita Anand is the author of Swing in the House and other Stories, and A Convergence of Solitudes. She has translated Nirliit by Juliana-Leveill?-Trudel as well as Fanie Demeule's first novel, known in English as Lightness, also published by Linda Leith Publishing.

Fanie Demeule's five books and short stories have won accolades and awards, and two of her titles are currently being adapted for film. After Lightness (Linda Leith Publishing, 2021, translated by Anita Anand), Mukbang is her second novel translated into English. She lives on the south shore of Montreal.

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My mother goes away and leaves me in my godmother's capable hands. What my godmother doesn't know is that my world revolves around excess. Whenever it's time to wean me, I throw a tantrum.

My mother had let her know that I love grapefruit. So she arrives with a whole case.

At snack time, she brings me to the table and slices a nice, juicy, pink one. The aroma of paradise splashes my face and wakes up the monster in me. I begin to choke on my saliva.

She brings the first piece to my mouth, and the momentum is unleashed. The pulp of this grapefruit is so perfectly and deliciously sweet that I need more, many more, so I can have this taste on my tongue forever.I eat a grapefruit, then, from somewhere deep and guttural inside me, demand another. More, I order her. My godmother cuts up another grapefruit and I immediately devour it. Grunting, I ask for more. I suck up the juice until the fruit is nothing more than an empty, dry piece of rind.

After the sixth one, she calls my mother.

"Your daughter's eaten a lot of grapefruit. She's already had six and she wants another one. Should I give it to her?"

"No. She could go on forever."

She's right.

Whenever I'm told that something has to stop, a part of me breaks down a little more.

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