Fleishman Is in Trouble
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER NATIONAL BOOK AWARD LONGLIST A feminist jeremiad nested inside a brilliant comic novel a book that makes you laugh so hard you don t notice till later that your eyebrows have been singed off. Ron Charles, The Washington Post
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A finely observed, timely exploration of marriage, divorce, and the bewildering dynamics of ambition from one of the most exciting writers working today
Toby Fleishman thought he knew what to expect when he and his wife of almost fifteen years separated: weekends and every other holiday with the kids, some residual bitterness, the occasional moment of tension in their co-parenting negotiations. He could not have predicted that one day, in the middle of his summer of sexual emancipation, Rachel would just drop their two children off at his place and simply not return. He had been working so hard to find equilibrium in his single life. The winds of his optimism, long dormant, had finally begun to pick up. Now this.
As Toby tries to figure out where Rachel went, all while juggling his patients at the hospital, his never-ending parental duties, and his new app-assisted sexual popularity, his tidy narrative of the spurned husband with the too-ambitious wife is his sole consolation. But if Toby ever wants to truly understand what happened to Rachel and what happened to his marriage, he is going to have to consider that he might not have seen things all that clearly in the first place.
A searing, utterly unvarnished debut, Fleishman Is in Trouble is an insightful, unsettling, often hilarious exploration of a culture trying to navigate the fault lines of an institution that has proven to be worthy of our great wariness and our great hope.
Alma s Best Jewish Novel of the Year
Blisteringly funny, feverishly smart, heartbreaking, and true, Fleishman Is in Trouble is an essential read for anyone who s wondered how to navigate loving (and hating) the people we choose. Cynthia D Aprix Sweeney, author of The Nest
From its opening pages, Fleishman Is in Trouble is shrewdly observed, brimming with wisdom, and utterly of this moment. Not until its explosive final pages are you fully aware of its cunning ferocity. Taffy Brodesser-Akner s debut is that rare and delicious treat: a page-turner with heft. Maria Semple
This glorious debut has the humor of Maria Semple, the heart of Meg Wolitzer, the lustiness of Philip Roth, and a voice that is pure. It s wild and wonderful and goes in so many directions, each with profundity my favorite thing that novels can do. How does one's favorite journalist become one's new favorite novelist? With this book. Emma Straub
When his ex drops the kids off and doesn t come back, a father of two revisits the choices that led to this moment. He searches for answers, hilariously and heartbreakingly avoiding the darkest questions. Brodesser-Akner s debut is a referendum on marriage, friendship, and how we live (and love) right now. People
Whip-smart, gleefully scatological . . . [Brodesser-Akner] aims a perfect gimlet eye at the city s relentless self-regard. . . . But her best trick may be the novel s narrator: An elusive presence identified at first only as an old friend of Toby s from their study-abroad days, she turns out to be both the book s Trojan horse and in a brilliant third-act pivot its greatest gift, transforming a fizzy comedy of manners into something genuinely, unexpectedly profound. Entertainment Weekly
Many novelists have written excellent fictional indictments of interpersonal and systemic sexism. Not since Teju Cole s Open City a very different book in all other respects has a novelist put the reader on the wrong side the way Brodesser-Akner does. To do so, she uses a lot of intelligence, a lot of anger, a great sense of humor and a whole new variation on the magic we know from her magazine work. The result is a maddening, unsettling masterpiece, and, yes, you will be moved and inexplicably grateful at the end. NPR
In her witty and well-observed debut, Taffy Brodesser-Akner updates the miserable-matrimony novel, dropping it squarely in our times. . . . Brodesser-Akner has written a potent, upsetting and satisfying novel, illustrating how the marital pledge build our life together overlooks a key fact: There are two lives. The New York Times Book Review
Electric . . . Brodesser-Akner s first foray into fiction set in Manhattan, the Hamptons, and Israel is funny, stylish, and insightful, whether describing men s challenged communication skills or the knife juggler s agility required to maintain a modern marriage. O: The Oprah Magazine
Taffy Brodesser-Akner s sharp debut novel is packed with humor and heart. In it, the titular trouble begins when Toby Fleishman realizes that Rachel his wife of 15 years, from whom he s now separated is missing. Where has she gone, and why? This book will have you racing through the pages to find the answers. Southern Living
Everything you could wish for in a satisfying summer read . . . Taffy Brodesser-Akner s page-turner doubles as a satirical take on modern relationships. Women s Health
Toby Fleishman awoke one morning inside the city he d lived in all his adult life and which was suddenly somehow now crawling with women who wanted him. Not just any women, but women who were self-actualized and independent and knew what they wanted. Women who weren t needy or insecure or self-doubting, like the long-ago prospects of his long-gone youth meaning the women he had thought of as prospects but who had never given him even a first glance. No, these were women who were motivated and available and interesting and interested and exciting and excited. These were women who would not so much wait for you to call them one or two or three socially acceptable days after you met them as much as send you pictures of their genitals the day before. Women who were open-minded and up for anything and vocal about their desires and needs and who used phrases like put my cards on the table and no strings attached and I need to be done in ten because I have to pick up Bella from ballet. Women who would fuck you like they owed you money, was how our friend Seth put it.
Yes, who could have predicted that Toby Fleishman, at the age of forty-one, would find that his phone was aglow from sunup to sundown (in the night the glow was extra bright) with texts that contained G-string and ass cleavage and underboob and sideboob and just straight-up boob and all the parts of a woman he never dared dream he would encounter in a person who was three- dimensional meaning literally three-dimensional, as in a person who wasn t on a page or a computer screen. All this, after a youth full of romantic rejection! All this, after putting a lifetime bet on one woman! Who could have predicted this? Who could have predicted that there was such life in him yet?
Still, he told me, it was jarring. Rachel was gone now, and her goneness was so incongruous to what had been his plan. It wasn t that he still wanted her he absolutely did not want her. He absolutely did not wish she were still with him. It was that he had spent so long waiting out the fumes of the marriage and busying himself with the paperwork necessary to extricate himself from it telling the kids, moving out, telling his colleagues that he had not considered what life might be like on the other side of it. He understood divorce in a macro way, of course. But he had not yet adjusted to it in a micro way, in the other-side-of-the-bed-being-empty way, in the nobody-to-tell-you-were-running-late way, in the you-belong-to-no-one way. How long was it before he could look at the pictures of women on his phone pictures the women had sent him eagerly and of their own volition straight on, instead of out of the corner of his eye? Okay, sooner than he thought but not immediately. Certainly not immediately.
He hadn t looked at another woman once during his marriage, so in love with Rachel was he so in love was he with any kind of institution or system. He made solemn, dutiful work of trying to save the relationship even after it would have been clear to any reasonable person that their misery was not a phase. There was nobility in the work, he believed. There was nobility in the suffering. And even after he realized that it was over, he still had to spend years, plural, trying to convince her that this wasn t right, that they were too unhappy, that they were still young and could have good lives without each other even then he didn t let one millimeter of his eye wander. Mostly, he said, because he was too busy being sad. Mostly because he felt like garbage all the time, and a person shouldn t feel like garbage all the time. More than that, a person shouldn t be made horny when he felt like garbage. The intersection of horniness and low self-esteem seemed reserved squarely for porn consumption.
Auteur Taffy Brodesser-Akner
Détails sur le produit
Date de publication 02.07.2020
Nombre de pages 400
Type de produit Livre de Poche
Dimension 205 x 133 x 22 mm
Poids du produit 300 g