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The New York Times Bestseller New York Times Readers Pick: 100 Best Books of the 21st Century Named a Best Book of the Year by The Washington Post, Time, NPR, Vice, Bustle, The New York Times, The Guardian, Kirkus Reviews, Entertainment Weekly, and The AV Club “One of the most...

An Instant New York Times Bestseller! “Lapvona flips all the conventions of familial and parental relations, putting hatred where love should be or a negotiation where grief should be . . . Through a mix of witchery, deception, murder, abuse, grand delusion, ludicrous conversations, and...

Named a Best Book of the year by Elle, Bustle, and the New York Public Library From one of our most ceaselessly provocative literary talents, a novel of haunting metaphysical suspense about an elderly widow whose life is upturned when she finds an ominous note on a walk in the woods. While on...

There's something eerily unsettling about Ottessa Moshfegh's stories, something almost dangerous, while also being delightful and even laugh-out-loud funny. Her characters are all unsteady on their feet in one way or another; they all yearn for connection and betterment, though each in very different ways, but they are often tripped up by their own baser impulses and existential insecurities.

When Dinah Brooke's second novel, Lord Jim at Home, was first published in 1973, it was described as "squalid and startling," "nastily horrific," and a "monstrous parody" of upper-middle class English life. It is the story of Giles Trenchard, who grows up isolated in an atmosphere of privilege and hidden violence; who goes to war, and returns; and then, one day—like the hero of Joseph Conrad's classic Lord Jim—commits an act that calls his past, his character, his whole world into question.

The debut novella from one of contemporary fiction's most exciting young voices, now in a new edition. Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue is in the hold, still too drunk to be sure of name or situation or orientation--he may have killed a man. That man may have been his best friend. Intolerable...

For the first time in one volume, a collection of Shirley Jackson’s scariest stories, with a foreword by PEN/Hemingway Award winner Ottessa Moshfegh After the publication of her short story “The Lottery” in the New Yorker in 1948 received an unprecedented amount of attention, Shirley...

The Christmas season offers little cheer for Eileen Dunlop, an unassuming yet disturbed young woman trapped between her role as her alcoholic father's caretaker in a home whose squalor is the talk of the neighborhood and a day job as a secretary at the boys' prison, filled with its own quotidian horrors. Consumed by resentment and self-loathing, Eileen tempers her dreary days with perverse fantasies and dreams of escaping to the big city.

Esilarante e stranamente tenero, l’esperimento di “ibernazione” narcotica di una giovane donna, aiutata e incoraggiata da una delle peggiori psichiatre della storia. New York, all’alba del nuovo millennio. La protagonista gode di molti privilegi, almeno in apparenza. È giovane, magra, carina, da poco laureata alla Columbia e vive, grazie a un’eredità, in un appartamento nell’Upper East Side di Manhattan. Ma c’è qualcosa che le manca, c’è un vuoto nella sua vita che non è semplicemente legato alla prematura perdita dei genitori o al modo in cui la tratta il fidanzato che lavora a Wall Street.

Es riecht nach Kot und Verwesung, nach Blut, Vieh und Schlamm–das ist Lapvona, der gottverlassenste Ort der Romanwelt. Hier ist niemand vom Glück begünstigt, am wenigsten Marek, der missgestaltete Sohn des Schafhirten. Doch sein Elend birgt auch eine große Kraft: baldige Nähe zu Gott durch Entsagung und Erniedrigung.

En la aldea medieval de Lapvona, el pequeño Marek vive en la más absoluta pobreza con su padre Jude, viudo, devoto y agresivo. Cojo, con la cara deforme y una concepción distorsionada de la realidad, Marek solo halla consuelo en su temor de Dios y en sus visitas a Ina, una anciana con saberes ocultos que vive alejada del mundo. Cuando una muerte violenta lo sitúa en el epicentro de la vida palaciega, Marek pasa a convertirse en un auténtico aristócrata dentro de la corte del corrupto y ensimismado señor feudal que gobierna Lapvona.

Nostalgia de otro mundo reúne sus mejores relatos, ganadores de los premios Pushcart, O. Henry o Plimpton Discovery Prize, con los que ha entrado a formar parte del universo literario de Flannery O’Connor o Angela Carter.

En Mi año de descanso y relajación, Ottessa Moshfegh hace de Manhattan el epicentro de una civilización, la del año 2000, dominada por la apatía. Como una oscura bella durmiente, la narradora de esta novela decide encerrarse durante un año en su piso de una de las zonas más exclusivas de Nueva York, asistida por una herencia ingente y por una gran cantidad de fármacos, para dedicarse a dormir y ver películas de Whoopi Goldberg y Harrison Ford.

Hun har alt. Hun er ung, flot, slank, hun er nyuddannet fra Columbia, lever af en stor arv og har en lejlighed på Manhattan. I New York år 2000 er den moderne verden på sit absolut højeste, alt er tilgængeligt, og døgnets timer skal udnyttes maksimalt. At sove, i stedet for at arbejde eller nyde, betragtes som en svaghed. Men samtidig udskrives sovepiller, som var det slik. Hun beslutter - efter at være blevet fyret for sine time-lange lure på arbejdet - at sove i et år. Måske er en kemisk dvaletilstand den eneste vej ud af en speedet samtid?

Eine Kriminalgeschichte der anderen Art: spannend, beängstigend, bewegend. Bei Sonnenaufgang läuft Vesta mit ihrem Hund eine Runde durch den Wald - die tägliche Routine einer einsamen alten Frau -, als sie einen Zettel findet: "Ihr Name war Magda. Niemand wird je erfahren, wer sie getötet hat. Hier ist ihre Leiche." Obwohl von der Leiche jede Spur fehlt, lässt Vesta der Gedanke an einen Mord nicht mehr los. Wer war Magda? Und wer könnte ihr Mörder sein? Die Aufklärung dieser Fragen wird zu Vestas Mission.

Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue, marinero rudo, tramposo y canalla, nos habla desde la bodega mugrienta del barco en la que está retenido, en un estado de embriaguez intermitente que vuelve la realidad ambigua. Divaga entre recuerdos borrosos y teje una fina línea entre la niebla del alcohol y las trampas de la memoria. Es posible que haya matado a un hombre, y que ese hombre fuera su mejor amigo. Ahora, solo quiere un trago para acallar las aterradoras sombras que acompañan a su indeseada sobriedad.