Deborah Levy Real Estate (Hardback) /anglais
von Deborah Levy
'Three bicycles. Seven ghosts. A crumbling apartment block on the hill. Fame. Tenderness. The statue of Peter Pan. Silk. Melancholy. The banana tree. A Pandemic. A love story.'From one of the great thinkers and writers of our time, comes the highly anticipated final installment in Deborah Levy's critically acclaimed 'Living Autobiography''I can't think of any writer aside from Virginia Woolf who writes better about what it is to be a woman' Observer on The Cost of LivingFollowing the international critical acclaim of The Cost of Living, this final volume of Deborah Levy's 'Living Autobiography' is an exhilarating, thought-provoking and boldly intimate meditation on home and the spectres that haunt it.'I began to wonder what myself and all unwritten and unseen women would possess in their property portfolios at the end of their lives. Literally, her physical property and possessions, and then everything else she valued, though it might not be valued by society. What might she claim, own, discard and bequeath? Or is she the real estate, owned by patriarchy? In this sense, Real Estate is a tricky business. We rent it and buy it, sell and inherit it - but we must also knock it down.''Wise, subtle and ironic, Levy's every sentence is a masterpiece of clarity and poise... A brilliant writer' Daily Telegraph on The Cost of Living'Extraordinary and beautiful, suffused with wit and razor-sharp insights' Financial Times on The Cost of Living
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Deborah Levy Real Estate (Hardback) /anglais
von Deborah Levy
'Three bicycles. Seven ghosts. A crumbling apartment block on the hill. Fame. Tenderness. The statue of Peter Pan. Silk. Melancholy. The banana tree. A Pandemic. A love story.'From one of the great thinkers and writers of our time, comes the highly anticipated final installment in Deborah Levy's critically acclaimed 'Living Autobiography''I can't think of any writer aside from Virginia Woolf who writes better about what it is to be a woman' Observer on The Cost of LivingFollowing the international critical acclaim of The Cost of Living, this final volume of Deborah Levy's 'Living Autobiography' is an exhilarating, thought-provoking and boldly intimate meditation on home and the spectres that haunt it.'I began to wonder what myself and all unwritten and unseen women would possess in their property portfolios at the end of their lives. Literally, her physical property and possessions, and then everything else she valued, though it might not be valued by society. What might she claim, own, discard and bequeath? Or is she the real estate, owned by patriarchy? In this sense, Real Estate is a tricky business. We rent it and buy it, sell and inherit it - but we must also knock it down.''Wise, subtle and ironic, Levy's every sentence is a masterpiece of clarity and poise... A brilliant writer' Daily Telegraph on The Cost of Living'Extraordinary and beautiful, suffused with wit and razor-sharp insights' Financial Times on The Cost of Living
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Rezension von JuliaLevy flaniert als Suchende durch ihr Leben, ihre Bücher. Wen möchte sie verkörpern, wenn sie sich selbst schreiben kann? Sie setzt sich dabei in Beziehung, in Begegnung und zieht sich gleichzeitig in ihr inneres Traumhaus zurück: „I supposed that what I most value are real Human Relations and imagination.“ Ihre Streifzüge durch Mumbai, Berlin, Paris, Hydra bilden für ihre Suche nach einem Selbst ein stimmungsintensives Bühnenbild. Warum ich diese Trilogie so liebe, ist die Einladung, die Levy ausspricht: in ihre wärmende Gedankenwelt einzutreten, ihren klugen Gesprächen zu lauschen, ihr um die Welt zu folgen. Sich mit Levys Erzählfigur zu identifizieren, heißt dann auch: selbst auf einen Streifzug gehen und über das eigene Frausein zu reflektieren. „Of all the arts, the art of living is probably the most important.” “They [ein Paar Schuhe, das sie in East London kaufte] spoke of flâneuring and freedom and elegant nonchalance, they were neither male nor female and they were to be worn at all times, especially for courage […].” “Yes, I had spent a long time trying to have a more bourgeois life. Somehow it seemed hard to get one. My colleagues who really have well-developed bourgeois lives were always trying to be less bourgeois, but I wanted to move into the neighborhood. Bonjour, isn’t the air a delight here! Look at our country cottages with their tangle of pink climbing roses. Look at the lake we made from natural springs. Look! Look on Twitter: our ducks are sleeping under the willow trees! Look at our dining table and its constellation of chairs, look at the art on our walls, our pergola, our salad bowls and oriental poppies, our Victorian porcelain and wild-flower meadows. Look at this slice of buttered toast next to the modernist lamp. Look! Look at you looking on instagram! Here we are, setting off on our country walk with Molly, our sweet-natured Burmese python!”