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Perfect Cemetery

Falco, Federico
Heftet / 2021 / Engelsk

Produktdetaljer

ISBN
9781916277861
Publisert
2021-04-06
Utgiver
Vendor
Charco Press
Høyde
198 mm
Bredde
129 mm
Aldersnivå
G, 01
Språk
Product language
Engelsk
Format
Product format
Heftet
Antall sider
169

Forfatter
Falco, Federico
Oversetter
Croft Jennifer

Om bidragsyterne

Federico Falco (General Cabrera, Córdoba, Argentina, 1977) is an Argentinian writer and poet. He holds a BA in Communications from Blas Pascal University in Argentina and an MFA in Creative Writing in Spanish from New York University. In 2004, he was given the Young Writers Award by the Spanish Cultural Centre of Córdoba, Argentina. In 2005, he received a grant for improvement from the National Trust for the Arts of Argentina, and in 2009, a scholarship from New York University and the Banco Santander Foundation. Granta selected him as one of The Best of Young Spanish Language Novelists in 2010. The Plains is his most recent novel. In 2021 it won the Medifé Prize in Argentina and was the runner up for the Herralde Prize in Spain.

Jennifer Croft won a 2022 Guggenheim Fellowship for her novel The Extinction of Irena Rey , the 2020 William Saroyan International Prize for Writing for her illustrated memoir Homesick and the 2018 International Booker Prize for her translation from Polish of Nobel laureate Olga Tokarczuk’s Flights. She holds an MFA from the University of Iowa and a PhD from Northwestern University and is a Presidential Professor at the University of Tulsa.

Perfect Cemetery

Falco, Federico
Heftet / 2021 / Engelsk
Falco, Federico
Heftet / 2021 / Engelsk
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<p>"The quiet assurance with which Falco addresses rural environments represents a departure recalling the perspectives of writers from the northern hemisphere such as Denis Johnson, Knut Hamsun or Tobias Wolff." <strong>—The Times Literary Supplement</strong></p><p>"Expansive and ingeniously crafted—an unforgettable collection." <strong>—Kirkus, starred review</strong></p><p>"Falco proves himself as a fine storyteller." <strong>—Publishers Weekly</strong></p><p>"These rich and authentic portraits of Argentinian lives are well worth seeking out...You could imagine Alastair McLeod or John McGahern paying homage. (5 stars)" <strong>—RTÉ</strong></p><p>"Moving, morbid, and humorous at the same time." <strong>—LA Review of Books</strong></p><p>"Falco is a master of the short story."" <strong>—Martin MacInnes</strong> , author of INFINITE GROUND and GATHERING EVIDENCE</p><p>"His stories shimmer like revelations – the clarity, mystery, beauty, depth, and sheer, thrilling peculiarity of ordinary life when the veil lifts. They’re exhilarating to read, just as exhilarating to re-read."" <strong>—Deborah Eisenberg</strong> , author of YOUR DUCK IS MY DUCK</p><p>"Each powerful story captivates and I cannot recommend this collection enough." <strong>—Morning Star</strong></p><p>"When people praise Chekhov, stories like this are what they're thinking of." <strong>—James Crossley, Madison Books</strong></p><p>"Croft’s translations of the stories in A Perfect Cemetery are loyal to the profound beauty, rootedness, and longing they portray." <strong>—World Literature Today</strong></p><p>"At long last, Argentine author Federico Falco finally has a full-length work in translation. A Perfect Cemetery is a 2016 collection of five stories, several of which are much longer than traditional short stories (thankfully so). With confident prose, storytelling verve, and remarkable consideration for both character and landscape, Falco writes impressively well. Though plights of fancy embroil each of Falco’s characters, they are conveyed with a compassion and authenticity that make them seem utterly lifelike." <strong>—Jeremy Garber, Powell's Bookshop</strong></p><p>"Every word and sentence, including those of Croft’s sincere and illuminating note that concludes the volume, should be savored, consumed in a rush only during those moments when you’re flying down the summer streets with Silvi on her bicycle as she searches for the boy she believes she loves." <strong>—On the Seawall</strong></p><p>"As so often in this compelling collection, the stories only open out once you finish them." <strong>—David's Book World</strong></p><p>"The succinctness of the plotlines in these stories is inversely proportional to their vast narrative expanse, to everything the writing is able to carve out between the sharply curtailed dialogues and all that simmers underneath." <strong>—La Nación</strong></p><p>"Perfectly honed... [Falco’s] skill is apparent in the originality of these plots, the economy and naturalness of the characters’ conversations, and in the meticulous observation of a gesture that may encapsulate whole central motifs" <strong>—Ñ Magazine</strong></p>

"His stories shimmer like revelations – the clarity, mystery, beauty, depth, and sheer, thrilling peculiarity of ordinary life when the veil lifts. They’re exhilarating to read, just as exhilarating to re-read." —Deborah EisenbergChildhood does not last long in the Argentine mountains of Córdoba, and adult lives fall apart quickly. In disarming, darkly humorous stories, Federico Falco explores themes of obsessive love, romantic attachment and the strategies we must find to cope with death and painful longing.In the middle of a blizzard a widow watches the ruin of her late-husband’s garden, until suddenly she sees a woman running naked in the falling snow. After telling her parents she is abandoning her Christian faith, a girl becomes infatuated with a Mormon missionary who reminds her of a boy killed in her village years before. When his family’s home is lost, a father desperately offers his daughter’s hand in marriage to anyone who will take them in. And a town’s mayor tries to fulfill his father’s dying wish – to design the perfect cemetery.
Les mer
The mountains of Argentina pulse with life in these disarming stories of people radically reinventing themselves—to find love and connection, to escape their pasts, to offer a way out of the banalities of sorrow and loss in the present.
Les mer
The mountains of Argentina come alive in these stories, the landscape as much a character as any personIn 2010, Falco was named one of the Best of Young Spanish Language Novelists by GrantaFalco did his graduate work at NYU and has participated in the University of Iowa's International Writing ProgramMarketing PlansSocial media campaignGalleys availableCo-op availableAdvance reader copies (print and digital)National media campaignTargeted bookseller mailingSimultaneous eBook launch
Les mer
It had begun to snow the day before, very early, before dawn, when outside the sky was dark still, and Señora Kim had not yet got out of bed. And it had snowed all day, and it had snowed all night, and now it was nearly noon, and the sky kept on releasing its relentless slow and heavy snowfall. Snow, snow and more snow, the yard transformed into a big white field, everything levelled, everything covered. Snowflakes piling up against the window to build an impenetrable wall. So that it was as if the river no longer existed, and nor did the bridge, nor the sawmills on the other side of the river, not even the hills and the mountains. There was only snow, and more snow. Up above, the blue shadow of the storm, stirring calm.That morning, the piano teacher’s grandchildren had gone outside to play on the sidewalk, and Señora Kim had entertained herself by watching as they built a snowman. They compacted the snow in their hands, formed a big ball of it, slapped its sides. The piano teacher’s wife was monitoring their activities from the veranda, and when they began exchanging snowball fire, she went out to retrieve them. That’s enough, she told them. Inside, come on inside now, she said, and bade them follow her into the house.Stupid woman, muttered Señora Kim, standing by the window.When she was a child, there was nothing in the world that pleased her more than playing in the snow and making snowmen with her sister.What point is there to getting married all over again? said Señora Kim.She had never been particularly fond of that second wife of the piano teacher’s. The piano teacher’s first wife had died a few years earlier, run over by one of the sawmill trucks. Not long after, the teacher had brought home that other woman, who was tall, big-boned, Swedish-looking, maybe Norwegian. Nobody in town knew who she was. A few thought they remembered her from one of the teacher’s recitals at the school auditorium. Sitting in the back row, they said, I’m sure of it, being discreet, keeping her hair up in a kerchief.The new wife wasn’t young. She was more or less the same age as her predecessor, the same age as Señora Kim, the same age as the teacher. Her face cracked into little wrinkles, her hair she wore loose over her shoulders, dried out and brittle, an electrified grey. She wore trousers that were too big for her, men’s boots, loose shirts.What would be the point, at our age? He can barely stand on his own two legs these days, hardly moves at all, muttered Señora Kim each time she saw that woman. 
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<p>"The quiet assurance with which Falco addresses rural environments represents a departure recalling the perspectives of writers from the northern hemisphere such as Denis Johnson, Knut Hamsun or Tobias Wolff." <strong>—The Times Literary Supplement</strong></p><p>"Expansive and ingeniously crafted—an unforgettable collection." <strong>—Kirkus, starred review</strong></p><p>"Falco proves himself as a fine storyteller." <strong>—Publishers Weekly</strong></p><p>"These rich and authentic portraits of Argentinian lives are well worth seeking out...You could imagine Alastair McLeod or John McGahern paying homage. (5 stars)" <strong>—RTÉ</strong></p><p>"Moving, morbid, and humorous at the same time." <strong>—LA Review of Books</strong></p><p>"Falco is a master of the short story."" <strong>—Martin MacInnes</strong> , author of INFINITE GROUND and GATHERING EVIDENCE</p><p>"His stories shimmer like revelations – the clarity, mystery, beauty, depth, and sheer, thrilling peculiarity of ordinary life when the veil lifts. They’re exhilarating to read, just as exhilarating to re-read."" <strong>—Deborah Eisenberg</strong> , author of YOUR DUCK IS MY DUCK</p><p>"Each powerful story captivates and I cannot recommend this collection enough." <strong>—Morning Star</strong></p><p>"When people praise Chekhov, stories like this are what they're thinking of." <strong>—James Crossley, Madison Books</strong></p><p>"Croft’s translations of the stories in A Perfect Cemetery are loyal to the profound beauty, rootedness, and longing they portray." <strong>—World Literature Today</strong></p><p>"At long last, Argentine author Federico Falco finally has a full-length work in translation. A Perfect Cemetery is a 2016 collection of five stories, several of which are much longer than traditional short stories (thankfully so). With confident prose, storytelling verve, and remarkable consideration for both character and landscape, Falco writes impressively well. Though plights of fancy embroil each of Falco’s characters, they are conveyed with a compassion and authenticity that make them seem utterly lifelike." <strong>—Jeremy Garber, Powell's Bookshop</strong></p><p>"Every word and sentence, including those of Croft’s sincere and illuminating note that concludes the volume, should be savored, consumed in a rush only during those moments when you’re flying down the summer streets with Silvi on her bicycle as she searches for the boy she believes she loves." <strong>—On the Seawall</strong></p><p>"As so often in this compelling collection, the stories only open out once you finish them." <strong>—David's Book World</strong></p><p>"The succinctness of the plotlines in these stories is inversely proportional to their vast narrative expanse, to everything the writing is able to carve out between the sharply curtailed dialogues and all that simmers underneath." <strong>—La Nación</strong></p><p>"Perfectly honed... [Falco’s] skill is apparent in the originality of these plots, the economy and naturalness of the characters’ conversations, and in the meticulous observation of a gesture that may encapsulate whole central motifs" <strong>—Ñ Magazine</strong></p>

"His stories shimmer like revelations – the clarity, mystery, beauty, depth, and sheer, thrilling peculiarity of ordinary life when the veil lifts. They’re exhilarating to read, just as exhilarating to re-read." —Deborah EisenbergChildhood does not last long in the Argentine mountains of Córdoba, and adult lives fall apart quickly. In disarming, darkly humorous stories, Federico Falco explores themes of obsessive love, romantic attachment and the strategies we must find to cope with death and painful longing.In the middle of a blizzard a widow watches the ruin of her late-husband’s garden, until suddenly she sees a woman running naked in the falling snow. After telling her parents she is abandoning her Christian faith, a girl becomes infatuated with a Mormon missionary who reminds her of a boy killed in her village years before. When his family’s home is lost, a father desperately offers his daughter’s hand in marriage to anyone who will take them in. And a town’s mayor tries to fulfill his father’s dying wish – to design the perfect cemetery.
Les mer
The mountains of Argentina pulse with life in these disarming stories of people radically reinventing themselves—to find love and connection, to escape their pasts, to offer a way out of the banalities of sorrow and loss in the present.
Les mer
The mountains of Argentina come alive in these stories, the landscape as much a character as any personIn 2010, Falco was named one of the Best of Young Spanish Language Novelists by GrantaFalco did his graduate work at NYU and has participated in the University of Iowa's International Writing ProgramMarketing PlansSocial media campaignGalleys availableCo-op availableAdvance reader copies (print and digital)National media campaignTargeted bookseller mailingSimultaneous eBook launch
Les mer
It had begun to snow the day before, very early, before dawn, when outside the sky was dark still, and Señora Kim had not yet got out of bed. And it had snowed all day, and it had snowed all night, and now it was nearly noon, and the sky kept on releasing its relentless slow and heavy snowfall. Snow, snow and more snow, the yard transformed into a big white field, everything levelled, everything covered. Snowflakes piling up against the window to build an impenetrable wall. So that it was as if the river no longer existed, and nor did the bridge, nor the sawmills on the other side of the river, not even the hills and the mountains. There was only snow, and more snow. Up above, the blue shadow of the storm, stirring calm.That morning, the piano teacher’s grandchildren had gone outside to play on the sidewalk, and Señora Kim had entertained herself by watching as they built a snowman. They compacted the snow in their hands, formed a big ball of it, slapped its sides. The piano teacher’s wife was monitoring their activities from the veranda, and when they began exchanging snowball fire, she went out to retrieve them. That’s enough, she told them. Inside, come on inside now, she said, and bade them follow her into the house.Stupid woman, muttered Señora Kim, standing by the window.When she was a child, there was nothing in the world that pleased her more than playing in the snow and making snowmen with her sister.What point is there to getting married all over again? said Señora Kim.She had never been particularly fond of that second wife of the piano teacher’s. The piano teacher’s first wife had died a few years earlier, run over by one of the sawmill trucks. Not long after, the teacher had brought home that other woman, who was tall, big-boned, Swedish-looking, maybe Norwegian. Nobody in town knew who she was. A few thought they remembered her from one of the teacher’s recitals at the school auditorium. Sitting in the back row, they said, I’m sure of it, being discreet, keeping her hair up in a kerchief.The new wife wasn’t young. She was more or less the same age as her predecessor, the same age as Señora Kim, the same age as the teacher. Her face cracked into little wrinkles, her hair she wore loose over her shoulders, dried out and brittle, an electrified grey. She wore trousers that were too big for her, men’s boots, loose shirts.What would be the point, at our age? He can barely stand on his own two legs these days, hardly moves at all, muttered Señora Kim each time she saw that woman. 
Les mer

Produktdetaljer

ISBN
9781916277861
Publisert
2021-04-06
Utgiver
Vendor
Charco Press
Høyde
198 mm
Bredde
129 mm
Aldersnivå
G, 01
Språk
Product language
Engelsk
Format
Product format
Heftet
Antall sider
169

Forfatter
Falco, Federico
Oversetter
Croft Jennifer

Om bidragsyterne

Federico Falco (General Cabrera, Córdoba, Argentina, 1977) is an Argentinian writer and poet. He holds a BA in Communications from Blas Pascal University in Argentina and an MFA in Creative Writing in Spanish from New York University. In 2004, he was given the Young Writers Award by the Spanish Cultural Centre of Córdoba, Argentina. In 2005, he received a grant for improvement from the National Trust for the Arts of Argentina, and in 2009, a scholarship from New York University and the Banco Santander Foundation. Granta selected him as one of The Best of Young Spanish Language Novelists in 2010. The Plains is his most recent novel. In 2021 it won the Medifé Prize in Argentina and was the runner up for the Herralde Prize in Spain.

Jennifer Croft won a 2022 Guggenheim Fellowship for her novel The Extinction of Irena Rey , the 2020 William Saroyan International Prize for Writing for her illustrated memoir Homesick and the 2018 International Booker Prize for her translation from Polish of Nobel laureate Olga Tokarczuk’s Flights. She holds an MFA from the University of Iowa and a PhD from Northwestern University and is a Presidential Professor at the University of Tulsa.

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