My Year Of Rest And Relaxation: Ottessa Moshfegh - Tapa blanda

"The book that everybody’s talking about... I read it and was entranced." (The Times)

"This is the first book I couldn’t put down this year... Almost offensive with its close-to-the-bone truths, it’s shockingly relatable. And legitimately laugh-out-loud funny. Ottessa Moshfegh is sharp, savage and hilarious. " (Isabel Dexter Elle)

"The superabundantly talented...Moshfegh’s sentences are piercing and vixenish... she is always a deep pleasure to read." (New York Times)

"My Year of Rest and Relaxation is whip-smart, continuously compelling, and acerbic in all the right ways." (Daily Telegraph)

"Electrifying... [Moshfegh] is adept at crafting compelling female characters who violate the rules of femininity... Moshfegh’s protagonist is an unlikely revolutionary." (Vanity Fair)

"A relentlessly savage fable of privilege and pain... While we’re laughing, we feel disgust. It’s a combination that makes for diamond-hard entertainment." (Guardian)

"Darkly hilarious... [Moshfegh’s] the kind of provocateur who makes you laugh out loud while drawing blood." (Vogue, **Must-Read Books of 2018**)

"[My Year of Rest and Relaxation is] a laugh-out-loud page-turner... it’s also the best 9/11 novel I’ve read." (Emily Wilson Times Literary Supplement **Books of the Year 2018**)

"Moshfegh’s blackly funny new novel... [hits] multiple marks at once: as an art-school prank, a between-the-lines tale of displaced grief and a pitiless anatomy of gender injustice, it also offers... a dark state-of-America fable." (Anthony Cummins Observer)

"Ottessa Moshfegh’s unnerving and compelling new novel, My Year of Rest and Relaxation... percussively hammered out in her flawless, rhythmic prose... concludes with a startlingly, unexpectedly beautiful passage... radical, urgent, and more painfully wise than perhaps we would like to admit." (Sam Byers Times Literary Supplement)

**SHORTLISTED FOR THE WELLCOME BOOK PRIZE 2019**
**A NEW YORK TIMES CRITICS' TOP BOOK OF 2018**

A shocking, hilarious and strangely tender novel about a young woman’s experiment in narcotic hibernation, aided and abetted by one of the worst psychiatrists in the annals of literature. Our narrator has many of the advantages of life, on the surface. Young, thin, pretty, a recent Columbia graduate, she lives in an apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan paid for, like everything else, by her inheritance. But there is a vacuum at the heart of things, and it isn’t just the loss of her parents in college, or the way her Wall Street boyfriend treats her, or her sadomasochistic relationship with her alleged best friend. It’s the year 2000 in a city aglitter with wealth and possibility; what could be so terribly wrong?

This story of a year spent under the influence of a truly mad combination of drugs, designed to heal us from our alienation from this world, shows us how reasonable, even necessary, that alienation sometimes is. Blackly funny, both merciless and compassionate – dangling its legs over the ledge of 9/11 – this novel is a showcase for the gifts of one of America’s major young writers working at the height of her powers.