'This book is a deep, sensual plunge, a worship of the body, inside and out' The TimesIn a quiet English suburb, a love affair ignites. For our nameless narrator, Louise is the last in a long line of explosive passions, but the first to have broken their heart. With Louise's husband, Elgin, blocking love's course, their affair is doomed to unravel - until, that is, a terrible choice must be made. With its witty and masterful prose, Written on the Body takes the reader on a beguiling and defying exploration of love and its physical forms.'An ambitious work, at once a love story and a philosophical meditation on the body' Sunday Telegraph
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A secret code only visible in certain lights: the accumulation of a lifetime gather there. In places the palimpsest is so heavily worked that the letters feel like braille. I like to keep my body rolled away from prying eyes, never unfold too much, tell the whole story. I didn't know that Louise would have reading hands.
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Part love story, part philosophical treatise, part anatomical guide, Written on the Body defies categorisation, dispensing with clichés and stereotypes to forge, from the raw physicality of the body itself, a new language for love.
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'This book is a deep, sensual plunge, a worship of the body, inside and out' The Times

Produktdetaljer

ISBN
9780099598275
Publisert
2014-09-04
Utgiver
Vendor
Vintage
Vekt
140 gr
Høyde
196 mm
Bredde
128 mm
Dybde
16 mm
Aldersnivå
01, G, 01
Språk
Product language
Engelsk
Format
Product format
Heftet
Antall sider
192

Biographical note

Jeanette Winterson CBE was born in Manchester. She published her first novel, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, at twenty-five. Over two decades later she revisited that material in her internationally bestselling memoir Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?. Winterson has written thirteen novels for adults and two previous collections of short stories, as well as children's books, non-fiction and screenplays. She is Professor of New Writing at the University of Manchester. She lives in the Cotswolds in a wood and in Spitalfields, London.