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Chargement... My Year of Rest and Relaxation: A Novel (original 2018; édition 2019)par Ottessa Moshfegh (Auteur)
Information sur l'oeuvreMon année de repos et de détente par Ottessa Moshfegh (2018)
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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. The narrator, a young woman from a wealthy family, living in New York's Upper East Side, becomes dissatisfied with her post-college life after the death of her father from cancer, then her mother from suicide (triggered by an interaction with medications and alcohol), and embarks on a 'project' to sleep as much as possible over the next year. She contacts probably the worst psychiatrist in history, who actually starts writing prescriptions for sleep aids as soon as the narrator walks in the door. The narrator uses this psychiatrist to get a veritable pharmacy of drugs to help her sleep, and she doesn't even confess to her that she's already sleeping 14 or 15 hours a night, plus an hour at lunch. The book is her story, as the project continues, and how it reaches an end where she becomes involved in a strange art project around her sleeping. By turns very funny and also disturbing, it's a picture of New York city in the year before 9/11, but at the same time feels a bit prophetic about these COVID days. In keeping with its theme, I read the first half of ‘My Year of Rest and Relaxation’, took a hour's nap on the sofa, then read the other half. It is a novel steeped in the horrors of privileged femininity. The narrator is a tall, thin, blonde, wealthy, and beautiful New Yorker. However she is so depressed, lonely, and unhappy with her life that she decides to hibernate for a year using an alarming variety of pharmaceuticals. These are prescribed by her psychiatrist Dr. Tuttle, a hilarious yet terrifying parody of medical incompetence. To give you an idea of the novel’s tone, one of the funniest running jokes is that she keeps forgetting the narrator’s parents are dead: "You’re exhausted. Plain and simple.” She scribbled on her prescription pad. “According to that book you’re holding, the death gene is passed from mother to child in the birth canal. Something about microdermabrasions and infectious vaginal rash. Does your mother exhibit any signs of hormonal abnormalities?” I think that exchange sums up the book quite well, really. Our narrator barely leaves her apartment and is visited by very few people, most often her best friend Reva. Their relationship is the most developed and emotionally significant, as well as painful and depressing, in the book. Neither woman is happy, their dynamic is clearly unhealthy, and both seem aware of this. Yet each provides continuity and support of some kind in the other’s life, which they cannot get from anyone else. Both have appalling on-off boyfriends and distant or dead parents. The most memorable sequence involves a funeral, the only occasion when the narrator leaves New York. The creepiest moments occur when the narrator tries to reconstruct what she did during the gaps in her memory caused by a particular drug. ‘My Year of Rest and Relaxation’ certainly conveys the intense vacuity of America in the year 2000. Its apparent focus is on how soul-crushing it can be to perform femininity. I can certainly relate to the desire for hibernation, as sleep is so great and waking up invariably disagreeable. However I definitely don’t share the narrator’s cavalier attitude to mixing medications. The consequences of her doing so are more existential than physical, which surprised me a little. Surely by the end of the book she’d have had serious digestive problems and vitamin deficiencies, at the very least. That isn’t really the point, though, as the emotional toll of being awake is under examination. I found much of it darkly funny, with a tightly controlled plot and claustrophobically limited settings. Considering the deep dive into rich people problems, Moshfegh made the narrator’s existential angst impressively compelling. As I’ve come to expect with postmodern novels (or whatever you’d call them - literary fiction written since 2000), there is no real resolution or catharsis at the end. I initially really loved this and had given it a 5 star review. Then I read a comment about how this books screams privilege, decided to give it a 4 star. Then realized that’s the point. There’s an obvious “privilege” here and as a black girl who sees privilege and injustice in everything without wanting to, it was so obvious but didn’t effect the way I read this. Regardless, this is good work. I will never quite agree with people who say this isn’t interesting though. When the plot wasn’t, the language and thought process of the main character was. There was never a seemingly “dull” moment.
"A beautiful 24-year-old gallery assistant wants nothing more than to sleep — not for a rejuvenating eight hours, but 'full-time,' like a hibernating bear or an aspiring narcoleptic. Her goal is to sleep, not perchance to dream, but to 'drown out my thoughts and judgments, since the constant barrage made it hard not to hate everyone and everything.'" Possède un guide de référence avecPrix et récompensesDistinctionsListes notables
"From one of our boldest, most celebrated new literary voices, a shocking and tender novel about a young woman's efforts to sustain a state of deep hibernation over the course of a year on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Our narrator should be happy, shouldn't she? She's young, thin, pretty, a recent Columbia graduate, works an easy job at a hip art gallery, lives in an apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan paid for, like the rest of her needs, by her inheritance. But there is a dark and vacuous hole in her heart, and it isn't just the loss of her parents, or the way her Wall Street boyfriend treats her, or her sadomasochistic relationship with her best friend, Reva. It's the year 2000 in a city aglitter with wealth and possibility; what could be so terribly wrong? My Year of Rest and Relaxation is a powerful answer to that question. Through the story of a year spent under the influence of a truly mad combination of drugs designed to heal our heroine from her alienation from this world, Moshfegh shows us how reasonable, even necessary, alienation can be. Both tender and blackly funny, merciless and compassionate, it is a showcase for the gifts of one of our major writers working at the height of her powers"-- Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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Chapter two and onwards are fun; I enjoyed the later third of the book the most as it amped up in a way I did not expect. The book focuses briefly on art as something to be consumed, and the short storyline around it was enjoyable. Pretty crude.
The book is meant to be absurd, so don't think too hard about the logical workings of various things. It's both enjoyable and draining, like potato chips. I would not recommend to those that want to avoid difficult casts, drug abuse, and stories centered around wealth (the story is more propagated from wealth, but the idea still stands). ( )