Книги, похожие на «Elizabeth Flock, Sleepwalking in Daylight»

The sensational new novel from Charlotte Roche, author of ‘Wetlands’Replete with a forty page descriptions of marital sex, details of worms, and even, following an abortion, ‘the best anal sex ever’, Schossgebete reannounces Charlotte Roche.We witness the sexual routine of Elizabeth Kiehl, our protagonist, in all its minutiae: her love of fellatio; her visits to prostitutes together with husband Georg in order to keep their relationship alive; and – most candidly – her preference for dressing him in old men’s clothes because of her self-diagnosed ‘father fixation’.Behind such banal titillation is great sadness. Midway through one of her weekly therapy sessions, Kiehl takes us back to a period a decade earlier, when she was eagerly anticipating her wedding in England, her birthplace. Arriving at the airport in London, Elizabeth’s father calls to tell her that her mother and three younger brothers have been involved in a high-speed pile-up on the Autobahn, the latter three left dead. It emerges that the crash was so brutal that there were no physical remains of her three siblings found.And so Elizabeth Kiehl’s past and present continue side-by-side as she heads towards psychological collapse.

I’m on a train. I don’t know which stop I got on at; I only know the train is going fast and the world outside becomes a blur. I should get off, but I don’t.The universe is playing a cosmic joke on me. Here I had my life – a good life with everything a woman could want – and suddenly, there is something more I didn’t know I could have. A chance for me to be satisfied and content and maybe even on occasion deliriously, amazingly, exuberantly fulfilled.So this is where I am, on a train that’s out of control, and I am not just a passenger. I’m the one shovelling the furnace full of coal to keep it going fast and faster. If I could make myself believe it all happened by chance and I couldn’t help it, that I’ve been swept away, that it’s not my fault, that it’s fate… would that be easier? The truth is, I didn’t know I was looking for this until I found Will, but I must’ve been, all this time.And now it is not random, it is not fate, it is not being swept away.This is my choice.And I don’t know how to stop.Or even if I want to.