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רּ Many ᆜ My Absolute Darling: A Novel  ᐅ E-Pub Author Gabriel Tallent ᑛ רּ Many ᆜ My Absolute Darling: A Novel ᐅ E-Pub Author Gabriel Tallent ᑛ OneThe old house hunkers on its hill, all peeling white paint, bay windows, and spindled wooden railings overgrown with climbing roses and poison oak Rose runners have prized off clapboards that now hang snarled in the canes The gravel drive is littered with spent casings caked in verdigris Martin Alveston gets out of the truck and does not look back at Turtle sitting in the cab but walks up the porch, his jungle boots sounding hollowly on the boards, a big man in flannel and Levis opening the sliding glass doors Turtle waits, listening to the engines ticking, and then she follows him.In the living room, one window is boarded over, sheet metal and half inch plywood bolted to the frame and covered in rifle targets The bullet clustering is so tight it looks like someone put a ten gauge right up to them and blew the centers out the slugs glint in their ragged pits like water at the bottom of wells.Her daddy opens a can of Bushs beans on the old stove and strikes a match on his thumb to light the burner, which gutters and comes slowly to life, burning orange against the dark redwood walls, the unvarnished cabinets, the grease stained rat traps.The back door off the kitchen has no lock, only holes for the knob and deadlock, and Martin kicks it open and steps out onto the unfinished back deck, the unboarded joists alive with fence lizards and twined with blackberries through which rise horsetails and pig mint, soft with its strange peach fuzz and sour reek Standing wide legged on the joists, Martin takes the skillet from where he hung it on the sprung clapboards for the raccoons to lick clean He cranks the spigot open with a rusted crescent wrench and blasts the cast iron with water, ripping up handfuls of horsetail to scrub at problem places Then he comes in and sets it on the burner and the water hisses and spits He opens the lightless olive green refrigerator and takes out two steaks wrapped in brown butcher paper and draws his Daniel Winkler belt knife and wipes it across the thigh of his Levis and sticks each steak with the point and flips them one by one onto the skillet.Turtle hops onto the kitchen countergrainy redwood boards, nails encircled by old hammer prints She picks up a Sig Sauer from among the discarded cans and slivers back the slide to see the brass seated in the chamber She levels the gun and turns around to see how he takes this, and he stands leaning one big hand against the cabinets and smiles in a tired way without looking up.When she was six, he had her put on a life jacket for cushion, told her not to touch the hot ejected casings, and started her on a bolt action Ruger.22, sitting at the kitchen table and bracing the gun on a rolled up towel Grandpa mustve heard the shots on his way back from the liquor store because he came in wearing jeans and a terry cloth bathrobe and leather slippers with little leather tassels, and he stood in the doorway and said, Goddamn it, Marty Daddy was sitting in a chair beside Turtle reading Humes An Enquiry Concerning the Principles of Morals, and he turned the book upside down on his thigh to keep his place and said, Go to your room, kibble, and Turtle walked creakingly up the stairs, unrailed and without risers, plank treads cut from a redwood burl, old growth stringers cracked and torqued with their poor curing, their twisting drawing the nails from the treads, exposed and strained almost to shearing, the men silent below her, Grandpa watching her, Martin touching the gilt lettering on the spine of his book with the pad of his forefinger But even upstairs, lying on her plywood bed with the army surplus bag pulled over herself, she could hear them, Grandpa saying, Goddamn it, Martin, this is no way to raise a little girl, and Daddy not saying anything for a long time and then saying, This is my house, remember that, Daniel.They eat the steaks in near silence, the tall glasses of water silting layers of sand to their bottoms A deck of cards sits on the table between them and the box shows a jester One side of his face is twisted into a manic grin, the other sags away in a frown When she is done, she pushes her plate forward and her father watches her.She is tall for fourteen, coltishly built, with long legs and arms, wide but slender hips and shoulders, her neck long and corded Her eyes are her most striking feature, blue, almond shaped in a face that is too lean, with wide, sharp cheekbones, and her crooked, toothy mouthan ugly face, she knows, and an unusual one Her hair is thick and blond, bleached in streaks by the sun Her skin is constellated with copper brown freckles Her palms, the undersides of her forearms, the insides of her thighs show tangles of blue veins.Martin says, Go get your vocabulary list, kibble.She retrieves her blue notebook from her backpack and opens the page to this weeks vocabulary exercises, carefully copied from the blackboard He places his hand on the notebook, draws it across the table toward himself He begins to read through the list Conspicuous, he says, and looks at her Castigate In this way he goes down the list Then he says, Here it is Number one The blank enjoyed working with children He turns the book around and slides it across the table toward her She reads 1 The ______ enjoyed working with children.She reads through the list, cracking the knuckles of her toes against the floorboards Daddy looks at her, but she doesnt know the answer She says, Suspect, maybe its suspect Daddy raises his eyebrows and she pencils in,1 The suspect enjoyed working with children.He drags the book across the table and looks at it Well, now, he says, look here at number two He slides the book back to her She looks at number two.2 I ______ we will arrive late to the party.She listens to him breathing through his broken nose, his every breath unbearable to her because she loves him She attends to his face, its every detail, thinking, you bitch, you can do this, you bitch.Look, he says, look, and he takes her pencil and with two deft strokes strikes out suspect and writes in pediatrician Then he slides the book over to her and he says, Kibble, whats number two We just went over this Its right there.She looks at the page, which is the thing of absolute least importance in that room, her mind filled with his impatience He breaks the pencil in two, sets both pieces in front of the notebook She stoops over the page, thinking, stupid, stupid, stupid, and shitty at everything He rakes his fingernails across his stubble Okay Stooped in exhaustion and drawing a finger through the scum of blood on his plate Okay, all right, he says, and throws the notebook backhanded across the living room Okay, all right, thats enough for tonight, thats enoughwhats wrong with you Then, shaking his head No, thats all right, no, thats enough Turtle sits silently, her hair straggled around her face, and he cocks his jaw open and off to the left like hes testing the joint.He reaches out and places the Sig Sauer in front of her Then he draws the deck of cards across the table, drops it into his other hand He walks to the blocked window, stands in front of the bullet riddled targets, shucks off the decks case, draws the jack of spades, and holds it beside his eye, showing her the front, the back, the card in profile Turtle sits with her hands flat on the table looking at the gun He says, Dont be a little bitch, kibble He stands perfectly still Youre being a little bitch Are you trying to be a little bitch, kibble Turtle rises, squares her stance, levels the front sight with her right eye She knows the sight is level when the edge appears as thin as a razorif the gun tips up, she gets a telltale sheen off the sights top surface She revises that edge into a thin, bare line, thinking, careful, careful, girl In profile, the card makes a target as thick as a thumbnail She eases the play out of the 4.4 pound trigger, inhales, exhales to the natural slackening of her breath, and rolls on those 4.4 pounds She fires The top half of the card flutters down in a maple seed spiral Turtle stands unmoving except for quivers that chase themselves down her arms He shakes his head, smiling a little and trying to hide it, touching his lips dryly with his thumb Then he draws another card and holds it up for her.Dont be a little bitch, kibble, he says, and waits When she doesnt move, he says, Goddamn it, kibble.She checks the hammer with her thumb There is a way it feels to hold the gun right and Turtle dredges through that feeling for any wrongness, the edge of her notch sight covering his face, the sights glowing green tritium bead of a size with his eye For a suspended moment, her aim following her attention, his blue eye crests the thin, flat horizon of the front sight Her guts lurch and drop like a hooked fish going to weeds and she does not move, all the slack out of the trigger, thinking, shit, shit, thinking, do not look at him, do not look at him If he sees her across those sights, he makes no expression Deliberately, she matches the sights to the quaking, unfocused card She exhales to the natural slackening of her breath and fires The card doesnt move Shes missed She can see the mark on the target board, a handsbreath from him She decocks the hammer and lowers the gun Sweat is lacy and bright in her eyelashes.Try aiming, he says.She stands perfectly still.Are you going to try again or what is this Turtle locks back the hammer and brings the gun from hip to dominant eye, the sights level, coequal slots of light between the front sight and the notch, the tip so steady you could balance a coin upright on the front post The card in contrast moves ever so slightly up and down A bare tremor answers to his heartbeat She thinks, do not look at him, do not look at his face Look at your front sight, look at the top edge of your front sight In the silence after the gunshot, Turtle relaxes the trigger until it clicks Martin turns the unharmed card over in his hand and makes a show of inspecting it He says, Thats just exactly what I thought, and tosses the card to the floorboards, walks back to the table, sits down opposite her, picks up a book hed set open and facedown on the table, and leans over it On the boarded up window behind him, the bullet holes make a cluster you could cover with a quarter.She stands watching him for three heartbeats She pops the magazine, ejects the round from the chamber, and catches it in her hand, locks the slide back, and sets the gun, magazine, and shell on the table beside her dirty plate The shell rolls a broad arc with a marbly sound He wets a finger and turns the page She stands waiting for him to look up at her, but he does not look up, and she thinks, is this all She goes upstairs to her room, dark with unvarnished wood paneling, the creepers of poison oak reaching through the sashes and the frame of the western window.That night Turtle waits on her plywood platform, under the green military sleeping bag and wool blankets, listening to the rats gnawing on the dirty dishes in the kitchen Sometimes she can hear the clack clack clack of a rat squatting on a stack of plates and scratching its neck She can hear Martin pace from room to room On wall pegs, her Lewis Machine Tool AR 10, her Noveske AR 15, and her Remington 870 twelve gauge pump action shotgun Each answers a different philosophy of use Her clothes are folded carefully on her shelves, her socks stowed in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed Once, she left a blanket unfolded and he burned it in the yard, saying, Only animals ruin their homes, kibble, only animals ruin their fucking homes.In the morning, Martin comes out of his room belting on his Levis, and Turtle opens the fridge and takes out a carton of eggs and a beer She throws him the beer He seats the cap on the counters edge, bangs it off, stands drinking His flannel hangs open around his chest His abdominal muscles move with his drinking Turtle knocks the eggs against the countertop, and holding them aloft in her fist, purses open the crack and drops the contents into her mouth, discarding shells into the five gallon compost bucket.You dont have to walk me, she says, cuffing at her mouth.I know it, he says.You dont have to, she says.I know I dont have to, he says.He walks her down to the bus, father and daughter following ruts beside the rattlesnake grass median On either side, the thorny, unblooming rosettes of bull thistles Martin holds the beer to his chest, buttoning his flannel with his other hand They wait together at the gravel pullout lined with devils pokers and the dormant bulbs of naked lady lilies California poppies nest in the gravel Turtle can smell the rotting seaweed on the beach below them and the fertile stink of the estuary twenty yards away In Buckhorn Bay, the water is pale green with white scrims around the sea stacks The ocean shades to pale blue farther out, and the color matches the sky exactly, no horizon line and no clouds.Look at that, kibble, Martin says.You dont have to wait, she says.Looking at something like that, good for your soul You look and you think, goddamn To study it is to approach truth Youre living at the edge of the world and you think that teaches you something about life, to look out at it And years go by, with you thinking that You know what I mean Yes, Daddy.Years go by, with you thinking that its a kind of important existential work youre doing, to hold back the darkness in the act of beholding Then one day, you realize that you dont know what the hell youre looking at Its irreducibly strange and it is unlike anything except itself and all that brooding was nothing but vanity, every thought you ever had missed the inexplicableness of the thing, its vastness and its uncaring Youve been looking at the ocean for years and you thought it meant something, but it meant nothing. My Absolute Darlingis a novel that readers will gulp down, gaspingTallent is a prodigiously talented new writer The Washington PostA searing story of abuse and damaged people, but also about resilience, strength and survival Much recommended.Nicholas Kristof in The New York TimesWith its unconventional heroine and unflinching portrayal of an abused girls fight to save herself, My Absolute Darling seems poised to become the breakout debut of the year The New York Times My Absolute Darlingis Gabriel Tallent s first novel, and no less than Stephen King has called it a masterpiece to rank with To Kill A Mockingbirdand Catch 22.NPROur generations next beloved literary heroine.this is one of the most important books you ll pick up this decade Harper s BazaarA gripping introduction to a seriously brave little girl My Absolute Darling is an affecting read but also an important one USA TodayImpressively, this isa novel of great beauty, filled with lush evocations of the woods Wall Street JournalMake some time to read Gabriel Tallents My Absolute DarlingThe sentences are beautiful, the language spare and tough.Sam Sifton in The New York TimesA gripping read, written in beautiful, brutal prose My Absolute Darling is a Great American Novel for the increasingly isolationist, fractionalised and disenchanted contemporary era Financial TimesA stunningly poetic psychological thriller O, The Oprah MagazineThere s no shortage of things to admire in My Absolute Darlingit s a devastating and powerful debut from a writer who s almost certain to have a wonderful career ahead of him NPR.orgAn unputdownable coming of age novel Entertainment WeeklyThe best drop everything debutif you loved To Kill A Mockingbirds Scout Finch, youll be into Turtle Alveston GlamourA brilliant and haunting debut PeopleLush and vivid Youll read it with your stomach in your shoes, rooting for Turtle the whole time Marie Claire An engrossing read InStyleCaptures a compelling young heroine Vanity FairA major American debut that incorporates psychological realism of the highest order, juxtaposed with nature writing that at times is so lyrical, you might as well be reading poetry The Houston ChronicleStunning contemplative and heart wrenching Los Angeles Review of BooksExtraordinarily unsettling and ambitiousan amazing debut The San Francisco ChronicleBrilliant and terrifying, told in expansive, wild and bold proseReading this book is like watching an electrical storm, both beautiful and dangerous The Minneapolis Star Tribune A glaring, gorgeous book My Absolute Darling sounds primal alarms with an urgent contemporary voice Pittsburgh Post GazetteBeautifully written and emotionally gripping My Absolute Darlingis a strange hybrid of a book, part gorgeous nature writing, part psychologically astute family drama Tampa Bay Times ExplosiveThere are many elements of this story we would rather not believe all so convincingly rendered that we cant help but believe them The Boston GlobeWith its excellent prose and fast paced plot, it is a spirited debut Dallas News My Absolute Darling is an absolute triumph The National Loved every minute NewsdayThe years must read novelTallent in this debut makes an old story the drama of coming of age feel original and full of youthful power The Times London An incandescent novel with an extraordinary, unforgettable heroine, both deeply contemplative and utterly thrilling The Guardian Ferocious, heart breaking Tallent combines gorgeous passages about the wilderness Turtle knows well and a steady beat of dramatic tension in this smashing debut.BBC A gripping, vivid debutReaders will root for Turtle as she sets out to escape and be absorbed by Tallents stunning descriptions of nature RealSimpleThe cinematic pace of My Absolute Darling will have you physically reactingas you barrel to the end of this incredibly redemptive, satisfying book goopEasily one of my favorite debut novels of the past decade LitHubGabriel Tallent showcases incredible emotional empathy and nature writing in this novel about a young woman named Turtle, whos my new favorite character in all of fiction Outside Online To read My Absolute Darling is to become an evangelist for it The MillionsPhilosophical but without pretense, the novel proves a fascinating examination of personal strength by allowing Turtle to define her own reality Paste Cathartic and spine tingling as hell Vox Turtle is the strong, resilient heroine we didnt know we needed, and youll fall head over heels in love with My Absolute Darling HelloGigglesA fearless adventure tale that s as savvy about internal emotional storms as it is about wrangling with family and nature A powerful, well turned story about abuse, its consequences, and what it takes to survive it Kirkus, starred reviewLucidly written, both heartbreaking and heartfelt, this book is ultimately affirmative without the slightest sentimentality, and its remarkable Library Journal, starred reviewRemarkable not only for its characterization but also for its minute examination of the natural world that Turtle inhabits So vivid is the gorgeously realized setting that it becomes itself a major character in a novel that lingers in the mind long after the final page Booklist, starred reviewEmotionally fraught Turtles story is harrowingly visceral Publishers WeeklyThere are books we like well enough to recommend, but there are a very fewthat we remember forever To my own shortlist I can now add My Absolute Darling, by Gabriel TallentThis book is ugly, beautiful, horrifying, and uplifting Stephen KingEvery scene in this astonishing novel packs so much tension, so much insight, such beautiful prose and such masterful handling of detail, I simply could not stop reading Phil Klay, National Book Award winning author of Redeployment My Absolute Darling by Gabriel Tallent Goodreads Apr , My has ratings and reviews Roxane said Given all the glowing buzz surrounding Darling, I really w A Novel Kindle edition Download it 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    • My Absolute Darling: A Novel
    • 1.1
    • 19
    • Format Kindle
    • 428 pages
    • B01N1U8J3T
    • Gabriel Tallent
    • Anglais
    • 18 July 2017

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