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Peach
by Emma Glass
I finished Peach a few days ago, and I'm still feeling its pulse. It was so vibrant, painful, dark, & true.
Peach is told in the prose style that I encountered about a year ago in Max Potter's Grief is the thing with feathers, and immediately loved. .
It's so interesting to me that both these books are stories of trauma, and have used the rhythm of words to reproduce the feelings of shock when it assails us, of fear when it makes our thoughts stammer, and of loss when it makes our words and visions trip over themselves.
Peach is on the same level of vibrancy and hallucinatory escapes as The Vegetarian by Han Kang, and of violence as Out by Natsuo Kirino. The end made me hold in my breath until I gasped! What a twist!
Peach is the name of the narrator, a young girl, who is dating her sweetheart Green, a boy in her school.
The story opens when Peach is struggling to make her way back home after having been raped. She describes how her body feels, how her mind reels at what has happened, remembering in pieces and not wanting to remember. She knows she will not tell anyone about this, least of all her boyfriend. But, the rapist is also a stalker. .
While my earlier read by Machado last week was all about being in symbiosis with one's body, Glass's was about looking at this connection when it is broken. .
The kind of emotions that our body and mind demand for the rupture to be mended is ultimately what Peach was about for me.
Given the themes of rape, and violence, Peach is a tough story, but it's an essential one, and Glass's experiment with prose really drew me in.
Glass's graphic descriptions of physical trauma, and the pieces of memory I had to put together given Peach's state, drove me so close to her, I could smell the smells that assailed her, and my hair stood on end at the panic of her hallucinations.
It's a tiny story, about 100 pages, but intense and powerful.
A huge thank you so much Bloomsbury Publishing for having sent me the early copy of Emma Glass's debut novel Peach which releases on 11 Jan in exchange for a review.
Peach is told in the prose style that I encountered about a year ago in Max Potter's Grief is the thing with feathers, and immediately loved. .
It's so interesting to me that both these books are stories of trauma, and have used the rhythm of words to reproduce the feelings of shock when it assails us, of fear when it makes our thoughts stammer, and of loss when it makes our words and visions trip over themselves.
Peach is on the same level of vibrancy and hallucinatory escapes as The Vegetarian by Han Kang, and of violence as Out by Natsuo Kirino. The end made me hold in my breath until I gasped! What a twist!
Peach is the name of the narrator, a young girl, who is dating her sweetheart Green, a boy in her school.
The story opens when Peach is struggling to make her way back home after having been raped. She describes how her body feels, how her mind reels at what has happened, remembering in pieces and not wanting to remember. She knows she will not tell anyone about this, least of all her boyfriend. But, the rapist is also a stalker. .
While my earlier read by Machado last week was all about being in symbiosis with one's body, Glass's was about looking at this connection when it is broken. .
The kind of emotions that our body and mind demand for the rupture to be mended is ultimately what Peach was about for me.
Given the themes of rape, and violence, Peach is a tough story, but it's an essential one, and Glass's experiment with prose really drew me in.
Glass's graphic descriptions of physical trauma, and the pieces of memory I had to put together given Peach's state, drove me so close to her, I could smell the smells that assailed her, and my hair stood on end at the panic of her hallucinations.
It's a tiny story, about 100 pages, but intense and powerful.
A huge thank you so much Bloomsbury Publishing for having sent me the early copy of Emma Glass's debut novel Peach which releases on 11 Jan in exchange for a review.