Mauve Desert

De: Nicole Brossard, Sina Queyras - afterword

Narrado por: Allegra Fulton

Duración: 5 h y 14 m

Resumen del Editor

First published in 1987, Nicole Brossard’s classic novel returns in a new edition. A seminal text in Canadian and feminist literature, Mauve Desert is a must-listen for audiences and writers alike.

This is both a single novel and three separate novels in one. In the first, Mauve Desert, 15-year-old Mélanie drives across the Arizona desert in a white Meteor chasing fear and desire, cutting loose from her mother and her mother's lover, Lorna, in their roadside Mauve Motel. In the second book, Maudes Laures reads Mauve Desert, becomes obsessed with it, and embarks on an extraordinary quest for its mysterious author, characters and meaning. The third book - Mauve, the Horizon - is Laures's eventual translation of Mauve Desert. Like all good translations, it is both the same and revealingly different from the original.

Nicole Brossard's writing is agile and inventive; from moment to moment gripping, exhilarating and erotic. Her language drifts and swells like sand dunes in a desert, cresting and accumulating into a landscape that shifts like wind and words; she translates the practice of translation, the pulse of desire.

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©2020 Nicole Brossard (P)2020 ECW Press

Reseñas de la Crítica

“With the appearance of Mauve Desert . . . Nicole Brossard reinforces her claim to be ranked among the few truly radical text-makers in North America.” (The Toronto Star)

“In Mauve Desert, Nicole Brossard writes from the point of impact; from the collision between languages, between forms and ideas, between cultures and genders. Her effects too are the effects of collisions: brilliant sparks and white hot fragments, alarm and the possibility of danger, and a momentary light in which we glimpse the bizarrely distorted faces of strangers, which turn out after all to have been our own.” (Margaret Atwood)