Supplication

A Novel

De: Nour Abi-Nakhoul

Narrado por: Natalie Liconti

"Astonishing." -Claudia Dey, author of Daughter.

A hallucinatory horror novel set deeply in the consciousness of a woman exploring a changed and frightening world.

Our protagonist comes to in a basement, tied to a chair, with a man looming over her. But someone has a knife.

We follow her as she emerges from captivity into an unnamed, nightmarish city, seeking some meaning to her new reality. As figures emerge from the night, some offering sanctuary, and others judgement, she keeps moving, making her way through this fever dream of a narrative. SUPPLICATION is a haunting, embodied tale of alienation, fear, and the quest for respite.

Reseñas de la Crítica

“Supplication is a blood-and-guts horror novel mixed with a deeply lyrical narrator. It is about withholding, control, and the malleability of desire.”
—Thea McLachlan, Xtra Magazine

“Full of foreboding and committed to depicting the extremes of interiority and the stinging incursions of the world into the self, Supplication evokes the work of Poe Sadeq Hedayat while remaining alien and new.”
—Naben Ruthnum, author of The Grimmer

“What an astonishing, indelible, and courageous book. I have never read anything like it. It entered my bloodstream. It takes every risk. Supplication is about the states of transformation women must endure and survive––every trial, loss, ascension, surrender, inhabitation is written so completely in its animal radiance, sensuality, and horror; the page can hardly hold the prose. The voice never breaks. Nour Abi-Nakhoul is a beautiful writer, conveying a hellscape, her sentences as direct as they are prismatic. So transforming, compulsive, and original.”
—Claudia Dey, author of Daughter

“Dreamy yet hard, propulsive yet ever-circling, Nour Abi-Nakhoul’s Supplication reveals its mysteries slowly and painfully, as if withdrawing a dagger from its own viscera.”
—Davey Davis, author of X

“Terrifying and poetic, Supplication twists the existentialism of Sartre’s Nausea into a dark and disturbing form. Simultaneously cinematic horror and interior meditation, this book is as disorienting as Kafka at his most absurd. A philosophical reflection on the nature of selfhood and discontinuity that somehow manages to be both timeless and irresistibly urgent.”
—Carrie Jenkins, author of Sad Love

Word Vomit

There is no cohesive story to be found here. Its just one long discriptive sentance after another about the same thing over and over and over again. An excercise in using as many adjectives and verbs as the author possibly could. I wanted to like this, but I couldn't even finish it.