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As he arrives with his family at the villa in the hills above Nice, France, Joe sees a body in the swimming pool. But the girl is very much alive. She is Kitty Finch: a self-proclaimed botanist with green-painted fingernails, walking naked out of the water and into the heart of their holiday. Why is she there? What does she want from them all? And why does Joe's enigmatic wife allow her to remain? A subversively brilliant study of love, Swimming Home reveals how the most devastating secrets are the ones we keep from ourselves.

Blending personal history, gender politics, philosophy, and literary theory into a luminescent treatise on writing, love, and loss, Things I Don't Want to Know is Deborah Levy's witty response to George Orwell's influential essay "Why I Write." Orwell identified four reasons he was driven to hammer at his typewriter - political purpose, historical impulse, sheer egoism, and aesthetic enthusiasm - and Levy's work riffs on these same commitments from a female writer's perspective.

The Cost of Living explores the subtle erasure of women's names, spaces, and stories in the modern everyday. In this "living autobiography" infused with warmth and humor, Deborah Levy critiques the roles that society assigns to us and reflects on the politics of breaking with the usual gendered rituals. What does it cost a woman to unsettle old boundaries and collapse the social hierarchies that make her a minor character in a world not arranged to her advantage?

Sofia, a young anthropologist, has spent much of her life trying to solve the mystery of her mother's unexplainable illness. She is frustrated with Rose and her constant complaints, but utterly relieved to be called to abandon her own disappointing fledgling adult life. She and her mother travel to the searing, arid coast of southern Spain to see a famous consultant - their very last chance - in the hope that he might cure her unpredictable limb paralysis. But Dr. Gomez has strange methods that seem to have little to do with physical medicine.

Deborah Levy’s vital literary voice speaks about many things. On footwear: “It has always been very clear to me that people who wear shoes without socks are destined to become my friends and lovers.” On public parks: “A civic garden square gentles the pace of the city that surrounds it, holding a thought before it scrambles.” Levy shares with us her most tender thoughts as she traces and measures her life against the backdrop of different literary imaginations.

It is 1988 and Saul Adler, a narcissistic young historian, has been invited to Communist East Berlin to do research; in exchange, he must publish a favorable essay about the German Democratic Republic. As a gift for his translator's sister, a Beatles fanatic who will be his host, Saul's girlfriend will shoot a photograph of him standing in the crosswalk on Abbey Road, an homage to the famous album cover. As he waits for her to arrive, he is grazed by an oncoming car, which changes the trajectory of his life.

"Three bicycles. Seven ghosts. A crumbling apartment block on the hill. Fame. Tenderness. The statue of Peter Pan. Silk. Melancholy. The banana tree. A love story." Virginia Woolf wrote that in order to be a writer, a woman needs a room of one's own. Now, in Real Estate, acclaimed author Deborah Levy concludes her groundbreaking trilogy of living autobiographies with an exhilarating, boldly intimate meditation on home and the specters that haunt it.

Deborah Levy revient sur sa vie. Elle fuit à Majorque pour réfléchir et se retrouver, et pense à l'Afrique du Sud, ce pays qu'elle a quitté, à son enfance, à l'apartheid, à son père – militant de l'ANC emprisonné –, aux oiseaux en cage, et à l'Angleterre, son pays d'adoption. Telle la marquise Cabrera se délectant du 'chocolat magique', elle est devenue écrivaine en lisant Marguerite Duras et Virginia Woolf.

The relationship between sleep and storytelling is an ancient one. For centuries sleep has provided writers with a magical ingredient, a passage of time during which great changes miraculously occur, an Orpheus-like voyage through the subconscious daubed with the fantastic. But over the last 10 years, our scientific understanding of sleep has been revolutionised. No longer is sleep viewed as a time of simple rest and recuperation. Instead it is proving to be an intensely dynamic period of brain activity.

The stories in Black Vodka, by acclaimed author Deborah Levy, are perfectly formed worlds unto themselves, written in elegant yet economical prose. She is a master of the short story, exploring loneliness and belonging; violence and tenderness; the ephemeral and the solid; the grotesque and the beautiful; love and infidelity; and fluid identities national, cultural, and personal.

22 writers talk about their memorable excursions and the act of walking, and share their creative observations. In these six series, taken from BBC Radio 3's The Essay, an array of novelists, poets, journalists and biographers chart the varied and inspiring walks they have taken around Britain and elsewhere. Here are treks taken at daybreak and after dark; in winter and in spring; in the footsteps of the past; and - in the case of Robert Macfarlane - along the ridges of the South Downs.

Tandis que ses filles prennent leur envol, elle nous emmène aux quatre coins du monde, de New York aux îles Saroniques en passant par Mumbai, Paris ou Berlin, tissant une méditation exaltante et follement intime sur le sens d'une maison et les fantômes qui la hantent. Entremêlant le passé et le présent, le personnel et le politique, la philosophie et l'histoire littéraire, convoquant Marguerite Duras ou Céline Sciamma, elle interroge avec acidité et humour le sens de la féminité et de la propriété.

Deborah Levy arranca estas memorias recordando la etapa de su vida en que rompía a llorar cuando subía unas escaleras mecánicas. Esemovimiento inocuo la llevaba a rincones de su memoria a los que no quería volver. Son esos recuerdos los que forman Cosas que no quiero saber, el inicio de su «autobiografía en construcción». Esta primera parte de lo que será un tríptico sobre la condición de ser mujer nace como respuesta al ensayo «Por qué escribo», de George Orwell. Sin embargo, Levy no viene a dar respuestas.

A new novel from the Booker Prize finalist Deborah Levy, the celebrated author of The Man Who Saw Everything and The Cost of Living. At the height of her career, the piano virtuoso Elsa M. Anderson—former child prodigy, now in her thirties—walks off the stage in Vienna, mid-performance. Now...

The image is instant. It whirs out of the camera, and they all watch it develop in silence. "Here." He gives the photograph to the perfect, flawless woman without looking at it, by way of apology. When everyone gathers around Luciana to admire it, Gustav clicks again. The unloved look brave. The unloved look heavier than the loved. Their eyes are sadder, but their thoughts are clearer. They are not concerned with pleasing or affirming their loved one's point of view. The unloved look preoccupied.

Au sommet de sa carrière, Elsa M. Anderson perd ses moyens et quitte la Salle dorée de Vienne en plein récital du Concerto n°2 de Rachmaninov. Une fuite en avant qui prend rapidement la forme d'une quête d'identité. À Athènes d'abord, dans un marché aux puces, où la jeune pianiste observe une inconnue affublée d'escarpins en peau de serpent en train d'acheter une paire de petits chevaux mécaniques. Elsa ne peut alors s'empêcher de convoiter les mêmes objets, comme s'ils détenaient la clé d'un secret bien enfoui en elle.

Deborah Levy empieza a escribir este libro cuando, con cincuenta años, se ve forzada a reinventarse: su matrimonio ha terminado, sus ingresos escasean, su madre se está muriendo y sus hijas empiezan a abandonar el nido. En un momento en que la vida tendría que volverse plácida e imperturbable,Levy decide abrazar el caos y la inestabilidad a cambio de recuperar, oculto bajo capas y capas de resignación, un nombre propio.

Deborah Levy imagina una casa en una latitud cálida, cerca de un lago o de un mar. Allí hay una chimenea y un mayordomo que atiende sus deseos, hasta el de discutir. Pero Levy en realidad está en Londres, no tiene dinero para construir el hogar que imagina, su apartamento es minúsculo y lo más parecido a un jardín en su casa es un banano al que entrega los cuidados que sus hijas ya no necesitan.

Beautiful Mutants, Deborah Levy's surreal first novel, introduces a manipulative and magical Russian exile who summons forth a series of grotesques - among them the Poet, the Banker, and the Anorexic Anarchist. Levy explores the anxieties that pervaded the 1980s: exile and emigration, broken dreams, crazed greed and the first seeds of the global financial crisis, self-destructive desires, and the disintegration of culture. It is a feverish allegory written in prose so beautiful and acrobatic that it could only come from a poet.

Die junge Frau Sofia begleitet ihre Mutter Rose nach Andalusien, wo diese in einer Spezialklinik behandelt werden soll, da die Beine ihr den Dienst versagen. Sofia, deren griechischer Vater die Familie vor Jahren verließ, versucht zu ergründen, woran ihre Mutter erkrankt ist und wo sie selbst steht. Beim Schwimmen im Meer, das voller Medusen ist, in Gesprächen mit dem Arzt Dr. Gomez oder dessen Tochter wird ihr immer klarer, dass sie sich von ihrer Mutter befreien muss.