![]() “I can’t recall the last time I laughed this hard at a book. It’s a paradox that in order to locate a sense of national character-and that ever-elusive American dream-art must continually probe the places where that dream seems to have all but disappeared.” ![]() Homesick for Another World continues that exploration but with a wider range, over a larger landscape. Moshfegh quickly established herself as an important new voice in the literary world, and her concerns for those isolated not only in the margins of society but within the physical confines of the body itself mirrored the work of brilliant predecessors like Mary Gaitskill, Christine Schutt and, in some ways, Eileen Myles. It’s like watching someone grin with a mouthful of blood.” ![]() Homesick for Another World, and the chipper tone can be unnerving. Sampling her sentences is like touching a mildly electrified fence. ![]() At her best, she has a wicked sort of command. ![]() There’s some Flannery O’Connor, Harry Crews and Katherine Dunn in her interest in freaks and quasi-freaks. Her stories veer close to myth in a manner that can resemble fiction by the English writer Angela Carter. Moshfegh uses ugliness as if it were an intellectual and moral Swiss Army knife. ![]()
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