Peach
Ratings5
Average rating2.7
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Ratings5
Average rating2.7
Etwas ist passiert mit Peach. Blut läuft an ihren Beinen entlang, und der Geruch von verbranntem Fleisch klebt an ihrer Haut. Das Gehen tut weh, aber sie wankt nach Hause zu ihren Eltern, die nichts bemerken. Die beiden können sowieso gerade die Finger nicht voneinander lassen und haben außerdem ein neues zuckersüßes Baby. Peach muss sich selbst wieder zusammenflicken, damit sie zur Schule gehen und ihren Freund Grün treffen kann. Aber es ist unmöglich, Schlaf zu finden, wenn man vom Bild eines weit aufgerissenen Mundes verfolgt wird, unmöglich zu arbeiten, wenn verkohltes Wurstfett die Nase füllt, und zu essen, wenn der Bauch straff geschwollen ist. Peach beginnt zu verstehen, was sie Grausames tun muss, um darüber hinwegzukommen ... In ihrem brillanten Debütroman drückt Emma Glass das Unaussprechliche mit atemberaubender Klarheit und Verve aus. Intensiv körperliche, sinnliche, rhythmische Prosa – Peach ist eine visionäre literarische Stimme.
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Finding it a wild time going through reviews and people wanting all content about rape/sexual assault to be handled in a more palatable way than what Emma did with Peach.
The scenes are not palatable because rape is not something that should be palatable for your consumption. I think this was a really interesting take on what it can feel like for someone after the situation.
Genital mutilation after experiencing assault is not as un common as you'd think, just a friendly fyi.
Though due to the desire some people seem to have for a wrapped up bow for an experience that literally and genuinely doesn't end in the victims torture the millisecond at it's start, wellllll this isn't the book for you.
I give some grievance to the writing style/pace, but none due to its contents.
This book was horrifying and also made no sense. What the actual heck did I just read? I have no idea what to make of this, I feel sick and have SO MANY QUESTIONS. It was all so unnecessary and nonsensical and disgusting.
Ah, sweet, sweet, sweetPeach. So short. So sweet. So blunted. So cloying. Maybe it's an acquired taste.
Emma Glass's very original novella Peach is truly unlike anything I've read before. On one hand, it is rich, full of alliteration and word play. The use of language is done with great skill. This is a very poetic story, but unlike some other works of “prose” I've read that felt more like poetry than prose, Peach is merely a very poetic story. From the publisher's description and the opening pages, I expected something along these lines. What I did not expect was the intense surrealism and the black comedy. This is a strange book with some very uncomfortable moments. At times I think it works. At other times, I'm not convinced.
One thing that was very difficult for me to accept was the depiction of characters as objects. Most of these characters are foods including a man made of sausage. Mr. Custard, for instance, truly takes the shape of custard: he is a gelatinous mass of sweetness who must pick himself up from the floor occasionally and take shape. Spud is a giant potato who rolls everywhere. Peach, Sandy, Spud, Mr. Custard, Hair Netty, Green... At first I imagined these characters as Glass described them, but eventually, they took a new shape. I couldn't help but think of Mr. Men and Little Miss and once the image was in my head, there was no replacing it. So imagine Mr. Bump and Little Miss Star, driving around in Murakami-inspired cars with sushi rolls for wheels. That is how I will remember Peach.
Peach is also disturbing. Imagine Mr. Tickle and Little Miss Contrary slashing at one another, trouncing one another, devouring one another in all its visceral cartoonishness. Which leaves me with some questions. Is the surrealist style meant to soften the blow of the violence? Does this ridiculous presentation dull too much the impact of serious subjects? Peach is an uncomfortable story, but how much more uncomfortable could it have been had Glass refrained from her otherwise Saturday morning vibe? It's this presentation that ultimately makes Peach forgettable, a story beautifully rendered, but void of so much potential anguish.
