Ottessa Moshfegh

While on her daily walk with her dog in the nearby woods, our protagonist comes across a note, handwritten and carefully pinned to the ground with stones. Her name was Magda. Nobody will ever know who killed her. It wasn’t me. Here is her dead body. Shaky even on her best days, she is also […]

The Christmas season offers little cheer for Eileen Dunlop. Trapped between caring for her alcoholic father and her job as a secretary at the boys’ prison, she tempers her dreary days with dreams of escaping to

»Originell, modig, mästerlig.« | The Guardian Det är inte mycket med julen som gör Eileen Dunlop särskilt glad. Hon är en försynt men djupt bekymrad ung kvinna fångad mellan rollen som sin alkoholiserade pappas vårdare – i ett hem vars eländighet folk pratar om i grannskapet – och ett dagjobb som sekreterare på Moorehead, ett […]

»Ottessa Moshfegh är utan jämförelse den intressantaste samtida amerikanska författaren.«  The New Yorker  Vald till en av 2018 års bästa böcker av New York Times På ytan har hon livets alla fördelar. Hon är ung, vacker, smal och rik, har precis tagit examen från Columbia, och bor i en lägenhet på Upper East Side på […]

There’s something eerily unsettling about Ottessa Moshfegh’s stories, something almost dangerous while also being delightful – and often even weirdly hilarious. Her characters are all unsteady on their feet; all yearning for connection and betterment, in very different ways, but each of them seems destined to be tripped up by their own baser impulses. What […]

The debut short story collection by the author of Eileen, shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2016. There’s something eerily unsettling about Ottessa Moshfegh’s stories, something almost dangerous while also being delightful – and often even weirdly hilarious. Her characters are all unsteady on their feet; all yearning for connection and betterment, in very different ways, […]

A shocking, hilarious and strangely tender novel about a young woman’s experiment in narcotic hibernation, aided and abetted by one of the worst psychiatrists in the annals of literature. Our narrator has many of the