Rezension: Claire Messud: “The Woman Upstairs”

Claire Messud’s latest novel, “The Woman Upstairs,” is an incongruous mashup of a very self-consciously literary novel  and one of those psychological horror films like “Single White Female” in which someone, ominously, is not who she appears to be.

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Rezension: Claire Messud: “The Woman Upstairs”

Messud, the least myopic of artists, has written a tale whose uneasy energy derives from the imploded diffidence of its protagonist, a woman whose fault lies not in the absence of ruth, but in her failure to fully realize herself.

Rezension: Claire Messud: “The Woman Upstairs”

Every new Claire Messud novel is a reason to rejoice. “The Woman Upstairs” follows up her superb “The Emperor’s Children”,which which was set in New York City in late 2011 and was as close to an instant classic as American literature has produced in this century.

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Rezension: Claire Messud: “The Woman Upstairs”

Reading the title of Claire Messud’s latest novel, anyone of a literary turn of mind will immediately think of the madwoman in the attic, the 19th century’s best-known “woman upstairs.”

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A teacher becomes obsessed with a charismatic family in Claire Messud’s fierce portrait of thwarted creativity. As Nora Eldridge, the narrator of Messud’s claustrophobically hypnotic new novel would have it, we are all of us surrounded by reservoirs of invisible rage

Rezension: Herman Koch: “The Dinner”

North American readers care inordinately that fictional characters be likable. This preference is strange, given that few real people are thoroughly nice and that those few aren’t interesting.