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This book has salt on its fists and iron on its dancing feet.What a piece of vicious brilliance.
Tessie is one of my favorite authors right now. After reading Eileen, and Homesick for Another World, I was dying to get my hands on her first novel (more a novella), which she says is her favorite thing that she's written. I can understand why! She has an uncanny, almost preternatural ability to take a character and wrangle every single nuance out of them. She is meticulously, overwhelmingly detailed in her descriptions of mostly despicable, filthy people looking for some meta version of redemp...
Otessa Moshfegh’s debut is a dark, filthy, nasty and violent tale about the dangers of self delusion. McGlue has been sailing around the world. He has seen a lot of dark alleys. He knows hunger and cold and he never looks back. He lives in a constant vicious circle of drunkenness and hangovers. Rum is his blood. Then one day he finds himself wounded and arrested for the murder of his best friend. Did he do it? He doesn’t know.And neither do we.But we will... Oh yes, we will... As always with Mos...
Moshfegh's first literary publication tells the story of McGlue, a sailor who's a severe alcoholic, living with a permanent head injury and accused of killing his only friend, Johnson. Set in 1851, the novella is propelled forward by the mystery of whether he actually committed the crime: As McGlue is our narrator and the book starts with him being held in custody for the crime, we are caught in the haze of his perceptions and questionable, shaky memories, his hallucinations and flashbacks, as h...
Ok, I wanted to get this review out of the way because I really didn’t enjoy this book. My reasons are twofold. One, it is Moshfegh’s first book and her voice is still in progress. It has that characteristic nerdy overly ambitious debut novel vibe, but it is mostly just a mess. (In my humble opinion.) Second, I could not care less for the protagonist (19th-century sailor/drunk obviously suffering from the consequences of brain trauma caused by years of excessive drinking and numerous physical fi...
We have yet to see the next-level Ottessa Moshfegh book that I firmly believe she's capable of delivering. So I'm holding out on the five that my effusive review might otherwise point to. This, of course, is the way of things; she's only now coming up on book three, and I'd rather someone begin a little short of their potential than release a knockout debut and stagnate afterward. For its part, McGlue is a novel of a few small problems. There isn't a whole ton of character development, the hazy
I’m sorry Ms. Moshfegh.... but this was a miss for me. It’s the 4th book I’ve read of hers after My Year of Rest and Relaxation, Homesick for Another World, and Death in Her Hands, all of which I loved. This was just unsettling and not in the good, typical Moshfegh way.Story about a pirate named McGlue that forgot he committed a murder of one of his crewmates. There are so many slurs it’s unbearable, and like yeah McGlue is (basically) closeted but still. I commend our author for making me feel
Lackluster grit ... yeah, I know, it does sound nosensical, and so is the book. The idea was interesting, but the pretentious grittiness was sub-par. All the ingredients for a good book (intrigue, confused memories, self-destructive unreliable character, two plot-lines, two temporal planes, familial tragedy, forbidden love) are there, but still ... just meh!
a gritty and ugly novella about a sailor named mcglue who has no recollection of a murder he's been charged with. i liked the grossness of the writing style (ottessa moshfegh has SKILL) but i never managed to fully invest myself in the mystery or mcglue's character. i feel like it is important for me to disclose that the only reason i picked this up was because of who wrote it (when was the last time i read any other sailor/pirate/boat book?? a couple years at least) and i'm 100% certain i will
After reading My Year of Rest and Relaxation experiencing first hand her strong prose, unique style and bleakness (and nastiness!), Moshfegh became a favorite author of mine. My journey of reading her shorter stories start with McGlue, her first and favorite short story. McGlue is a dark, abstract story of a drunk sailor, who is accused of murdering his friend on board. His consciousness comes and goes, he has no memory whatsoever as to the murder in question, he has a huge crack in the skull an...
19th century sailor hates women, hates Black people, hates gays, and hates himself! gritty and gross and full of grief; dreamlike in confusion
i've said before ottessa moshfegh is the best writer working right now. i think it's probably true, and then i think to myself that we don't need terms like best or worst. she's just doing her thing and it's fucking amazing. McGlue is violent and harsh and delicate and so empathetic and lovely. they kept using the word intoxicating and intoxicant on the back of the book. it's true - an addictive and poisonous flower.
Like cracking your skull, prying your head open with your fingers and pouring whiskey inside it.
How utterly joyless. I liked it!
