《唐詩三百首》蘅塘退士[編]陳婉俊[註] 唐诗三百首

Selected for the inaugural Fence Modern Prize in Prose by Rivka Galchen. Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue is in the hold, still too drunk to be sure of name or situation or orientation he may have killed a man. That man may have been his best friend. Intolerable memory accompanies sobriety. A-sail on the high seas of literary tradition, Ottessa Moshfegh gives us a nasty heartless blackguard on a knife-sharp voyage through the fogs of recollection. They said I've done something wrong?. . And they've just left me down here to starve. They'll see this inanition and be so damned they'll fall to my feet and pass up hot cross buns slathered in fresh butter and beg I forgive them. All of them. .: the entire world one by one. Like a good priest I'll pat their heads and nod. I'll dunk my skull into a barrel of gin. Ottessa Moshfegh was awarded the 2013 Plimpton Discovery Prize for her stories in the Paris Review and a creative writing fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts. She is currently a Wallace Stegner fellow at Stanford, and lives in Oakland, California. Mcglue Is In The Hold, Too Drunk From The Night Before To Be Sure Of Name Or Situation Or Orientation--he May Have Killed A Man. That Man May Have Been His Best Friend. Intolerable Memory Accompanies Sobriety. A Sail On The Seas Of Literary Tradition, Moshfegh Gives Us A Nasty Heartless Blackguard, A Knife-sharp Voyage Through The Fogs Of Recollection.--page 4 Of Cover. Ottessa Moshfegh. The Fence Modern Prize In Prose, Selected By Rivka Galchen. Darkly exquisite as drowning, McGlue inhabits the DTs of a dissolute man in the hold on a rough sea voyage.