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Sick de Porochista Khakpour

Sick

Autor Porochista Khakpour
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 2 aug 2018
A devastating memoir of chronic illness, misdiagnosis, addiction and the myth of full recovery - already an online phenomenon in the USA in summer 2018
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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9781786896049
ISBN-10: 1786896044
Pagini: 272
Ilustrații: No
Dimensiuni: 128 x 198 x 22 mm
Greutate: 0.19 kg
Ediția:Main
Editura: Canongate Books

Notă biografică

Porochista Khakpour is the author of the novels Sons and Other Flammable Objects, which was longlisted for the Dylan Thomas Prize, and The Last Illusion. Her writing has appeared in the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, Elle, Slate and Salon, among others. She has been awarded a number of fellowships and is currently a guest member of the faculty at Vermont College of Fine Arts and a Contributing Editor at the Evergreen Review. Born in Tehran and raised in Los Angeles, she now lives in New York City's Harlem. Her memoir, Sick, chronicles her discovery of late-stage Lyme disease.

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Recenzii

“Readers, writers, and sick people all crave origin stories, and Khakpour tries to serve one up: the first bad decision, the first bad boyfriend, the first childhood trauma? A tick bite in California? Pennsylvania? New York? Which came first, addiction or infection? Then she shows us the oceanic mess that is chronic illness, a story without a clear origin or a neat arc, and we see how it becomes an ongoing presence -- not a narrative at all. We are forced to consider what it must be like to live like this, to leave aside all our illusions of fairness, logic, and control. What a gift.”