There's Nothing Left for You Here
Autor Allegra Solomonen Limba Engleză Paperback – 15 mar 2025
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781961897441
ISBN-10: 196189744X
Pagini: 180
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.29 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
ISBN-10: 196189744X
Pagini: 180
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.29 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
Recenzii
Allegra Solomon has written an impressive debut collection of short stories that offers readers a glimpse at a stellar writing career to come. These 8 stories showcase not only Solomon’s gift of the fresh and the new, but also allow us into the lives of enduring characters and their relationships. Romantic love. An anxious voyeur. The art of friendship. Black and brown girls protecting and thriving. Throughout, Solomon impresses us with her storytelling while unpacking the lives of a multicultural cast of characters who refuse conventional expectations of race or class. These characters are contemporary in the best way and get ready for them to take up space in your head and heart. The writing and the characters both have staying power!
—Crystal Wilkinson, Author of Praisesong for the Kitchen Ghosts
Zoom. Allegra Solomon is now! There’s Nothing Left for You Here is the Gen Z collection that is giving. . . . These characters that are savory, unapologetic, and are not your avatar. This collection proves to be EVERYTHING you came here for.
—Damaris B. Hill, Author of Breath Better Spent: Living Black Girlhood
These fresh, moody, unconventional stories are irresistible. They are very much “of the moment” but with an ethereal quality as well. I thoroughly enjoyed this collection!
—Deesha Philyaw, Author of The Secret Lives of Church Ladies
—Crystal Wilkinson, Author of Praisesong for the Kitchen Ghosts
Zoom. Allegra Solomon is now! There’s Nothing Left for You Here is the Gen Z collection that is giving. . . . These characters that are savory, unapologetic, and are not your avatar. This collection proves to be EVERYTHING you came here for.
—Damaris B. Hill, Author of Breath Better Spent: Living Black Girlhood
These fresh, moody, unconventional stories are irresistible. They are very much “of the moment” but with an ethereal quality as well. I thoroughly enjoyed this collection!
—Deesha Philyaw, Author of The Secret Lives of Church Ladies
Notă biografică
Allegra Solomon was born and raised in Columbus, Ohio. She got her MFA from the University of Kentucky and her B.A. in Creative Writing from Ohio University. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and has appeared in The Georgia Review, American Literary Review, New Ohio Review, Lolwe, The Account, and more. In 2023, There’s Nothing Left For You Here won the Kimbilio National Fiction Prize. This is her first book.
Extras
From “True Blue”
People liked being friends with Alexandria because she knew how to shut the fuck up. This is what she always told Nikita—that was the difference between the two of them. The first time she said this was two weeks after the Tommy incident. The school’s wound was still raw, bellying with consequences. She said it in her basement, game controller cold in her hands. Their adolescent bodies were lain on the hard carpet of Alexandria’s floor, playing Street Fighter on the TV by the window.
It’s a science, Alexandria said. You just soften yourself—cloudlike. You laugh not when the joke is funny, but when it’s supposed to be. You smile and pout and bat your little eyes and say, Really? Never have an opinion. You are a “yes” man. You are kind and docile and dumb. They will pour themselves into you. It works every time. Alexandria began to bang on the controller.
Nikita watched the pale glow of the television screen bounce off Alexandria’s dark face, mixing with the daylight. The sun was everywhere.
People liked being friends with Alexandria because she knew how to shut the fuck up. This is what she always told Nikita—that was the difference between the two of them. The first time she said this was two weeks after the Tommy incident. The school’s wound was still raw, bellying with consequences. She said it in her basement, game controller cold in her hands. Their adolescent bodies were lain on the hard carpet of Alexandria’s floor, playing Street Fighter on the TV by the window.
It’s a science, Alexandria said. You just soften yourself—cloudlike. You laugh not when the joke is funny, but when it’s supposed to be. You smile and pout and bat your little eyes and say, Really? Never have an opinion. You are a “yes” man. You are kind and docile and dumb. They will pour themselves into you. It works every time. Alexandria began to bang on the controller.
Nikita watched the pale glow of the television screen bounce off Alexandria’s dark face, mixing with the daylight. The sun was everywhere.