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Location Call Number / Copy Notes Barcode Shelving Location Status Due Date
Greentown PL - Greentown AF MOSHFEGH (Text) 75342000087909 Adult Fiction Available -
Jefferson Co PL - Madison Main Branch FICTION MOSH (Text) 39391006919698 Fiction Available -
Princeton PL - Princeton M Moshfegh (Text) 30890000716488 New Adult Materials Upper level Available -

Record details

  • ISBN: 9780525522768
  • ISBN: 052552276X
  • Physical Description: 147 pages ; 20 cm
  • Publisher: New York : Penguin Books, 2019.

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General Note:
Originally published: Albany, NY : Fence Books, 2014.
Summary, etc.:
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.
Awards Note:
Winner of the Believer Book Award.
Subject: Murder > Fiction.
Genre: Historical fiction.
Thrillers (Fiction)
Detective and mystery fiction.
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  • Baker & Taylor
    A man held in the drunk tank in 1851 Salem, Massachusetts, tries to get sober enough to remember whether or not he killed his best friend. By the award-winning author of Eileen. Original.
  • Baker & Taylor
    Accused of murdering his friend, Johnson, McGlue struggles to remember what happened on that drunken night.
  • Penguin Putnam
    The debut novella from one of contemporary fiction's most exciting young voices, now in a new edition.

    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.

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