Aquarium - Hardcover

Vann, David

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 080212352X ISBN 13: 9780802123527

Verlag: Grove Press / Atlantic Monthly Press, 2015

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<div>"<b>Like Melville, Faulkner, and McCarthy, Vann is already one of the great ones of American literature."&#151;ABC(Spain)<br><br>&#147;Vann&#8217;s prose is as pure as a gulp of water from an Alaskan stream.&#8221;&#151;<i>Financial Times</i></b><br><br>David Vann&#8217;s dazzling debut <i>Legend of a Suicide</i> was reviewed in over a 150 major global publications, won 11 prizes worldwide, was on 40 &#147;best books of the year&#8221; lists, and established its author as a literary master. Since then, Vann has delivered an exceptional body of work, receiving, among others, best foreign novel in France and Spain (France&#8217;s Prix Medicis Etranger, Spain&#8217;s Premi Llibreter), a California Book Award, and the mid-career St. Francis College Literary Prize. <i>Aquarium</i>, his implosive new book and first to be published by Grove, will take Vann to a wider audience than ever before.<br><br>Twelve year old Caitlin lives alone with her mother&#151;a docker at the local container port&#151;in subsidized housing next to an airport in Seattle. Each day, while she waits to be picked up after school, Caitlin visits the local aquarium to study the fish. Gazing at the creatures within the watery depths, Caitlin accesses a shimmering universe beyond her own. When she befriends an old man at the tanks one day, who seems as enamored of the fish as she, Caitlin cracks open a dark family secret and propels her once-blissful relationship with her mother toward a precipice of terrifying consequence.<br><br>In crystalline, chiseled yet graceful prose, <i>Aquarium</i> takes us into the heart of a brave young girl whose longing for love and capacity for forgiveness transforms the damaged people around her. Relentless and heartbreaking, primal and redemptive, <i>Aquarium</i> is a transporting story from one of the best American writers of our time.<br></div>

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<div>Published in 20 languages, <b>David Vann&#8217;s</b> internationally-bestselling books have won 15 prizes, including best foreign novel in France and Spain, and appeared on 75 Best Books of the Year lists in a dozen countries. A former Guggenheim fellow, he is currently a Professor at the University of Warwick in England and Honorary Professor at the University of Franche-Comt&#233; in France.<br></div>

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Aquarium

By David Vann

Atlantic Monthly Press

Copyright © 2015 David Vann
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-8021-2352-7

Opening section:

It was a fish so ugly it didn’t seem to be a fish at all. A rock made of cold flesh mossy and overgrown, mottled green and white. I hadn’t seen it at first, but then I pressed my face to the glass and tried to get closer. Buried in that impossible growth, the curve downward of thick lips, grimace for a mouth. Small black bead of an eye. Thick tail banded with dark spots. But nothing else recognizable as fish.
He’s an ugly one.
An old man next to me suddenly, his voice an unwelcome surprise. No one ever spoke to me here. Dark rooms, humid and warm, haven from the snow outside.
I guess so, I said.
Those eggs. He’s keeping them all safe.
And then I saw the eggs. I had thought the fish was partially hidden behind a white sea anemone, a clump of rounded soft white orbs, but I could see now there were no stalks, each orb individual, eggs somehow hanging together on the side of this fish. Yuck, I said.
Three-spot frogfish, the man said. We don’t know why the male keeps the eggs. Could be to keep them safe. Could be to lure other fish near.
Where are the three spots?
The old man chuckled. Good point. More spots on him than on an old man’s hand.
I didn’t look. I didn’t want to see his hand. He was very old, as in almost dead. At least seventy or something but standing okay. His breath an old person’s breath. I cupped my hands at the glass and moved away a bit, as if I were just looking for a better angle for view.
How old are you? he asked.
Twelve.
You’re a pretty girl. Why aren’t you with your friends, or your mother?
My mother works. I wait for her here. She picks me up at 4:30 or 5, depending on traffic.
Just then the fish lifted a fin partway, exactly like toes peeling away from rock, soft pale underside.
Our legs and arms are fins, I said. Look at his. Almost like toes grabbing the rock.
Wow, the old man said. We’ve changed so much we no longer recognize ourselves.
I looked at him then, the old man. Mottled flesh like the fish, hair hanging over in a part the way this fish’s upper fin hung curled over the eggs. Mouth in a grimace, lips hung downward. Small eyes buried in puffy lined flesh, camouflage, looking away. He was afraid.
Why are you here? I asked.
I just want to see. I don’t have much time.
Well you can watch the fish with me.
Thank you.
The frogfish wasn’t floating above the rocks. He was clinging to them. He looked like he would flee at any moment, but he hadn’t moved except to readjust his toes.
I bet it’s warm in there, he said. Tropical water. Indonesia. A whole life spent surrounded by warm water.
Like never getting out of the bath.
Exactly.
Another strange fish floated by higher above us, like leopard-print lace with the spots stretched. See-through fins and no shape of a fish, only a splotch of pattern.
Striated frogfish, the man said. A relative. Its Latin name mentions the antenna.
Where’s his mouth, or his eye, or anything?
I don’t know.
How can they even call that a fish?
It’s a good question.
How old are you?
The man chuckled. Sounds like you’re questioning how I can even be called a human.
Sorry.
It’s okay. I have to admit, I wonder about this myself. If I can hardly walk, and I’m alone, and I’m no longer recognizable, my face nothing like it was before, all the parts of it hiding away, so that I’m a surprise even to myself, then can you call that what you called it before? Isn’t it something new? And if no one else sees it, is it anything?
I’m sorry.
No. It’s an interesting question, one we should think about together. It would be my pleasure to think about this with you. We can think about whether he’s a fish and I’m a human.
Well I have to go. It’s almost 4:30, so my mother might drive up.
What time will you be here tomorrow?
School’s out at 2:40. So about quarter after three.
Where do you go to school?
Gatzert.
Isn’t that a long way to walk?
Yeah. Okay bye. I walked away in a hurry through those dark corridors rimmed in light. The aquarium itself felt like it was underwater, a submarine at tremendous depth. And then I’d emerge into the lobby and suddenly it was another world, the bright clouds of a Seattle sunset, a few orange patches in gray, streets wet. Snow turned to black and brown slush, waiting to become ice. My mother not yet at the curb.
I pulled my coat on and zipped up. I loved the feel of being doubled in size. I pulled the hood over my head, fake fur. I was almost invisible.
My mother rarely showed up at 4:30. I always started waiting then, but I had a lot of time to look at the railroad tracks across the street and the freeway overpasses beyond. Great slabs of dark concrete in the sky, the world banded. You could go north or south from here, and we always went south. The street was called Alaskan Way, but we never went that way.
Trucks and endless cars, concrete and sound and cold, nothing like the world of fish. They had never felt wind. They had never been cold or seen snow. But they did have to wait. All they did was wait. And what did they see in the glass? Did they see us, or only reflections of themselves, a house of mirrors?
I was going to be an ichthyologist when I grew up. I was going to live in Australia or Indonesia or Belize or the Red Sea and spend most of my day submerged in that same warm water. A fishtank stretching thousands of miles. The problem with the aquarium was that we couldn’t join them.

(Continues...)

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Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Grove Press / Atlantic Monthly Press
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2015
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 080212352X
• ISBN 13: 9780802123527
• Einband: Tapa dura
• Anzahl der Seiten: 272
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