Worst Fears

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How did Ned Ludd die? More importantly, how did Alexandra Ludd live? Can a woman have everything - love, career, family, friends, fame - and still survive the envy of others? She needs luck as well.
'The literary equivalent of a stiff drink, a dip ia the Atlantic in January, a pep talk by a mildly sadistic coach. A snappy whodunnit of the heart.'
New York Times
'Worst Fears is her best book. Its prose is far superior to almost anything that has gone before, in all her long career of entertaining and instructing us. She has pushed some way offshore in her quest for what it is that draws people to try to share their lives and times and bodies.' Independent on Sunday
'It is unputdownable. I cannot remember a heroine tripping over quite so many banana skins in such a short space of time. Her every tumble is a delight. But it is a terrific read and, for those of a misanthropic bent, a primer in human callousness and perfidy.'
Sunday Telegraph
'Worst Fears is well-named. It is an... Tovább

Fülszöveg

How did Ned Ludd die? More importantly, how did Alexandra Ludd live? Can a woman have everything - love, career, family, friends, fame - and still survive the envy of others? She needs luck as well.
'The literary equivalent of a stiff drink, a dip ia the Atlantic in January, a pep talk by a mildly sadistic coach. A snappy whodunnit of the heart.'
New York Times
'Worst Fears is her best book. Its prose is far superior to almost anything that has gone before, in all her long career of entertaining and instructing us. She has pushed some way offshore in her quest for what it is that draws people to try to share their lives and times and bodies.' Independent on Sunday
'It is unputdownable. I cannot remember a heroine tripping over quite so many banana skins in such a short space of time. Her every tumble is a delight. But it is a terrific read and, for those of a misanthropic bent, a primer in human callousness and perfidy.'
Sunday Telegraph
'Worst Fears is well-named. It is an extraordinary, discomforting, rage-spit of a novel. It deals with loss, betrayal, bereavement, but most of all it is about sexual humiliation. If loving makes us vulnerable, sexual loving makes us raw, draws blood. This is an unswervingly serious book but there is, as ever, an acutely funny undertow.' Mail on Sunday
'Lip-smacking dialogue, toothsome chunks of Weldon wit and a good dollop of sweet revenge combine to produce a gourmet feast of a story.' In Dublin
'Unlikely worlds - Swift's, Voltaire's - are real enough to be wonderful settings for satire. Weldon's world may not be yours or mine but it's clear she's been there herself and seen suffering in it. And she's one of the few women novelists who can make our idiot lives look funny'
Spectator
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