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En su sexta novela, Rachel Cusk, una de las escritoras más prestigiosas e innovadoras del panorama literario internacional, indaga con valentía en las zonas más oscuras de la sociedad contemporánea. El título hace referencia a un moderno barrio residencial del centro de Inglaterra, donde varias familias de clase media fingen que no han renunciado a la vida. La acción transcurre a lo largo de un solo y lluvioso día, y en cada capítulo conocemos la intimidad, la frustración, el deseo, el odio o incluso la locura de...
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Overview

En su sexta novela, Rachel Cusk, una de las escritoras más prestigiosas e innovadoras del panorama literario internacional, indaga con valentía en las zonas más oscuras de la sociedad contemporánea. El título hace referencia a un moderno barrio residencial del centro de Inglaterra, donde varias familias de clase media fingen que no han renunciado a la vida. La acción transcurre a lo largo de un solo y lluvioso día, y en cada capítulo conocemos la intimidad, la frustración, el deseo, el odio o incluso la locura de varias mujeres, esposas y madres, enfrentadas a su soledad, a la tiranía de la maternidad o a los claroscuros del matrimonio. Nada escapa a la fulminante mirada de Cusk, capaz de desnudar sin piedad la apariencia paradisíaca de unas calles ajardinadas frecuentadas por bicicletas y niños. Un mundo terriblemente real.
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Editorial Reviews

Lucy Ellmann
Arlington Park is the kind of book that makes you burn things on the stove and berate your husband. Cusk is good at identifying what she fears and reviles. The challenge would be to say what she cares about, even if it makes her sound silly. Dignity isn’t everything. Honesty is.
— The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
In this devastating ensemble novel, Whitbread Award-winner Cusk (Saving Agnes) exposes the roiling inner lives and not-so-quiet desperation of young mothers in the well-to-do London suburb Arlington Park. The book's single day begins with an epic rainstorm that wakes part-time private-school English teacher Juliet Randall, who spent the previous evening at a wealthier neighbor's home and was told, in front of husband Benedict, "You want to be careful.... You can start to sound strident at your age." As Amanda Clapp strains to maintain her house's empty perfection, a multi-kid play date gets out of control. Maisie Carrington feels "imprisoned for life" by her frosty, upper-crust childhood, and can barely contain her violent feelings toward her own daughters. Christine Lanham, a newcomer to the class distinction her marriage has brought her, abhors the hypocrisy that surrounds her, but knows she will never leave her family. The story line coils around each woman's home until it gathers the group for a drunken dinner party, where husbands express pleasure with their privilege while fretting that something feels amiss, and children, exhausted by their mothers' alternating neglect and desperate love, sleep like the dead leaving the women holding hot coals of their silent insights. Their plight is an old story, but Cusk makes it incisively vivid. (Jan.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In the opening pages of this latest from Whitbread winner Cusk (Saving Agnes), Juliet is so incensed by the highhandedness of a wealthy dinner host and husband Benedict's indifferent response that she chops off her long, lustrous hair. The novel then moves to other denizens of the morally bankrupt English suburb that gives the book its name. Amanda tries desperately to fit in, finally succeeding in getting several women to drop by for coffee; Maisie ponders art, beauty, and why she left London; Solly learns something about her repressed life from a charismatic Italian boarder. Most of these characters end up at Christine's for a dinner party that clarifies the chilling anomie of places like Arlington Park. Christine would be its soul if it had one; brassy, tipsy, and eager for everyone to make her life fun, she's frustrated by the town's low horizons but exemplifies them as well. Cusk is pitch perfect at capturing the dammed-up people that make Arlington Park what it is, so carefully calibrating their doubts and dismissals that they veer straight off the page. They're not always good company-this reviewer threw the book down halfway through, swearing to get out of town-but in her luminous if disturbing study Cusk has done important work in giving them voice. Highly recommended. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 9/15/06].-Barbara Hoffert, Library Journal Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Suburban motherhood is no picnic in this latest examination of intertwined lives from British novelist Cusk (The Lucky Ones, 2004, etc.). The action takes place during a single rainy day in a well-pruned English suburb. But though its streets are tree-lined, its shops exclusive, its houses ranging from pretty to grand, Arlington Park is not entirely sheltered from the problems of the world. While dropping their older children at school and toting their toddlers around on errands, the no-longer-so-young mothers worry about impoverished gypsies, people dying of malnutrition, earthquake victims in Indonesia, ecological destruction and the four-year-old girl abducted from their own prosperous enclave. (She's found dead toward the end, a denouement in keeping with the novel's generally dark tone.) Is there something they should do about these unpleasant realities? How can they help anyone else, when they feel so helplessly adrift themselves? In previous fiction, and in her poignant memoir A Life's Work (2001), Cusk sensitively balanced an honest depiction of parenting's often overwhelming demands with tender acknowledgment of its joys. In this book, children are nearly always a burden, husbands prompt little besides bitterness and the one protagonist who's still working finds her job as a schoolteacher mostly a reminder of the intellectual ambitions she failed to fulfill. As usual with this deft and astute writer, the prose is elegant, the characterizations spot-on. Frustrated Juliet, obsessive Amanda, conflicted city transplant Maisie, pregnant-yet-again Solly and in particular angrily exuberant, confrontational Christine are wholly believable and uncomfortably familiar. Such is the author'sskill that few readers will be able to escape a sense of squirming empathy for these women's frequent bouts of self-pity and vertiginous feeling of not being in control of their relatively privileged lives. The sour aftertaste their stories leave, however, is a new development in Cusk's work-and not a welcome one. Accomplished, honest and uncompromising, but not a whole lot of fun.
From the Publisher
"Everything about Arlington Park is original and fearless."—Francine Prose, Bookforum

"Hideously funny . . . A novel with a sense of rightness at its core and a narrative intelligence so swift and piercing it can take your breath away."—The Boston Globe

"Her books are smart and deep, telling tales of urban life that are the twenty-first-century version of Austen or Thackeray. . . . Cusk's depictions and evaluations are spot-on, her language smooth and enthralling."—Baltimore Sun

"Cusk's glory is her style, cold and hard and devastatingly specific, empathetic but not sympathetic."—Los Angeles Times

"Cusk's frank acknowledgment of maternal ambivalence is rare and wonderful."—Entertainment Weekly

"Sharp wit and commanding prose."—The New York Times

"Devastating . . . Incisively vivid."—Publishers Weekly

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9788426420466
  • Publisher: Penguin Random House Grupo Editorial España
  • Publication date: 10/6/2011
  • Language: Spanish
  • Series: NARRATIVA
  • Sold by: RANDOM HOUSE MONDADORI
  • Format: eBook
  • File size: 267 KB

Meet the Author

Rachel Cusk is the Whitbread Award–winning author of Saving Agnes, The Temporary, The Country Life, The Lucky Ones, and In the Fold, and of the memoir A Life's Work: On Becoming a Mother. She lives in Bristol, England.

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Arlington Park


By Rachel Cusk

Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Copyright © 2006 Rachel Cusk
All right reserved.




Chapter One

All night the rain fell on Arlington Park.

The clouds came from the west: clouds like dark cathedrals, clouds like machines, clouds like black blossoms flowering in the arid starlit sky. They came over the English countryside, sunk in its muddled sleep. They came over the low, populous hills where scatterings of lights throbbed in the darkness. At midnight they reached the city, valiantly glittering in its shallow provincial basin. Unseen, they grew like a second city overhead, thickening, expanding, throwing up their savage monuments, their towers, their monstrous, unpeopled palaces of cloud.

In Arlington Park, people were sleeping. Here and there the houses showed an orange square of light. Cars crept along the deserted roads. A cat leapt from a wall, pouring itself down into the shadows. Silently the clouds filled the sky. The wind picked up. It faintly stirred the branches of the trees, and in the dark, empty park the swings moved back and forth a little. A handful of dried leaves shuffled on the pavement. Down in the city there were still people on the streets, but in Arlington Park they were in their beds, already surrendered to tomorrow. There was no one to see the rain coming, except a couple hurrying down the silent streets on their way back from an evening out.

"I don't like the look of that," said the man, peering up. "That's rain."

The woman gave an exasperated little laugh.

"You're the expert on everything tonight, aren't you?" she said.

They let themselves into their house. The orange light showed for an instant in their doorway and was extinguished again.

On Arlington Rise, where the streetlamps made a tunnel of hard light and the road began its descent down into the city, the wind lifted stray pieces of litter and whirled them around. Further down, the black sky sagged over the darkened shop-fronts. An irascible gust made the signs rattle against the windows. From here the city could be seen, spread out below in the half-splendour of night. A brown haze stood above it. In its heaped centre, cranes and office blocks and the tiny floodlit spires of the cathedral stood out in the dark against the haze. Red and yellow lights moved in little repeating patterns as though they were the lights of an intricate mechanism. All around it, where the suburbs extended to the north and the east, brilliant fields of light undulated over the blackened landscape.

In the centre of the city the pubs and restaurants were closed, but people were queuing outside the nightclubs. When the rain started to fall, a few of the girls shrieked and held their handbags over their heads. The boys laughed uneasily. They hunched their shoulders and put their hands in their pockets. The drops fell from the fathomless darkness and came glittering into the orange light. They fell on the awning of the Luna nightclub and twisted in the beams of the streetlamps. They fell into the melancholy, stained fountain in the square, where men in T-shirts sat with cans of lager and hooded boys made graceful circles in the dark on their skateboards. There were people milling in doorways, shrieking girls in stilettos, boys with sculpted hair, middle-aged men furtively carrying things in plastic bags. A woman in a tight raincoat tick-tacked hurriedly along the pavement, talking into her mobile phone. One of the men by the fountain took off his T-shirt and rubbed his startled chest in the rain while the others cheered. The traffic moved slowly through the spray. A group of men in a passing car blared their horn at the queuing girls and shouted out the windows as they went by.

The rain fell on the tortuous medieval streets and the grimy Victorian streets and on the big bombed streets where shopping centres had been built. It fell on the hospital and the old theatre and the new multiplex cinema. It fell on multi-storey car parks and office blocks. It fell on fast-food restaurants and pubs with Union Jacks in the windows. It fell on newly built blocks of flats whose windows were still in their plastic wrappers and whose foundations stood in mud, and it fell on their hoardings. Along the river, commercial buildings-insurance buildings and banks-stood one after another, geometric-shaped, and the rain fell in their empty, geometric-shaped plazas. On the black river, under the bridge, swans sheltered from the dark drops amidst the floating rubbish. All along the rain-blackened High Street people were waiting at bus stops: people from desolate parts of the city, from Weston or Hartford, where the rain fell on boarded-up shops and houses and the concrete walkways of insomniac estates. They crowded into the bus shelters, a man with a giant sheaf of dreadlocks, a man with an enormous suitcase, an old lady neatly parcelled into a tweed coat, a couple in tracksuits who kissed and kissed beneath the plastic roof where the rain beat down, so that when the bus came in a great dark arc of water the old lady had to tap the boy on the shoulder and tell them to get on.

The bus went through the rain up Firley Way, which passed from the centre all the way through the suburbs to the retail park, where rain fell on featureless warehouses and superstores and tumbled down in sheets over their empty car parks. It fell on the roofs of darkened garage forecourts. It fell on car showrooms and builders' merchants. It battered the plastic verandas where supermarket trolleys clung together in long, chattering rows. It fell on the business park, and on the shrubs adorning its desolate roundabout. It fell on the black, submissive fields from which the new places were unrepentantly carved. Over Merrywood shopping mall the rain fell hard on the giant neo-classical roof, so that water streamed down its indifferent façade.

On Arlington Rise the rain was running downhill in the gutters. Below, a kind of vapour hung over the city, muffling the red and yellow lights. The sounds of car horns and a siren rose up the hill from the glittering, steaming heap of the city.

A little further up, around a bend in the road, the vista disappeared. The darkness deepened. The buildings grew more graceful and the pavements more orderly. As the road ascended to Arlington Park the big, brash shops down below were succeeded by florists and antique shops: the off-licences became wine merchants, the fast-food chains became bistros. To either side tree-lined roads began to appear. In the rain these roads had the resilient atmosphere of ancient places. Their large houses stood impassively in the dark, set back amidst their dripping trees. Between them, a last, panoramic glimpse of the city could be seen below: of its eternal red and yellow lights, its pulsing mechanism, its streets always crawling with indiscriminate life. It was a startling view, though not a reassuring one. It was too mercilessly dramatic: with its unrelenting activity it lacked the sense of intermission, the proper stops and pauses of time. The story of life required its stops and its pauses, its days and nights. It didn't make sense otherwise. But to look at that view you'd think that a human life was meaningless. You'd think that a day meant nothing at all.

The rain fell on Arlington Park, fell on its empty avenues and its well-pruned hedges, on its schools and its churches, on its trees and its gardens. It fell on its Victorian terraces with their darkened windows, on its rows of bay-fronted houses, on its Georgian properties behind their gates, on its maze of tidy streets where the little two-storey houses were painted pretty colours. It fell joyously over the dark, deserted sward of the park, over its neat paths and bushes. It beat down, washing the pavements, sluicing along the drains, drumming on the bonnets of the parked cars. All night it fell, until with a new intensity, just before dawn, it emptied a roaring cascade of water over the houses so that the rain was flung against the darkened windows.

In their sleep they heard it, people lying in their beds: the thunderous noise of the water. It penetrated their dreams, a sound like the sound of uproarious applause. It was as if a great audience were applauding. Louder and louder it grew, this strange, unsettling sound. It filled the night: it rattled the windows and made people turn beneath their covers and children cry in their sleep. It made them feel somehow observed, as if a dark audience had assembled outside and were looking in through the windows, clapping their hands.

(Continues...)



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Advance Praise

“Arlington Park is a strikingly good novel, funny, poignant, savage, tender, and appalling. What I like most is the purity of the writing, the beautiful aptness of the language to thought and theme, and the play of wit. The satire has force because it is written from within, and all the characters, however absurd, are trapped, struggling, and deeply human.”—Helen Dunmore, author of The Siege and Talking to the Dead, winner of the Orange Prize

Introduction

One of Britain’s most exciting young novelists, Whitbread Award winner Rachel Cusk captures contemporary life in scenes that are by turns wry and tender, with a voice that brims with candor. In Arlington Park, Cusk turns her eye to suburbia, with a cast of characters whose anxieties and discomforts seem to rise in proportion to the tidy prosperity of their neighborhood. Unfolding through a variety of viewpoints, their stories echo in perceptive vignettes that raise questions about modern motherhood, the improvised dance of relationships and marriage, and the schism between social expectations and authenticity. Set over the course of a rainy day, moving from one household to another, this is a darkly comic, deeply affecting tour of the extraordinary nature of ordinary life. We hope the following questions will enrich your experience as you explore this wise, provocative novel.

Questions for Discussion

1. What is the effect of the stormy weather that permeates the novel? How does the author use tangible details to convey intangible aspects of her characters’ lives?

2. What is the source of Juliet’s rage? To what extent are her feelings toward husband, her children, and her job common among women in her situation? Has the sense of possibility truly been extinguished in her, as she fears?

3. Amanda’s car gives her a sense of control and escape, while Eddie continually makes her feel trapped. Where do the impressions and the reality of her life intersect? How does her current level of freedom compare to that of her previous life in business? Is her perfectionism an adequate tonic?

4. How is Christine’s perception of the journey to mall different from that of her friends? What does she realize about herself during this trip through the lesser suburbs, where saleswomen hawk thinness and the dressing rooms provide a common denominator?

5. Is Liz Connelly out of touch, or is she the most aware woman in her neighborhood? What does her religious awakening mean to her? Does it cause her to be a better or worse mother to Owen?

6. What were Maisie’s expectations upon leaving London? What does her reaction to the parking-lot incident with Jasper say about her, and about her neighbors?

7. Why was it important for Solly to know that Paola had been married and was a mother? Why was Paola able to take bigger risks than the women of Arlington Park seem to have taken? Would you have preferred to have Betty, Katzmi, or Paola in your home?

8. What was your reaction to the scene when the rain stopped and you were able to eavesdrop as the children and their mothers enjoyed the park? Was there a theme to their chatter?

9. How do your book club’s discussions compare with those of Juliet’s Literary Club? Why does she identify with the Brontë sisters to such a high degree?

10. What does the story of Juliet’s hair (from the memories of her mother to the nightmares she has as an adult) indicate about her changing attitudes toward her life?

11. Discuss the genre of twenty-first-century motherhood in general, as it appears on television dramas as well as in books. What dilemmas are presented to contemporary mothers? When Christine and her mother talk on the phone, what distinctions become apparent about the roles of wife and mother between two generations? Which generation of women has less anxiety?

12. What is the effect of reading a novel in stories, with Juliet’s haircutting narrative separated by other scenes? What innovations does the author apply to point of view and time lines? How does she balance humor and reverence?

13. How does each couple in Arlington Park manage the question of economics? How does money factor into their sense of status, and how does it affect power within the relationships? Which couples seem to be the best matches? Do the best-suited couples realize how compatible they are?

14. Which of the characters resonates with your experience? Is this circle of neighbors typical of those found in suburban America?

15. Describing Dom and Maisie’s house on Roderick Road, the author writes, “The kitchen was like a person with whom she had tried to get on and failed.” How do the characters’ homes, or even specific rooms, mirror their identities? How do Cusk’s descriptions of the various settings enhance her development of the characters?

16. What gender distinctions become apparent during the dinner party in the closing chapter? Knowing as much as you do about the guests’ private thoughts, do you believe they interact in an authentic way? Are their greatest fears eased or stoked by an evening together?

17. What common threads run through Rachel Cusk’s fiction and her memoir? What would the characters in her previous novels have thought of the residents of Arlington Park?

About the Author

Rachel Cusk is the Whitbread Award–winning author of Saving Agnes, The Temporary, The Country Life, The Lucky Ones, In the Fold (a New York Times Editor’s Choice), and the memoir A Life’s Work: On Becoming a Mother. Also the recipient of a Somerset Maugham Award for young writers, she lives in Bristol, England.

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