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My brain has absolutely no idea what just happened to it This is the weirdest book I have read for a long time, but I really enjoyed the experience of reading it It s very short, so I just sat here and read the whole thing in one go At the end of it, my brain felt completely scrambled and I m not really sure about everything that happened, even in such a short novel novella , but it s all good There are several laugh out loud moments, several What moments and a few sad moments I think My brain has absolutely no idea what just happened to it This is the weirdest book I have read for a long time, but I really enjoyed the experience of reading it It s very short, so I just sat here and read the whole thing in one go At the end of it, my brain felt completely scrambled and I m not really sure about everything that happened, even in such a short novel novella , but it s all good There are several laugh out loud moments, several What moments and a few sad moments I think the best plan is just to go with the whole surreal experience strap yourself in and enjoy the ride it s bizarre, but it s great fun No attempt here to give a book description you ll have to read it for yourself 4.5 stars almost a 5 star book But not for everyone for example, I feel pretty confident my wife, who reads a LOT of books, would put it down after about 3 pages I have no clue what I just finished listening to but it was mind blowing Totally weird but brilliant Wow More like a 4.5, but Levy s first novel novella, really is so strange and different it gets the bump up for its sheer audacity and exuberance Usually, I read primarily for plot and character, with language a somewhat distant second Here, however, I am not sure exactly WHAT happens, but it is so oddly compelling, and the language so exquisite, I was enchanted Having come to this after reading Levy s two most recent, Booker nominated books Hot Milk and Swimming Home , I can admire how he More like a 4.5, but Levy s first novel novella, really is so strange and different it gets the bump up for its sheer audacity and exuberance Usually, I read primarily for plot and character, with language a somewhat distant second Here, however, I am not sure exactly WHAT happens, but it is so oddly compelling, and the language so exquisite, I was enchanted Having come to this after reading Levy s two most recent, Booker nominated books Hot Milk and Swimming Home , I can admire how her work has progressed and grown in maturity, but this is astonishing for a first novel Surreal and dark and manic and meandering and mediocre. Four and a half stars.As always with Levy impeccably written Only WTF just happened Brash and slinky and hurty, I wishyoung British writers were brave enough to write like this 3.5 Erm, I m not sure what to say about this book I m not quite sure what I think of it Short and bizarre to say the least &Free Pdf ↵ Beautiful Mutants ☜ Beautiful Mutants is a stunning early novel by the Man Booker shortlisted Deborah Levy Levy s surreal and artful first novel, Beautiful Mutants, introduces Lapinski the manipulative and magical Russian exile who summons forth a number of urban pilgrims in a shimmering contemporary allegory about broken dreams and desires A stunningly original writer Kirsty Gunn It throbs its way into the imagination like the unguided missiles it decries Observer Levy s strength is her originality of thought and expression Jeanette WintersonDeborah Levy writes fiction, plays and poetry Her work has been staged by the Royal Shakespeare Company, and she is the author of highly praised books including The Unloved, Things I Don t Want to Know, Swallowing Geography and Billy and Girl Her novel Swimming Home was shortlisted for theMan Booker Prize,Specsavers National Book Awards UK Author of the Year andJewish Quarterly Wingate Prize, while the title story of her most recent work of fiction, Black Vodka, was shortlisted for theBBC International Short Story Award i am raping you with the archetypes you created seriously holycowamazing i wallowed in the language of this mirage of a story Levy spews beauty and pain and dirt and sex and gamma rays of terribleness and awe this book is why i read books, for language that transports and transposes and transubstantiates OK, i hate it when i try to be some sort of review badass just read this. I have read 4 or 5 Deborah Levy books now, and some of them I absolutely love I think her new memoir is very good, and I liked her two recent novels Swimming Home and Hot Milk This novel is muchhard to get behind For one thing, I am not clear about what is really happening And this kind of ambiguity makes me not really know how to follow the narrative if there is one I know from other recent reading that maybe I am ready fordirect realistic novels, so this one might have hit me I have read 4 or 5 Deborah Levy books now, and some of them I absolutely love I think her new memoir is very good, and I liked her two recent novels Swimming Home and Hot Milk This novel is muchhard to get behind For one thing, I am not clear about what is really happening And this kind of ambiguity makes me not really know how to follow the narrative if there is one I know from other recent reading that maybe I am ready fordirect realistic novels, so this one might have hit me at a bad time, but I also have recently read some that are alsoabstract, and so maybe not.Anyway, I will simply quote a long passage and let you see it.Levy My mother was the ice skating champion of Moscow She danced, glided, whirled on blades of steel, pregnant with me, warm in her womb even though I was on ice She said I was conceived on the marble slab of a war memorial, both she and my father in their Sunday best I came into being on a pile of corpses in the bitter snows of mid winter Afterwards they bought themselves a cone full of ponchiki, doughnuts dripping with fat and sprinkled with powdered sugar, and ate them outside the Kursk railway station, suddenly shy of the passion that had made them search for each other so urgently under all those clothes On my fifth birthday, my father stole a goose He stuffed it into the pocket of his heavy overcoat and whizzed off on his motorbike, trying to stop it from flying away with his knees We ate it that evening, and as I put the first forkful into my mouth he tickled me under the chin and said, This does not exist, understand I did not understand at the time, especially as my mother stuffed a pillow full of the feathers for me, and soaked the few left over in red vegetable dye to sew on to the skirt of her skating costume