Still Come Home. Katey Schultz
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Название: Still Come Home
Автор: Katey Schultz
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Книги о войне
isbn: 9781627202329
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Advance Praise
Still Come Home, is a stunning and deeply lyrical tour de force. The tension and interplay between three alternating voices—an Afghan woman, an American soldier, and a reluctant Taliban recruit—allow us to understand the characters’ struggles in a way that no single perspective could, and Schultz’s ability to enter into their radically different lives is nothing short of breathtaking. There is tragedy here, but also humor, moral blindness along with deep courage, and the desert holds it all. The sand and dust and changing sky of this novel are, like the prose itself, like the story Schultz gives us, at once devastating and gorgeous and utterly mesmerizing.
—Abigail DeWitt, author of News of Our Loved Ones
Katey Schultz’s debut novel Still Come Home is a remarkable book, impressive in its breadth and depth of story, engaging with its finely-drawn characters, and breath-taking in its pace. I know of few authors writing about war these days who can so skillfully balance both sides of the conflict with equal grace. Katey Schultz gives true heart and dignity to both the so-called ‘enemy’ and the ‘friendly’ forces of the American troops. Still Come Home made me think long and deep about how we humans all too often lose sight of our humanity during war. The characters in these pages remind us how complicated and anguishing decisions can be on both sides of the battle-lines.
—David Abrams, author of Brave Deeds and Fobbit
Still Come Home
Still Come Home
Katey Schultz
Copyright © 2019 by Katey Schultz
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First Edition
Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-62720-230-5
Paperback ISBN: 978-1-62720-231-2
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-62720-232-9
Printed in the United States of America
Design editor: Lillian Lane
Acquisitions editor: Keelin Ferdinandsen
Copy editor: Dani Williams
Promotion editor: Kelly Lyons
Cover art by Marianne Dages and Amze Emmons, “June,” letterpress on paper, 2013. https://www.mariannedages.com/
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This book is dedicated to my Number One,
Brad Quillen,
and to the quiet beauty of Mercy Me Hill
where many of these pages were written.
Excerpt from
“A Dialogue of Self and Soul”
by William Butler Yeats
A living man is blind and drinks his drop.
What matter if the ditches are impure?
What matter if I live it all once more?
Endure that toil of growing up;
The ignominy of boyhood; the distress
Of boyhood changing into man;
The unfinished man and his pain
Brought face to face with his own clumsiness;
The finished man among his enemies? --
How in the name of Heaven can he escape
That defiling and disfigured shape
The mirror of malicious eyes
Casts upon his eyes until at last
He thinks that shape must be his shape?
And what’s the good of an escape
If honour find him in the wintry blast?
I am content to live it all again
And yet again, if it be life to pitch
Into the frog-spawn of a blind man’s ditch,
A blind man battering blind men…
I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
Day One
1
Taking Flight
It’s market day, and the streets of Imar beckon. There may be nuts, fresh bread, produce—an apricot—and there it is, a craving for fruit seeping from Aaseya’s mind to her mouth, her taste buds springing to life. It would taste like candied moisture, a wet slice of sunlight in the mouth. But imagining is hardly enough, and what is a life if not lived fully? She wants the fruit. She wants her freedom. She wants to do everything she shouldn’t. She shoves back her purple headscarf and walks to the open window of her small, second-story apartment. She sticks her torso out and leans, hanging her head upside down. Her hair dangles like a black flag in the breeze. Positioned like this, she won’t have to look up the street at the remains of her family compound. She won’t have to wish she’d died in there three years ago either.
She hoists herself upright and sees sun splotches. A molten feeling fills her skull as blood drains downward and rights itself throughout her body. She leans against the windowsill and looks toward the sky.
The taste is still there.
An apricot.
Sweet and earthy.
Warm.
Amazing how a single thought can bloom like a saffron crocus, infusing the body. Her body. Seventeen years old and no one would have guessed this life for her. Not her father, СКАЧАТЬ