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Artificial Silk Girl A Novel

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ISBN-10: 1590514548

ISBN-13: 9781590514542

Edition: N/A

Authors: Irmgard Keun, Kathie von Ankum

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List price: $27.99
Publisher: Other Press, LLC
Publication date: 6/14/2011
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 216
Size: 4.98" wide x 7.90" long x 0.53" tall
Weight: 0.462
Language: English

IRMGARD KEUN (1905-1982) became a sensation in her native Germany with the 1931 publication of her first novel, Gilgi, when she was 21. But her second novel, The Artificial Silk Girl, landed her on the Nazi blacklist. Eventually sentenced to death, she fled the country and staged her own suicide...then snuck back into Germany where she lived undercover for the duration of the war. Anthea Bell is the recipient of the Schlegel Tieck Prize for translation from German, the Independent Foreign Fiction Prize, and the Helen and Kurt Wolff Prize in 2002 for the translation of W. G. Sebald's Austerlitz, and the 2003 Austrian State Prize for Literary Translation. She lives in Cambridge, England.

Irmgard Keun was born in Berlin in 1905. She published her first novel, Gilgioacute;A Girl Just Like Us, in 1931. Her second novel, The Artificial Silk Girl, instantly became a bestseller. After the war, she resumed writing under the name of Charlotte Tralow, enjoying only modest success until her early works were rediscovered and reissued in the late 1970s. She died in 1982 in Cologne.

It was a dark morning and I saw his face in bed, and it made me feel angry and disgusted. Sleeping with a stranger you don't care about makes a woman bad. You have to know what you're doing it for. Money or love.
So I left. It was five in the morning. The air was white and cold and wet like a sheet on the laundry line. Where was I to go? I had to wander around the park with the swans, who have small eyes and long necks that they use to dislike people. I can understand them but I don't like them either, despite the fact that they are alive and that you should take pity on them. Everyone had left me. I spent several cold hours and felt like I had been buried in a cemetery on a rainy fall day. But it wasn't raining or else I would have stayed under a roof, because of the fur coat.
I look so elegant in that fur. It's like an unusual man who makes me beautiful through his love for me. I'm sure it used to belong to a fat lady with a lot of money-unfairly. It smells from checks and Deutsche Bank. But my skin is stronger. It smells of me now and Chypre-which is me, since K�semann gave me three bottles of it. The coat wants me and I want it. We have each other.
And so I went to see Therese. She also realized that I have to flee, because flight is an erotic word for her. She gave me her savings. Dear God, I swear to you, I will return it to her with diamonds and all the good fortune in the world.