Αυτό το διήγημα έριξε το Ίντερνετ
ΕΝΑ ΔΙΗΓΗΜΑ ΡΙΧΝΕΙ ΤΑ ΙΝΤΕΡΝΕΤΣ
Όλα τα είδαμε μέσα στο ‘17, δε συμφωνείτε; Από βιβλία που
βγήκαν 30 χρόνια πριν να γίνονται τα βιβλία για τα οποία μιλάει
περισσότερο ο αναγνωστικός κόσμος σήμερα, μέχρι βιβλία που δεν υπάρχουν
να γίνονται νο1 στα bestsellers των New York Times. Έτσι, απολύτως
λογικά, λίγες μέρες πριν φύγει η χρονιά, είδαμε κι ένα διήγημα να
γίνεται viral.Το ‘Cat Person’ της Kristen Roupenian τυπώθηκε πριν μερικές ημέρες στον φρέσκο New Yorker και προκάλεσε πάμπολλες συζητήσεις, κόντρες, thinkpieces και tweets μέσα στην προηγούμενη εβδομάδα. Το διήγημα αφορά την ιστορία μιας νεαρής γυναίκας, της Margot, που φλερτάρει μέσω μηνυμάτων και μετά βγαίνει ένα πολύ άσχημο ραντεβού κι έχει μια κακή σεξουαλική εμπειρία με ένα μεγαλύτερο άντρα, τον Robert.
Το καλύτερο που έχετε να κάνετε είναι να διαβάσετε το διήγημα μόνοι σας και μετά να βυθιστείτε σε μερικά από τα κείμενα που γράφτηκαν για αυτό (όπως αυτό του Guardian, αυτό του The Atlantic ή αυτό του Village Voice, αφού περάσετε και μια βόλτα από τη συνέντευξη της συγγραφέα του.
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Cat Person
Margot
met Robert on a Wednesday night toward the end of her fall semester.
She was working behind the concession stand at the artsy movie theatre
downtown when he came in and bought a large popcorn and a box of Red
Vines.
“That’s an . . . unusual choice,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually sold a box of Red Vines before.”
Flirting
with her customers was a habit she’d picked up back when she worked as a
barista, and it helped with tips. She didn’t earn tips at the movie
theatre, but the job was boring otherwise, and she did think that Robert
was cute. Not so cute that she would have, say, gone up to him at a
party, but cute enough that she could have drummed up an imaginary crush
on him if he’d sat across from her during a dull class—though she was
pretty sure that he was out of college, in his mid-twenties at least. He
was tall, which she liked, and she could see the edge of a tattoo
peeking out from beneath the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt. But he was
on the heavy side, his beard was a little too long, and his shoulders
slumped forward slightly, as though he were protecting something.
Robert
did not pick up on her flirtation. Or, if he did, he showed it only by
stepping back, as though to make her lean toward him, try a little
harder. “Well,” he said. “O.K., then.” He pocketed his change.
But
the ne
xt week he came into the movie theatre again, and bought another box of Red Vines. “You’re getting better at your job,” he told her. “You managed not to insult me this time.”
xt week he came into the movie theatre again, and bought another box of Red Vines. “You’re getting better at your job,” he told her. “You managed not to insult me this time.”
She shrugged. “I’m up for a promotion, so,” she said.
After
the movie, he came back to her. “Concession-stand girl, give me your
phone number,” he said, and, surprising herself, she did.[.........]
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