26-07-15

Hanya Yanagihara

 

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De Amerikaanse schrijfster Hanya Yanagihara werd geboren in 1975 in Los Angeles. Na haar afstuderen aan het meisjescollege Smith College in 1995 verhuisde Yanagihara verhuisde naar New York en werkte zij enkele jaren als publiciste. In 2007 begon zij te schrijven voor de Condé Nast Traveler, waar ze redacteur werd voordat zij in 2015 wegging om adjunct-hoofdredacteur van het tijdschrift T: The New York Times Style Magazine te worden. Haar eerste roman “The People in the Trees” was gebaseerd op het werkelijk gebeurde verhaal van viroloog Daniel Carleton Gajdusek en werd geprezen als een van de beste romans van 2013. Yanagihara's “A Little Life” werd gepubliceerd in maart 2015 en kreeg hoofdzakelijk weer gunstige beoordelingen, eigenlijk tegen de verwachtingen de redacteur, de agent en Yanagihara zelf in. Een opmerkelijke uitzondering was Daniel Mendelsohn voor de New York Review of Books, die wel veel kritiek had. In september 2015 werd het boek genomineerd voor de 2015 Man Booker Prize voor fictie.

Uit:A Little Life

“The eleventh apartment had only one closet, but it did have a sliding glass door that opened onto a small balcony, from which he could see a man sitting across the way, outdoors in only a T-shirt and shorts even though it was October, smoking. Willem held up a hand in greeting to him, but the man didn’t wave back.
In the bedroom, Jude was accordioning the closet door, opening and shutting it, when Willem came in. “There’s only one closet,” he said.
“That’s okay,” Willem said. “I have nothing to put in it anyway.”
“Neither do I.” They smiled at each other. The agent from the building wandered in after them. “We’ll take it,” Jude told her.
But back at the agent’s office, they were told they couldn’t rent the apartment after all. “Why not?” Jude asked her.
“You don’t make enough to cover six months’ rent, and you don’t have anything in savings,” said the agent, suddenly terse. She had checked their credit and their bank accounts and had at last realized that there was something amiss about two men in their twenties who were not a couple and yet were trying to rent a one-bedroom apartment on a dull (but still expensive) stretch of Twenty-fifth Street.
“Do you have anyone who can sign on as your guarantor? A boss? Parents?”
“Our parents are dead,” said Willem, swiftly.
The agent sighed. “Then I suggest you lower your expectations. No one who manages a well-run building is going to rent to candidates with your financial profile.” And then she stood, with an air of finality, and looked pointedly at the door.
When they told JB and Malcolm this, however, they made it into a comedy: the apartment floor became tattooed with mouse droppings, the man across the way had almost exposed himself, the agent was upset because she had been flirting with Willem and he hadn’t reciprocated.

“Who wants to live on Twenty-fifth and Second anyway,” asked JB. They were at Pho Viet Huong in Chinatown, where they met twice a month for dinner. Pho Viet Huong wasn’t very good--the pho was curiously sugary, the lime juice was soapy, and at least one of them got sick after every meal--but they kept coming, both out of habit and necessity. »

 

 
Hanya Yanagihara (Los Angeles, 1975)

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