By Susan Sontag
In America is a kaleidoscopic portrait of the US at the cusp of modernity. As she did in her greatly well known novel The Volcano Lover, Susan Sontag casts a narrative positioned some time past in a clean, provocative gentle to create a fictional international choked with modern resonance.
In 1876 a gaggle of Poles led by means of Maryna Zalezowska, Poland's maximum actress, to migrate to the us and shuttle to California to came across a "utopian commune." whilst the commune fails, Maryna remains, learns English, and―as Marina Zalenska―forges a brand new, much more successful occupation at the American degree, changing into a diva on par with Sara Bernhardt.
In the US is approximately many stuff: a woman's look for self-transformation; the destiny of idealism; a existence within the theater; the numerous different types of love; and, now not least of all, tales and storytelling itself. Operatic within the scope and depth of the sentiments it depicts, richly precise and visionary in its account of the United States, and peopled with unforgettable characters.
In America is the winner of the 2000 nationwide ebook Award for Fiction.
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I've got a silly photo in my brain that I don’t placed all of this”—she pointed on the tray of jars and vials—“on my face, this previous face”—she laughed—“that I don’t remodel myself to appear diversified from the way in which i actually do”—she sighed—“that i will remain myself and nonetheless be all of the roles I love”—she shook her head—“which is most unlikely. ” “Why very unlikely? ” acknowledged Ryszard. “Why can’t you? ” “Spoken just like the author you're. ” She smiled. How he ached to grab her hand. “No author can needless to say appearing isn’t approximately sincerity. It isn’t even approximately feeling, that’s an phantasm. It’s approximately seeming. It’s approximately finding out. It should be approximately now not feeling. ” “That can’t be precise. You’ve advised me that you are feeling, to the purpose of actual soreness, all of the feelings of the characters you play. ” “Oh, what does it topic what I say approximately myself! ” “But you—” “Ryszard, I’m speaking approximately tips on how to develop into a greater actor. I don’t recognize that I’m so strong, I’m simply higher than the others. And why are such a lot actors so undesirable? they suspect that being overwrought is find out how to convey a robust feeling. They don’t know the way to behave. They don’t know the way to conceal. i attempt to inform this to our younger actors. I take note what Mr. Załężowski acknowledged greater than as soon as whilst he was once admonishing me. ‘Don’t mistake this impetuosity of yours for genius,’ he’d say. ‘There’s a lot to be shorn away ahead of you switch out to be . . . an individual. ’ He was once correct. extra correct than he may well ever have recognized, for Mr. Załężowski was once a very”—she was once deciding on her phrases carefully—“old-fashioned guy. ” “IMAGINE,” she acknowledged to Krystyna, “that you’re a tender woman residing with a guy a lot older than you, a foreigner. He has promised marriage yet there's a felony obstacle, a spouse someplace, although after all you assert he’s your husband. and there's a child now. occasionally he's harsh, yet you're keen on him and make excuses for no matter what he does that pains you. For the instant your house is an ill-furnished room in a colorless mining city, faraway from the attractive urban the place you have been born and the love-filled domestic of your formative years. think the room. a filthy window. A range. An armoire. a wide mattress. A cradle within the nook together with your little woman, blessedly asleep. the apparent wood desk and chairs. You’re at supper. And he, after gobbling down the frugal meal you’ve ready and wiping his mouth on his sleeve, has introduced that he's leaving you. He rises from the desk. You keep on with him to the door, pleading. He slams the door. in truth, he'll be again. Oh convinced, you’ll now not be rid of the brute so simply, yet you can’t comprehend that. For you, he's long gone endlessly. Now, what might you do? express me. You’re in an affliction of depression. exhibit me. No. move over there, by means of the door. ” status by means of the door, Krystyna hesitated a second, then started to sob. She staggered, shoulders heaving, to the center of the room; then collapsed within the chair and threw her higher physique at the desk, hands prolonged instantly out in entrance of her, and dropped the ideal aspect of her head on her palms; then sank to her knees, lifting her palms at a forty-five-degree perspective, and clasped her arms jointly; then— “No!