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"Aridjis' captivating, cerebral novel is set in a modern-day London that, when envisioned via her sophisticated prose, calls to mind more contemplative times of a century ago. . . [Her] layered, painterly prose evokes this world to perfection."
--Booklist (starred review)
--Kirkus Reviews (starred review) "While there's a distinctly feminist scent wafting through the pages of this short, beautiful novel, it never feels remotely polemical--in fact, it's all the more powerful for being so irreducible to a single theme. Aridjis's intelligent prose makes this slight story into something dramatic and affecting, completely coherent and oddly irresistible. It is a brilliant book."
--Publishers Weekly (starred review) "Lyrical and haunting. . . A beautiful portrait of urban loneliness, and the pursuit of meaning amid the barbed comforts of solitude."
--Economist "[Asunder] is full of shadows and symbolism one can't quite put a finger on. . . A study in grayness and halftones, never using the extremes of black and white or bold color. . . [yet] her observations often have a startling zing."
--New York Journal of Books
"Chloe Aridjis is crafting a poetics of the strange... This is deft and shimmering fiction."
--Times Literary Supplement (UK) "Chloe Aridjis's debut novel, Book of Clouds--winner of the French Prix du Premier Roman Etranger in 2009--was a critical success and a daunting act to follow. [With its] unusual imagery and lyrical style. . . Aridjis has risen to the occasion with Asunder. . . An absorbing and moving book."
--Financial Times (UK) "Strange, extravagant, darkly absorbing. . . An original and assertive performance with more than a hint of the baroque. . . Having surprised us in Berlin (in Book of Clouds), Aridjis surprises us again with her comical and macabre version of London, where goths huddle in nightclub corners 'like packed umbrella stands' and a hypnotist might cure your headache while bequeathing you a limp. . . There is a Nabokovian rhythm in Asunder's obsessive permutations, and in the novel's dance of fluttering life and slow decay. . . Obsessed by museums and collections, the novel is itself a museum of motifs displayed in tense juxtaposition. It is the work of an addicted image-maker who fills her cabinet of curiosities and then adds some more. . . [Chloe Aridjis's] novel thrills with energy."
--Alexandra Harris, Guardian (UK)
"In this little gem of a novel, Aridjis takes on the troubling questions of life and quietly works her way to the best answers she can find. . . Aridjis is something of a genius in her ability to enrich the ordinary with epiphanies rendered in deceptively short and simple prose."
--Bruce Jacobs, Shelf Awareness
--Diana Athill, author of Stet and Somewhere Towards the End "Chloe Aridjis writes about sensations at the edges of perception, capturing experiences rarely included in fiction. A surprising sensibility and an effortlessly original voice."
--Eva Hoffman, author of Lost in Translation