#mcglue

[quotespile]

I am a drunk. It took me some time to know this. Here is how I know. How it’s always been is I don’t know how to talk or move or sleep or shit. I wake up mornings with my head in a vice. The only solution is to drink again. That makes me almost jolly. It does wonders in the morning to take my mind off the pain and pressure. I can use my eyes after the first drink, I remember how to line up my feet and walk, loosen my jaw, tell someone to get out of my way. Then I get tired. I whine and need to lie down. I lie down, I want a drink. I cannot sleep without having already forgotten my name, my face, my life.

Ottessa Moshfegh, McGlue

[fluffairy]

constantly, constantly thinking about this Ottessa Moshfegh profile. you can’t escape fate !!

(NYer profile by Ariel Levy)

[lulu-spooks]

Ottessa Moshfegh, your books are beautiful and insane and revolting and perverse and I will enjoy every single one of them but I will never recommend them to another person, girl you got something FUCKED going on with you and I feel like we should all collectively decide to minimise that damage by not recommending any of your books to anyone we care about

[sleepnavigator]

The Argentinean book cover of McGlue is so fucking ugly, why can't we have the nice covers??

[fiction-quotes]

I am a drunk.

It took me some time to know this.

Here is how I know. How it's always been I don't know how to talk or move or sleep or shit. I wake up mornings with my head in a vice. The only solution is to drink again. That makes me almost jolly. It does wonders in the morning to take my mind off the pain and pressure. I can use my eyes after that first drink, I remember how to line up my feet and walk, loosen my jaw, tell someone to get out of my way. Then I get tired. I whine and need to lie down. I lie down, I want a drink. I cannot sleep without having already forgotten my name, my face, my life. If I were to sit still or lie down in a room with some memory of myself – the time I have left to live out, that nasty sentence, that hell – I would go mad.

  —  McGlue (Ottessa Moshfegh)

[litandlifequotes]

I lie down, I want a drink. I cannot sleep without having already forgotten my name, my face, my life.

McGlue by Ottessa Moshfegh

[iwtv]

*drinking hard cider* he touches his brain to access the homosexuality lobe

[napoleoninjorts]

Some guy who’s been supplying me with money and drinks, talking to some doctor he has taken me to: He fell on his head

Me [heard “head” and got so hard i got nauseous]: i think i hauve a break in my skull

[queerographies]

[McGlue][Ottessa Moshfegh]

Lo straordinario esordio di Ottessa Moshfegh. Titolo: McGlueScritto da: Ottessa MoshfeghTitolo originale: McGlueTradotto da: Gioia GuerzoniEdito da: FeltrinelliAnno: 2024Pagine: 144ISBN: 9788807035760 La trama di McGlue di Ottessa Moshfegh Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue è tenuto sotto chiave nella stiva di una nave, ancora troppo ubriaco per essere sicuro del proprio nome, della situazione…

[first--lines]

I wake up.

  —  McGlue (Ottessa Moshfegh)

[m0rceauuuxxx]

ideal outfit would be like .. an 18th century sailor had to get dressed using theatre costumes or brothel leavings

[quotespile]

If I were to sit still or lie down in a room with some memory of myself – the time I have left to live out, that nasty sentence, that hell – I would go mad.

Ottessa Moshfegh, McGlue

[comingtoyoursenses]

Finally reading lapvona (I was saving it for october, then october passed last year, so I'm finally reading it now!!!) and I'm only into the second act but it's completely reinvigorated my love for ottessa moshfegh, I love the nasty gritty disgusting freakish nature of her writing and the way the emphasised disgusting freakishness is in lapvona is incredible. I'm so happy with this and I will update when I'm done

[kitsch-uragi]

Disco elysium has completely destroyed my mind bc why did I just look at the book I've been meaning to finish and had the thought "oh yeah a book. That's a great way to pass some time till evening"

[fiction-quotes]

What I have been thinking, captain, is what is exempt from import tax in one country is what I'd like to stick through the crack in my skull to start to fill it: hay, oranges, lemons, pineapples, cocoa nuts, grapes, green fruit, and vegetables of every variety, and linseed oil cake. Horses, pigs, poultry, dogs, and living animals of every description, except cattle and sheep. Corks, bark, firewood, logwood, and dyewoods. Copper or yellow metal, rod bolts or sheathing, and copper and yellow metal nails. Felt for sheathing, oakum and junk, pitch, tar, and resin. Sail canvas, boats, and boat oars.

I fill my head with ships' blocks, binnacle lamps, signal lamps, compasses, shackles, sheaves, deadeyes, rings and thimbles, dead lights, anchors, and chain cables of every description, and galvanized iron wire rope. Lime juice and ice. Printed books, music, and newspapers, maps, charts, globes, and uncut cardboard, millboard, and pasteboard. Ink, printing presses, printing type, and other printing materials. Passengers' baggage or cabin furniture arriving in the colony at any time within three months before or after the owner thereof. Tablets, memorial windows, harmoniums, organs, bells, and clocks specially imported for churches or chapels. Hides and skins of every description, raw and unmanufactured. Veneers of all sorts. Rattans, split or unsplit.

Carriage shafts, spokes, naves, and felloes. School slates and slate pencils, slates for roofing, and slates and stone for flagging. Marble, granite, slate, or stone in rough block.

Soda ash, caustic soda, and silicate of soda. Cotton waste, woollen waste, candle cotton, wood, flax, hemp, tow, and jute, unmanufactured. Specimens of natural history, mineralogy, or botany. Gold dust, gold bars, bullion, and coin. Coir bristles and hair unmanufactured. Broom heads and stocks, partly manufactured for brushmaking purposes. Jars of glass or of earthenware, specially imported for jam. Rod bar hoop sheet plate and pig iron and pighead share moulds and mould boards. Epsom salts, citric acid, sulphuric acid, muriatic acid, carbolic acid. Hair cloth for hopkilns. Wines and spirits.

Captain.

What's true?

  —  McGlue (Ottessa Moshfegh)

[girlbr0thers]

If you really think about it MARINA's music was written for horrible closeted Bostonian men from the 1850's.