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The Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles

A Novel. Ausgezeichnet mit dem Prix maison de la presse 2006
BuchKartoniert, Paperback
464 Seiten
Englisch
Penguin USerschienen am31.12.2013
Le Divorce meets The Elegance of the Hedgehog in this hilariously entertaining mega-bestseller from France

When her chronically unemployed husband runs off to start a crocodile farm in Kenya with his mistress, Joséphine Cortès is left in an unhappy state of affairs. The mother of two confident, beautiful teenage Hortense and shy, babyish Zoé is forced to maintain a stable family life while making ends meet on her meager salary as a medieval history scholar. Meanwhile, Joséphine s charismatic sister Iris seems to have it all a wealthy husband, gorgeous looks, and a très chic Paris address but she dreams of bringing meaning back into her life.

When Iris charms a famous publisher into offering her a lucrative deal for a twelfth-century romance, she offers her sister a deal of her own: Joséphine will write the novel and pocket all the proceeds, but the book will be published under Iris s name. All is well that is, until the book becomes the literary sensation of the season.mehr
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KlappentextLe Divorce meets The Elegance of the Hedgehog in this hilariously entertaining mega-bestseller from France

When her chronically unemployed husband runs off to start a crocodile farm in Kenya with his mistress, Joséphine Cortès is left in an unhappy state of affairs. The mother of two confident, beautiful teenage Hortense and shy, babyish Zoé is forced to maintain a stable family life while making ends meet on her meager salary as a medieval history scholar. Meanwhile, Joséphine s charismatic sister Iris seems to have it all a wealthy husband, gorgeous looks, and a très chic Paris address but she dreams of bringing meaning back into her life.

When Iris charms a famous publisher into offering her a lucrative deal for a twelfth-century romance, she offers her sister a deal of her own: Joséphine will write the novel and pocket all the proceeds, but the book will be published under Iris s name. All is well that is, until the book becomes the literary sensation of the season.
ZusammenfassungAn entertaining French mega-seller about a secret pact between two sisters that becomes unexpectedly (and hilariously) complicated.
Details
ISBN/GTIN978-0-14-312155-8
ProduktartBuch
EinbandartKartoniert, Paperback
Erscheinungsjahr2013
Erscheinungsdatum31.12.2013
ReiheJoséphine Cortès Novel
Reihen-Nr.1
Seiten464 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Gewicht418 g
Artikel-Nr.28777632
Rubriken
GenreRomane Hardcover

Inhalt/Kritik

Leseprobe
This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.
Copyright © 2006 by Editions Albin Michel - Paris
Translation copyright © 2013 by William Rodarmor and Helen Dickinson

Katherine Pancol is one of France's best known contempo rary authors. The Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles was a huge success in France, where it won the prix de Maison de la presse for best novel of the year. To date, it has sold some 2.4 million copies in thirty languages. Katherine was born in Morocco, grew up in France, taught school in Switzerland, and worked as a journalist at Paris-Match. She lived in new York City from 1980 to 1990 and has published two sequels to The Yel low Eyes of Crocodiles: La Valse lente des tortues (2008) and Les Écureuils de Central Park sont tristes le lundi (2010).

Chapter 1

Joséphine gasped and dropped the vegetable peeler. The blade had slipped on the potato and cut a long gash into her wrist. There was blood everywhere. She looked at her blue veins, the red streak, the white sink, the yellow plastic colander where the peeled white potatoes lay glistening. Leaning against the sink, she began to cry.

I need to cry, Joséphine thought. I don't know why. There are plenty of reasons, and this one is as good as any. She grabbed a dishcloth and pressed it on the cut. I'm going to turn into a fountain of tears, a fountain of blood, a fountain of sighs. I'm going to let myself die.

That was one solution. Just die, without a word. Fade away, like a lamp slowly dimming.

I'll die standing here at the sink, she thought, then corrected herself. No one dies standing up. You die lying down, or with your head in the oven, or in the bathtub. She'd read in some newspaper that the most common form of suicide for women was jumping out the window. For men it was hanging. Jump out the window?

She could never do that. But to weep as she bled to death, unable to tell whether the liquid streaming out of her was red or white? To fall slowly asleep . . .

Joséphine took a deep breath, adjusted the dish towel on her wrist, choked back her tears, and stared at her reflection in the window.

Get on with it, she told herself, peel those potatoes. You can think about all that other stuff later.

It was a late May morning, and the thermometer read 82 degrees in the shade. Out on their fifth-floor balcony, Joséphine's husband was playing chess against himself. Antoine worked hard to make it realistic, switching sides and picking up his pipe as he went. He hunched over the chessboard, blew out some smoke, lifted a piece, sucked on the pipe, put the piece back, exhaled again, picked up the piece again and moved it, shaking his head as he put the pipe down and went to sit in the other chair.

He was of average height, with brown hair and eyes. The crease of his trousers was razor sharp, and his shoes looked as if they had just come out of the box. His rolled-up shirtsleeves revealed slim forearms and wrists, and his nails had the luster of a professional manicure. He looked nicely groomed, the type of man you'd put in a furniture catalog to inspire confidence in the merchandise's quality.

Suddenly Antoine moved a piece, and a smile lit up his face.

"Checkmate!" he announced to his imaginary partner. "Poor guy, you're screwed. Never saw it coming!"

He got up, stretched, and decided to make himself a little drink, even though it wasn't quite that time yet.

He usually had a cocktail around six, while watching his fa vorite TV quiz show, Questions pour un champion. It had become a daily ritual, and he looked forward to it. Missing the show put him in a foul mood. Every evening he would tell himself that he should try out for the show himself, but things never went any further than that. He knew that he'd have to get past the elimi nation rounds, and something about the words elimination rounds chagrined him. He lifted the lid of the ice bmehr
Kritik
"A satisfying read."
-The Washington Post

"Bonjour, book lovers. Get ready for best-selling French author Katherine Pancol's American debut. It's a charmer about fortysomething sisters Iris and Josephine, who have taken very different paths in life but come together when each finds herself in need of a little reinvention. Read it and ouip."
-Daily Candy

"Lucky you! You're about to succumb to France's most irresistible writer! At the end of this delicious, tender, funny, heartwarming novel, you'll feel as if Iris and Joséphine are part of your family."
-Tatiana de Rosnay, New York Times bestselling author of Sarah's Key

"Thought Parisian women are perfect? Think again. A delicious treat about separation, sisterhood, and turning tables."
-Inès de la Fressange, New York Times bestselling author of Parisian Chic

"There is a gorgeous and invigorating zip and sparkle to the writing. You read it with a big smile."
-Elizabeth Buchan, New York Times bestselling author of Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman

"No wonder Katherine Pancol's books are all bestsellers, reading her feels like coming home. Her characters become like friends and family members, and you long to know how they get on. The Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles has all the quirks, tensions, and belly laughs that family, friendship, and sisterhood can entail. It is touching, entertaining, and vibrant."
-Cécile David-Weill, author of The Suitors

"This multilayered well-paced tale will delight you with its entertaining cast of characters and madcap adventures from Paris to the wilds of Africa."
-Katharine Davis, author of Capturing Paris

"Pancol deftly manages the constellation of characters in a cleareyed, warmly funny tale."
-Kirkus

"Pancol's runaway French bestseller is a satisfying Cinderella story. . . . delicious."
-Publishers Weekly

"Riveting . . . Delicious morsels involving every family member compel attention in a title that will appeal to fans of Marian Keyes and Olivia Goldsmith."
-Booklistmehr

Autor

Katherine Pancol, geb. 1954 in Casablanca geboren, lebt seit ihrem fünften Lebensjahr in Frankreich. Nach ihrem Literaturstudium arbeitete sie als Lehrerin, Journalistin und Autorin. Ihr beispielloser Aufstieg zum Phänomen Pancol begann 2006 mit dem Erscheinen von 'Die gelben Augen der Krokodile' und 2010 dominierte Pancol die Bestsellerlisten mit ihrer Trilogie schließlich ganz. Sie hat zwei erwachsene Kinder und lebt in Paris.