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12 March 2012 Knopf UK and Spanish language rights available CAROLINA DE ROBERTIS was raised in England, Switzerland, and California by Uruguayan parents. Her fiction, nonfiction, and literary translations have appeared in ColorLines, The Virginia Quarterly Review, and the Indiana Review, among others. She is the recipient of a 2008 Hedgebrook Residency for Women Authoring Change and the translator of the Chilean novella Bonsai by Alejandro Zambra. Her debut novel The Invisible Mountain, was an international best seller, translated into fifteen languages, and was an O, The Oprah Magazine 2009 Terrific Read, a San Francisco Chronicle Best Book of the Year, and the recipient of the 2010 Rhegium Julii Debut Prize. Perla A Novel Carolina De Robertis Praise for Carolina De Robertis’ The Invisible Mountain: “An incantatory debut. . . . This visionary book beautifully, bravely breaks open all the old secrets.” —Elle “Enchanting, funny and heartbreaking. . . . An extraordinary first effort whose epic scope and deft handling reverberate with the deep pull of ancestry and the powerful influence of one’s country and the sacrifices of reinvention.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review) “A galloping saga. . . . the kind of novel you stay up late to finish and lie awake thinking about.” —San Francisco Chronicle Acoming-of-age story, based on a recent shocking chapter of Argentine history, about a young woman who makes a devastating discovery about her origins with the help of an enigmatic houseguest. Perla grew up a privileged only child in Buenos Aires, with a cold, polished mother, and a straight-laced naval officer father whose profession she learned early on not to disclose in a country still reeling from the human rights abuses perpetrated by the now deposed military dictatorship. She understands that her parents were on the wrong side of the war, but her love for them—especially for her father—is unconditional. But when Perla wakes up in the middle of the night to find a naked, sopping wet, maybe-human creature stinking of the sea crouched on the living room rug, she begins an emotional journey that will force her to confront the constant, gnawing unease that she has spent her whole life trying to supress. Eventually she must make a wrenching decision that will forever define who she is, and can become. This is a novel about the imprints left by historical events on the most intimate parts of the soul, the risks one woman takes to claim her most authentic self, and the incomparable ferocity of human love.
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER ONE I’ll tell you all of it, the raw story—it pushes and demands to be told, here, now, with you so close and the past even closer, breathing at the napes of our necks. Is this a ghost story or a love story? Is it the tale of how I came to be, or how I came undone? I can’t tell. There’s so much about what happened that I still can’t completely wrap my head around, so I don’t store it in my head, but in the rest of me. Some things are impossible for the mind to hold alone. So listen, if you can, with your whole being. He arrived on the second of March, 2001, a few minutes after midnight. I was alone. I heard a low sound from the living room, a kind of scrape, like fingernails on unyielding floor—then silence. At first I couldn’t move; I wondered whether I had left a window open, but no, I had not. I picked up the knife from the counter, still flecked with squash, and walked slowly down the hall toward the living room with the knife leading the way, thinking that if it came to fighting I’d be ready, I’d stab down to the hilt. I turned the corner and there he lay, curled up on his side, drenching the rug. He was naked. Seaweed stuck to his wet skin, which was the color of ashes. He smelled like fish and copper and rotting apples. Nothing had moved: the sliding glass door to the back yard was closed and intact, the curtains were unruffled, and there was no damp trail where he might have walked or crawled. I could not feel my limbs, I was all wire and heat, the room crackled with danger. “Get out,” I said. He didn’t move. “Get the hell out,” I said, louder this time. He lifted his head with tremendous effort and opened his eyes. They were wide eyes that seemed to have no bottom. They stared at me, the eyes of a baby, the eyes of a boa. In that moment something in my core came apart like a ship losing its mooring, anchor dismantled, the terror of dark waters on all sides, and I found that I could not turn away. 13
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