The Motion of the Body Through Space. Lionel Shriver
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THE MOTION OF THE BODY THROUGH SPACE
Lionel Shriver
The Borough Press
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2020
Copyright © Lionel Shriver 2020
Cover /illustration © Shout/Dutch uncle
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Source ISBN: 9780007560813
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Praise for The Motion of the Body Through Space:
‘Enjoyably abrasive … a compelling read … sardonic and elegant’
Evening Standard
‘Scabrously funny … few authors can be as entertainingly problematic as Shriver’
Guardian
‘With laugh-out-loud and sad moments, it’s a pinpoint-sharp novel’
Woman & Home
‘Darkly funny … Shriver is so good at making wry observations about human behaviour and this is particularly witty on the dynamics between couples who have been together a long time’
Good Housekeeping
‘Shriver is an exuberant novelist, fertile in ideas, robust in argument and disdainful of economy … She writes bold and fearless comedy and delights in slaughtering the sacred cows of the stupid times we live in. Few novelists now raise a laugh. Shriver does so time and again’
ALLAN MASSIE, Scotsman
‘A satire on fitness zealotry with a side serving of culture-war intrigue … diverting’
Financial Times
‘Mischievous Lionel Shriver takes aim at the narcissistic modern cult of exercise. When Serenata’s usually sedentary husband, Remington, takes up exercise and engages an attractive personal trainer called Bambi, the couple’s lives are turned upside down’
The Times
To Jeff—whose luxurious lassitude has spared me the plot of this novel.
Added together and divided by two, we make a perfectly balanced person.
“The glory of suffering might be humankind’s biggest, ever-recyclable con trick.”
—MELANIE REID, The World I Fell Out Of
“Clearly his personal god or chi was not made for great things. A man could not rise beyond the destiny of his chi. The saying of the elders was not true—that if a man said yea his chi also affirmed. Here was a man whose chi said nay despite his own affirmation.”
—CHINUA ACHEBE, Things Fall Apart
Contents
Copyright
Praise for The Motion of the Body Through Space
Dedication
Epigraph
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Afterword
About the Author
Also by Lionel Shriver
About the Publisher
“I’ve decided to run a marathon.”
In a second-rate sitcom, she’d have spewed coffee across her breakfast. Yet Serenata was an understated person, and between sips. “What?” Her tone was a little arch, but polite.
“You heard me.” Back to the stove, Remington studied her with a discomfiting level gaze. “I have my eye on the race in Saratoga Springs in April.”
She had the sense, rare in her marriage, that she should watch what she said. “This is serious. You’re not pulling my leg.”
“Do I often make statements of intent, and then pull the rug out: just foolin’? I’m not sure how to take your disbelief as anything but an insult.”
“My ‘disbelief’ might have something to do with the