How I Won A Nobel Prize | Taranto, Julius

Kurze Beschreibung
A hilariously sharp comic novel that, with astonishing wit and intelligence, skewers the burning issues of our times, from a remarkable and original new fiction voice.

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'A punchy and very funny campus novel which manages to satirise the culture wars without ever making too clear which side of the cancel-culture v anti-woke divide the author stands on' - Nicola Sturgeon

'Taranto's hilarious, provocative debut novel, is at once bracingly contemporary and reassuringly familiar . . . The novel's peculiar genius lies in how you're never entirely sure where Taranto's sympathies lie.' - The Times

'A hit, a very palpable hit' - The Spectator

Julius Taranto's wickedly satirical and refreshingly irreverent debut novel, a young physicist follows her mentor to an island research institute that gives safe harbour to 'cancelled' artists and scientists.

Helen, a graduate student on a quest to save the planet, is one of the best minds of her generation. But when her irreplaceable advisor's student sex scandal is exposed, she must choose whether to give up on her work or accompany him to RIP, a research institute which grants safe harbour to the disgraced and the deplorable.

As Helen settles into life at the institute alongside her partner Hew, she develops a crush on an older novelist, while he is drawn to an increasingly violent protest movement. As the rift between them deepens, they both face major - and potentially world-altering - choices.

Hilarious, provocative and thought-provoking, How I Won A Nobel Prize approaches the issues of our times in a genuine and fresh way, examining the price we're willing to pay for progress and what it means, in the end, to be a good person.

'A stunning new talent, announcing itself fully formed' - Jonathan Lethem, author of Motherless Brooklyn

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Taranto's hilarious, provocative debut novel, is at once bracingly contemporary and reassuringly familiar . . . The novel's peculiar genius lies in how you're never entirely sure where Taranto's sympathies lie. The Times