A Little Life

A Little Life

A Novel

eBook - 2015
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Brace yourself for the most astonishing, challenging, upsetting, and profoundly moving book in many a season. An epic about love and friendship in the twenty-first century that goes into some of the darkest places fiction has ever traveled and yet somehow improbably breaks through into the light. Truly an amazement--and a great gift for its publisher. When four classmates from a small Massachusetts college move to New York to make their way, they're broke, adrift, and buoyed only by their friendship and ambition. There is kind, handsome Willem, an aspiring actor; JB, a quick-witted, sometimes cruel Brooklyn-born painter seeking entry to the art world; Malcolm, a frustrated architect at a prominent firm; and withdrawn, brilliant, enigmatic Jude, who serves as their center of gravity. Over the decades, their relationships deepen and darken, tinged by addiction, success, and pride.Yet their greatest challenge, each comes to realize, is Jude himself, by midlife a terrifyingly talented litigator yet an increasingly broken man, his mind and body scarred by an unspeakable childhood, and haunted by what he fears is a degree of trauma that he'll not only be unable to overcome--but that will define his life forever. In rich and resplendent prose, Yanagihara has fashioned a tragic and transcendent hymn to brotherly love, a masterful depiction of heartbreak, and a dark examination of the tyranny of memory and the limits of human endurance.
Publisher: New York : Doubleday, [2015]
Copyright Date: ©2015
ISBN: 9780385539265
Branch Call Number: OVERDRIVE
Characteristics: 1 online resource
Additional Contributors: OverDrive, Inc


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Oct 29, 2020

this book is AMAZING!!! its one of the few books that's kept my attention and the story is wonderful, and its beautifully written

LCPL_Krystyna Oct 27, 2020

This is a very polarizing book, you'll either love it or hate it. It's a very dark and brutal story, with vivid characters, and beautiful writing. This discusses very heavy, depressing, and triggering topics, so proceed with caution. I would not recommend this to everyone.

Sep 27, 2020

A powerful book. I was given it by a friend who said try to read it.
I am so glad I didn't read any reviews prior. I would suggest this.
At one stage I put it down for a week afraid to continue. But I am so glad I completed it.
I will reccomend it to very few of my discerning reading friends.
Goes straight into my top 10.

Thank you Hanya Yanagihara.

Apr 15, 2020

This is a very long, very brutal book. There is nothing little about it. While highly acclaimed by many reputable outlets, I found this book hard to get through and even harder to get into. Following a group of college friends as they make their way in the world, it starts in a very typical NYC novel manner, and then goes into very dark territory, as it explains the backstory of one of is characters, Jude. It was too much for me and veered into trauma porn. It's an impressive achievement, I suppose, but not in any way enjoyable. I felt punished.

Apr 05, 2020

A dreadful novel that I wish I'd never read. The New York Review of Books: "a maudlin work" ... "The abuse that Yanagihara heaps on her protagonist is neither just from a human point of view nor necessary from an artistic one." ... "a monotonous series of assaults." It's all true.

Oct 13, 2019

This is a book about the healing power of friendship. There are parts that are very difficult to read and their are parts that brought tears to my eyes, but through it all I marvelled at the author's ability to reveal these marvelous characters' lives. This is a book that's difficult to put down and difficult to forget. Not for everyone, but I loved it.

Sep 17, 2019

Wow, this is my new favourite book. It’s made me fall in love with reading again. This is the type of book you don’t want to put down. Some parts are hard to read but the whole book is incredible. Highly recommended.

Jul 08, 2019

An exquisite and heartrending piece of art. I am amazed at Yanagihara's skill in depicting these people so fully and giving the world such a vision of love, in all its versions - uplifting, life-changing, and horribly painful. Truly an unforgettable book.

p. 63-64: He…sat there at his computer, staring without seeing the file before him and wondering yet again why he had joined Ratstar. The worst thing was that the answer was so obvious that he didn’t even need to ask it: he had joined Ratstar to impress his parents. His last year of architecture school, Malcolm had had a choice—he could have chosen to work with two classmates, Jason Kim and Sonal Mars, who were starting their own firm with money from Sonal’s grandparents, or he could have joined Ratstar.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jason had said when Malcolm had told him of his decision. “You realize what your life is going to be like as an associate at a place like that, don’t you?”

“It’s a great firm,” he’d said, staunchly, sounding like his mother, and Jason had rolled his eyes. “I mean, it’s a great name to have on my résumé.” But even as he said it, he knew (and, worse, feared Jason knew as well) what he really meant: it was a great name for his parents to say at cocktail parties. And, indeed, his parents liked to say it. “Two kids,” Malcolm had overheard his father say to someone at a dinner party celebrating one of Malcolm’s mother’s clients. “My daughter’s an editor at FSG, and my son works for Ratstar Architects.” The woman had made an approving sound, and Malcolm, who had actually been trying to find a way to tell his father he wanted to quit, had felt something in him wilt. At such times, he envied his friends for the exact things he had once pitied them for: the fact that no one had any expectations for them, the ordinariness of their families (or their very lack of them), the way they navigated their lives by only their own ambitions.

And now? Now Jason and Sonal had had two projects appear…while he was still doing the sort of work he had done in his first year of architecture school, working for two pretentious men at a firm they had pretentiously named after a pretentious Anne Sexton poem, and getting paid almost nothing to do it.

He had gone to architecture school for the worst reason of all, it seemed: because he loved buildings. It had been a respectable passion, and when he was a child, his parents had indulged him with tours of houses, of monuments wherever they had traveled. Even as a very young boy, he had always drawn imaginary buildings, built imaginary structures: they were a comfort and they were a repository—everything he was unable to articulate, everything he was unable to decide, he could, it seemed, resolve in a building.

And in an essential way, this was what he was most ashamed of: not his poor understanding of sex, not his traitorous racial tendencies, not his inability to separate himself from his parents or make his own money or behave like an autonomous creature. It was that, when he and his colleagues sat there at night, the group of them burrowed deep into their own ambitious dream-structures, all of them drawing and planning their improbable buildings, he was doing nothing. He had lost the ability to imagine anything. And so every evening, while the others created, he copied: he drew buildings he had seen on his travels, buildings other people had dreamed and constructed, buildings he had lived in or passed through. Again and again, he made what had already been made, not even bothering to improve them, just mimicking them. He was twenty-eight; his imagination had deserted him; he was a copyist.

It frightened him. JB had his series. Jude had his work, Willem had his. But what if Malcolm never again created anything?

Oct 27, 2018

I don't often give up on a book but I'm about to with this one. As njon38 pointed out, the main character who, admittedly was terribly damaged in his young life, and now receives such unconditional love from friends, brings very little to the table himself. He does not take responsibility for his own well being and he expects his friends to turn a blind eye and allow it to continue. In fact, true friends would take action on his behalf rather than allow him to continue to self mutilate and suffer abuse. It is an intolerable contrivance on the part of the author to create such continued suffering in this character in order to sustain the reader's empathy or level of horror and keep them reading. That said, there are passages of genuine insight into the nature of youthful friendships and the way they change over the years as people pursue their careers and become disparate characters.

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LCPL_Krystyna Oct 27, 2020

Other: psychological abuse, substance abuse

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Frightening or Intense Scenes: suicidal thoughts, suicidal tendencies, self-harm

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Sexual Content: sexual abuse, rape

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Violence: abuse

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Coarse Language: strong language

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Frightening or Intense Scenes: graphic descriptions of assault

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Violence: child sexual abuse, domestic abuse

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Other: self-harm

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Sexual Content: rape, child molestation

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Violence: child abuse, domestic violence


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LCPL_Krystyna Oct 27, 2020

“You won’t understand what I mean now, but someday you will: the only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and to try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad—or good—it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.”

p. 63: Oh, what was wrong with him? Sex; sexuality: these too were things he should have sorted out in college, the last place where such insecurity was not just tolerated but encouraged. In his early twenties, he had tried falling in and out of love with various people…and yet still didn’t know to whom he might be attracted. He often thought that being gay (as much as he also couldn’t stand the thought of it; somehow it, like race, seemed the province of college, an identity to inhabit for a period before maturing to more proper and practical realms) was attractive mostly for its accompanying accessories, its collection of political opinions and causes and its embrace of aesthetics. He was missing, it seemed, the sense of victimization and woundedness and perpetual anger it took to be black, but he was certain he possessed the interests that would be required if he were gay.

Aug 22, 2017

"But what Andy never understood about him was this: he was an optimist. Every month, every week he chose to open his eyes, to live another day in the world. He did it when he was feeling so awful that sometimes the pain seemed to transport him to another state, one in which everything, even the past that he worked so hard to forget, seemed to fade into a gray watercolor wash. He did it when his memories crowded out all other thoughts, when it took real effort, real concentration, to tether himself to his current life, to keep himself from raging with despair and shame. He did it when he was so exhausted of trying, when being awake and alive demanded such energy that he had to lie in bed thinking of reasons to get up and try again, when it would be easier to go to the bathroom and untape the plastic zipped bag containing his cotton pads and loose razors and alcohol wipes and bandages from its hiding place beneath the sink and simply surrender. Those were the very bad days."

Aug 22, 2017

"Wasn't it a miracle to survive the unsurvivable? Wasn't friendship its own miracle, the finding of another person who made the entire lonely world seem somehow less lonely? Wasn't this house, this beauty, this comfort, this life a miracle? And so who could blame him for hoping for one more, for hoping that despite knowing better, that despite biology, and time, and history, that they would be the exception, that what happened to other people with Jude's sort of injury would't happen to him, that even with all that Jude had overcome, he might overcome just one more thing?"


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