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Hanya Yanagihara - A Little Life: A Novel

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NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST
SHORT-LISTED FOR THE MAN BOOKER PRIZE
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 amazementand a great gift for its readers.

When four classmates from a small Massachusetts college move to New York to make their way, theyre 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cruel Brooklyn-born painter seeking entry to the art world; Malcolm, a frustrated architect at a prominent firm; and withdrawn, brilliant, enigmatic Jude, who serves as their center of gravity.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 hell not only be unable to overcomebut 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.

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ALSO BY HANYA YANAGIHARA

The People in the Trees

This book is a work of fiction Names characters businesses organizations - photo 1

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2015 by Hanya Yanagihara

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Doubleday, a division of Random House LLC, New York, and in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto, Penguin Random House companies.

www.doubleday.com

DOUBLEDAY and the portrayal of an anchor with a dolphin are registered trademarks of Random House LLC.

Jacket design by Cardon Webb
Jacket photograph: Orgasmic Man by Peter Hujar 1987 The Peter Hujar Archive LLC. Courtesy Pace/MacGill Gallery, New York and Fraenkel Gallery, San Francisco

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Yanagihara, Hanya.
A little life : a novel / Hanya Yanagihara. First edition.
pages; cm
ISBN 978-0-385-53925-8 (hardcover) ISBN 978-0-385-53926-5 (eBook)
1. FamiliesFiction. 2. Domestic fiction. I. Title.
PS3625.A674L58 2015
813.6dc23 2014027379

v3.1

To Jared Hohlt
in friendship; with love

Contents

[ I ]

Lispenard Street

T HE ELEVENTH APARTMENT had only one closet, but it did have a sliding glass door that opened onto a small balcony, from which he could see a man sitting across the way, outdoors in only a T-shirt and shorts even though it was October, smoking. Willem held up a hand in greeting to him, but the man didnt wave back.

In the bedroom, Jude was accordioning the closet door, opening and shutting it, when Willem came in. Theres only one closet, he said.

Thats okay, Willem said. I have nothing to put in it anyway.

Neither do I. They smiled at each other. The agent from the building wandered in after them. Well take it, Jude told her.

But back at the agents office, they were told they couldnt rent the apartment after all. Why not? Jude asked her.

You dont make enough to cover six months rent, and you dont have anything in savings, said the agent, suddenly terse. She had checked their credit and their bank accounts and had at last realized that there was something amiss about two men in their twenties who were not a couple and yet were trying to rent a one-bedroom apartment on a dull (but still expensive) stretch of Twenty-fifth Street. Do you have anyone who can sign on as your guarantor? A boss? Parents?

Our parents are dead, said Willem, swiftly.

The agent sighed. Then I suggest you lower your expectations. No one who manages a well-run building is going to rent to candidates with your financial profile. And then she stood, with an air of finality, and looked pointedly at the door.

When they told JB and Malcolm this, however, they made it into a comedy: the apartment floor became tattooed with mouse droppings, the man across the way had almost exposed himself, the agent was upset because she had been flirting with Willem and he hadnt reciprocated.

Who wants to live on Twenty-fifth and Second anyway, asked JB. They were at Pho Viet Huong in Chinatown, where they met twice a month for dinner. Pho Viet Huong wasnt very goodthe pho was curiously sugary, the lime juice was soapy, and at least one of them got sick after every mealbut they kept coming, both out of habit and necessity. You could get a bowl of soup or a sandwich at Pho Viet Huong for five dollars, or you could get an entre, which were eight to ten dollars but much larger, so you could save half of it for the next day or for a snack later that night. Only Malcolm never ate the whole of his entre and never saved the other half either, and when he was finished eating, he put his plate in the center of the table so Willem and JBwho were always hungrycould eat the rest.

Of course we dont want to live at Twenty-fifth and Second, JB, said Willem, patiently, but we dont really have a choice. We dont have any money, remember?

I dont understand why you dont stay where you are, said Malcolm, who was now pushing his mushrooms and tofuhe always ordered the same dish: oyster mushrooms and braised tofu in a treacly brown saucearound his plate, as Willem and JB eyed it.

Well, I cant, Willem said. Remember? He had to have explained this to Malcolm a dozen times in the last three months. Merritts boyfriends moving in, so I have to move out.

But why do you have to move out?

Because its Merritts name on the lease, Malcolm! said JB.

Oh, Malcolm said. He was quiet. He often forgot what he considered inconsequential details, but he also never seemed to mind when people grew impatient with him for forgetting. Right. He moved the mushrooms to the center of the table. But you, Jude

I cant stay at your place forever, Malcolm. Your parents are going to kill me at some point.

My parents love you.

Thats nice of you to say. But they wont if I dont move out, and soon.

Malcolm was the only one of the four of them who lived at home, and as JB liked to say, if he had Malcolms home, he would live at home too. It wasnt as if Malcolms house was particularly grandit was, in fact, creaky and ill-kept, and Willem had once gotten a splinter simply by running his hand up its banisterbut it was large: a real Upper East Side town house. Malcolms sister, Flora, who was three years older than him, had moved out of the basement apartment recently, and Jude had taken her place as a short-term solution: Eventually, Malcolms parents would want to reclaim the unit to convert it into offices for his mothers literary agency, which meant Jude (who was finding the flight of stairs that led down to it too difficult to navigate anyway) had to look for his own apartment.

And it was natural that he would live with Willem; they had been roommates throughout college. In their first year, the four of them had shared a space that consisted of a cinder-blocked common room, where sat their desks and chairs and a couch that JBs aunts had driven up in a U-Haul, and a second, far tinier room, in which two sets of bunk beds had been placed. This room had been so narrow that Malcolm and Jude, lying in the bottom bunks, could reach out and grab each others hands. Malcolm and JB had shared one of the units; Jude and Willem had shared the other.

Its blacks versus whites, JB would say.

Judes not white, Willem would respond.

And Im not black, Malcolm would add, more to annoy JB than because he believed it.

Well, JB said now, pulling the plate of mushrooms toward him with the tines of his fork, Id say you could both stay with me, but I think youd fucking hate it. JB lived in a massive, filthy loft in Little Italy, full of strange hallways that led to unused, oddly shaped cul-de-sacs and unfinished half rooms, the Sheetrock abandoned mid-construction, which belonged to another person they knew from college. Ezra was an artist, a bad one, but he didnt need to be good because, as JB liked to remind them, he would never have to work in his entire life. And not only would he never have to work, but his childrens childrens children would never have to work: They could make bad, unsalable, worthless art for generations and they would still be able to buy at whim the best oils they wanted, and impractically large lofts in downtown Manhattan that they could trash with their bad architectural decisions, and when they got sick of the artists lifeas JB was convinced Ezra someday wouldall they would need to do is call their trust officers and be awarded an enormous lump sum of cash of an amount that the four of them (well, maybe not Malcolm) could never dream of seeing in their lifetimes. In the meantime, though, Ezra was a useful person to know, not only because he let JB and a few of his other friends from school stay in his apartmentat any time, there were four or five people burrowing in various corners of the loftbut because he was a good-natured and basically generous person, and liked to throw excessive parties in which copious amounts of food and drugs and alcohol were available for free.

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