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FLESH

FLESH

By: DOTAN, Eyal

Fiction

On the eve of the financial collapse of 2008, a smug and driven young investment manager finds himself unexpectedly drawn into the art world. A callous and manipulative loner who lost his parents in a freak accident, Adam Luria is mostly interested in himself. But then, at a pro-Palestinian demonstration, he meets an alluring and wildly iconoclastic older woman, an American performance artist. As their unlikely but inevitable affair flourishes, he leaves his job and moves with her to New York, where they set to work on a daring idea to present death as art by displaying a decomposing corpse in a glass coffin.  As they challenge the art establishment of curators, gallery owners and patrons, their own relationship starts to unravel. In this passionate, sensual and sometimes macabre tale, and in bold and vivid prose, Eyal Dotan limns the tension between art and money and questions assumptions about aesthetic autonomy and authenticity.

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Yediot Books/Miskal

Reviews:

The book is vibrant, engaging, and highly charismatic – Omri Herzog, Ha’aretz

“An absorbing, communicative and enjoyable read.” – Yonatan Amir, Israel Today

“…[F]ascinating plot…[Dotan reveals] a unique side of himself as an author” – Yoni Livne, Yediot Acharonot

“With direct, virtuoso language, free of adornments, [Flesh] constructs an exceptional protagonist. At the root of his desires and actions are metaphysical motives as much as psychological ones. This is an enigmatic novel: remarkably readable but full of riddles, amusing and macabre, vulgar and sublime.” – Nuritha

“I greatly enjoyed the book…[It is] a more profound statement about death, which accompanies us from within even when we lie to ourselves that we would like to comprehend it from without. Throughout the novel the rhythm, language and contents offer a sense of maturity, which is many times missing in contemporary Israeli literature.” – Yuval Avivi, Timeout