168 pages, 7.16 × 5.17 × 0.55 in
August 15, 2006
The following ISBNs are associated with this title:
ISBN - 10: 0676974236
ISBN - 13: 9780676974232
Read from the Book
I want to tell the story againThe free man never thinks of escape.In the beginning there was nothing. Not even space and time. You could have thrown the universe at me and I would have caught it in one hand. There was no universe. It was easy to bear.This happy nothing ended fifteen aeons ago. It was a strange time, and what I know is told to me in radioactive whispers; that’s all there is left of one great shout into the silence.What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. Every minute, in each of you, a few million potassium atoms succumb to radioactive decay. The energy that powers these tiny atomic events has been locked inside potassium atoms ever since a star-sized bomb exploded nothing into being. Potassium, like uranium and radium, is a long-lived radioactive nuclear waste of the supernova bang that accounts for you.Your first parent was a star.It was hot as hell in those days. It was Hell, if hell is where the life we love cannot exist. Those ceaseless burning fires and volcanic torments are lodged in us as ultimate fear. The hells we invent are the hells we have known. Hell is; was not, is not, cannot. Science calls it the world before life began — the Hadean period. But life had begun, because life is more than the ability to reproduce. In the molten lava spills and cratered rocks, life longed for life. The proto, the almost, the maybe. Not Venus. Not Mars. Earth.Planet Earth, that wanted life so badly, she got it.Mo
From the Publisher
The story of Atlas and Heracles.
Atlas knows how it feels to carry the weight of the world; but why, he asks himself, does it have to be carried at all? In Weight—visionary and inventive, yet completely believable and relevant to the questions we ask ourselves every day—Winterson’s skill in turning the familiar on its head to show us a different truth is put to stunning effect.
About the Author
A novelist whose honours include England’s Whitbread Prize, and the American Academy’s E. M. Forster Award, as well as the Prix d’argent at the Cannes Film Festival, JEANETTE WINTERSON burst onto the literary scene as a very young woman in 1985 with Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit. Her subsequent novels, including Sexing the Cherry, The Passion, Written on the Body, and The PowerBook, have also gone on to receive great international acclaim. She lives in London and the Cotswolds.
“One of the most worthwhile and singular reads of 2005. Jeanette Winterson creates an uncategorisable, meditative and moving book.”
David Mitchell, Sunday Herald (Glasgow)