“Oh my god, they were room mates! Alice Shipley’s troubles have a name, face, and legs. No matter where she goes- even to faraway Morocco- Lucy Mason follows. As young women at Bennington College, they were inseparable, with dreams of traveling the world hand-in-hand. Until Lucy became overbearing. And strange. And obsessive. Juggling two very unreliable narrators, Mangan builds a warped and unsettling tale, where uncertainty is the only certainty.”
The last person Alice Shipley expected to see since arriving in Tangier with her new husband was Lucy Mason. After the accident at Bennington, the two friends—once inseparable roommates—haven’t spoken in over a year. But there was Lucy, trying to make things right and return to their old rhythms. Perhaps Alice should be glad for a familiar face. She has not adjusted to life in Morocco, too afraid to venture out into the bustling medinas and oppressive heat. Lucy—always fearless and independent—helps Alice to emerge from her flat and explore the country.
But soon, a familiar feeling starts to overtake Alice—she feels controlled and stifled by Lucy at every turn. Then Alice’s husband, John, goes missing, and Alice starts to question everything around her: her relationship with her enigmatic friend, her decision to ever come to Tangier, and her very own state of mind.
Tangerine is a sharp dagger of a book—a debut so tightly wound, so replete with exotic imagery and charm, so full of precise details and extraordinary craftsmanship, it will leave you absolutely breathless.