# Read the first page of Homesick for Another World by Ottessa Moshfegh Read the opening of Homesick for Another World by Ottessa Moshfegh free, no signup. Stories of lonely, grotesque people longing to escape their lives. - Page: https://uncovered.ink/read/homesick-for-another-world-ottessa-moshfegh - Genre: Literary fiction - Year: 2017 - ISBN: 9780399562891 - Read it blind (cover and title hidden): https://uncovered.ink/?b=9780399562891&s=read-page - Buy: https://bookshop.org/a/125786/9780399562891 - Borrow: https://search.worldcat.org/search?q=9780399562891 ## The opening My classroom was on the first floor, next to the nuns’ lounge. I used their bathroom to puke in the mornings. One nun always dusted the toilet seat with talcum powder. Another nun plugged the sink and filled it with water. I never understood the nuns. One was old and the other was young. The young one talked to me sometimes, asked me what I would do for the long weekend, if I’d see my folks over Christmas, and so forth. The old one looked the other way and twisted her robes in her fists when she saw me coming. My classroom was the school’s old library. It was a messy old library room, with books and magazines splayed out all over the place and a whistling radiator and big fogged-up windows overlooking Sixth Street. I put two student desks together to make up my desk at the front of the room, next to the chalkboard. I kept a down-filled sleeping bag in a cardboard box in the back of the room and covered the sleeping bag with old newspapers. Between classes I took the sleeping bag out, locked the door, and napped until the bell rang. I was usually still drunk from the night before. Sometimes I had a drink at lunch at the Indian restaurant around the corner, just to keep me going—sharp wheat ale in a squat, brown bottle. McSorley’s was there but I didn’t like all that nostalgia. That bar made me roll my eyes. I rarely made my way down to the school cafeteria, but when I did, the principal, Mr. Kishka, would stop me and smile broadly and say, “Here she comes, the vegetarian.” I don’t know why he thought I was a vegetarian. What I took from the cafeteria were prepackaged digits of cheese, chicken nuggets, and greasy dinner rolls. I had one student, Angelika, who came and ate her lunch with me in my classroom. “Miss Mooney,” she called me. “I’m having a problem with my mother.” She was one of two girlfriends I had. We talked and talked. I told her that you couldn’t get fat from being ejaculated into. “Wrong, Miss Mooney. The stuff makes you thick in the middle. That’s why girls get so thick in the middle. They’re sluts.” She had a boyfriend she visited in prison every weekend. Each Monday was a new story about his lawyers, how much she loved him, and so forth. She always had the same face on. It was like she already knew all the answers to her questions. I had another student who drove me crazy. Popliasti. He was a wiry, blond, acned sophomore with a heavy accent. “Miss Mooney,” he’d say, standing up at his desk. “Let me help you with the problem.” He’d take the chalk out of my hand and draw a picture of a cock and balls on the board. This cock and balls became a kind of insignia for the class. It appeared on all their homework, on exams, etched into every desk. I didn’t mind it. It made me laugh. But Popliasti and his incessant interruptions, a few times I lost my cool. “I cannot teach you if you act like animals!” I screamed. “We cannot learn if you are crazy like this, screaming, with your hair messy,” said Popliasti, running around the room, flipping books off window ledges. I could have done without him. But my seniors were all very respectful. I was in charge of preparing them for the SAT. They came to me with legitimate questions about math and vocabulary, which I had a hard time answering. A few times in calculus, I admitted defeat and spent the hour jabbering on about my life. “Most people have had anal sex,” I told them. “Don’t look so surprised.” And, “My boyfriend and I don’t use condoms. That’s what happens when you trust somebody.” ## Books with a similar feel - [Emerald City by Jennifer Egan](https://uncovered.ink/read/emerald-city-jennifer-egan.md) - [The Lemon Table by Julian Barnes](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-lemon-table-julian-barnes.md) - [Liberation Day by George Saunders](https://uncovered.ink/read/liberation-day-george-saunders.md) - [The Refugees by Viet Thanh Nguyen](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-refugees-viet-thanh-nguyen.md) - [Walk the Blue Fields by Claire Keegan](https://uncovered.ink/read/walk-the-blue-fields-claire-keegan.md) - [The Mark and the Void by Paul Murray](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-mark-and-the-void-paul-murray.md) --- Source: Uncovered (https://uncovered.ink). A short sample shown for reading and discovery. Rights holders can request removal at https://uncovered.ink/takedown.