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A bold and unabashed novel about a young Palestinian woman's unraveling, far from home, as she gets caught up in a scheme reselling Birkin bags
The Coin follows a Palestinian woman as she pursues a dream that generations of her family have failed at: to live and thrive in America. She teaches at a school for underprivileged boys in New York, where her eccentric methods cross conventional boundaries. She befriends a homeless swindler and the two participate in a pyramid scheme reselling Birkin bags, the value of which "increases, year by year, regardless of poverty, of war, of famine." The juxtaposition of luxury and the abject engulfs her as she is able to con her way to bag after bag, preoccupied by the suffering she knows of the world.
Eventually, her body and mind go to war. America is stifling her—her willfulness, her sexuality, her ideology. In an attempt to regain control, she becomes preoccupied with purity, cleanliness and self-image, all while drawing her students into her obsessions. In an unforgettable denouement, her childhood memories converge with her feelings of existential statelessness, and the narrator unravels spectacularly.
Enthralling, sensory, and uncanny, The Coin explores materiality, nature and civilization, class, homelessness, sexuality, beauty—and how oppression and inherited trauma manifest in every area of our lives—all while resisting easy moralizing. Provocative and original, humorous and inviting, The Coin marks the arrival of a major new literary voice.
The Coin follows a Palestinian woman as she pursues a dream that generations of her family have failed at: to live and thrive in America. She teaches at a school for underprivileged boys in New York, where her eccentric methods cross conventional boundaries. She befriends a homeless swindler and the two participate in a pyramid scheme reselling Birkin bags, the value of which "increases, year by year, regardless of poverty, of war, of famine." The juxtaposition of luxury and the abject engulfs her as she is able to con her way to bag after bag, preoccupied by the suffering she knows of the world.
Eventually, her body and mind go to war. America is stifling her—her willfulness, her sexuality, her ideology. In an attempt to regain control, she becomes preoccupied with purity, cleanliness and self-image, all while drawing her students into her obsessions. In an unforgettable denouement, her childhood memories converge with her feelings of existential statelessness, and the narrator unravels spectacularly.
Enthralling, sensory, and uncanny, The Coin explores materiality, nature and civilization, class, homelessness, sexuality, beauty—and how oppression and inherited trauma manifest in every area of our lives—all while resisting easy moralizing. Provocative and original, humorous and inviting, The Coin marks the arrival of a major new literary voice.
240 pages, Hardcover
First published July 9, 2024
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September 25, 2024
i love books about women unraveling.
i think so often in modern literary fiction, books either underestimate the intelligence of the reader or overestimate the intelligence of themselves.
i've read lots of books that overexplain themselves, making every theme and symbol and intention very obvious and taking all the fun out of analyzing on your own. and i've read lots of books that fall apart under pressure, revealing that their various choices, in spite of (usually) heavy style or pretension, don't coalesce into anything.
this, finally, balanced each perfectly. a striking, disturbing, intense, complex read with something to say. i'd say it was a treat to read, but it wasn't — and that was the point.
bottom line: the sweet spot.
(thank you to the publisher for the e-arc)
i think so often in modern literary fiction, books either underestimate the intelligence of the reader or overestimate the intelligence of themselves.
i've read lots of books that overexplain themselves, making every theme and symbol and intention very obvious and taking all the fun out of analyzing on your own. and i've read lots of books that fall apart under pressure, revealing that their various choices, in spite of (usually) heavy style or pretension, don't coalesce into anything.
this, finally, balanced each perfectly. a striking, disturbing, intense, complex read with something to say. i'd say it was a treat to read, but it wasn't — and that was the point.
bottom line: the sweet spot.
(thank you to the publisher for the e-arc)
May 22, 2024
I love the cover which sums the book up well.
A Palestinian woman moves to New York and starts teaching but quickly appreciates that she knows nothing of the texts that she’s meant to teach, so sets her own unorthodox path. That’s pretty much par for the course with our narrator but how reliable is she? Then she meets ‘Trenchcoat’ who sucks her into a moneymaking scheme, then of course, there’s Sasha, loyal Sasha but for how long? She tells the reader of the ups, downs, obsessions difficult issues and a whole lot more about being a ‘Stranger in a foreign land’ and explores social issues along the way.
It’s possible to admire a book but not to enjoy it very much and that’s because this is too weird and it’s a strange experience being inside her mind. It’s very different, it’s creative that’s for sure and has a dream like, hallucinatory quality to it as she pours she out a stream of consciousness. Inside her mind is an uncomfortable place to be, at times it’s very dark and disturbing, it’s unsettling and on occasions it’s a tad unsavoury. She seems to unravel, although I’d say she’s fairly unravelled before she starts unravelling even even further. She does make some very incisive comments and observations that give you pause for thought .
She’s clearly in pain, probably damaged and much of that is to do with her background. There’s betrayal, she becomes obsessive about a number of things which is very understandable. The significance of the coin is interesting and you can see how it changes her.
I confess I’m not entirely sure I understand what the author is getting at, it’s too odd, too confusing as it meanders it’s way back-and-forth. It’s probably far too clever for me but others seem to have loved it so be sure to check out those reviews.
With thanks to NetGalley and especially to Bonnier Books for the much appreciated arc in return for an honest review.
A Palestinian woman moves to New York and starts teaching but quickly appreciates that she knows nothing of the texts that she’s meant to teach, so sets her own unorthodox path. That’s pretty much par for the course with our narrator but how reliable is she? Then she meets ‘Trenchcoat’ who sucks her into a moneymaking scheme, then of course, there’s Sasha, loyal Sasha but for how long? She tells the reader of the ups, downs, obsessions difficult issues and a whole lot more about being a ‘Stranger in a foreign land’ and explores social issues along the way.
It’s possible to admire a book but not to enjoy it very much and that’s because this is too weird and it’s a strange experience being inside her mind. It’s very different, it’s creative that’s for sure and has a dream like, hallucinatory quality to it as she pours she out a stream of consciousness. Inside her mind is an uncomfortable place to be, at times it’s very dark and disturbing, it’s unsettling and on occasions it’s a tad unsavoury. She seems to unravel, although I’d say she’s fairly unravelled before she starts unravelling even even further. She does make some very incisive comments and observations that give you pause for thought .
She’s clearly in pain, probably damaged and much of that is to do with her background. There’s betrayal, she becomes obsessive about a number of things which is very understandable. The significance of the coin is interesting and you can see how it changes her.
I confess I’m not entirely sure I understand what the author is getting at, it’s too odd, too confusing as it meanders it’s way back-and-forth. It’s probably far too clever for me but others seem to have loved it so be sure to check out those reviews.
With thanks to NetGalley and especially to Bonnier Books for the much appreciated arc in return for an honest review.
July 27, 2024
Yasmin Zaher’s a Palestinian journalist based in Paris. Her debut novel grew out of her time studying in the U.S. It’s set in 2016, narrated by a young, nameless Palestinian woman who’s recently relocated to New York. Although she’s taken a job in a school, her lifestyle’s largely funded by family money, an inheritance stemming from her parents’ death in a car accident during her childhood. The woman lives in a state of constant vigilance, rigorously policing herself: her environment and her body. She dresses in understated but obviously high-end fashion from Stella McCartney to McQueen. Clothing that partly acts to establish an identity but also forms a kind of protective armour. Although what she’s protecting herself against is unclear. She’s queer, essentially isolated but maintains a desultory bond with wealthy developer Sasha. However, the narrator’s stated desire for detachment, to focus only on her own pleasure, is challenged by her growing affection for her pupils – all boys, mostly Black American, some immigrants, all poor or otherwise marginalised. A group on which she tests out her theories about morality, her conception of how to survive and thrive in an intrinsically corrupt society.
The narrator appears to have succumbed to contemporary capitalism’s dictates, fully invested in consumer culture, flaunting an array of positional goods. In New York her ownership of a Birkin bag marks her out as successful, enviable even. A symbol that possibly overrides her status as ‘other’ in a place where she’s more conscious of the colour of her skin than ever before. It’s clear that here in New York social status resides in how you’re perceived. The Birkin’s especially significant because of its aura of exclusivity, a product deliberately made scarce: ownership not only subject to long waiting lists but to customers proving themselves worthy of the brand. A hierarchy of value that the narrator clearly comprehends: it seems telling that her encounter with a stylish, homeless man, she dubs Trenchcoat, is directly tied to her discarded Burberry raincoat – Burberry of course a brand devalued by its excessive popularity during the late 1990s, still desperate to reinstate its former cachet.
But this outward show of monied sophistication is undermined by the narrator’s private domestic routines. She resorts to increasingly-complicated cleansing rituals, moving from on-trend Korean beauty regimes to brutally scrubbing every inch of her body and her apartment. She’s obsessed with removing the filth and stench of the city, a possible rejection of its culture and values. But she also seems to view herself as defiled. A fixation which partly connects to her past. This past has invaded her body, inside, unreachable, is a coin swallowed during the accident that killed her mother and father. The coin’s a shekel – Israeli currency – yet also a British pound, simultaneously signifying internalised oppression, trauma, the legacy of racism and colonialism. But tied to capitalism too, with its emphasis on the commodification of the self. The narrator’s feeling that she’s both polluted and polluting are intensified by her gender - circulating notions of women as inherently impure. Their acceptability connected to an ability to keep a “clean” house and a “clean” body; rewarded for removing the evidence of their embodiment, their potential “animality,” shaved, plucked, and deodorised. As a woman of colour, the narrator’s growing self-disgust is intensified by living in a country where whiteness signifies virtue, and colourism runs rampant.
Zaher’s narrative’s strongly influenced by Clarice Lispector’s The Passion According to G.H. Zaher’s themes and preoccupations overlap with Lispector’s particularly her emphasis on masking, loss of authentic selfhood, experiences of displacement and exile. Although Zaher’s novel more accessible than Lispector’s, despite its ambiguities and surreal qualities it’s frequently more reminiscent of the work of writers like Mona Awad and Otessa Moshfegh. In addition, Zaher’s incorporated autobiographical elements, her narrator’s childhood memories of her grandmother replicate Zaher’s own; the narrator’s critique of American society, the shock of its contradictions, its inequalities, its insularity, echo Zaher’s impressions.
As her story unfolds, recounted to an unnamed presence, the narrator slowly unravels. A chance betrayal results in her retreat from the outside world. A retreat that resembles a kind of cathartic, personalised performance art. An attempt to revert to a state of nature, to reclaim her history and her inner self. It’s an intriguing progression but it also felt oddly conventional, contradictory – in danger of reinstating the individualistic underpinnings of the system it’s meant to counter. Like many first novels it’s undoubtedly flawed, slightly unbalanced, sagging in places, but it was frequently arresting, often relatable, and highly readable.
Thanks to Netgalley and publisher Footnote for an ARC
Rating: 3.5
The narrator appears to have succumbed to contemporary capitalism’s dictates, fully invested in consumer culture, flaunting an array of positional goods. In New York her ownership of a Birkin bag marks her out as successful, enviable even. A symbol that possibly overrides her status as ‘other’ in a place where she’s more conscious of the colour of her skin than ever before. It’s clear that here in New York social status resides in how you’re perceived. The Birkin’s especially significant because of its aura of exclusivity, a product deliberately made scarce: ownership not only subject to long waiting lists but to customers proving themselves worthy of the brand. A hierarchy of value that the narrator clearly comprehends: it seems telling that her encounter with a stylish, homeless man, she dubs Trenchcoat, is directly tied to her discarded Burberry raincoat – Burberry of course a brand devalued by its excessive popularity during the late 1990s, still desperate to reinstate its former cachet.
But this outward show of monied sophistication is undermined by the narrator’s private domestic routines. She resorts to increasingly-complicated cleansing rituals, moving from on-trend Korean beauty regimes to brutally scrubbing every inch of her body and her apartment. She’s obsessed with removing the filth and stench of the city, a possible rejection of its culture and values. But she also seems to view herself as defiled. A fixation which partly connects to her past. This past has invaded her body, inside, unreachable, is a coin swallowed during the accident that killed her mother and father. The coin’s a shekel – Israeli currency – yet also a British pound, simultaneously signifying internalised oppression, trauma, the legacy of racism and colonialism. But tied to capitalism too, with its emphasis on the commodification of the self. The narrator’s feeling that she’s both polluted and polluting are intensified by her gender - circulating notions of women as inherently impure. Their acceptability connected to an ability to keep a “clean” house and a “clean” body; rewarded for removing the evidence of their embodiment, their potential “animality,” shaved, plucked, and deodorised. As a woman of colour, the narrator’s growing self-disgust is intensified by living in a country where whiteness signifies virtue, and colourism runs rampant.
Zaher’s narrative’s strongly influenced by Clarice Lispector’s The Passion According to G.H. Zaher’s themes and preoccupations overlap with Lispector’s particularly her emphasis on masking, loss of authentic selfhood, experiences of displacement and exile. Although Zaher’s novel more accessible than Lispector’s, despite its ambiguities and surreal qualities it’s frequently more reminiscent of the work of writers like Mona Awad and Otessa Moshfegh. In addition, Zaher’s incorporated autobiographical elements, her narrator’s childhood memories of her grandmother replicate Zaher’s own; the narrator’s critique of American society, the shock of its contradictions, its inequalities, its insularity, echo Zaher’s impressions.
As her story unfolds, recounted to an unnamed presence, the narrator slowly unravels. A chance betrayal results in her retreat from the outside world. A retreat that resembles a kind of cathartic, personalised performance art. An attempt to revert to a state of nature, to reclaim her history and her inner self. It’s an intriguing progression but it also felt oddly conventional, contradictory – in danger of reinstating the individualistic underpinnings of the system it’s meant to counter. Like many first novels it’s undoubtedly flawed, slightly unbalanced, sagging in places, but it was frequently arresting, often relatable, and highly readable.
Thanks to Netgalley and publisher Footnote for an ARC
Rating: 3.5
March 12, 2024
While the chorus of “Bella ciao” played over and over again, the movement became rhythmic. At first it just wobbled, heating, until it got much hotter than the rest of me, until finally it was blazing and spinning inside my body. And then I understood at once. It was the coin. I had no doubt about it, I just knew. I had put it there when I was little, in the car ride down south. For more than two decades the coin was gone, I didn’t know where it was. And then, for some reason in New York, it was resurrected.
Yasmin Zaher is a Jerusalem-born Palestinian journalist and The Coin is her first novel: and it absolutely knocked me off my feet. The main character — a young Palestinian woman: rich and beautiful, newly arrived in NYC to work as a private middle school English teacher (even though she hasn’t read any of the English classics), physically and existentially stateless — is not outwardly a victim of history looking for sympathy. And yet she suffers bizarre, body-based obsessions, and as her actions approach a breakdown, it’s obvious that, despite outward appearances, trauma (both personal and historical) underpin and affect her entire existence. I have never experienced anything like this novel — I don’t believe I have read a book written by a Palestinian author before — and this exposure to other lives and voices is exactly the reason why I read. This might be a bit challenging for those who like bodies to remain sanitised and out of sight, but this is a novel I would urge everyone to read; and especially at this time. (Note: I read an ARC through NetGalley and passages quoted may not be in their final forms.)
In the morning I brushed my teeth with a soft toothbrush and my favorite Cattier toothpaste. Then I washed my face with an oil-based cleanser, followed by a water-based cleanser, followed by toner. All imported from Korea, the world capital of skin like porcelain, purity, and nothingness. Two thousand more years of snail cream and you will see a woman’s brain through her face. Then, after drinking a glass of hot lemon water, a glass of lukewarm water, and a cup of coffee, I emptied my bowels. This happened easily, gloriously, requiring no effort or thought, like flipping through an abridged history of the fall of an empire. All out, insides clean.
A trust fund orphan (with her brother administering her inheritance back home), the unnamed main character has a strict cleaning and beauty regime, wears a capsule wardrobe of designer clothes (all in black), drinks Chivas, enjoys several lovers, and never goes anywhere without the vintage Birkin handbag (size 35) that she inherited from her mother. The publisher’s blurb explains that this is about her time teaching “with eccentric methods” at a school for underprivileged boys, and how she “gets caught up in a scheme reselling Birkin bags”, and while these are the plot points that keep the novel rolling along, this is so much more about what’s happening inside this young woman and what she wants to share about her thoughts and background with the reader; and that often gets political:
• To be honest with you, in New York I saw the dirtiest people I had ever seen, although I’d never been to a third world country. I came from Palestine, which was neither a country nor the third world, it was its own thing, and the women in my family placed a lot of importance on being clean, perhaps because there was little else they could control in their lives.
• When Netanyahu and Trump were elected I thought those were good days, because the truth had come to light. But it seemed not only that the truth was ugly, but also that ugly was beautiful. The people adore the monster, the rich want to look poor.
• It was reported that fifty-five people were killed in Gaza, and I felt a pinch in my chest. But when I looked up at the trees, at the sky, I saw that nothing was changed.
From the presence of the titular coin — a shekel the main character swallowed as a child, which she never knowingly passed, and which she now suspects has lodged itself beneath the skin between her shoulder blades, which she can’t quite reach with her Turkish loofah — to a back-to-nature mania that her breakdown leads to, this is very much about this woman’s body (which is, I suppose, the singular homeland of a stateless person), and the writing about this body is discomfiting, explicitly sensual, and illuminating. The following scene — in which the woman walks naked in the woods outside NYC, while on a trip with her lover Sasha, and is frightened by a deer — seems to hold the key to the whole thing:
I come from a land that is a graveyard. For millennia, all kinds of people were born there, they died there, or were killed, and some were even resurrected or reborn. It was bloody, haunted, and doomed, but it belonged to mankind. Nature in America was uncivilized and untamed. I didn’t know how to read it. If a deer was some kind of warning sign, I wouldn’t have known. Before Sasha could see him, the deer turned around and left. I saw his fluffy white tail behind him, like the tail of a rabbit, and all my fear turned into giddiness. Sasha didn’t leave the house to look for the deer, he stayed indoors, keeping a distance from nature. He was a complex man, but you have to understand that everything outside of me only serves a function. Yes, I am a good woman, I respect people, I listen to their voices. Yours too. But this is not Bakhtin’s carnival, this is a centralized nervous system.
That last line was so intriguing to me that I had to look into “Bakhtin’s carnival” and learned (here) that this refers to the theory of Carnivalesque/Rabelasian “writing that depicts the de-stabilization or reversal of power structures…by mobilizing humour, satire, and grotesquery in all its forms, but especially if it has to do with the body and bodily functions…often read as a utopian antidote to repressive forms of power everywhere and a celebration of the possibility for affirmative change, however transitory in nature.” So while I have read and enjoyed Rabelais, and appreciate that form of satire as protest, it feels like a post-modern update for Zaher to explicitly write that this is not Baktin’s carnival, “this is a centralized nervous system”: this is real life, a real trauma-informed breakdown, and I see no reason why Zaher can’t both hearken to the carnivalesque (as a literary tradition) and repudiate it (as a personal experience). I absolutely loved everything about this novel — this is a voice, in both tone and particular POV, that I have never before encountered — and I hope The Coin is read widely upon its release. Full stars, no hesitation.
May 30, 2024
Thank you to NetGalley for an ARC
I wanted to love this. The premise sounds intriguing but it’s misleading. While the summary includes topics that are in the book, I don’t think they paint a good picture of this novel. This is a first-person stream of consciousness novel. Our main character is an immigrant from Palestine, who has suffered traumas and is now in New York City. She teaches at a school for underprivileged boys and I use the word teaching loosely. What we see on page is her taking extreme liberties with the curriculum and the kids and doing what she wants. Most of the time, it’s fine, but some of it I thought crossed the line. We see her dating life, her obsession with money and luxury items. There’s also an intense focus on cleanliness, specifically her body. We get intimate run downs of her shaving and bathing routines. I don’t know if I missed the point but I don’t really understand the message here. She does eventually get involved with someone and the Birkin bag scheme but also, not the main plot of the book. Was there a plot? Honestly, I don’t think so. She starts off odd and continues to descend into — I don’t know if madness is the word — but she gets worse. She was rarely a character I wanted to root for. There are some lines in the book that stood out to me and make excellent critique of society but overall, I didn’t enjoy this experience. I hope this novel resonates with someone but it didn’t work for me.
I wanted to love this. The premise sounds intriguing but it’s misleading. While the summary includes topics that are in the book, I don’t think they paint a good picture of this novel. This is a first-person stream of consciousness novel. Our main character is an immigrant from Palestine, who has suffered traumas and is now in New York City. She teaches at a school for underprivileged boys and I use the word teaching loosely. What we see on page is her taking extreme liberties with the curriculum and the kids and doing what she wants. Most of the time, it’s fine, but some of it I thought crossed the line. We see her dating life, her obsession with money and luxury items. There’s also an intense focus on cleanliness, specifically her body. We get intimate run downs of her shaving and bathing routines. I don’t know if I missed the point but I don’t really understand the message here. She does eventually get involved with someone and the Birkin bag scheme but also, not the main plot of the book. Was there a plot? Honestly, I don’t think so. She starts off odd and continues to descend into — I don’t know if madness is the word — but she gets worse. She was rarely a character I wanted to root for. There are some lines in the book that stood out to me and make excellent critique of society but overall, I didn’t enjoy this experience. I hope this novel resonates with someone but it didn’t work for me.
July 10, 2024
Having read the summary I was expecting a book about a Palestinian woman, reasonably well off, who comes to New York in order to thrive. She works as a teacher at an academy but whether through a desire for the unconventional or laziness (I honestly couldn't tell) she teaches the boys to think for themselves and be as unconventional as she thinks she is.
I'll be honest, as the story progressed it gave me a headache and the final third (for me) was somewhat incomprehensible. I didn't know if everything was an allegory or metaphor or not.
I enjoy a novel that pushes the boundaries but I was never entirely clear what The Coin was trying to tell me. The title of the book is the object to whom the author addresses her thoughts and I'm afraid I didn't even understand the significance of the coin.
Not for me I'm sorry to say. Perhaps my lack of intellect as regards metaphorical/allegorical writing let me down. Or else I was reading too much into it and didn't understand a word.
Thanks to Netgalley and Footnote Press for the pre-approved advance review copy.
I'll be honest, as the story progressed it gave me a headache and the final third (for me) was somewhat incomprehensible. I didn't know if everything was an allegory or metaphor or not.
I enjoy a novel that pushes the boundaries but I was never entirely clear what The Coin was trying to tell me. The title of the book is the object to whom the author addresses her thoughts and I'm afraid I didn't even understand the significance of the coin.
Not for me I'm sorry to say. Perhaps my lack of intellect as regards metaphorical/allegorical writing let me down. Or else I was reading too much into it and didn't understand a word.
Thanks to Netgalley and Footnote Press for the pre-approved advance review copy.
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August 7, 2024I thought this rocked and also that it was entirely mismarketed lol
June 23, 2024
A strange, almost surreal story about a Palestinian woman who comes to NYC and slowly unravels as she considers the cost of being human. She's blocked from accessing fully the inheritance left to her and lives on an allowance (albeit clearly a healthy sum), while teaching at a all-boys school in the city with some unconventional methods. She also befriends a drifter who pulls her into a scheme to resell Birkin bags on the black market. All of this is told in a wry, uncanny style a la Ottessa Moshfegh.
Sadly, I just didn't quite *get* this novel. I am on board for weird and wacky, and I thought the ideas explored were interesting, but it just never all came together for me in a satisfying way. Some of the thoughts the character has don't make sense to me, and perhaps they don't make sense to her either which shows her devolving character and separation from humanity. But as a reader it was not always enjoyable to feel left in the dark and that the author's intentions were inscrutable.
I think there's definitely a readership for this out there, perhaps those who really love the 'unhinged women' trope and are looking for something from a new perspective, particularly an immigrant POV and that examines wealth and homeland.
Sadly, I just didn't quite *get* this novel. I am on board for weird and wacky, and I thought the ideas explored were interesting, but it just never all came together for me in a satisfying way. Some of the thoughts the character has don't make sense to me, and perhaps they don't make sense to her either which shows her devolving character and separation from humanity. But as a reader it was not always enjoyable to feel left in the dark and that the author's intentions were inscrutable.
I think there's definitely a readership for this out there, perhaps those who really love the 'unhinged women' trope and are looking for something from a new perspective, particularly an immigrant POV and that examines wealth and homeland.
July 28, 2024
I’m sure there are other contenders, but Yasmin Zaher’s The Coin, about a Palestinian woman in New York City, feels to me like the buzzy book of the summer. And maybe the weight of expectation did it no good, because I found this to be a fairly run-of-the-mill story about a woman under pressure. Obsessed with the filth of the city and seemingly lacking any kind of emotional life, the narrator ‘works’ at a private school for boys and strikes up a friendship with a homeless scammer. It’s all well-written, but I’ve read its like many times before, and it’s difficult to care about someone falling apart when they’re so rich that they’re insulated from consequence. The fact of its protagonist’s wealth makes The Coin virtually indistinguishable from the many stories of this type that already exist about affluent American women. Sure you can map certain anxieties attributed to nationality onto the character’s obsessions and actions, but honestly I think that’s a bit of a reach and not even what the book itself is going for – the author has said it’s ‘more of a New York novel than a Palestinian novel’.
Comparisons to Ottessa Moshfegh absolutely stand up, though: themes of filth and cleanliness, the constant judging of others, the emotional vacuity... The Coin reminded me in particular of the Moshfegh story ‘Bettering Myself’ (also about a highly incompetent teacher!), and it has some similarities to Jade Sharma’s Problems too (though I think that was a much better book).
Comparisons to Ottessa Moshfegh absolutely stand up, though: themes of filth and cleanliness, the constant judging of others, the emotional vacuity... The Coin reminded me in particular of the Moshfegh story ‘Bettering Myself’ (also about a highly incompetent teacher!), and it has some similarities to Jade Sharma’s Problems too (though I think that was a much better book).
August 11, 2024
The Coin is a book of contradictions.
A young Palestinian woman lives in New York. She is obsessed with cleanliness, though despite her rigorous routines, she understands that she may never truly be clean. She’s obsessed with wealth, but knows what the items she purchases represent. That it is the wealthy who are the dirtiest of all.
We follow her as she attempts to create structure through her job teaching at an underprivileged boys school, instilling what she’s learned about class and race in them. Then, at night, she scrubs off her top layer of skin. When she meets a homeless man, he ropes her into a pyramid scheme of buying and selling Birkin bags. She has never been so close, and yet so distinctly far from the American dream.
I thought this was a sharp, deeply cutting novel, destined to become a cult classic, favored by those who adore disaffected narrators. I was entranced!
Thank you to the publisher and netgalley for an early copy, in exchange for a review!
*update* 8/10 : an author I respect laid out the fat-phobia in this book, and I’m embarrassed I missed it, considering its pretty blatant. I can’t recommend this book, moving forward.
A young Palestinian woman lives in New York. She is obsessed with cleanliness, though despite her rigorous routines, she understands that she may never truly be clean. She’s obsessed with wealth, but knows what the items she purchases represent. That it is the wealthy who are the dirtiest of all.
We follow her as she attempts to create structure through her job teaching at an underprivileged boys school, instilling what she’s learned about class and race in them. Then, at night, she scrubs off her top layer of skin. When she meets a homeless man, he ropes her into a pyramid scheme of buying and selling Birkin bags. She has never been so close, and yet so distinctly far from the American dream.
I thought this was a sharp, deeply cutting novel, destined to become a cult classic, favored by those who adore disaffected narrators. I was entranced!
Thank you to the publisher and netgalley for an early copy, in exchange for a review!
*update* 8/10 : an author I respect laid out the fat-phobia in this book, and I’m embarrassed I missed it, considering its pretty blatant. I can’t recommend this book, moving forward.
July 30, 2024
we've read this book before, this book is straight off the production line — we've read Luster or I'm a Fan or Mona or maybe the grandmother of them all, written almost a hundred years ago now, My Year of Rest and Relaxation; and that's just what I could think up without leaving the sofa or referring to any notes. we've met the first-person narrator of this book before — chatty, glamorous, glamorous, we are assured, we are given plenty of evidence as to her beauty and her brandedness both, making references (in this case to Bakhtin) that reassure us that we are not reading Junk but Literature; but at the same time in possession of a remarkably invariant set of character flaws, judgmental, vacuous, pour épater les bourgeois being racist or making fun of a fat person or performing some other act that signals to us that we are enlightened readers, we are not blindly capitulating to the moral police, we are in the real world now, we are among the select who understand that narrators can be unlikeable, our philosophy of fiction is just saying ‘characters don't have to be relatable’ to each other in tones of soft delight; but then isn't it curious how all unlikeable narrators are hot and racist? is an ugly non-racist axiomatically likeable and therefore off the table? and why are all these women the same? does the caloric restriction make them stupid?
— and in any case, we have also seen this narrative before — aforementioned edgily unlikeable woman undergoes prolonged psychological dissolution — during which she briefly deviates from her essentially behaviourally heterosexual lifestyle by sleeping with a woman, which of course as we all know is the same thing as sleeping with yourself, a claim that many of these novels make more subtly than this one — and all this due, in an extremely obvious and surface-level way, to unaddressed trauma caused by something morally beyond reproach (in this case, dead parents, being Palestinian) that in its simplicity and nature gives the lie to previous professions of edginess. simple, unchallenging sentences which fit well on a smartphone screen are also essential. (in fact this book is the board book version, the See Spot Run version, of The Passion according to G.H.. say what you will about Clarice — and I do — but at least back in her day sentences were real sentences!)
enough! enough! we have read them all! it is OK if you stop writing them now!
— and in any case, we have also seen this narrative before — aforementioned edgily unlikeable woman undergoes prolonged psychological dissolution — during which she briefly deviates from her essentially behaviourally heterosexual lifestyle by sleeping with a woman, which of course as we all know is the same thing as sleeping with yourself, a claim that many of these novels make more subtly than this one — and all this due, in an extremely obvious and surface-level way, to unaddressed trauma caused by something morally beyond reproach (in this case, dead parents, being Palestinian) that in its simplicity and nature gives the lie to previous professions of edginess. simple, unchallenging sentences which fit well on a smartphone screen are also essential. (in fact this book is the board book version, the See Spot Run version, of The Passion according to G.H.. say what you will about Clarice — and I do — but at least back in her day sentences were real sentences!)
enough! enough! we have read them all! it is OK if you stop writing them now!
Shelved as 'significant-dnfs'
September 29, 2024DNF at 48%, I wish I were a lit major so I could maybe figure out what the hell I am supposed to take away from this book.
July 31, 2024
I did not get it. But I liked it. 🥰
July 12, 2024
What a misleading premise! "The Coin" promises intrigue but delivers monotony.
If you're expecting a gripping tale of scheming or reselling Birkin bags, you're in for a disappointment. This book offers neither. Instead, it's a tedious journey through the protagonist's obsessions with cleanliness, clothes, students, and disjointed childhood flashbacks, spiraling into an incoherent mess.
Contrary to its synopsis, "The Coin" is a first-person narrative of a Palestinian heiress in New York who is compulsively clean, dedicating pages to the grotesque details of her hygiene routines. Her job at a private boys' school is barely about teaching and more about using the students as subjects for her bizarre stream of consciousness moments. The protagonist is deeply unlikable and strange, not "unraveling" as promised but rather starting off unstable. The book hints at deeper themes of existential turmoil and Palestinian heritage, but these are lost in a mire of pointless detail.
The protagonist's dream isn't the American Dream; it's a distorted reenactment of Palestinian suffering which I found thoroughly distasteful.
Ultimately, this book is neither unique nor memorable. If you dislike disjointed, stream of consciousness narratives with hardly any resolution at the end, "The Coin" most likely won't appeal to you.
If you're expecting a gripping tale of scheming or reselling Birkin bags, you're in for a disappointment. This book offers neither. Instead, it's a tedious journey through the protagonist's obsessions with cleanliness, clothes, students, and disjointed childhood flashbacks, spiraling into an incoherent mess.
Contrary to its synopsis, "The Coin" is a first-person narrative of a Palestinian heiress in New York who is compulsively clean, dedicating pages to the grotesque details of her hygiene routines. Her job at a private boys' school is barely about teaching and more about using the students as subjects for her bizarre stream of consciousness moments. The protagonist is deeply unlikable and strange, not "unraveling" as promised but rather starting off unstable. The book hints at deeper themes of existential turmoil and Palestinian heritage, but these are lost in a mire of pointless detail.
The protagonist's dream isn't the American Dream; it's a distorted reenactment of Palestinian suffering which I found thoroughly distasteful.
Ultimately, this book is neither unique nor memorable. If you dislike disjointed, stream of consciousness narratives with hardly any resolution at the end, "The Coin" most likely won't appeal to you.
June 27, 2024
I just could not enter into the mind and the near-stream of consciousness of this first-person narrator, no matter how hard I tried. This youngish Palestinian woman, living in NY, and somehow, despite a lack of degree, teaching at a school for underprivileged boys, a task she might take to heart but very much follows her own internal curriculum, all the while meandering through the city, focusing on her designer wardrobe, cleaning herself meticulously, having sex with a man she knows well, a plotless story though interesting observations are made in the book. But why I was reading her story, why her story matters, I still have no clue; her descent, or rather, her further descent into a mental and physical spiraling is unique to her, without much universality. What I did like was a character who very much goes her own way, but being in her head never provided me more than varying degrees of discomfort. The focus on cleanliness, on her ablutions that are extremely detailed, on her sexual activities, seemed like elements designed perhaps to shock the reader, and left this reader wondering if to shock was the only point, and to shock, without more, isn't sufficient.
Thanks to Catapult and Netgalley for the arc.
Thanks to Catapult and Netgalley for the arc.
April 19, 2024
Weird. BIG WEIRD. This book is insane. I’ve struggled with properly reviewing this one. I keep questioning.. do I like this? Is this good weird or bad weird? In some ways I think that’s what I like about it. Weird girls, you know what I mean.
Some parts of it I loved and couldn’t get enough of. I especially felt like this in the beginning. There’s something about a woman describing her obsessive routines that just entrances me. Think like Mona Awad’s Rouge on that bit.
Our main character in The Coin is fanatical about cleanliness. Her hygiene routine is extreme as well as her cleaning and organizing compulsions. I was compelled to take an hour long “everything” shower after setting this down for the first time.
But then it gets extra strange as she becomes partners with a homeless man in a Birkin bag scheme. And then she pivots in the alternate direction on the clean freak scale to chase what she feels she needs. She’s unhinged from the beginning so her spiraling is somewhat linear to me.
There is a lot to gain as well from the themes of class and status, sexuality, and the idea of molding your own reality.
All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed this. I can’t deny that I couldn’t look away and completely binged it. I am very intrigued by Yasmin Zaher’s mind and what she may put out in the future.
Thank you NetGalley, Catapult, and Yasmin Zaher for this advanced reader copy in exchange for my honest review!
Some parts of it I loved and couldn’t get enough of. I especially felt like this in the beginning. There’s something about a woman describing her obsessive routines that just entrances me. Think like Mona Awad’s Rouge on that bit.
Our main character in The Coin is fanatical about cleanliness. Her hygiene routine is extreme as well as her cleaning and organizing compulsions. I was compelled to take an hour long “everything” shower after setting this down for the first time.
But then it gets extra strange as she becomes partners with a homeless man in a Birkin bag scheme. And then she pivots in the alternate direction on the clean freak scale to chase what she feels she needs. She’s unhinged from the beginning so her spiraling is somewhat linear to me.
There is a lot to gain as well from the themes of class and status, sexuality, and the idea of molding your own reality.
All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed this. I can’t deny that I couldn’t look away and completely binged it. I am very intrigued by Yasmin Zaher’s mind and what she may put out in the future.
Thank you NetGalley, Catapult, and Yasmin Zaher for this advanced reader copy in exchange for my honest review!
March 19, 2024
“The Coin” follows the story of a Palestinian teacher in New York City. Written like a fever dream, this is a character driven novel that tells the story of a displaced woman and her relationships— to herself, her students, her partners, her coworkers, her friends. I never knew what would happen next, what turns the story would take, or where it would end up. The finale was so beautifully written.
This book perfect for people who love reading about weird and obsessive literary women! Fans of authors like Mona Awad and Ottessa Moshfegh will love this literary debut. No plot, just vibes.
My only critique is the style of the chapters, which are very short, which made it difficult for me to develop my world building (if you can call it that?). This might work for others who enjoy that kind of format!
Thank you Catapult books for this ARC!
This book perfect for people who love reading about weird and obsessive literary women! Fans of authors like Mona Awad and Ottessa Moshfegh will love this literary debut. No plot, just vibes.
My only critique is the style of the chapters, which are very short, which made it difficult for me to develop my world building (if you can call it that?). This might work for others who enjoy that kind of format!
Thank you Catapult books for this ARC!
July 22, 2024
This one is a hard one to review and rate because the experience was largely uncomfortable but I know that's the point. The writing in this was stunning and is very stream-of-conscious-like. It literally feels like you're in a fever dream the whole time.
We slowly see our main character unravel over the course of the book. She's obsessed with cleanliness and routine, but realises that she may never truly be 'clean.'
She's also displaced in the relationships in her life and doesn't really have a place where she fits in.
At just over 200 pages, this one packs a punch and while on the surface it may seem like it's a book about a woman unravelling, I think it's so much more. I think there's a lot of trauma the character is dealing with and the rituals she finds herself in are her way of coping with them, even if it's unhealthy.
The things she does don't always make sense to the reader, and nothing is truly resolved, but I also think that's the point.
This is one I think I'll revisit soon in the future because there's so much to unpack. Thanks to the publisher for the gifted physical copy and digital copy.
We slowly see our main character unravel over the course of the book. She's obsessed with cleanliness and routine, but realises that she may never truly be 'clean.'
She's also displaced in the relationships in her life and doesn't really have a place where she fits in.
At just over 200 pages, this one packs a punch and while on the surface it may seem like it's a book about a woman unravelling, I think it's so much more. I think there's a lot of trauma the character is dealing with and the rituals she finds herself in are her way of coping with them, even if it's unhealthy.
The things she does don't always make sense to the reader, and nothing is truly resolved, but I also think that's the point.
This is one I think I'll revisit soon in the future because there's so much to unpack. Thanks to the publisher for the gifted physical copy and digital copy.
May 28, 2024
bleak but chic. luv how the protagonist is always cleaning.
July 26, 2024
The blurb is a lie
July 27, 2024
Expectations are a bitch.
August 13, 2024
4.5, impeccably written and sold to me as “kinda like Moshfegh, but much less obnoxious,” which is true in all the best ways: our narrator is not likeable nor fortunate, and is keeping beneath her skin a coin and skein of secrets that we only partially unravel over the course of the text. It was interesting — interesting enough to read in one sitting! — to follow her through New York and Paris and Palestine, engaging in various cons in an attempt to scrub herself clean of semi-known contamination. The vignette form was effective in telling a a spatiotemporally displaced story, though I wish some parts (particularly those in the school and with her non-Trenchcoat lovers) had been longer and more fleshed out, as these were great sites of character and plot development.
July 24, 2024
Yasmin Zaher's debut The Coin was one of my most anticipated 2024 releases. Turns out, this wasn't my kind of thing at all, though I'd press it into the hands of anybody who loves Ottessa Moshfegh, especially My Year of Rest and Relaxation. One thing I did love about The Coin is how thoroughly it smashes any expectations about what fiction written by a Palestinian woman about a Palestinian woman should look like. Its unnamed narrator is wealthy, young and aimless in New York, obsessed with her personal hygiene and increasingly trying out experimental pedagogy with the young teenage boys she teaches. What starts as 'free lessons', where she allows the boys to do what they like, morphs until they become guinea pigs for her own literary and political tastes. On one occasion, she takes them to see a radical poetry reading in New Jersey: 'After the dagger poems, I called for a head count'. The Coin is one of those novels where the blurb promises something that doesn't turn up until halfway through the book and doesn't end up being that important, but the publisher had to say something about what happens. In this case, it's the focus on the narrator getting involved in a scheme to resell Birkin bags, which she does do, but it lasts about twenty pages. The writing is sharper than Moshfegh, for my money, and I particularly liked Zaher's wry observations on beauty routines: 'Two thousand years of snail cream and you will see a woman's brain through her face'; 'I even used a hand mirror for better views, the type women use to be stunned by their vaginas'. We see her conflicted relationship with race as she continually tans to look more visibly Other, then loofahs off the dead skin. And while I struggled to connect with the first three-quarters of the book, I thought Zaher showcased her protagonist's alienation and dispossession cleverly in the surreal final section, which reaches beyond the unravelling woman trope to become something rawer. 3.5 stars.
I received a free proof copy of this book from the publisher for review.
I received a free proof copy of this book from the publisher for review.
August 2, 2024
Body as homeland not in metaphor but in the reality of statelessness… The mind shattering cognitive dissonance living in the imperial core… Ok. Need to reread this immediately if i can muster up the courage.
Also to the ppl who reviewed this poorly: the whole point is to not get it; the whole point is the insanity.
Also to the ppl who reviewed this poorly: the whole point is to not get it; the whole point is the insanity.
September 4, 2024
Rep: Palestinian sapphic mc
The Coin is a strange little book and one that I’m sort of on the fence as to how much I enjoyed it. I liked reading it well enough - 3 stars is testament to that - but it was, nevertheless, odd and there didn’t always seem to be a direction to the story (YMMV, unsurprisingly). As such I don’t have much to say in this review. It was definitely a book that stood out from the crowd, with memorable characters, but I didn’t really connect with it beyond that. Hence, 3 stars.
The Coin is a strange little book and one that I’m sort of on the fence as to how much I enjoyed it. I liked reading it well enough - 3 stars is testament to that - but it was, nevertheless, odd and there didn’t always seem to be a direction to the story (YMMV, unsurprisingly). As such I don’t have much to say in this review. It was definitely a book that stood out from the crowd, with memorable characters, but I didn’t really connect with it beyond that. Hence, 3 stars.
August 18, 2024
This was a unique story about a woman unraveling as her obsessions take over her life. She teaches 6th and 8th grade boys and the student interactions are the most moving parts of the book, but I think this young author will be one to follow!
May 10, 2024
Thanks to Netgalley and the publishers for the ARC. This may very well be the best book I'll read this year. I thought it was INCREDIBLE. I rarely read debuts, but made an exception for this one due to the Zizek blurb. I thought this was so incredibly impressive - the voice, the storytelling, the themes, the strangeness. I would 100% teach this to students; there's so many fascinating things to analyse here. I hope this gets huge on TikTok!
August 27, 2024
‘The Coin’ is a fascinating debut novel, and packs a lot into a relatively short book. It doesn’t conform into what you’d perhaps expect it to, and it’s all the better for it.
Frankly, I read this book last month, and have struggled to sit down and write this review, simply because I didn’t know how to sum up the book, and my feelings towards it. Yet, for all my inability to construct a review for this book, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. During this time, I even attended a local bookstore event with the author, which was so interesting, and gave me even more to chew over.
In a nutshell, this book is set in New York City, where our unnamed Palestinian protagonist takes on a job at an all boys school, finds herself embroiled in birkin bag pyramids schemes, fixates on the idea of being ‘clean’, and wrestles with the complexities of her heritage and diaspora.
It veers all over the place, yet still leaves us with a fully constructed narrative. It takes us to places we mightn’t be expecting. It’s been likened to Ottessa Moshfegh, and while I’ve only read one book by her, I’m inclined to agree that it would appeal to the same kind of audience.
It’s incredibly well written, occasionally expertly dipping into the surreal, with a protagonist who is sometimes down right unlikeable, yet in a way that always remains understandable. It’s a book I’ve found myself recommending to people, even while still questioning things about it - but I think that’s a large part of the makings of an interesting book. Sometimes things shouldn’t be morally straight forward and spoon fed to us. Sometimes things need to be a little weird, cutting, and down right strange.
It’s a book I see myself rereading in the near future, and a story that has firmly slotted itself into my mind.
Thank you to the publishers, and Netgalley, for the copy to review.
Frankly, I read this book last month, and have struggled to sit down and write this review, simply because I didn’t know how to sum up the book, and my feelings towards it. Yet, for all my inability to construct a review for this book, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. During this time, I even attended a local bookstore event with the author, which was so interesting, and gave me even more to chew over.
In a nutshell, this book is set in New York City, where our unnamed Palestinian protagonist takes on a job at an all boys school, finds herself embroiled in birkin bag pyramids schemes, fixates on the idea of being ‘clean’, and wrestles with the complexities of her heritage and diaspora.
It veers all over the place, yet still leaves us with a fully constructed narrative. It takes us to places we mightn’t be expecting. It’s been likened to Ottessa Moshfegh, and while I’ve only read one book by her, I’m inclined to agree that it would appeal to the same kind of audience.
It’s incredibly well written, occasionally expertly dipping into the surreal, with a protagonist who is sometimes down right unlikeable, yet in a way that always remains understandable. It’s a book I’ve found myself recommending to people, even while still questioning things about it - but I think that’s a large part of the makings of an interesting book. Sometimes things shouldn’t be morally straight forward and spoon fed to us. Sometimes things need to be a little weird, cutting, and down right strange.
It’s a book I see myself rereading in the near future, and a story that has firmly slotted itself into my mind.
Thank you to the publishers, and Netgalley, for the copy to review.
July 1, 2024
A supposedly rich Palestinian woman moves to New York and takes up a teaching job. With extreme obsession of cleanliness. That's all I could tell you and I'm quite embarrassed to admit. I skipped most parts of the book because some made me uncomfortable and others just kept me caged in confusion; perhaps it was because of the writing. And I may have just come into realization that weird girl books do not exactly fit my liking upon coming across this one.
Though it doesn't work for me (and I'm saddened by this revelation), I think other people will find this enjoyable. So don't let this discourage you from picking up the book.
Thanks Footnote Press for the opportunity given to me reading the ARC.
Though it doesn't work for me (and I'm saddened by this revelation), I think other people will find this enjoyable. So don't let this discourage you from picking up the book.
Thanks Footnote Press for the opportunity given to me reading the ARC.
July 15, 2024
a Palestinian woman living away from palestine who is obsessed with cleanliness, appearance, and fashion yes please.. the dichotomy of that obsession with appearance as she devolves and spirals is too good
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