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Bitter Water Opera
Bitter Water Opera: A Novel | Nicolette Polek
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An electrifying debut novel about art, solitude, family, and faith in a world without it In 1967, the dancer Marta Becket and her husband were traveling through Death Valley Junction when they came across an abandoned theater. Marta decided it was hers. She painted her ideal audience on its walls and danced her own dances until her death five decades later. In the present day, Gia has ended a relationship and taken a leave from her job in film studies at a university. She is sleeping fifteen hours a night and ignoring calls from her mother. In a library archive, she comes across a photo of Marta Becket and decides to write her a letter. Soon Marta magically appears in her home. Gia hopes Marta Becket will guide her out of her despair. But is Martathe example of her single-minded, solitary lifeenough? Through precise, vivid vignettes, Bitter Water Opera follows Gia as she resists the urge to escape into herself and struggles to form a lasting connection to the world. Her search has her reckoning with a set of terrifying charcoal drawings on her garage walls, a corpse in the middle of a pond, a crooked pear sapling, and other mysterious entities before bringing her to Martas theater, the Amargosa Opera House. There in the desert, Gia finds one answer. In this brief, astonishing novel, Nicolette Polek describes an individual awakening to faith while exploring our deepest existential questions. How do we look beyond ourselves? Where do words go? What is art for?
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Emerging from stuckness, Gia calls on dancer & outsider artist Marta Becket in Death Valley. Long-dead Marta appears. Faith, mystery, quest, solitude. Searching & surface, never quite hits a nerve. 2024

9 “This was the kind of woman I thought I would be. Alone and powerful with creation.”

100 “I was surrounded by emptiness, and didn‘t wish to fill it.”

111 “My pursuits had always revolved around representations of life instead of life itself.”