Ducks, Newburyport will be published on 4 July 2019.
This is the special, limited edition run of 500 copies, available on pre-order and while stock lasts. The mass-market paperback edition is available to pre-order here.
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‘… I dreamt last night about somebody complaining that he owned a “lesser Cézanne” while I was tearing heartshaped buttons off a shirt, and something about a ferret, the fact that my dreams have become more practical and less expansive, I think, since we got poorer, the fact that I should be swinging wild but instead my dreams are just about tidying the hen coop or unloading the dishwasher, or losing my address book, or I’m cooking noodles for everybody and Leo has a plane to catch in half an hour and there’s no taxi, or I find myself on a bicycle carrying a huge box, the fact that once I dreamt I ate one tiny piece of ham, and that was it, that was the whole dream, the fact that I dream all the wrong stuff and remember all the wrong stuff, what a goofball, “a genuine idiot,” the fact that why do I remember that Amish wool shop and not my mom, …’
LATTICING one cherry pie after another, an Ohio housewife tries to bridge the gaps between reality and the torrent of meaningless info that is the United States of America. She worries about her children, her dead parents, African elephants, the bedroom rituals of “happy couples”, Weapons of Mass Destruction, and how to hatch an abandoned wood pigeon egg. Is there some trick to surviving survivalists? School shootings? Medical debts? Franks ’n’ beans?
A scorching indictment of America’s barbarity, past and present, and a lament for the way we are sleepwalking into environmental disaster, Ducks, Newburyport is a heresy, a wonder—and a revolution in the novel.
It’s also very, very funny.
“Lunatic and splenetic and distinctive... I begin to suspect [Lucy Ellmann] might be some sort of genius” —The Telegraph
“Reading Ellmann is like finding bits of broken glass in your lollipop.” —The Evening Standard
“Hilarious, eye-wateringly funny… I have found a new hero in Lucy Ellmann.” —The Scotsman
“Ellmann is an expert juggler with words. Her satire is deft, sophisticated, and enchantingly surreal.” —The Sunday Telegraph