A review by rorywilson
Ducks, Newburyport by Lucy Ellmann

4.0

A review seems somewhat pointless. You'll know after a page if you're interested in the style. A novel not so much read as divined where the story reveals itself amidst a cloud of word association, film references and repetitive underlying themes. Also a lion.

I found 'the fact that' substituted for punctuation in my brain early on in quite a comforting way, and the rhythmic nature of it meant I often found myself falling asleep reading it.

I was expecting something more profound than maybe what is here. It's not trying to be epic, or to macrocosmically understand something - it's more subtle than that. The style is the thing, and I loved the narrator for it for a while.