Ducks, Newburyport

Baking a multitude of tartes tatin for local restaurants, an Ohio housewife contemplates her four kids, husband,
cats and chickens. Also, America’s ignoble past, and her own regrets. She is surrounded by dead lakes, fake facts, Open
Carry maniacs, and oodles of online advice about survivalism, veil toss duties, and how to be more like Jane Fonda.
But what do you do when you keep stepping on your son’s toy tractors, your life depends on stolen land and broken
treaties, and nobody helps you when you get a flat tire on the interstate, not even the Abominable Snowman? When
are you allowed to start swearing?
With a torrent of consciousness and an intoxicating coziness, Ducks, Newburyport lays out a whole world for you
to tramp around in, by turns frightening and funny. A heart-rending indictment of America’s barbarity, and a lament
for the way we are blundering into environmental disaster, this book is both heresy—and a revolution in the novel.