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1022 pages, Paperback
First published July 4, 2019
the fact that madeleines are like little memory sticks, but when you bite into one you get closure, the fact that all her life that mountain lion has been alone and free and unnamed, and now she has a name and she’s not free anymore, and that’s sort of spooky, or is it just the thought of the way she lived before, so alone and hidden from the world, that spooks me, the fact that I’m pretty alone and hidden from the world myself a lot of the time, but not the way a mountain lion, the fact that I think it’d be great if the right to bear arms thing turned out to be about wearing short sleeves, the right to bare arms, or else maybe they meant heraldry, like the right to a family crest, the fact that you get to have a pennant with a lion rampant or dormant on it, armorial, armed conflict, Ben’s book on heraldry, dormant, torpor, the fact that it would be really nice to see all these gun nuts just settle down and design their own coat of arms and get some plaques made, the fact that maybe they could have their own tartan too, get a whole Scottish thing going, a family clan, kilts, swordies, the fact that I wouldn’t even mind bagpipes if they’d just quit talking about the 2A for a while, and stopped killing people too
Alertness was her new mode, but the cubs’ easy slumber was contagious. She was always briefly astounded, on waking, by their continued presence. They troubled her, they were so needy: if she died, they would die too, and soon. And she would forget them. But for now, she belonged to them. They were not so much a conscious concern as the whole purpose of her being – lives engendered by her body, created inside her and released through pain and panting upon the world. She had borne them, and now she fed them with her milk. They were part of her still.
…the fact that it would make my day if Stacy would just put her clothes in the hamper once in a while, in that lion’s den of a bedroom of hers, the fact that she hates me going in there, but sometimes I have to, the fact that pigs are cleaner than people any day, boarlets, the fact that hogs make their own beds, though I’m not sure if they do it every morning, the fact that they’re cleaner and smarter than anybody realizes, and don’t deserve to be made into bacon, but everybody likes bacon so much, so it’s a conundrum, it surely is…
…what a terrible terrible terrible thing, the fact that it broke us, as a nation, but you’re not supposed to say so, the fact that why would you do a thing like that to other people, I will do such things, – what they are, yet I know not; but they shall be the terror of the earth, the fact that being “upbeat” is so different from being “beat-up,” the fact that the two things don’t go together at all, the fact that people probably get beat up for being upbeat, or downbeat, the fact that either sounds unfair…
…apple turnovers, the fact that some people don’t like introverts, the fact that everybody’s got to be an extrovert these days or they think you’re a psycho or something, compost, decomposing, the fact that a madeleine has so much butter in it it’s really like a tiny pound cake…
Ducks, Newburyport will be published on 4 July 2019
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“It is somehow hard not to feel optimistic in the hands of a writer so angry and intelligent.” —The Guardian