{"id":16178,"date":"2020-03-26T07:30:39","date_gmt":"2020-03-26T07:30:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/alienterpriseltd.com\/product\/ducks-newburyport-paperback-september-10-2019\/"},"modified":"2021-04-26T03:04:01","modified_gmt":"2021-04-26T03:04:01","slug":"ducks-newburyport-paperback-september-10-2019","status":"publish","type":"product","link":"https:\/\/alienterpriseltd.com\/?product=ducks-newburyport-paperback-september-10-2019","title":{"rendered":"Ducks, Newburyport"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!-- show up to 2 reviews by default -->                              <\/p>\n<h3>Review<\/h3>\n<div data-a-expander-collapsed-height=\"300\" class=\"a-expander-collapsed-height a-row a-expander-container a-expander-partial-collapse-container\" style=\"max-height: none;height: 300px\">\n<div class=\"a-expander-content a-expander-partial-collapse-content\" style=\"padding-bottom: 17px\">\n<p><strong>PRAISE FOR <em>DUCKS, NEWBURYPORT<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cLucy Ellmann\u2019s<em> Ducks, Newburyport<\/em> offers a radical literary form and voice. Dense to look at, challengingly epic, the novel is built around one Ohio housewife\u2019s monologue, flowing with dazzling lightness and speed. The detritus and maddening complexity of domesticity unfold in one breath, over a thousand pages. Shards of film plot and song collide with climate change anxiety; the terrors of parenting, healthcare and shopping lists wrestle with fake news and gun culture. The narrator reverberates with humour, wordplay and political rage. The writing resonates like a dissonant yet recognisable American symphony for massive forces, with riffs and themes folding back, proliferating, and gradually cohering. Its one long sentence occasionally breaks to simply describe a mountain lioness and her cubs: a meditation on nurture that will be wrapped into the violence of the ending. Lucy Ellmann has written a genre-defying novel, a torrent on modern life, as well as a hymn to loss and grief. Her creativity and sheer obduracy make demands on the reader. But Ellmann\u2019s daring is exhilarating \u2015 as are the wit, humanity and survival of her unforgettable narrator.\u201d <strong>\u2015Booker Prize Judge, Joanna MacGregor <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cLucy Ellmann\u2019s <em>Ducks, Newburyport<\/em> offers a radical literary form and voice. Dense to look at, challengingly epic, the novel is built around one Ohio housewife\u2019s monologue, flowing with dazzling lightness and speed. The detritus and maddening complexity of domesticity unfold in one breath, over a thousand pages. Shards of film plot and song collide with climate change anxiety; the terrors of parenting, healthcare and shopping lists wrestle with fake news and gun culture. The narrator reverberates with humour, wordplay and political rage. The writing resonates like a dissonant yet recognisable American symphony for massive forces, with riffs and themes folding back, proliferating, and gradually cohering. Its one long sentence occasionally breaks to simply describe a mountain lioness and her cubs: a meditation on nurture that will be wrapped into the violence of the ending. Lucy Ellmann has written a genre-defying novel, a torrent on modern life, as well as a hymn to loss and grief. Her creativity and sheer obduracy make demands on the reader. But Ellmann\u2019s daring is exhilarating\u2015as are the wit, humanity and survival of her unforgettable narrator.\u201d \u2015<strong>2019 Booker Prize Jury Citation<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis book has its face pressed up against the pane of the present; its form mimics the way our minds move now toggling between tabs, between the needs of small children and aging parents, between news of ecological collapse and school shootings while somehow remembering to pay taxes and fold the laundry&#8230;The capaciousness of the book allows Ellmann to stretch and tell the story of one family on a canvas that stretches back to the bloody days of Western expansion, but its real value feels deeper \u2015 it demands the very attentiveness, the care, that it enshrines.\u201d\u2015<strong>Parul Sehgal,<\/strong> <strong><em>New York Times<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Brilliantly ambitious&#8230;At times there\u2019s such fury to these ruminations that the book seems to shift into direct cultural critique; at other times it all seems simply part of the story&#8230;The lioness offers a foil, a figure of natural instinct and maternal courage set against the narrator\u2019s culturally determined fears and insecurities&#8230;This is a novel, but it is also, fundamentally, a very long and meaningful list&#8230;as accumulative, as pointed, as death-addled, as joyous, as storied, as multitudinous and as large as life.&#8221; <strong>\u2015Martin Riker, <em>New York Times Book Review<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cEllmann captures the pathos of the everyday, how one might use pie crusts and film synopses to dam in pain. She also allows the narrator\u2019s avoidance to suggest a greater amnesia, an American reluctance to face its past and its ongoing brutalities. The narrator lives in a country whose mythic propositions hang in the same limbo as her run-on sentence&#8230;Ellmann\u2019s commitment to compilation and description suggests a resistance to hierarchies. It also flickers with tenderness. The time and care that she lavishes on her narrator seem like their own form of political speculation\u2015that every individual is owed an unending devotion, and that such devotion, applied universally, might change the fate of the world.&#8221; \u2015<strong><em>New Yorker<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Effervescent&#8230;as the book closes in on the thrilling \u2015 and unexpected \u2015 conclusion, the disparate strands tossed out at the novel\u2019s onset gleam with import&#8230;Ducks, Newburyport directs us back to the language on the page, so we become hyper-aware of it&#8230;Ellmann has made a case that a richer, less regimented language leads to a more vibrant and capacious mind, and has thus crafted the entrancing Ducks, Newburyport into a celebration of all that words, and the minds they build, can contain.&#8221; <strong>\u2015<\/strong><em><strong>Chicago Review of Books<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A sublime literary enactment of how guilt, grief, rage, regret, compassion, and every other emotion swirls and ebbs in unbalanced defiance of rational logic&#8230;The very form of Ducks, Newburyport is perhaps the ultimate expression of life\u2019s absurd disproportionality&#8230;The free-associative stream accumulates into a work of great formal beauty, whose distinctive linguistic rhythms and patterns envelop the reader like music or poetry. Equally, it forms a damning indictment on capitalist patriarchy that, in an extraordinary feat from a writer at the height of her powers, never veers within a mile of sanctimony or self-righteousness. If art is measured by how skillfully it holds a mirror up to society, then Ellmann has surely written the most important novel of this era. &#8221; \u2015<strong><em>The Paris Review<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cBreathlessly brilliant \u2026 an extraordinary achievement of wit and imagination \u2026 this isn\u2019t just one of the outstanding books of 2019, it\u2019s one of the outstanding books of the century.\u201d \u2015<strong><em>The Irish Times<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Ulysses<\/em> has nothing on this \u2026 Once you get going, you\u2019ll be too absorbed to stop.\u201d <strong>\u2015<em>Cosmopolitan<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cCould possibly turn out to be the most important novel of the decade \u2026 Read<em> Ducks, Newburyport<\/em>. This is a novel for the idea of America today.\u201d <strong><em>\u2015Los Angeles Review of Books<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Eccentric and recursive, its language eschews modernism\u2019s tangled poetry for something more recognizably contemporary. The detritus of digital and popular culture is embedded, shard-like, in the mesh of the narrator\u2019s ever-unspooling mind&#8230;Her heroine\u2019s anger burns cleanly, refusing the easy conflagration of self-righteousness. The cumulative effect is devastating. This is a powerful and deeply felt indictment of American moral failure, a fearful, dazzling bloom of conscience&#8230;The narrative technique of Ducks, Newburyport is itself a kind of coping mechanism, a grand mimetic achievement. The novel\u2019s length is, in the end, something of the point.&#8221; <strong>\u2015<em>The Nation<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;There are novels, and then there are extraordinary novels\u2015truly unique, one-of-a-kind, sui generis\u2015terms that are often used as clich\u00e9s but I assure you not in Lucy Ellmann\u2019s case, regarding her eighth novel, Ducks, Newburyport&#8230;a truly great American novel that catches our zeitgeist more accurately during the Trump years than anything else I have read&#8230;Ellmann has crawled into the horrifying times in which we live and written an explosive story that will engage you on every one of its 1000 pages.&#8221; <strong><em>\u2015CounterPunch<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt&#8217;s a book that quite restores our faith in the possibility of literary &#8216;greatness&#8217; while questioning what forms such &#8216;greatness&#8217; can or should take. It is certainly, in its humane range and weight, a Great American Novel. Is it any good? Oh my word, yes. Reading it at this point in times seems like an act of human solidarity, a commitment to the world of truth and reason.\u201d \u2015<strong><em>Literary Review<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Brilliant \u2015 and addictive&#8230;There have been comparisons to James Joyce\u2019s <em>Ulysses<\/em>, but Ellmann is in a class by herself.&#8221; \u2015<strong><em>Associated Press<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Readers need not scoff this giant pie in one gulp. Sampled at regular intervals, it tastes sweeter. The sheer ingenuity of Ms Ellmann\u2019s wordplay, the fabulous profusion of her recipes, catalogues and inventories, from a freezer\u2019s contents to confectionery brands, imbue every passage with fun as well as a sardonic poetry.&#8221; \u2015<strong><em>Economist<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>Ducks, Newburyport <\/em>is a menacing novel, a masterpiece of precision and endurance. This is the sort of book you&#8217;ll pick up and be baffled for the first 10 or 20 pages, but by the 30th page, you&#8217;ll be home.&#8221; \u2015<strong><em>Thrillist<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;Ducks<\/em> is a technical masterpiece and kind of literary manifesto&#8230;a staggeringly provocative work of genius.&#8221; \u2015<strong><em>Toronto Star<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ducks, Newburyport is a complex book about a complicated time. It reads like an outpour of humanity beckoning to be heard.&#8221; \u2015<strong><em>Electric Literature<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cResplendent in ambition, humour and humanity \u2026 a lifetime of memories hoarded and pored over, like the family heirlooms the narrator and her husband have inherited along with all the joy and desolation contained within them \u2026 In <em>Ducks, Newburyport<\/em> Ellmann has created a wisecracking, melancholy <em>Mrs Dalloway<\/em> for the internet age.\u201d \u2015<strong><em>Financial Times<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Perhaps the most intensely real depiction of the life of the quotidian mind I\u2019ve ever witnessed&#8230; what <em>Ducks<\/em> [<em>Newburyport<\/em>] amounts to is one great trauma diagnosis for the entire country&#8230;It\u2019s a colossal feat.&#8221; <strong>\u2015<em>The Spectator<\/em> <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cA book about a mother\u2019s love, but also about loss and grief, and anxiety dreams about Donald Trump, and despair about mass shootings \u2026 It is also a catalogue of life\u2019s many injuries and mishaps \u2026 and of the simple joys and consolations of memory and imagination. [A] triumph.\u201d \u2015<strong><em>The Guardian<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cEpic.\u201d \u2015<strong><em>Associated Press<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cA jaw-dropping miracle.\u201d <strong>\u2015<em>Library Journal <\/em>(starred review)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cA remarkable portrait of a woman in contemporary America contemplating her own life and society\u2019s storm clouds &#8230; brilliant.\u201d \u2015<strong><em>Publishers Weekly <\/em><\/strong><strong>(starred review)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cMesmerizing, witty, maximalist&#8230;a bravura and caring inquiry into Earth\u2019s glory, human creativity and catastrophic recklessness, and the transcendence of love.\u201d \u2015<strong><em>Booklist <\/em><\/strong><strong>(starred review)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;In<em> Ducks, Newburyport<\/em> the invisible expropriation of women\u2019s domestic labour is tied to the despoiling of the environment and the macho degradation of the public sphere. But this is to suggest the novel can be boiled down to one particular theme, when its entire premise refuses any kind of summary. In reading <em>Ducks,<\/em> wonder gives way to frustration, which gives way to wonder again, until finishing becomes a kind of contemplative vigil \u2013 an exercise in dedication&#8230;<em>Ducks<\/em> is asking us to imagine what a total, unboundaried empathy with another person could feel like.&#8221; <strong>\u2015<em>New Statesman<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;This is one of the most bonkers, but absolutely brilliant, novels I have ever read&#8230;by turns poignant, funny, repetitive, poetic, banal and wise&#8230;this is a brave and bracing book for both author and publisher to have \u00adproduced, and in the sheer commitment it demands of the reader is a brilliant antidote to the simplistic realm of clickbait, acronyms and sloganeering that the novel describes and critiques so well. Bravo!&#8221; <strong>\u2015<em>The Tablet<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A wildly ambitious and totally unique masterpiece of the kind that doesn\u2019t frequently appear in contemporary fiction&#8230;Once or twice while reading a novel, you might encounter an image in passing that suddenly knocks you out of the book and into a dreamy state, a little detail that jumps out at you and consumes your attention for a moment. This happens so often in \u201cDucks\u201d that reading the book can be like a collection of immediately interesting objects, like that specific kind of American home so stuffed with objects that every moment is one of discovery. The material culture of American life is splayed across these pages.&#8221; <strong>\u2015<em>Michigan Daily<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Innovative, intelligent, and simply extraordinary.&#8221; \u2015<strong><em>Lit Hub<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cA wildly ambitious and righteously angry portrait of contemporary America.\u201d <strong><em>\u2015The Observer<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It is a soaring example of how a gifted writer can spin one sentence into a complete, immersive story.&#8221; <strong>\u2015<\/strong><em><strong>Financial Times<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"a-expander-header a-expander-partial-collapse-header\"><a href=\"void(0)\" data-action=\"a-expander-toggle\" class=\"a-declarative\" data-a-expander-toggle=\"{&quot;allowLinkDefault&quot;:true, &quot;expand_prompt&quot;:&quot;Read more&quot;, &quot;collapse_prompt&quot;:&quot;Read less&quot;}\"><i class=\"a-icon a-icon-extender-expand\"><\/i><span class=\"a-expander-prompt\">Read more<\/span><\/a><\/div><\/div>\n<h3>From the Back Cover<\/h3>\n<div data-a-expander-collapsed-height=\"300\" class=\"a-expander-collapsed-height a-row a-expander-container a-expander-partial-collapse-container\" style=\"max-height: none;height: 300px\">\n<div class=\"a-expander-content a-expander-partial-collapse-content\" style=\"padding-bottom: 17px\">\n<h3 style=\"text-align:center\"><strong>WINNER OF THE 2019 GOLDSMITHS PRIZE<\/strong><br \/> <strong>SHORTLISTED FOR THE 2019 BOOKER PRIZE<\/strong><br \/> <strong>A <em>NEW <\/em><em>YORKER <\/em>BEST BOOK OF 2019<\/strong><br \/> <strong>A <em>NEW YORK TIMES<\/em> NOTABLE BOOK OF 2019<\/strong><br \/> <strong>A <em>TIME <\/em>MUST-READ BOOK OF 2019<\/strong><br \/> <strong>A <em>WASHINGTON POST<\/em> NOTABLE WORK OF FICTION 2019<\/strong><br \/> <strong>A <em>CHICAGO TRIBUNE <\/em>BEST BOOK OF 2019<\/strong><br \/> <strong>A <em>GLOBE &amp; MAIL<\/em> BOOK THAT SHAPED 2019<\/strong><br \/> <strong>A <em>BOOK RIOT<\/em> BEST BOOK OF 2019<\/strong><br \/> <strong>A <em>TIMES<\/em> CRITICS&#8217; TOP BOOK OF 2019<\/strong><br \/> <strong>A <em>TORONTO STAR<\/em> TOP TEN BOOK OF 2019<\/strong><span style=\"color:#000000\"><strong> <\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n<p>Baking a multitude of tartes tatins for local restaurants, an Ohio housewife contemplates her four kids, husband, cats and chickens. Also, America&#8217;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&#8217;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?<\/p>\n<p>With a torrent of consciousness and an intoxicating coziness, <em>Ducks, Newburyport<\/em> lays out a whole world for you to tramp around in, by turns frightening and funny. A heart-rending indictment of America&#8217;s barbarity, and a lament for the way we are blundering into environmental disaster, this book is both heresy\u2014and a revolution in the novel.<\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"a-expander-header a-expander-partial-collapse-header\"><a href=\"void(0)\" data-action=\"a-expander-toggle\" class=\"a-declarative\" data-a-expander-toggle=\"{&quot;allowLinkDefault&quot;:true, &quot;expand_prompt&quot;:&quot;Read more&quot;, &quot;collapse_prompt&quot;:&quot;Read less&quot;}\"><i class=\"a-icon a-icon-extender-expand\"><\/i><span class=\"a-expander-prompt\">Read more<\/span><\/a><\/div><\/div>\n<div data-a-expander-name=\"toggle_description\" class=\"a-row a-expander-container a-expander-extend-container\">                                  P.when(&#8216;A&#8217;).execute(function(A) {                      A.on(&#8216;a:expander:toggle_description:toggle:collapse&#8217;, function(data) {                        window.scroll(0, data.expander.$expander[0].offsetTop-100);                      });                    });                                <\/p>\n<div class=\"a-expander-content a-expander-extend-content\">\n<h3>About the Author<\/h3>\n<div data-a-expander-collapsed-height=\"300\" class=\"a-expander-collapsed-height a-row a-expander-container a-expander-partial-collapse-container\" style=\"max-height:300px\">\n<div class=\"a-expander-content a-expander-partial-collapse-content\">\n<p>Lucy Ellmann\u2019s first novel, <em>Sweet Desserts<\/em>, won the Guardian Fiction Prize. It was followed by <em>Varying Degrees of Hopelessness,<\/em> <em>Man or Mango?<\/em> <em>A Lament<\/em>, <em>Dot in the Universe<\/em>, <em>Doctors &amp; Nurses<\/em>, <em>Mimi<\/em>. Her short stories have appeared in magazines, newspapers and anthologies, and she has written for the <em>New York Times<\/em>, <em>Washington Post<\/em>, <em>Guardian<\/em>, <em>Independent<\/em>, <em>Independent on Sunday<\/em>, <em>Times Literary Supplement<\/em>, <em>Telegraph<\/em>,<em> New Statesman and Society<\/em>, <em>Spectator<\/em>, <em>Herald<\/em>, <em>Scottish Review of Books<\/em>, <em>Time Out<\/em> (London), Art Monthly, <em>Thirsty Books<\/em>, <em>Bookforum<\/em>, <em>Aeon<\/em>, <em>The Evergreen<\/em>, and <em>The Baffler<\/em>. A screenplay, <em>The Spy Who Caught a Cold<\/em>, was filmed and broadcast on Channel 4 in the UK. She edits fiction for the Fiction Atelier (fictionatelier.wordpress.com), and abhors standard ways of teaching Creative Writing, which she considers mostly criminal. Though American by birth, she lives in Scotland.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"a-expander-header a-expander-partial-collapse-header\"><a href=\"void(0)\" data-action=\"a-expander-toggle\" class=\"a-declarative\" data-a-expander-toggle=\"{&quot;allowLinkDefault&quot;:true, &quot;expand_prompt&quot;:&quot;Read more&quot;, &quot;collapse_prompt&quot;:&quot;Read less&quot;}\"><i class=\"a-icon a-icon-extender-expand\"><\/i><span class=\"a-expander-prompt\">Read more<\/span><\/a><\/div><\/div>\n<h3>Excerpt. \u00a9 Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.<\/h3>\n<div data-a-expander-collapsed-height=\"300\" class=\"a-expander-collapsed-height a-row a-expander-container a-expander-partial-collapse-container\" style=\"max-height:300px\">\n<div class=\"a-expander-content a-expander-partial-collapse-content\">\n<p>When you are all sinew, struggle and solitude, your young \u2013 being soft, plump, vulnerable \u2013 may remind you of prey. The damp furry closeness in the crowded den sometimes gave her an over-warm sensation akin to nausea, or boredom. Snaking her long limbs as far as space permitted, she longed to be out on her winding path, ranging wide in search of deer. In her dreams she slaughtered whole herds. She sought that first firm clasp on a stag\u2019s neck, the swift parting of its hide, her mouth filling at last with what was hot and wet and necessary.<\/p>\n<p>For all of life is really recoil and leap, leap and recoil.<\/p>\n<p>Alertness was her new mode, but the cubs\u2019 easy slumber was contagious. To be woken, biffed in the face by the paw of a sleeping kitten. 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 \u2013 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. <\/p>\n<p>For the first week they were sprawling, crawling mush to her, demanding gentleness, forbearance, cleanups. The air shook with the vibrations of her purr. She learnt to maneuver her way round their wriggling forms with all kinds of fancy new steps. The more they squirmed, the more adroitly she had to dodge them. <\/p>\n<p>She never left them for more than half an hour. The mere thought of the kittens bleating and scrabbling around back in the den diminished her resolve, made her less surefooted, ruined her joy in the kill. She went hungry, even sank to eating snowshoe hares that ventured near the den. And, once, a disappointing goosander, all feather, feet, beak and bone. <\/p>\n<p>Her infant cubs, drifting back to sleep midway across each other\u2019s backs, never knew how long she was gone, or how far from them she roamed. She might still be inside the den somewhere, just an inch out of reach. In hope, they dragged themselves over to the wall like legless seal pups, their short stubby tails nothing like the muscly ropes they would later become. Little more than mush, they toured the den in slow circles, chirping enticingly, feeling out for any sign of her, just the tip of her giant paw or long whiskers. Longing for her warmth, her tongue, her strong sleek rump, they sought her with determination, for they too were hunters, and brave. Too brave to despair. <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p> The fact that the raccoons are now banging an empty yoghurt carton around on the driveway, the fact that in the early morning stillness it sounds like gunshots, the fact that, even in fog, with <em>ice<\/em> on the road and snow banks blocking their vision, people are already zooming around our corner, the site of many a minor accident, the fact that a guy in a pickup once accidentally skidded into our <em>garage<\/em>, and next time it could be our <em>house<\/em>, or a <em>child<\/em>, Wake Up Picture Day, dicamba, Kleenex, the fact that a pickup truck killed Dilly, the fact that she\u2019d successfully dodged cars for three whole years, the fact that she knew all about cars, but during that time the traffic grew, the fact that it\u2019s crazee now, the fact that after Dilly got killed, the kids painted a big warning sign with a big black cat on it and stuck it right by the fence, but nobody notices it, the fact that they\u2019re all going too fast to <em>see<\/em> it, <em>\u266c<\/em><em> When the cat died we had catnip tea <\/em><em>\u266c<\/em><em>,<\/em> the fact that failure to yield causes one in five accidents in Ohio, the fact that car crashes are up twenty percent since 2009, haw tree, buckeye, black walnut, hickory, butternut, the fact that Stacy\u2019s old enough to handle the road but the other kids aren\u2019t, the fact that a little boy was killed in his bed just the other day by a skidding car crashing into his house, Ben asleep, the fact that there are two cardinals right now in the lilac tree, brown sugar, the fact that eleven percent of Americans carry on driving when the fuel-tank-empty light comes on, the fact that, boy, you\u2019d think it\u2019d be more like eighty percent, Ronny, chicken feed, the fact that there are macrophages, the fact that I dreamt I flew all the way to India to get a teaspoon of cinnamon but when I got home I realized I needed flaked almonds too, security, holding pattern, go figure, not in my backyard, the fact that we have to do our taxes and try to remember every little bit of income and expenditure, the fact that there was more of the latter than the former, Family Dollar, Baker\u2019s IGA, password, username, \u201cYour card is now active and ready to use,\u201d the fact that not only do we have to calculate our income and expenditure but we gotta figure out how to get <em>more<\/em> money, and keep on getting money till we\u2019re dead, Medicare For All, the fact that by the time Leo\u2019s old enough to get Social Security it probably won\u2019t even cover the price of a ham sandwich, much less a bottle of wine, the fact that we\u2019re in for a wineless old age, oi veh, OJ, the fact that Leo has to go to Philly tomorrow and I\u2019m not so good on my own, the fact that Ben knows so much for such a little kid, maybe <em>too<\/em> much, the fact that he says drugs work on a molecular level that can be assessed using logarithms and Schild Curves, but I just pop \u2019em and leave the rest to chance, breakfast, alarm clock, laundry, Spinbrush, the fact that we have to have a cocktail party and I don\u2019t know what to wear, the fact that the only fun part is deciding on the canap\u00e9s, cocktails, cock-a-doodle-do, cock, oh my word, the fact that words just pop into my head like that, dear me, the fact that I\u2019ve got to get the dough going for the cinnamon rolls, the fact that at least we\u2019re not having any more dinner parties, the fact that I put my foot down there, <em>\u266c<\/em> <em>Your feet\u2019s too big <\/em><em>\u266c<\/em><em>,<\/em> feat of strength, footloose and fancy-free, the fact that our parties are always a big flop anyway because the kids come down in the middle in their onesies and kill all conversation with cuteness, the fact that they look like polar bear cubs and they know it, the fact that sometimes they end up serving the drinks too, the fact that I don\u2019t know what Prof Pranump would make of that, especially since she\u2019s teetotal, tea, Triscuits, Ritz crackers, Saltines, Fritos, Doritos, Frito-Lay, Planters peanuts, Blue Diamond smoked almonds, Prohibition, <em>Some Like It Hot<\/em>, the fact that soon polar bears and walruses will have nowhere to go, because the polar ice is melting, cheese and pineapple on sticks, cheddar cheese logs, school bus, ground cardamom, dried cherries, zest, the fact that walruses can swim for four hundred miles, sure, but not <em>forever<\/em>, for Pete\u2019s sake, the fact that animals don\u2019t pride themselves on irrationality the way we do, the fact that, according to Ben, half the mammals on the planet will disappear by 2050, two hundred species a day or something like that, the fact that Ben says everybody on earth will soon be starving or suffocating or dying of SARS or Ebola or H5N1, the fact that H5N1 only has to mutate a few more times and we\u2019re all goners, so maybe it was all for nothing, human achievement, but before that happens, we still have to do our taxes, and Leo needs to fix the garage door, the fact that it keeps sticking, missing button, bathroom grouting, the fact that Stacy would probably <em>approve<\/em> of a global pandemic, as long as it included <em>us<\/em>, her nearest and dearest, the fact that I don\u2019t know why we released our poor little terrapins into the pond at Northwestern, the fact that we thought they\u2019d be happy there, free, the fact that nobody ever told us they were <em>tropical<\/em> terrapins, the fact that we actually thought they\u2019d like swimming free, in that freezing cold pond, the fact that I saw a dead dog with rabies there once, near the pond, so theoretically our turtles could have gotten rabies first, before they froze to death, the fact that we weren\u2019t much good as pet owners, I guess, the bumblebee at Bread Loaf, the fact that what we liked best was going to the Big Building, where Daddy worked, because sometimes you got a free pencil, the fact that we loved climbing on the big painted rock outside, the fact that there was this great big boulder right in front of the building, the fact that I don\u2019t know if somebody dragged the thing there or it was just there when they built the university and they couldn\u2019t get rid of it, the fact that the paint was interestingly chipped and you could see how many layers it had, blue, red, white, yellow, green, Chris Rock, the fact that I think they painted it a new color every year or so, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the fact that Mozart had a starling, the fact that female starlings sing too, not just male starlings, murmurations, Ohio Blue Tip matches, phone call, a big ask, the fact that I don\u2019t know where my cellphone is, the fact that I <em>never<\/em> know where it is, the fact that cellphones are always trying to escape their owners, the fact that there are earthquakes and tornadoes and tsunamis and volcanic eruptions, the fact that where did I see that red 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