We’re warned of this on the back: “A novel of love and lettuce … a warm-hearted, funny and wise book.” People who prefer unwise books, not about lettuce, may find themselves begging by the end – like the guy stuck all night in the perfume section of the department store – “Quick, give me some sh*t!” If for some reason you think that two novels with animals in the title are likely to have something in common, you are wrong: based at least on my reading of the first 100 pages of Ducks, Newburyport, Come, Thou Tortoise is pretty much the anti- Ducks, Newburyport - and so it makes perfect sense that Ellmann didn’t like it: Steady on, Airbus 320.Īfter I finished reading Come, Thou Tortoise, I went poking around for reviews of it and was interested to discover a thoroughly unsympathetic one from Lucy Ellmann, currently basking in critical acclaim for her recent novel Ducks, Newburyport. Uncle Thoby, when he walked down the aisle, pretended to lose his balance. When we were out of the turbulence, Uncle Thoby headed for the beverage cart. We flew to China and France and I played with the knobs and said, Ladies and gentlemen, we will be experiencing some turbulence. Okay, so we just stared at the pale green wall when we were flying, but we were flying for Chrissakes.
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