1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER * A simple hospital visit becomes a portal to the tender relationship between mother and daughter in this extraordinary novel by the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of Olive Kitteridge and The Burgess Boys.
Soon to be a Broadway play starring Laura Linney produced by Manhattan Theatre Club and London Theatre Company * LONGLISTED FOR THE MAN BOOKER PRIZE * NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY The Washington Post * The New York Times Book Review * NPR * BookPage * LibraryReads * Minneapolis Star Tribune * St. Louis Post-Dispatch
Lucy Barton is recovering slowly from what should have been a simple operation. Her mother, to whom she hasn’t spoken for many years, comes to see her. Gentle gossip about people from Lucy’s childhood in Amgash, Illinois, seems to reconnect them, but just below the surface lie the tension and longing that have informed every aspect of Lucy’s life: her escape from her troubled family, her desire to become a writer, her marriage, her love for her two daughters. Knitting this powerful narrative together is the brilliant storytelling voice of Lucy herself: keenly observant, deeply human, and truly unforgettable.
Praise for My Name Is Lucy Barton
A quiet, sublimely merciful contemporary novel about love, yearning, and resilience in a family damaged beyond words. -The Boston Globe
It is Lucy’s gentle honesty, complex relationship with her husband, and nuanced response to her mother’s shortcomings that make this novel so subtly powerful. -San Francisco Chronicle
A short novel about love, particularly the complicated love between mothers and daughters, but also simpler, more sudden bonds … It evokes these connections in a style so spare, so pure and so profound the book almost seems to be a kind of scripture or sutra, if a very down-to-earth and unpretentious one. -Newsday
Spectacular … Smart and cagey in every way. It is both a book of withholdings and a book of great openness and wisdom… . [Strout] is in supreme and magnificent command of this novel at all times. -Lily King, The Washington Post
An aching, illuminating look at mother-daughter devotion. -People
