Life Is Everywhere
- “Writing novels is the way Lucy Ives discovers her thoughts about the at once disheartening and marvelous fact of being alive right here, right now. This brilliant and playful novel brims with wisdom.”—Alejandro Zambra, author of Chilean Poet
Manhattan, 2014. It’s an unseasonably warm Thursday in November and Erin Adamo is locked out of her apartment. Her husband has just left her and meanwhile her keys are in her coat, which she abandoned at her parents’ apartment when she exited mid-dinner after her father—once again—lost control.
Erin takes refuge in the library of the university where she is a grad student. Her bag contains two manuscripts she’s written, along with a monograph by a faculty member who’s recently become embroiled in a bizarre scandal. Erin isn’t sure what she’s doing, but a small, mostly unconscious part of her knows: within these documents is a key she’s needed all along.
With unflinching precision, Life Is Everywhere captures emotional events that hover fitfully at the borders of visibility and intelligibility, showing how the past lives on, often secretly and at the expense of the present. It’s about one person on one evening, reckoning with heartbreak—a story that, to be fully told, unexpectedly requires many others, from the history of botulism to an enigmatic surrealist prank. Multifarious, mischievous, and deeply humane, Lucy Ives’s latest masterpiece rejoices in what a novel, and a self, can carry.
- “Lucy Ives has an ear for how people talk when they’ve lost the desire to speak. Her sentences are angry and elegant, replete with the accidental comedy of swimming with sharks. Witty, seductive, furious, and bold, Life Is Everywhere is a pitch-perfect aria of broken hearts and dubious morals.”—Anahid Nersessian
- "The superb Lucy Ives slays enemy and friend alike in this multivalent successor to Jarrell’s Pictures from an Institution."—Jesse Ball
"Lucy Ives is a daring writer with a wicked sense of humor. She brilliantly observes society and culture, and invents stories only she could imagine.”—Lynne Tillman