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Staff Picks: Mothers, Metromedia, Murderous Amphibians

From Rachel, Monique…

Last night, I dipped into Rachel Ingalls’s 1982 novel, , which New Directions will reissue later this year, and am already agog over it. I’ll admit, its premise seemed a smidge too outré, even for me, but after the first few pages I was hooked.  follows a lonesome housewife, Dorothy, who—tormented by the malaise of domestic life, her husband’s infidelity, and the loss of their two children—takes up an affair with a six-foot-seven, murderous amphibian named Larry, who’s just escaped from the Oceanographic Research Institute. Thirty pages in, the two have already “made a work of fantasy or are we inhabiting the psyche of a woman unhinged? Whatever the answer, the book is, as 

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