#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
