By turns dark and hilarious, at times solemn and mysterious, Your Duck is My Duck cements Deborah Eisenberg's reputation as one of America's greatest living writers of fiction.
Each of the six stories that make up this new collection - Eisenberg's first for twelve years - has the heft and complexity of a novel. With her own inexorable logic and uncanny ability to conjure up the strange states of mind and emotion that constitute our daily consciousness, Eisenberg pulls us as if by gossamer threads through the lives of her characters. In her world, the forces of money, sex and power cannot be escaped, and the force of history, whether confronted or denied, cannot be evaded. No one writes better about time, tragedy and grief, and the indifferent but beautiful universe around us.
Deborah Eisenberg is the author of four previous collections of short stories. She is professor of writing at Columbia University.
"Hugely intelligent, funny, subtle, beautifully written, these stories reach beyond New York into the world." -- Tessa Hadley
Profile:Deborah Eisenberg, Chronicler of American InsanityOver three decades of short fiction, the writer has managed to capture, with hilarious tenderness, the dysfunction of daily life in this country.html -- Giles Harvey * The New York Times *
By turns dark and hilarious, at timessolemn and mysterious, Your Duck is MyDuck cements Deborah Eisenberg's reputation as one of America's greatestliving writers of fiction.
By turns dark and hilarious, at times solemn and mysterious, Your Duck is My Duck cements Deborah Eisenberg's reputation as one of America's greatest living writers of fiction. Each of the six stories that make up this new collection - Eisenberg's first for twelve years - has the heft and complexity of a novel. With her own inexorable logic and uncanny ability to conjure up the strange states of mind and emotion that constitute our daily consciousness, Eisenberg pulls us as if by gossamer threads through the lives of her characters. In her world, the forces of money, sex and power cannot be escaped, and the force of history, whether confronted or denied, cannot be evaded. No one writes better about time, tragedy and grief, and the indifferent but beautiful universe around us.