The world might be in disarray, but for one young woman, the very weave of herself seems to have loosened. Time and memories pass straight through her body, she’s afraid of her own floorboards, and the lyrics of ‘What Is Love’ play over and over in her ears. ‘I’m sorry not to respond to your email,’ she writes, ‘but I live completely in the present now.’
Tearing through the slippery terrains of fiction and reality, the possibility for human connection seems to beckon from the other side – and with it, the chance for a blinding re-emergence into the world.
From one of our most original, inventive and prodigiously funny writers, Will There Ever Be Another You is a phosphorescent, wild and profound investigation into what keeps us alive in unprecedented times.
When I picked up Will There Ever Be Another You, I was immediately reminded that Lockwood has a modern comic sensibility like no one else ... She and her characters (clearly her own family) are so hilarious that you get swept up in the momentum of her wayward brain. - The Times
Many readers may have forgotten, or perhaps memory-holed, what it was like to live through the pandemic. Lockwood offers a friendly – and characteristically witty, lyrical, sometimes bonkers – reminder in her new novel - New York Times
Lockwood, whose mode of thought borders on the metaphysical, takes the literary “you” seriously ... Like the word “you”, it will mean something different – but surely dazzling – to each of you who reads it. - Financial Times
Mind-melting - TIME Magazine
The story that Lockwood’s book tells deals with sickness and recovery, but also with caretaking, companionship, and, above all, love - New Yorker
A jaw-dropping tour de force of language and structure - Waterstones
Patricia Lockwood balances humour with pathos in her new slippery, disorientating novel - Bookseller
The author’s fans will find her trademark humour, originality, and depth on full display. This is a knockout - Publisher's Weekly
There is only one Patricia Lockwood, and this surreal, silly, and sneakily profound book could only be hers - Kirkus
Some books are not meant to be picked apart. They are watercolour gouaches that wash over us as we delight in a palimpsest of colourful impressions. Patricia Lockwood’s body of work is like this: a hymn – or ode, depending on the day – to the painful project of being human - New Republic
