Money Breton, a Hollywood script doctor, finds the stresses and challenges of modern life beginning to wreak havoc as she struggles to cope with three ex-husbands, the I.R.S., the problems of her grown children, and the bizarre world of Hollywood filmdom.
Praise for Why Did I Ever
Winner of the LA Times Book Prize for fiction in 2001 "Mary Robison, almost as an afterthought, has created a novel that speaks volumes about life in Los Angeles: its stopping and starting, its rushing and emoting, its whimsy and its suspicious, subversive humor..." --
Los Angeles Times Book Review "Tense, moving, and hilarious...[a] dark jewel of a novel." --Francine Prose,
O: The Oprah Magazine. "An epic portrayed in miniature, a cry of cosmic pain in a voice of absurdist humor, an earnest insistence on maternal love in the language of skepticism and family dysfunction. It's an amazing little book: all of Robison's minimalist genius is at work here." --Cathleen Schine,
New York Times Book Review "I wish to hell I could write prose like this...The joy in this novel is for the reader, not the characters. Read it." --David Gates,
Newsweek "The author, who is known as a minimalist, here creates a narrative out of fragmented paragraphs, and the book works best when she strips Money's most explicit fears away. A simple sentence fragment--'Canoe, moon, ukelele'--seems a close to perfect expression of lost beauty." --
The New Yorker "Robison's characters are vivid, colorful, and likable, and their story is absorbing. Her humorous presentation does not cheapen the tragic content of her novel but realistically portrays one method of survival. Highly recommended for all public and academic fiction collections." --
Library Journal "Robison's incandescent soliloquy on the absurdity of existence hones fiction to a new and exhilarating measure of sharpness." --Donna Seaman,
Booklist "[A] tour de force of minimalist yet mind-expanding prose... [Robison] makes you think--hard--about life's unavoidable travails, while making it impossible for you to suppress a smile." --Lisa Shea,
Elle "What makes Money memorable, and Mary Robison essential, is that her fundamental bearings are the right ones. Love and compassion are her nature, and they suffuse the page whenever she is talking about her children, even the exasperating daughter." --Richard Dyer,
Boston Globe "
Why Did I Ever is a rarity: an experimental novel that's both engaging and wholly successful." --
Time Out New York "Robison... possesses a precocious alertness to the incongruities of life.... [A]t the center is a disciplined and clear-headed novel full of humor and an occasional glimmer of optimism." --Rob Stout,
The Charlotte Observer "I wish to live in [Money's] mind for a while because its perilously funny pratfalls make me want to laugh so badly that I cannot laugh at all." --Molly McQuade,
Newsday "At once heartwrenching and bitterly comical... a stunning work of unbridled honesty." --
The Village Voice "It is a rare novel that can manage to convey the coexistence of tragedy and pleasure so immediately without lessening the reader's enjoyment of either." --
The New Leader "While Money is the definition of sad insanity, Robison's voice is witty and cutting, albeit undeniably weird.... It's more than worth the ride." --
Entertainment Weekly "Among so much modern writing these days trying to find a way to explain our situation as plush but dire, free but under surveillance, exhausted but ADD, Robison's fiercely offhand banter cuts through any possible cavity of bullshit, kills its own bloat before it even has time to turn into a scene.... Each passage assumes the feel of veracity of idea over unnecessary execution, as if we are being shown the tools that build a universe rather than the universe itself. There are people, places, time periods; these things each have their personalities, moods; each of the resonances stick out like the sharp part of a long passage that you waited to be paid off by for your effort. Everything is treasure. And by the sheer mass of its weight in such small space, the reader is forced to slow down, to hear the lines again inside her head instead of only on the page, and to parse what those lines might be trying to communicate, if anything." --Blake Butler,
Vice "Mary Robison is, and always has been, a wonderful writer.
Why Did I Ever is startling, deft, extremely attractive, and smart--very smart--in its midnight vision of the lived life." --Richard Ford
"Mary Robison has done for the Hollywood culture of our time what Joan Didion did thirty years ago. Spare and ruthless, precisely chiseled,
Why Did I Ever is the
Play It As It Lays of the twenty-first century." --Madison Smart Bell, author of
All Souls' Rising "Mary Robison's stunned and plunging characters are the truth. This is pure, grim poetry." --Barry Hannah, author of
High Lonesome "Deeply strange, hilarious, heartbreaking, and just stupidly great.... Robison is something approaching brilliant, and
Why Did I Ever is hard-bound proof." --Darcy Cosper, author of
Wedding SeasonPraise for Why Did I Ever Winner of the
LA Times Book Prize for Fiction
"Mary Robison, almost as an afterthought, has created a novel that speaks volumes about life in Los Angeles: its stopping and starting, its rushing and emoting, its whimsy and its suspicious, subversive humor..." --
Los Angeles Times Book Review "Tense, moving, and hilarious...[a] dark jewel of a novel." --Francine Prose,
O: The Oprah Magazine. "An epic portrayed in miniature, a cry of cosmic pain in a voice of absurdist humor, an earnest insistence on maternal love in the language of skepticism and family dysfunction. It's an amazing little book: all of Robison's minimalist genius is at work here." --Cathleen Schine,
New York Times Book Review "I wish to hell I could write prose like this...The joy in this novel is for the reader, not the characters. Read it." --David Gates,
Newsweek "The author, who is known as a minimalist, here creates a narrative out of fragmented paragraphs, and the book works best when she strips Money's most explicit fears away. A simple sentence fragment--'Canoe, moon, ukelele'--seems a close to perfect expression of lost beauty." --
The New Yorker "Among writers this is a well-known 'underappreciated' novel. I will not attempt to summarize or articulate what is so brilliant and enlivening about this book. I will only say I would hand it to you, to keep, if I could. The novel's narrator, Money Breton, is living a life that is symptomatic of Hollywood, of L.A., even if she doesn't live there. She is fatigued and full of a particular artistic contempt that no other part of the world could provide her." --
Publishers Weekly, 1 of 10 Essential Books of the American West
"Robison's characters are vivid, colorful, and likable, and their story is absorbing. Her humorous presentation does not cheapen the tragic content of her novel but realistically portrays one method of survival. Highly recommended for all public and academic fiction collections." --
Library Journal "Robison's incandescent soliloquy on the absurdity of existence hones fiction to a new and exhilarating measure of sharpness." --Donna Seaman,
Booklist "[A] tour de force of minimalist yet mind-expanding prose... [Robison] makes you think--hard--about life's unavoidable travails, while making it impossible for you to suppress a smile." --Lisa Shea,
Elle "What makes Money memorable, and Mary Robison essential, is that her fundamental bearings are the right ones. Love and compassion are her nature, and they suffuse the page whenever she is talking about her children, even the exasperating daughter." --Richard Dyer,
Boston Globe "Robison's novel . . . is an American classic." --4Columns
"
Why Did I Ever is a rarity: an experimental novel that's both engaging and wholly successful." --
Time Out New York "Mary Robison's 2001 novel,
Why Did I Ever, is the great lost American fragment novel . . .
Why Did I Ever is a book of small moments and little jokes. It's both witty ('"Something tells me I need a nap," I say. "That would be your brain," says Hollis.') and intentionally banal . . . What makes Robison's novel stand out from other fragmented novels, beyond its sardonic voice, is its commitment to the mundane. These fragments and scenes are not all crystallized aphorisms, meaningful moments, or piercing insights (although many are one or more of those). For the most part these are fleeting thoughts and random banalities . . . which is to say, the stuff of life." --
BOMB Magazine "Robison... possesses a precocious alertness to the incongruities of life.... [A]t the center is a disciplined and clear-headed novel full of humor and an occasional glimmer of optimism." --Rob Stout,
The Charlotte Observer "I wish to live in [Money's] mind for a while because its perilously funny pratfalls make me want to laugh so badly that I cannot laugh at all." --Molly McQuade,
Newsday "At once heartwrenching and bitterly comical... a stunning work of unbridled honesty." --
The Village Voice "It is a rare novel that can manage to convey the coexistence of tragedy and pleasure so immediately without lessening the reader's enjoyment of either." --
The New Leader "While Money is the definition of sad insanity, Robison's voice is witty and cutting, albeit undeniably weird.... It's more than worth the ride." --
Entertainment Weekly "Among so much modern writing these days trying to find a way to explain our situation as plush but dire, free but under surveillance, exhausted but ADD, Robison's fiercely offhand banter cuts through any possible cavity of bullshit, kills its own bloat before it even has time to turn into a scene.... Each passage assumes the feel of veracity of idea over unnecessary execution, as if we are being shown the tools that build a universe rather than the universe itself. There are people, places, time periods; these things each have their personalities, moods; each of the resonances stick out like the sharp part of a long passage that you waited to be paid off by for your effort. Everything is treasure. And by the sheer mass of its weight in such small space, the reader is forced to slow down, to hear the lines again inside her head instead of only on the page, and to parse what those lines might be trying to communicate, if anything." --Blake Butler,
Vice "Mary Robison is, and always has been, a wonderful writer.
Why Did I Ever is startling, deft, extremely attractive, and smart--very smart--in its midnight vision of the lived life." --Richard Ford
"Mary Robison has done for the Hollywood culture of our time what Joan Didion did thirty years ago. Spare and ruthless, precisely chiseled,
Why Did I Ever is the
Play It As It Lays of the twenty-first century." --Madison Smart Bell, author of
All Souls' Rising "Mary Robison's stunned and plunging characters are the truth. This is pure, grim poetry." --Barry Hannah, author of
High Lonesome "Deeply strange, hilarious, heartbreaking, and just stupidly great.... Robison is something approaching brilliant, and
Why Did I Ever is hard-bound proof." --Darcy Cosper, author of
Wedding Season
