Julie Myerson is the author of ten novels, including the bestselling Something Might Happen and The Stopped Heart, and three works of nonfiction, including Home: The Story of Everyone Who Ever Lived in Our House and The Lost Child. As a critic and columnist, she has written for many newspapers including The Guardian, the FT, Harper’s Bazaar and the New York Times, and she was a regular guest on BBC TV’s Newsnight Review. She lives in London with her family.
Raw-nerved and plangent. . . . a sustained meditation on the trials of family, marriage, and creativity.
—The New Yorker
“Affecting. . . . poignant.”
Entrancing. . . . [A] gutting feat of love.
—ELLE, A Best Book of 2024
A tale of art, addiction, and the ties that bind mothers and daughters, Nonfiction promises to devastate.
—The Millions, A Most Anticipated Book of 2024
Compelling. . . . feels ultimately like the truth.
Urgent…. I couldn’t stop reading it.
A psychological, moving novel that takes to task the very nature of storytelling.
—NYLON, A Best Book of January
Blistering…. reading this book felt like being haunted by yourself, by your daughter, by your mother — by all the versions of yourself and those your love, and all the stories you will and won’t be able to tell about them.
This glitteringly painful novel, so steady and clear in its analysis of addiction, creativity, and the factors that determine female and familial identity, is the book [Myerson] was intended to write, and she has elevated it into a template for the re-making of self by means of a transformative and radical honesty.
Julie Myerson’s Nonfiction is a magic trick of a novel in which every gut-punch lands and every playful gesture delights. A tour-de-force of concentration and tone, it’s also a masterclass in the existential ransom that is motherhood.
Courageous, compassionate, and devastating.”
Myerson writes with devastating clarity about the most complex and troubling of emotions. Nonfiction is painful, powerful, and utterly compelling.
Searing and tragic and cleverly layered, this thought-provoking novel about mothers and daughters, guilt and responsibility, fiction and truth, took me to the dark interior of family relationships and left me heart-broken. Just wonderful.
In plain, unflinching sentences, Julie Myerson takes us right into a family’s broken heart. Nonfiction might be a novel, but it feels like the truth. A raw, urgent, and compulsive read.
Nonfiction is compassionate, intelligent and bloody novel, where trust and love, motherhood and creativity crash and break on the rocks of addiction, treachery and confusion. Myerson’s combination of ferocity and tenderness is unique.
Utterly compelling and painfully truthful.
This is such a compulsive read. Searingly honest and raw, Julie Myerson’s new novel cuts to the heart of emotions we might try to evade, because they’re just too overwhelming.
I found it truly remarkable, simultaneously honest and tricksy, deeply emotional and cunningly constructed, like having a magician explain an unbelievable trick even as she astonishes you with it. She manages to speak with heartbreaking clarity about the damage of addiction within a family and at the same time to examine the rights and responsibilities of the professional writer of fiction to her subject matter, herself and her readers. . . . I was moved and dazzled in equal measure.
A heartbreaking family tale and a strong piece of writing. It examines marriage, fidelity, motherhood, the creative impulse and addiction, all with a keen eye and a delicate heart.