Our Bookseller says:
“Sexy? Yes. Disgusting? Yes. Astrological? Slightly. This is as dark a book as it is a funny one, and it’s hilarious. Full of WTF humor—y’all good with Gillermo del Toro’s The Shape of Water?—and head-on confrontations with addiction, love, lust, and mental health, The Pisces is contemporary fiction at its best. A raw and beautiful book—but one to take slow! Like life, the answers aren’t satisfying. Think of some Fifty Shades-type stuff but from a philosophy student. Throw in some Zadie Smith wit and Lidia Yuknavitch’s edge and you get this deliciously grafted beast.” – Mason
Lucy has been writing her dissertation on Sappho for nine years when she and her boyfriend break up in a dramatic flameout. After she bottoms out in Phoenix, her sister in Los Angeles insists Lucy dog-sit for the summer. Annika’s home is a gorgeous glass cube on Venice Beach, but Lucy can find little relief from her anxiety — not in the Greek chorus of women in her love addiction therapy group, not in her frequent Tinder excursions, not even in Dominic the foxhound’s easy affection.
Everything changes when Lucy becomes entranced by an eerily attractive swimmer while sitting alone on the beach rocks one night. But when Lucy learns the truth about his identity, their relationship, and Lucy’s understanding of what love should look like, take a very unexpected turn. A masterful blend of vivid realism and giddy fantasy, pairing hilarious frankness with pulse-racing eroticism, THE PISCES is a story about falling in obsessive love with a merman: a figure of Sirenic fantasy whose very existence pushes Lucy to question everything she thought she knew about love, lust, and meaning in the one life we have.