Book Review – MIMI by Lucy Ellmann

Mimi Synopsis

Mimi by Lucy EllmannIt’s Christmas Eve in Manhattan. Harrison Hanafan, noted plastic surgeon, falls on his ass. ‘Ya can’t sit there all day, buddy, looking up people’s skirts!’ chides a weird gal in a coat like a duvet. She then kindly conjures the miracle of a taxi. While recuperating with Franz Schubert, Bette Davis, and a foundling cat, Harrison adds items to his life’s work, a List of Melancholy Things (puppetry, shrimp-eating contests, Walmart…) before going back to rhinoplasties, liposuction, and the peccadilloes of his obnoxious colleagues.

Then Harrison collides once more with the strangely helpful woman, Mimi, who bursts into his life with all her curves and chaos. They soon fall emphatically in love. And, as their love-making reaches a whole new kind of climax, the sweet smell of revolution is in the air.

By turns celebratory and scathing, romantic and dyspeptic, Mimi is a story of music, New York, sculpture, martinis, public speaking, quilt-stealing, eggnog and, most of all, love. A vibrant call-to-arms, this is Lucy Ellmann’s most extraordinary book to date.



With the mention of Berlusconi in the opening paragraph (yes, I am referring to the former Italian Prime Minister known for inappropriateness), you quickly realise there is something distinctly different about this novel. The sheer audacity of the story and at times prose is at the outset utterly captivating.

Ellmann’s prose is not just lyrical, it’s musical. Just like the characters themselves, the writing is bold and brash and in turn refreshing and exciting to read.

It was at this point that I slipped on the ice at the corner of Madison and 36th, thereby transplanting myself in an instant from the realm of the lofty, vertical and intellectual to that of the lowly and prostrate. I blame the sun in my eyes. I slalomed for half a block, trying to grab hold of fire hydrants, golden poles and other injurious ironmongery, along with the recoiling calves of fellow pedestrians, my well-iced ass drawing me ever closer to the Christmas Eve traffic, that herd of hopeless hurling themselves towardd family get-togethers or finally giving in on the purchase of some exorbitant toy.

Mimi is filled with laugh out loud moments where political correctness flies out the window and then gets hit by a bus. I enjoy boundaries being pushed, but after a while I found the level of profanity and the increasingly gratuitous nature of it wearing.

There really is truth in the adage ‘there can be too much of a good thing’. For example, Ellmann’s penchant for lists – long ones – although initially intriguing, became tiring. When her characters started expounding extreme feminist dogma she began to lose me. I love weird, I love quirky, but I don’t like being shouted at and towards the end that’s what it felt like as a reader.

That said, there were also some surprisingly touching moments to be found amongst the farce and slapstick. And I think that brings me back to my conundrum with this novel. There were countless moments of brilliance where Ellmann’s authorial spark shines brighter than most but the grouping of those elements to form the package that is Mimi was not the success that I’d hoped for.

BOOK RATING: The Story 2.5 / 5 ; The Writing 4 / 5

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BOOK DETAILS: Mimi by Lucy Ellmann ( Booktopia | Amazon | Kobobooks | Indiebound )

Genre: Romance, Humour, Drama, Literature

Author Information: Born in Illinois, Lucy Ellmann was dragged to England as a teenager. Her first novel, Sweet Desserts, won the Guardian Fiction Prize. It was followed by Varying Degrees of Hopelessness, Man or Mango? A Lament, Dot in the Universe and Doctors & Nurses. She now lives in Edinburgh.

Other reviews of Mimi: The Telegraph; The Guardian; Emily’s Tea Leaves; All The Books I Can Read; Sam Still Reading

* Receiving this title free from Bloomsbury did not impact my ability to express my honest opinions in the review above.

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  1. says

    I’ve been looking forward to your review. With boundaries, especially the sort that shock or, the reverse, make you feel you’ve found something you’re going to love, there’s definitely a point when it becomes too much. More is less. That you’ve given the writing a 4 is good enough for me, I’m going to go look for a sample chapter. It sounds too different to ignore.

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