BY SARAH LAURENCE
Where else should the perfect WinterRead take you but to the snowy, Christmas streets of New York? Lucy Ellmann displays her writing prowess by presenting the most elusive of genres: the feminist romance. Mimi (both the book and the character) is an Amazonian whirlwind – voluptuous, big-footed and outspoken. Eminent plastic surgeon Harrison Hanafan trips on the icy Madison Avenue and, after breaking his ankle, is rescued (read: yanked up and stuffed into a yellow cab) by a curly-haired, rosy-cheeked nameless wonder. Hanafan recovers alone while listening to classical music and rediscovering his apartment; musing on his recent separation from the opinionated aptly named ice queen, Gertrude; and longing for his sister soulmate, Bee. His ordered world, his successful job, his carefully considered existence are thrust into disorder as Mimi erupts, once again, into his life. Thereafter follows a kooky and whimsical story of love – full of soup, a kitten and inevitable misunderstandings. As with all love stories, post-first flush comes a lull – for both Hanafan and Ellmann – but snuggle in and enjoy the (sleigh) ride as the end of the book contains its own charms – not to mention recipes, lists of inventions and Melancholy Things and an ode to the very womanliness of women.
Mimi, published by Bloomsbury, R215, is one of AERODROME’s WinterReads.