Every bit as gripping as it is horrifying

So striking… like seeing our last few years through a distorted fever-dream

A bleeding, sweating story

A bracingly original tale of lust and malice amidst dementing heat, general unravelling, and the late nightmares of a screaming planet

Ava Anna Ada is both brilliantly stylish and horribly unnerving . . . an almost impossibly elegant evocation of violence, eroticism and derangement. A weird, furious, fucked-up fable.

A work of exquisite strangeness, Ava Anna Ada is unsettling and arresting. It moves from character to character, page to page, with beguiling relentlessness. Ali Millar’s writing is full of dark richness and fevered heat, but also cool stringency in its exploration of grief and femininity

Shocking and uncompromising, but effortlessly and unpretentiously so, Millar’s writing is visceral and vibrant; piercingly astute in rendering the inner thoughts and raw emotions of her protagonists, unearthing diamonds of humanity from the mire of brutality

Love and lust are the dark forces that intertwine within Ava Anna Ada. Millar is a rare talent and has created a hypnotic, profound and mesmerising novel

Ava Anna Ada is as brilliantly queasy as Nabokov’s final novel, Look At The Harlequins! … This is an unforgettable and unflinching book. Even though there are moments of ghastly comedy it manages to end with a moment of sublimity. But the sublime, as Blake described it, something overwhelming that reminds us of our mortality, of the ‘terrible uncertainty of the thing’

A perverse, dark tale of shifting identities, deceit and manipulation

A unique and fiercely original debut novel