BEAST MOM

In Imas’ debut novel, a mother of three discovers her animalistic side.

In Straussville, Oregon, motherhood is turning Harriet “Harry” Lime into a monster—literally. She lives with her husband, Theo, with whom she rarely gets to speak or have sex, a 14-year-old daughter who is turning into a woman faster than Harry can handle, and a pair of 3-year-old twins whose potty training ensures the house always smells faintly of urine. In addition to her familial obligations, she has a “pay the bills” job (rather than a career) in marketing, a walking club, and a book club. Plus, there are regular PTA meetings, which have lately been dominated by discussions concerning an expensive statue dedicated to the mothers of Straussville (and designed in secret by PTA president Patrick Terrence, a grandfather whom Harry has hated since he taught her in high school). When Harry gets an early peek at the underwhelming sculpture—which Terrence has drained money from after-school programs to fund—Harry goes into literal beast mode. She transforms into a massive, apelike animal, uproots the offending statue, and drags it into the Straussville Reservoir. Harry wakes up in the reservoir with no memory of what’s happened, though she can’t shake the feeling she’s responsible for the damage. “[A] single idea came forward and stood apart from it all,” she thinks. “Maybe I hadn’t laid waste to the schoolyard, the old fountain, and the statue. Maybe some giant…creature had done it. And maybe that giant creature had come out of me.” Plenty of neighbors witness the horror, but luckily no one can tie the creature back to her—at least not yet. There are strange uniformed men in town, however, who may be on her trail. What’s more, Harry may not be the only one who is turning into something monstrous.

The novel is driven by Harry’s garrulous narration, which vividly fleshes out her world with descriptions, observations, jokes, and even footnotes. She’s a thoroughly believable suburban mom who balances her sincerity and progressive values with her sometimes-cringey mom humor. Here she praises another mom in the PTA: “She had an autoimmune disorder, I knew, and had gone back to work just weeks after adopting baby Ella. It was the kind of feat that Hercules himself would’ve taken one look at and said, ‘Nah, I’m good.’ ” Here she regrets not helping out another mom who was treated poorly by Terrence: “This didn’t just feel like a Mom-Fail but a Woman-Fail, and in my mind at least, a Friend-Fail too.” That Harry is sometimes hard to take does not make her any less of an achievement. Imas pairs a brilliant premise with a highly memorable narrator, and together they should find a wide readership. The characters are finely drawn, and the speculative aspects of the book are handled quite masterfully. The book takes on not only the hypocrisies of the impossible standards to which mothers are held in America, but also the discourse surrounding those hypocrisies.

A rollicking satire of contemporary motherhood with a speculative twist.