Based on his widely read columns for The New Yorker, Ian Frazierâ€™s uproarious first novel, The Cursing Mommyâ€™s Book of Days, centers on a profoundly memorable character, sprung from an impressively fertile imagination. Structured as a daybook of sorts, the book follows the Cursing Mommyâ€”beleaguered wife of Larry and mother of two boys, twelve and eightâ€”as she tries (more or less) valiantly to offer tips on how to do various tasks around the home, only to end up on the ground, cursing, surrounded by broken glass. Her voice is somewhere between Phyllis Dillerâ€™s and Sylvia Plathâ€™s: a hilariously desperate housewife with a taste for swearing and large glasses of red wine, who speaks to the frustrations of everyday life. Frazier has demonstrated an astonishing ability to operate with ease in a variety of registers: from On the Rez, an investigation into the lives of modern day Oglala Sioux written with a mix of humor, compassion, and imagination, to Dating Your Mom, a sidesplitting collection of humorous essays that imagines, among other things, how and why you might begin a romance with your mother. Here, Frazier tackles another genre with his usual grace and aplomb, as well as an extra helping of his trademark wicked wit. The Cursing Mommyâ€™s failures and weaknesses are our ownâ€”and Frazier gives them a loving, satirical spin that is uniquely his own.