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Woo Woo
A darkly funny, pyrotechnic and deeply unsettling novel from the internationally acclaimed author of New Animal.
'Baxter's prose is a living thing, wild and snarling, its jagged claws and honed teeth unforgiving and relentless.' Foreword UK on New Animal
Sabine returned carrying a bag containing an effortless pair of Christian Wijnants fringed trousers and Ann Demeulemeeter Crinkle Nero boots. The sales assistant had agreed that the combination made Sabine looks exactly like an artist. 'A conceptual artist?' Sabine asked, and the sales assistant said, 'Or an actual artist.'
Sabine is having a moment. Her new exhibition, Fuck You, Help Me, is opening soon and, as her gallerist says, 'hell is an artist three days before their exhibition opens'. But it's not only this coming milestone that is causing Sabine to melt down.
She is being stalked. As exhibition day draws closer, so too does the man who has been watching her. As his approaches become more overt and threatening, Sabine's fear amplifies and transforms into something feral and primal. And then things start to get really strange.
Darkly funny, intense and unsettling, Woo Woo is an astonishing and unflinching dissection of creativity and obsession, love and passion and vengeance and rage. Nothing will prepare you for this literary firestorm from the author of the internationally acclaimed debut New Animal.
Praise for New Animal:
'Profound, profane and darkly hilarious.' - Bri Lee, bestselling author of Eggshell Skull
'New Animal makes for compelling reading…an intense, viscerally affecting book.' – Sydney Morning Herald
'Funny, raw, gutsy and stealthily sweet.' - Emily Maguire, bestselling author of Love Objects
'Has all the hallmarks of a literary sensation...this is a fearless and remarkable debut.' – The Weekend Australian
'Baxter's prose is a living thing, wild and snarling, its jagged claws and honed teeth unforgiving and relentless.' Foreword UK on New Animal
Sabine returned carrying a bag containing an effortless pair of Christian Wijnants fringed trousers and Ann Demeulemeeter Crinkle Nero boots. The sales assistant had agreed that the combination made Sabine looks exactly like an artist. 'A conceptual artist?' Sabine asked, and the sales assistant said, 'Or an actual artist.'
Sabine is having a moment. Her new exhibition, Fuck You, Help Me, is opening soon and, as her gallerist says, 'hell is an artist three days before their exhibition opens'. But it's not only this coming milestone that is causing Sabine to melt down.
She is being stalked. As exhibition day draws closer, so too does the man who has been watching her. As his approaches become more overt and threatening, Sabine's fear amplifies and transforms into something feral and primal. And then things start to get really strange.
Darkly funny, intense and unsettling, Woo Woo is an astonishing and unflinching dissection of creativity and obsession, love and passion and vengeance and rage. Nothing will prepare you for this literary firestorm from the author of the internationally acclaimed debut New Animal.
Praise for New Animal:
'Profound, profane and darkly hilarious.' - Bri Lee, bestselling author of Eggshell Skull
'New Animal makes for compelling reading…an intense, viscerally affecting book.' – Sydney Morning Herald
'Funny, raw, gutsy and stealthily sweet.' - Emily Maguire, bestselling author of Love Objects
'Has all the hallmarks of a literary sensation...this is a fearless and remarkable debut.' – The Weekend Australian
272 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 3, 2024
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Ella Baxter
2 books158 followersElla Baxter is a writer and artist living on unceded land of the Wurundjeri people. She is the author of New Animal, which was shortlisted for the Readings Prize for New Australian Fiction, the UTS Glenda Adams Award for New Writing, and was longlisted for the Republic of Consciousness Prize and the Matt Richell Award for New Writers.
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December 16, 2024
I laughed and was repulsed
May 23, 2024
I had a dream about Ella Baxter the other night where I told her how much I loved her writing by telling her how much I loved the work of other writers. But the truth is the only writer who writes like Ella Baxter is Ella Baxter. I kept forgetting to breathe as I read this. Baxter masterfully ratchets up the tension and unease in one of the greatest representations of how it feels just before you release art into the world that I have ever read. It’s also one of the most interesting ruminations on marriage. It was a hypnotic and visceral reading experience. Seeing the rage inside Baxter, inside Sabine, inside me, inside all of us, play out on the page was pure catharsis. I’m tempted to eat the pages just as Sabine eats the notes her stalker leaves her. I couldn’t sleep last night so I sat in my freezing loungeroom imagining a stalker at my window and Ella beautifully haunting me. I love a protagonist haunted by her muse (I keep a list of such books) and this is the best of them. For Sabine it’s Carolee Schneemann but everywhere I looked I saw Cindy Sherman. But that’s beside the point. I don’t usually love books about art but there was no pretention here or when there was Baxter was fast to cut it down. I cannot tell you how much I loved this book. I cannot tell you how unlike every other book it is. I cannot tell you how alive I feel right now. I am full of rage and awe. Baxter has transformed a living nightmare into a fecund and feral work of art. I will be screaming about this book from now until the end of time.
March 5, 2026
Artist and writer Ella Baxter's frenetic narrative grew out of her experience of being stalked. She never found out who her abuser was. But for months she received a series of incredibly disturbing letters containing violent imagery and perverse threats. Her novel started out as a means of taking back control as well as an act of catharsis. The story’s presented from the perspective of Sabine, an Australian conceptual artist preparing for a high-profile exhibition. She lives in a small house with husband Constantine a chef in an up-and-coming restaurant, one of the reasons why he hardly ever seems to be at home. Sabine is not a likeable character, she’s very much cast in the art monster mould, her anxiety about the likely reception of her work has become all-consuming, it’s all she can think or talk about. The work itself is entirely focused on her, it consists of a series of unsettling, lifelike puppets designed as skins which Sabine then wears and documents. Sabine thinks of herself as subversive and iconoclastic but in reality, often comes across as pretentious and self-obsessed. She’s also deeply insecure, keenly aware of the younger artists fast closing in on her.
Then, just as her show’s opening’s looming, Sabine’s pursued by someone she calls the Rembrandt Man and, at the same time, her house becomes the site of an unusual haunting. When the Rembrandt Man starts to lurk in Sabine’s garden late at night, the ghost of radical performance artist Carolee Schneeman appears to warn her of his presence. Schneemann’s appearances invoke a particular history of confrontational women’s art that commented on the ways in which women’s lives and bodies were both policed by men and frequently subject to male violence. References to women’s art and literature saturate the novel from echoes of Helen Chadwick’s infamous “Piss Flowers” to Dorothea Lasky’s poetry. At least one critic has criticised Baxter’s book for its hyper-specificity perceived as aligned to a body of fiction too closely allied to the online – Sabine’s Insta posts about her life and work are seen by some as provocations that implicate her in the act of being stalked. But personally, I didn’t find Baxter’s referentiality excessive, it made sense in the context of Sabine’s life and the machinations of the wider, contemporary artworld. In addition, the account of reactions to Sabine’s prickly personality, her self-obsession, worked well to highlight processes of ‘victim blaming’ the abhorrent notion that women are somehow asking to become prey. Here Baxter’s partly inspired by Patricia Lockwood’s powerful “Rape Joke.” Sabine’s experiences with authorities like her local police were more than believable - rather than offer concrete assistance, they warn her of the dangers of ‘extinction burst’ the renewed ferocity that may ensue if Sabine attempts to ignore or evade her stalker’s overtures. Equally convincing was Baxter’s portrayal of Sabine’s growing desperation, her mix of fear and defiance, the hypervigilance provoked by constant threat then manifested through ritualistic behaviours like checking of windows and doors over and over again.
There’s a great deal about this novel I really responded to. I particularly liked the insertion of the surreal spectre of Schneeman, a potent reminder of the deeply-dispiriting persistence of destructive, toxic masculinities. I was slightly puzzled by Constantine’s character though, he seemed poised between waste-of-space and NAMALT figure. In some ways he seemed to operate to reinforce heterosexual bonding as desirable even if flawed – the chapter presented from his point of view didn’t really help me comprehend his role here. Although finding out that Baxter’s marriage was failing while she was writing this did cast a different light on Constantine’s benign neglect. Aspects of the novel are slightly uneven - the segues between Sabine’s interactions with surrounding art communities and the horrors of the Rembrandt Man’s actions could seem overly forced. But, even so, found this a gripping, insightful, inventive piece.
Thanks to Netgalley and publisher Scribe UK for an ARC
Rating: 3.5
Then, just as her show’s opening’s looming, Sabine’s pursued by someone she calls the Rembrandt Man and, at the same time, her house becomes the site of an unusual haunting. When the Rembrandt Man starts to lurk in Sabine’s garden late at night, the ghost of radical performance artist Carolee Schneeman appears to warn her of his presence. Schneemann’s appearances invoke a particular history of confrontational women’s art that commented on the ways in which women’s lives and bodies were both policed by men and frequently subject to male violence. References to women’s art and literature saturate the novel from echoes of Helen Chadwick’s infamous “Piss Flowers” to Dorothea Lasky’s poetry. At least one critic has criticised Baxter’s book for its hyper-specificity perceived as aligned to a body of fiction too closely allied to the online – Sabine’s Insta posts about her life and work are seen by some as provocations that implicate her in the act of being stalked. But personally, I didn’t find Baxter’s referentiality excessive, it made sense in the context of Sabine’s life and the machinations of the wider, contemporary artworld. In addition, the account of reactions to Sabine’s prickly personality, her self-obsession, worked well to highlight processes of ‘victim blaming’ the abhorrent notion that women are somehow asking to become prey. Here Baxter’s partly inspired by Patricia Lockwood’s powerful “Rape Joke.” Sabine’s experiences with authorities like her local police were more than believable - rather than offer concrete assistance, they warn her of the dangers of ‘extinction burst’ the renewed ferocity that may ensue if Sabine attempts to ignore or evade her stalker’s overtures. Equally convincing was Baxter’s portrayal of Sabine’s growing desperation, her mix of fear and defiance, the hypervigilance provoked by constant threat then manifested through ritualistic behaviours like checking of windows and doors over and over again.
There’s a great deal about this novel I really responded to. I particularly liked the insertion of the surreal spectre of Schneeman, a potent reminder of the deeply-dispiriting persistence of destructive, toxic masculinities. I was slightly puzzled by Constantine’s character though, he seemed poised between waste-of-space and NAMALT figure. In some ways he seemed to operate to reinforce heterosexual bonding as desirable even if flawed – the chapter presented from his point of view didn’t really help me comprehend his role here. Although finding out that Baxter’s marriage was failing while she was writing this did cast a different light on Constantine’s benign neglect. Aspects of the novel are slightly uneven - the segues between Sabine’s interactions with surrounding art communities and the horrors of the Rembrandt Man’s actions could seem overly forced. But, even so, found this a gripping, insightful, inventive piece.
Thanks to Netgalley and publisher Scribe UK for an ARC
Rating: 3.5
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September 29, 2024DNF 50% the way through this was incomprehensible
December 27, 2024
insufferable. wanted to DNF so badly but i was so strong and brave
March 30, 2024
This is my favorite book of the year and it’s only March. A necessary read for any woman who makes art and thrums with fury. It’s brilliant and ravaging and hysterical in all senses of the word.
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July 7, 2024Arc from NetGalley
Art art art art art art art art.
The main character in this feels like a caricature of an artist - totally manic and dramatic and everything for arts sake. I don’t know if this is meant to be satire or performative but I do know that I’m not the right reader for this. I don’t get it.
Art art art art art art art art.
The main character in this feels like a caricature of an artist - totally manic and dramatic and everything for arts sake. I don’t know if this is meant to be satire or performative but I do know that I’m not the right reader for this. I don’t get it.
January 18, 2025
First of all, LOL.
This is such a niche book. As an artist who loves all expressions of art and who identifies as a crazy person, I found this to be incredibly funny and an interesting look at the art world in such a satirical manner.
When I tell you I RAN to the reviews as soon as I finished this one……. I sprinted. I just knew it was going to be fantastically controversial. Needless to say, the reviews did not disappoint.
I really loved the in-depth look into what it feels like when you’re “going crazy”. The things that suddenly make sense and the simple things that couldn’t be more confusing. How no one really understands what’s going on or why.
I loved this but I feel like it’s one of those books that if you don’t have a relationship with the described experience, you may have a hard time following.
Thank you so much to NetGalley, the author, and the publisher for this ARC!
This is such a niche book. As an artist who loves all expressions of art and who identifies as a crazy person, I found this to be incredibly funny and an interesting look at the art world in such a satirical manner.
When I tell you I RAN to the reviews as soon as I finished this one……. I sprinted. I just knew it was going to be fantastically controversial. Needless to say, the reviews did not disappoint.
I really loved the in-depth look into what it feels like when you’re “going crazy”. The things that suddenly make sense and the simple things that couldn’t be more confusing. How no one really understands what’s going on or why.
I loved this but I feel like it’s one of those books that if you don’t have a relationship with the described experience, you may have a hard time following.
Thank you so much to NetGalley, the author, and the publisher for this ARC!
August 4, 2024
I have to be honest; I was really disappointed with Woo Woo. I had such an emotional response to Baxter's first novel, New Animal, that I literally talked about it to anyone who would listen for months and made countless videos about it.
However, I couldn't get into the story with Woo Woo and found myself only finishing the book because it was from NetGalley (which I'm grateful for; thank you, Catapult). My expectations were too high, which might have partially ruined it. I understand that Sabine's character is meant to be extremely shallow and obtuse due to her artistic personality and talents, but because her character was so one-dimensional, it just didn't resonate with me.
I know some people will love this book; however, it's not for me.
However, I couldn't get into the story with Woo Woo and found myself only finishing the book because it was from NetGalley (which I'm grateful for; thank you, Catapult). My expectations were too high, which might have partially ruined it. I understand that Sabine's character is meant to be extremely shallow and obtuse due to her artistic personality and talents, but because her character was so one-dimensional, it just didn't resonate with me.
I know some people will love this book; however, it's not for me.
December 4, 2024
I'm not sure if I love or hate the work of Ella Baxter, all I know is that she writes truly unique work like nobody else I've read. She is thought provoking, and intellectually confusing, she summons emotions in her readers and is emotionally confusing. I am unsure if large chunks of her work go over my head, or if she is a raw talent still figuring out how to write a great book.
A very strong flavour that is the opposite of boring, this book will challenge you in more than one way. An author well worth trying if you haven't already.
https://youtu.be/EBmp9WLQAmA
A very strong flavour that is the opposite of boring, this book will challenge you in more than one way. An author well worth trying if you haven't already.
https://youtu.be/EBmp9WLQAmA
October 3, 2024
what. the fuck. did i just read.
December 6, 2024
wtf were these people even on about
January 6, 2025
Okay, little art nerds, this one is for us!
And let me just say, any book that heavily features the ghost of the incredible Carolee Schneemann is going to be so wonderfully kooky that I instantly knew I would love it.
Sabine is an ARTISTE and she has an upcoming exhibition that promises to be the best thing she’s ever created. Only she now has a stalker, she’s fighting with her husband, she gets a liiiitle too trigger happy with Instagram Live, and now she’s basically on the verge of a breakdown. So yeah, your average gallery opening.
This book was just as the book promises, completely woo-woo and I was ready to be swept up in the ride. The sensory details were seriously glorious. I could somehow be disgusted and enchanted in the same sentence. The writing itself felt like a work of art.
And the chapter titles!! Each one was the title of a work of art that would put you in a useful frame of mind and I adored that detail.
And let me be the first to tell you, this book is certainly not for everyone. But if you love art, especially contemporary art with all the woo-woo you can handle, I think you will love it too.
And let me just say, any book that heavily features the ghost of the incredible Carolee Schneemann is going to be so wonderfully kooky that I instantly knew I would love it.
Sabine is an ARTISTE and she has an upcoming exhibition that promises to be the best thing she’s ever created. Only she now has a stalker, she’s fighting with her husband, she gets a liiiitle too trigger happy with Instagram Live, and now she’s basically on the verge of a breakdown. So yeah, your average gallery opening.
This book was just as the book promises, completely woo-woo and I was ready to be swept up in the ride. The sensory details were seriously glorious. I could somehow be disgusted and enchanted in the same sentence. The writing itself felt like a work of art.
And the chapter titles!! Each one was the title of a work of art that would put you in a useful frame of mind and I adored that detail.
And let me be the first to tell you, this book is certainly not for everyone. But if you love art, especially contemporary art with all the woo-woo you can handle, I think you will love it too.
August 29, 2024
A brilliant novel. Baxter’s prose is fresh and visceral, raw and often funny even as she tackles dark themes. We have a real sense of Sabine so committed to her art - ‘on her knees for art’ - trying to corral her ideas into form & at the same time dealing with a dangerous stalker, so that you feel she might implode. Satirical about the art & online worlds mixed with the menace facing Sabine, it’s an exhilarating ride. A strong book.
December 5, 2024
thanks to brilliance audio for the advanced audio arc!
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unfortunately, this one REALLY didn't work for me. i think if you're a major ottessa moshfegh fan, this one is going to be for you.
i personally found it unnecessarily gross. this is about an artist called sabine (very cool name, though) who is having a mid-life crisis. she's an artist, she does stuff naked and apparently with puppets? i should have known this wouldn't be for me when girly pop enlisted her overworked chef husband (whose physical anatomy the author describes in a weird, off-putting way - i mean, the narrative referred to his body as warm, butter-body and it was border line fatphobic at times) to get her animal blood for art.
and all of these organic substances... the animal blood, later animal milk, is just straight up rotting in her house.
she's really entitled and insufferable about her art. think blonde, over-moneyed influencer blogger about it. yet she thinks that she as a cis-het white woman is going to be a transformational figure for all people with her art, including poc and trans people?
this all got real when sabine started talking to a ghost and thinking that she's being followed by someone that's sending her threatening letters. instead of doing anything remotely logical, she continues to blast her life all over social media, eat the threatening letters which could be evidence, and go to her husband's place of business to throw a gargantuan temper tantrum. and still, he doesn't leave her.
i was checked out before that, but from what i gathered, she also did the two following unredeemable things: shit in her own yard (in fact, there was a lot of weird shit/piss talk in this book) and then buy real pig trotters to attach to her hands and wear for her art, which from what i can see consists of her screeching that she's a pig.
i'm sure this was supposed to be tongue-in-cheek, but i feel like that only works if the reader is in on it. to me, this felt like an attempt to write one of the most disgusting, insufferable characters that i've ever read and make little edgelord additions to the plot in order to upset the reader.
i didn't get it. but this might be your bag.
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unfortunately, this one REALLY didn't work for me. i think if you're a major ottessa moshfegh fan, this one is going to be for you.
i personally found it unnecessarily gross. this is about an artist called sabine (very cool name, though) who is having a mid-life crisis. she's an artist, she does stuff naked and apparently with puppets? i should have known this wouldn't be for me when girly pop enlisted her overworked chef husband (whose physical anatomy the author describes in a weird, off-putting way - i mean, the narrative referred to his body as warm, butter-body and it was border line fatphobic at times) to get her animal blood for art.
and all of these organic substances... the animal blood, later animal milk, is just straight up rotting in her house.
she's really entitled and insufferable about her art. think blonde, over-moneyed influencer blogger about it. yet she thinks that she as a cis-het white woman is going to be a transformational figure for all people with her art, including poc and trans people?
this all got real when sabine started talking to a ghost and thinking that she's being followed by someone that's sending her threatening letters. instead of doing anything remotely logical, she continues to blast her life all over social media, eat the threatening letters which could be evidence, and go to her husband's place of business to throw a gargantuan temper tantrum. and still, he doesn't leave her.
i was checked out before that, but from what i gathered, she also did the two following unredeemable things: shit in her own yard (in fact, there was a lot of weird shit/piss talk in this book) and then buy real pig trotters to attach to her hands and wear for her art, which from what i can see consists of her screeching that she's a pig.
i'm sure this was supposed to be tongue-in-cheek, but i feel like that only works if the reader is in on it. to me, this felt like an attempt to write one of the most disgusting, insufferable characters that i've ever read and make little edgelord additions to the plot in order to upset the reader.
i didn't get it. but this might be your bag.
Did not finish
February 8, 2025DNF @ 50%
I love weird books, and I was hoping that this was a weird book that I'd love, but this was so stupid I just can't.
Terrible dialogue. Reads like the author just wrote a bunch of random thoughts on her notes app about a contemporary artist suffering from major anxiety about her career. Then insert some deep thoughts about feminism that are indecipherable and not even that deep at all.
What the hell is any of this?
Or this:
Yeah, I'm out.
I love weird books, and I was hoping that this was a weird book that I'd love, but this was so stupid I just can't.
Terrible dialogue. Reads like the author just wrote a bunch of random thoughts on her notes app about a contemporary artist suffering from major anxiety about her career. Then insert some deep thoughts about feminism that are indecipherable and not even that deep at all.
What the hell is any of this?
'“Luck is mostly privilege,” said Lou.
“Luck is real,” said Sabine.
“You’re both white,” said Lou.
“Well, then you’re more privileged than us, being a white man,” said Ruth.
“I’m trans. You need to read a book,” said Lou.
“You’re absolutely right,” said Sabine, immediately ready to prove herself a greater ally than Ruth.'
Or this:
'“It’s anti-feminist of you to deny my feelings about this,” said Sabine.'
Yeah, I'm out.
no
January 6, 2025This novel instantly reminded me, tonally, of Two Serious Ladies by Jane Bowles. I was not in the mood.
November 27, 2024
Utter nonsense.
Sabine felt incredibly one dimensional. I wanted more, I love books about artists but this was as it’s called a lot of “woo woo” and just not quite enough character depth for me to resonate with or care about.
Overtly clever, will be a hit for a very specific audience.
However, it was so obscure I am curious about her other book. Do with this what you will.
Sabine felt incredibly one dimensional. I wanted more, I love books about artists but this was as it’s called a lot of “woo woo” and just not quite enough character depth for me to resonate with or care about.
Overtly clever, will be a hit for a very specific audience.
However, it was so obscure I am curious about her other book. Do with this what you will.
December 19, 2024
I’m not sure if it’s satire or farce or meant to be serious, but it’s laugh-out-loud funny and very, very weird. If you love/hate/are interested in or curious about contemporary performance art, this is both a send-up and an homage. I thought it was both self-indulgent and clever, but never not entertaining. For the adventurous reader, this is worth a look.
September 17, 2024
A window into a home that should have hung curtains. Don't expect any meaningful conclusion, answers to your questions, or thought-provoking twist of perspective here. This story ends abruptly without wrapping anything into a neat little box, seemingly deliberately too. Some might consider it artistic... its odd, and if Im frank, I don't understand the hype reviews.
September 2, 2024
This book is wild and extraordinary I haven’t read anything like it
It was so fun to read in a way I haven’t experienced with other books and I’m just so confused but so pleased by this book at the same time
It was so fun to read in a way I haven’t experienced with other books and I’m just so confused but so pleased by this book at the same time
December 23, 2024
Interesting. 100% recommend if you want to experience psychosis.
January 15, 2025
Not sure I fully “got” it but I loved it so much. So so so weird.
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August 1, 2024Woo Woo by Ella Baxter was quite frankly very "woo woo". It focuses on Sabine a conceptual artist who is having a bit of a meltdown/breakdown as her next exhibition opening looms. To add to this she begins to be visited by a ghost of one of her artist idols and is being stalked by an unknown man which her husband believes is in her head. As a conceptual artist she often livestreams aspects of her life. This includes a moment where she sees her life-size puppets (created for her to wear during her photoshoots) come to life. It was a lot.
I loved New Animal which was Baxter's debut novel released in 2021 so it pains me to say I just did not like this book at all. I found Sabine insufferable and her behaviour so completely bizarre that it alienated me rather than drawing me in. I'm usually all in for odd and mesmerising novels. This one was dark and deliberately provocative but the plot was just so strange. It was not for me.
There is an afterword relating to the stalker angle which gave me some additional insight into why Baxter chose to write about it which i appreciated but I was already too turned off by the book sadly. I really hope I am an anomaly in terms of this book as Baxter is definitely an author to watch.
Thank you @netgalley and @allenandunwin for my #gifted copy.
I loved New Animal which was Baxter's debut novel released in 2021 so it pains me to say I just did not like this book at all. I found Sabine insufferable and her behaviour so completely bizarre that it alienated me rather than drawing me in. I'm usually all in for odd and mesmerising novels. This one was dark and deliberately provocative but the plot was just so strange. It was not for me.
There is an afterword relating to the stalker angle which gave me some additional insight into why Baxter chose to write about it which i appreciated but I was already too turned off by the book sadly. I really hope I am an anomaly in terms of this book as Baxter is definitely an author to watch.
Thank you @netgalley and @allenandunwin for my #gifted copy.
January 7, 2025
This book was WOO WOO. The ending made no sense. I don’t understand why there was a ghost. Or what the puppets meant. Or why she just shat in her garden. And her husband? Only fucks her if she is a pig 👀
October 5, 2025
I seriously need to stop reading books about people in the art scene it makes me cringe too hard. I think the author thought she was being deep and poetic but it just made me want to projectile vomit.
March 19, 2025
Weird, dark, funny, original.
oh-well-i-tried
February 2, 2026I read a quarter of this and I just don’t know what the point is. Is it making fun of pretentiousness in the art world, or is it a serious look at the insecurities of an artist or is it supposed to be funny or is there any point to it all? I don’t know, I don’t think I care. Sabine is just annoying.
December 7, 2025
I lived in the inner north of Melbourne for a few years in my twenties and my sister was friends with a bunch of arty hipsters. We used to think they were fascinating, a bit ridiculous and quite self-obsessed. Maybe they thought we were country bumpkins, if they thought of us at all.
I recognised some of the characters in Woo Woo and especially the way they talk about their art projects. None of it really makes much sense to me, though Ella Baxter has a very vivid and visceral way with words. Some of her lines made me laugh out loud.
I don’t do well on unstable ground and throughout the book I was constantly grasping for something concrete, something linear, to hold onto amidst Sabine’s hallucinations. As someone who doesn’t solely read literary fiction, that could be my failing. I agree with Anna Snoekstra who said this book is a surreal fever dream.
I recognised some of the characters in Woo Woo and especially the way they talk about their art projects. None of it really makes much sense to me, though Ella Baxter has a very vivid and visceral way with words. Some of her lines made me laugh out loud.
I don’t do well on unstable ground and throughout the book I was constantly grasping for something concrete, something linear, to hold onto amidst Sabine’s hallucinations. As someone who doesn’t solely read literary fiction, that could be my failing. I agree with Anna Snoekstra who said this book is a surreal fever dream.
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