The Strangers

They had come from nowhere, and now they were everywhere A few months after her mother dies, the novelist Naomi Alderman sets up a wildlife camera in the back garden of her parents home. It captures the first image of a strange new animal. Low to the ground, about the size of a badger, flat face, long trunk-like nose. Suddenly these mimmoths are as common as foxes or dogs. And no one knows where they've come from. As Alderman negotiates the territory of grief a place with its own logic and rhythms the mimmoths spread. From the UK east and west, to the United States, to Russia, to India. They seem harmless, but oddly intelligent. They cannot be captured, they will not take food from humans, they have their own purposes. Alderman cannot shake the feeling that she has a particular connection to the creatures. Or is she just succumbing to mimmoth psychosis? As the impact of the mimmoths increases, she is pulled into the cross currents of conspiracy theories and global power struggles. Have her deeply personal forms of mourning lent recent events a surreal air, or is our reality changing drastically and irrevocably?