Angela Woodward
Angela Woodward is author of the novels Ink, Natural Wonders, and End of the Fire Cult, as well as two collections of short fiction.
Bearable: An Essay After Afterlife
Afterlife
Natural Wonders
With the moxie of Renata Adler, the curiosity of Maggie Nelson, and the wit of Deborah Levy, Angela Woodward has turned the screw of storytelling in the best of ways.
Afterlife
Angela Woodward
2026
Quality Paper
ISBN 978-1-57366-216-1
eBook
ISBN 978-1-57366-919-1
A kaleidoscopic meditation on grief, memory, and the uncanny, where dreams, histories, and forgotten encyclopedias blur the line between life and afterlife.
In this luminous novel, Angela Woodward chronicles the meaning of death, the illusions of truth, and the strange, shimmering persistence of the self beyond the ordinary boundaries of life. Through fictional encyclopedia entries, surreal vignettes, and personal narratives, Afterlife blurs fact and imagination, the material and the ghostly, with poetic precision and biting wit.
Woodward’s speaker journeys through museums of bird art, cults and conformity, environmental chemicals, and lost loves. What emerges is an elegiac, deeply intelligent inquiry into how we continue to haunt the world — and how the world haunts us back.
A work of literary art that will appeal to readers of experimental fiction, creative nonfiction, and lyric essay, Afterlife invites comparison to writers like Jenny Boully, W. G. Sebald, and Anne Carson. This book is ideal for readers drawn to feminist, hybrid, and formally inventive literature; for those fascinated by the interplay between language and grief; and for anyone who has ever felt the uncanny persistence of the past in corners of the present.
Angela Woodward has fashioned an uncanny and dazzling new reference book that will leave readers entirely spellbound. Afterlife is its own universe populated with animals, vegetables, minerals, heavy metals, dead sisters, dead writers, and a fearless narrator who holds nothing back.
Each of Afterlife’s chapters is an entry in a highly compressed, highly unorthodox encyclopedia of the “preposterous spectacle of civilization.” Everything that has always drawn me to Angela Woodward’s fiction — her dry wit, iceberg prose, and especially her imaginative meanders, digressions, and explorations — is on spectacular display here.
Afterlife is a wonder. With the moxie of Renata Adler, the curiosity of Maggie Nelson, and the wit of Deborah Levy, Angela Woodward has turned the screw of storytelling in the best of ways. This novel is a riveting encyclopedia of the imagination.
Woodward renders the ephemeral in small, heavy, valuable objects. Afterlife is a curation of the most perfect historical and cultural iterations — for a museum of an unnamed domain.
Sharp, spare, elegant. Woodward has created a catalog of the American consciousness. Her clarity is breathtaking. Afterlife is a triumph of the imagination.
Angela Woodward has written a gorgeously encyclopedic elegy to a lost sister that rebuilds her through curious meditations on everything from cadmium poisoning to industrial bug farms to umbrella enthusiast clubs. Woodward’s acerbic masterpiece probes the capacity of dead art to capture the flicker of something like a ghost, like a beetle wing, an act of dissection that reveals those delicate moments when longing hardens into poetry.
Angela Woodward’s Afterlife … is beautifully constructed, deeply intelligent, and thoroughly rooted in the pain and disorder of existing, now.
Natural Wonders is an amazing work about sentience and biologic magic, its structure built and layered with beautiful rigor. It is full of delicious sentences that will pull readers into its meditation on story making and the awe that seems to be just outside our sight.
Natural Wonders
Angela Woodward
2016
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ISBN 978-1-57366-055-6
eBook
ISBN 978-1-57366-860-6
Winner of the FC2 Catherine Doctorow Innovative Fiction Prize
In Natural Wonders, Jenny is given the task of assembling a memorial edition of her recently deceased husband Jonathan’s lecture series about the physical history of the earth. With little knowledge of his work or of Jonathan himself, Jenny constructs from his fragmentary and disorganized notes her own version of our planet’s past.
Presented as a series of lectures, Jenny’s earth history is an amalgam of stories from science and about scientists — a Serbian mathematician and his theory of the ice ages, a Swiss doctor camped on a glacier, the mysterious materia pinguis thought to have drifted down from stars to form fossils. Into these stories she interweaves scenes from their marriage as well as material she finds on Jonathan’s shelves. In her history, an explanation of continental drift becomes enmeshed with a schoolboy’s erotic encounter with an older woman. Icebergs in an Andean lake launch a woman’s jealous affair with a third-rate actor, and H. G. Wells’s Island of Dr. Moreau is dramatically recounted in new form.
Natural Wonders mixes mythology, popular fiction, and a misfired romance with the story of the earth hurtling around the sun. From intimately human to geologic to cosmic, it explores change, love, and loss.
Empiricists are us. We know what we know through our sensing apparatus. A fact, we know, is a thing done, and once it is done it is done and leaves only artifact and residue, evidence of its happening. But we also know (we’re giddy with fear) that our senses are so easily fooled. And in that fooling lies great wonder! Angela Woodward in Natural Wonders knows what the grand satirists — Swift and Sterne and Defoe — knew about the great tectonic paradigm shift to this new way of knowing. Her deadpan take on the scientific deadpan is expansive and microscopic, hilarious and heartbreaking. The book is a studious study of silly seriousness, a calculating engine collecting forever the erotic and effervescent data of our empirical world. It is so surely never sure of itself. It can’t not believe its eyes. Behold! Observe! See! The natural wonder of Natural Wonders as it does a bang-up tangled tango with the tabula rasa.
Natural Wonders is an amazing work about sentience and biologic magic, its structure built and layered with beautiful rigor. It is full of delicious sentences that will pull readers into its meditation on story making and the awe that seems to be just outside our sight. Woodward’s novel contextualizes our shred of a civilization so vividly readers will see the world with new eyes. I am sure you will love it!
Angela Woodward’s Natural Wonders beautifully juxtaposes a recounting of a short but intense marriage against a retelling of both the marvelous expanse of geological time and the fraught history of scientific discovery. Very few writers have the required level of ambition to attempt to interweave the personal, the scientific, and the mythic on this grand of a scale, surely a task that requires a writer of great intelligence and heart. Thankfully, Woodward is just such a writer, and the result is a gorgeous novel you won’t soon forget.
Jenny, new widow and sometime protagonist of this extraordinary novel, collects her late husband’s lectures on prehistory for publication. She admits that “Jonathan and I hadn’t had much history, just a quick, impulsive marriage, and a journey into geologic time would not make up for it.” Still, she’s determined to try, through the course of this planetary (and inter) exploration of the course of a marriage and a life, reflected through the earth’s own complex, violent, and beautiful history. Woodward has a way with the intentional meander, the stories that blossom into stories, that morph and shift and come together like the earth’s crust itself. This is a wonderful book.