"Originally published in 1958, a full decade before abortion was legalized in the U.K., the book is as salient a study of the disparate views and persistent inequities around reproductive health care for present-day U.S. readers as it is illuminating of midcentury English attitudes and conditions. A wry dissection of domestic despair and affluent ennui and a topical introduction to Mortimer's body of literary work."-- "Kirkus (starred review)"
"Mortimer peels several layers of skin off the subjects of motherhood, marriage, and monogamy."--Nick Hornby "The Believer"
"Better dialogue, more deftly characterized individuals or a prose style more precise and firm is not often encountered in modern fiction. Mrs. Mortimer is impressively expert."--Orville Prescott "New York Times"
"A clinical dissection of life among the well-heeled . . . Layer after layer, the social fabric is stripped, to reveal the pitiable spiritual nullity it conceals . . . Unlike most satirists, Mrs. Mortimer, for all her ruthlessness, never gets ice in the heart. Her victims never degenerate into abstract Aunt Sallies: to the bitter end they remain live, suffering individuals . . . Mrs. Mortimer is a moralist who attains her ends without preaching a sermon: and that, I suspect, is one definition of a good novelist. With brilliant formal economy, sharp characterisation, and a few neatly ironic symbols, she diagnoses our modern spiritual malaise in terms of the individual. It is a remarkable and deeply disturbing achievement."--Peter Green "Daily Telegraph"
"A simmering portrait of suburban malaise, originally published in 1958 . . . Mortimer (1918-1999) avoids easy answers in her nuanced take on the life of a woman who is quietly compromised. This easily earns a place on the shelf of noteworthy early feminist literature."-- "Publishers Weekly"
"Plangent, excoriating . . . While the novels of some of her still-celebrated male contemporaries (Kingsley Amis, say) have come to seem somewhat bombastic and dated, Mortimer's style, spare and singular, cuts through the decades like a scalpel."--Rachel Cooke "The Observer"
"Daddy's Gone a-Hunting, now being reissued in the U.S., was published several years before Betty Friedan's The Feminine Mystique. But the novel . . . appears to anticipate what Friedan proposed as 'the problem that has no name'--the profound unhappiness of a generation of educated women trapped in the domestic sphere with no way out . . . One of the most compelling arguments for freedom of reproductive choice that I've ever encountered."--Sophie Gilbert "The Atlantic"