261 pages. One word. Zero apologies.

A novel for anyone who has ever said it. The word “ew” repeated thousands of times, to overwhelming effect. An expansive, stream-of-consciousness work, decipherable only to those who have felt it — which may well be a raucous, cogent satire laying waste to the literary establishment and the very concept of human expression.
Or maybe not.
Here, the experts weigh in:

“Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew, ew ew ew. Ew ew ew ew ew ew, ew ew, ew. Ew ew.”
— Professor R. Grimsworth, Department of Expressive Minimalism

“Ew ew ew, ew ew ew ew! Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew.”
— Dame Constance Blatt, twice shortlisted

“Ew ew, ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew. Ew, ew ew ew ew. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew, ew ew ew ew ew ew ew.”
— Dr. Cornelius Rubbish, Institute of Advanced Ew Studies

Ew ew… Ew ew ew. This is how begins the novel that promises to redefine the limits of human expression — or at least to scratch the furniture of traditional criticism. Nikita Datar delivers a bold work where each “ew” carries the full weight of a feeling the English language has never adequately named. A read for the discerning few. Or for anyone who has stepped in something.
The perfect funny gift for literally anyone. The person who says “ew” more than any other word. The friend who deserves a real novel about nothing. The colleague whose reaction you need to see. The white elephant gift that wins the party. The stocking stuffer nobody sees coming.
Part of The Absurd Humor Archive — 30 books. 30 words. The full range of human expression. Also available: ugh, meh, nope, fine, bruh, slay, omg, and 22 more.