February 2026 (Henry Holt & Company)

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A haunting, indelible novel of collective grief, resistance, and the radical, life-affirming virtue of testimony.

A. is an amateur translator, living alone in an unforgiving, late-capitalist metropolis. Adrift and burdened by debt following a medical trauma, she makes rent caring for a young boy who is not and could never be her own. Her nights are spent on the dance floor, chasing spontaneous connection. There, she encounters N., who shares her numbed state and sometimes her bed.

Among N.’s meager possessions, A. comes across a slim book about an unnamed foreign town of disappearing boys. The book, Field Notes, documents the stories of a community of mothers who assemble to mourn their missing sons together. A. is transfixed by this collective chorus of primal grief, the mothers’ preternatural strength, and their intuitive care for each other. When a near-assault stuns A. out of her inertia, she takes off for the city where Field Notes was written, in search of its author and the end of his story. But A.’s digging leads her instead to the traces of a murdered poet, a mysterious woman whose legacy will intersect unexpectedly and pivotally with A.’s own life.

Poignant and profoundly humane, Mass Mothering is told through layered voices, written fragments, and recorded testimonies. It is a luminous story of the mutuality of grief, the aftershocks of violence in a globalized era, and the world-bending force of a mother’s love.


“In a fragmented, braided style reminiscent of Jenny Offill’s Dept. of Speculation (2014), Bruni weaves together explorations of language, borders, and belonging, as well as of the precarious and frequently terrifying state of motherhood. The result is a deeply intelligent, prismatic look at the personal and political facets of maternal care. A truly original entry into the growing canon of motherhood novels.”
Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“The prose is written as if between waking and sleep, illuminating the heart of motherhood . . . and highlights the transformative power of shared trauma and community. Bruni's second novel . . . serves as an oracle in the wake of historical events, offering guidance through our most primal source of comfort—mothers.”
Booklist (starred review)

“Bruni beautifully captures how language, culture, trauma, and privilege create barriers between people, even as they strive to connect. . . . A timely yet timeless tale about the power of community and the importance of mothers in the face of grief and systematic oppression; will resonate with readers long after the last page.”
Library Journal (starred review)

“Layered and moving, this one hits with startling force.”
Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“A luminous parable on mothering in an era of state violence. This moving novel examines, at a refreshing slant, enduring questions about mothering sons, and how mothers respond to each other's needs during a perilous time. A profound, deeply imagined novel that both addresses and transcends the chaos of our present moment.”
—Idra Novey, author of Take What You Need

“A masterwork for post-empire American literature. In graceful and atmospheric prose, Bruni has written an essential novel for our times, one in which the ability to separate truths is both an act of struggle and defiance. A heart wrenching, tenacious, and radical accomplishment.”
—Michael Zapata, author of The Lost Book of Adana Moreau

Mass Mothering is not only a testament to women’s courage and resilience in the face of horrific injustice but a propulsive, intratextual mystery worthy of Bolaño. Bruni writes grief and euphoria, alienation and interconnection, violence and tedium with elegance and lucidity. A timeless and timely novel that dares you to practice radical care, to be braver.”
—Darrow Farr, author of The Bombshell

Mass Mothering is a beautiful novel about the importance of really seeing—that is, the pain of bearing witness.”
—Yuri Herrera, author of Season of the Swamp

Mass Mothering, set in an unnamed country and narrated by an unnamed woman, nonetheless gives precise names to a variety of losses―of vanished sons, of never-to-exist children, of a state’s refuge. Bruni has written an exquisite, wrenching novel.”
—Teddy Wayne, author of The Winner