A fisherman hauls something impossible from the Caribbean Sea...a woman, or, something like one. 

The Mermaid of Black Conch unfolds through shifting voices—diary, song, testimony—building a love story that is also about possession, colonial residue, and what it means to be seen as myth rather than human.

Monique Roffey writes with a kind of tidal rhythm that makes up the setting, it's lyrical, strange, and grounded in place. It's deeply drawn from Caribbean folklore without flattening it into allegory. It won the Costa Book of the Year Award, but it doesn’t feel like a “prize novel”; it’s weirder than that. An intimate, slightly feral novel that's formally loose in a way that lets the story breathe.

Peepal Tree Press paperback, 2020. Clean, bright copy with minimal wear. Very good condition.