Broken Like This

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"Trasandes eloquently renders the passionate and heartrending love story...it’s rare to root for all sides of a love triangle, but the author’s depth of insight into her characters makes this a wonderfully accomplished first novel."Publisher's Weekly

An unforgettably haunting novel—intertwining stories reveal how a man and a woman fall in love with the same extraordinary person

Broken Like This by Monica Trasandes is the saga of Kate ...

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Overview

"Trasandes eloquently renders the passionate and heartrending love story...it’s rare to root for all sides of a love triangle, but the author’s depth of insight into her characters makes this a wonderfully accomplished first novel."Publisher's Weekly

An unforgettably haunting novel—intertwining stories reveal how a man and a woman fall in love with the same extraordinary person

Broken Like This by Monica Trasandes is the saga of Kate Harrington—who for the past fifteen years has been the muse, provocateur and lodestone in the lives of Louis Ross and Angela Agnelli.  After a car accident in Ibiza, Kate lies comatose and is, unbeknownst to anyone, two months pregnant.  Angela and Louis both fly to her side, as does Kate’s step-father, who’s been a dark presence in all of their lives for many years.  Told in present day and breathtaking flashbacks, by turns bittersweet and brutally honest—this is a remarkable debut.

What begins as an evocative story of love and identity evolves, faster and faster, into a high-scale drama—with a conclusion that is truly heartrending.  From sunny, Southern California to the sweaty, musical streets of Brazil; from a garden in Boston to a rooftop in Brooklyn—Broken Like This is a rare novel that captures the utter joy felt when meeting that person whose energy and passion will shape your life forever.

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Publishers Weekly
In her transcendent debut, Uruguay-born Trasandes eloquently renders the passionate and heartrending love story of Kate Harrington, a bold, energetic young woman who, in the process of documenting young sex workers for her college thesis, addresses her own abusive past. Kate is the type of person who transforms the lives of anyone lucky enough to be part of her inner circle: first Louis, the shy, self-conscious guy she meets in high school, is captivated by her frank sexual talk and adventurous view of life, and blossoms through the course of their friendship. Some years later, Angela, a Latina from Southern California who is in Spain with Kate on their year abroad, comes to a moving discovery about her own sexuality when their friendship becomes something more. Trasandes begins her gripping tale with tragedy, then moves fluidly through time and space, illuminating Kate’s disturbing adolescence with her predatory stepfather, her joyous relationship with Louis, then Angela. It’s rare to root for all sides of a love triangle, but the author’s depth of insight into her characters makes this a wonderfully accomplished first novel. Agent: Kristin Nelson. (Nov.)
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“In Monica Trasandes’s gifted hands a terrible accident becomes a wonderful opportunity to explore the intricate lives of her three main characters.  As this sparkling novel moves effortlessly between present and past, America and Ibiza, we gradually learn how Angela, Louis and Kate have come together and missed each other over and over.  The urgent question of whether they will do so again drives the novel to its suspenseful, and heartbreaking, climax.  Broken Like This is a richly rewarding novel.”—Margot Livesey author of The Flight of Gemma Hardy

"With remarkable sweep and detail, Monica Trasandes deftly explores the shifting boundaries between love and friendship in their many forms. Broken Like This is complex, thrilling, and beautifully written."—Matthew Gallaway, author of The Metropolis Case

“Right from its gripping opening scene, Monica Trasandes's debut novel is a potent cocktail of languor and urgency.

Like Kate, Louis, and Angela—who seek love, redemption, and one another—Broken Like This is savvy, compassionate, and unforgettable.”—Michelle Wildgen, senior editor, Tin House, author of You’re Not You and But Not For Long

Broken Like This is an unflinching and tender story of triangulated love; Trasandes offers a wise, beautifully-rendered inquiry into how love unhinges, sustains, and remaps our very souls.”—Tara Ison, author of The List

"An engaging and impressively rangy first novel about how longing for a beautiful yet elusive young woman transforms the lives of two of her lovers. In locales as far-reaching as Los Angeles and Ibiza and Brooklyn, Monica Trasandes renders something universal: the changeable chemistry of romance and the warping effects of hidden desire. A memorable debut."—Ralph Sassone, author of The Intimates

"An evocative and heartbreaking story of modern love."—Sarah Winman, 2011 Galaxy National Book Award-winner for When God was a Rabbit

 “Set in California and Spain, Broken Like This is about the intimacy of friendship and love. It is a novel that is timeless in the questions that it raises about family, timely in the ways that it seeks to redefine family. Ultimately, the power of this book is its ability to embrace paradox, to prove that one person can love two people; that past and present do co-exist; that a book can be both riveting and relentless, tender and transformative.”—Lori Ostlund, author of The Bigness of the World, Winner of the 79th California Book Award for First Fiction and the Edmund White Debut Fiction Award

“Monica Trasandes's novel about the delicate dance between loneliness and love takes the reader from California to Brooklyn to Brazil, but its true destination is the human heart. An enthralling and beguiling debut.”—Jon Michaud, author of When Tito Loved Clara

Library Journal
The fiery and inspiring beloved of both Louis Reed and Angela Agnelli for 15 years, Kate Harrington now lies comatose after a car accident in Ibiza. Her two paramours having flown in to be by her side, one might imagine a story of seesawing tight and tender emotions, but it gets really dramatic when Kate's dark-force stepfather arrives. Director of Spanish-Language Media for GLAAD, Uruguayan-born Trasandes offers a first novel that's getting some push.
Library Journal
This first novel by Uruguay-born Trasandes is hypnotic and moving. Shifting among multiple points of view, it focuses on Kate Harrington and the two people, Angela and Louis, who love her. Kate has been in a car accident in Spain, and as her two lovers rush to her side, the book takes us back into the evolution of those relationships. Desire and regret drive the characters, as does the seemingly futile effort to leave behind the specter of childhood abuse. They are all somewhat adrift personally, professionally, and geographically. While the Angela-Kate relationship is more fully realized than the one involving Louis and Kate, all three characters are compelling. It's only when Kate's stepfather enters the story that the narrative shifts and becomes intense in a slightly less satisfying way. Still, this is a stunning debut by a gifted writer. VERDICT Highly recommended for fans of Louise Erdrich, Ian McEwan, and Margaret Atwood, all of whom have written about the consuming nature of lust and desire.—Evelyn Beck, Piedmont Technical Coll., Greenwood, SC
Kirkus Reviews
Relaxed, happy, driving with friends along a coastal road in Spain, Kate Harrington lies in the back seat, caressing the new life in her belly, while her friends laugh in the front seat. Suddenly, there is a truck ahead and then a crash. Kate's accident sends her constellation of friends and family into disarray. The possibility of losing Kate is beyond bearing. Back home in California, she's left her two loves behind: Louis and Angela. Louis' life has twined and untwined with Kate's over the years, from high school buddies to lovers to fiances. Angela knew something lay deep in Kate's heart, some wall that kept even her lovers from getting too close, something that would send her to Brazil and Spain. She got her answer when Kate sent her a copy of her thesis, with its dedication page that thanked Angela and Louis. It also forgave Kate's mother. Yet, as Angela and Louis remember meeting Kate, falling in love with her and the impossibilities of capturing her, the pace of Trasandes' debut novel slows. The urgency of flying to Kate's side fades, and it seems that the longer Kate remains uncommunicative, the longer they can linger in poignant memories, the longer they can keep her alive. Unfortunately, that meandering in memories makes it difficult to sustain suspense. The precariousness of Kate's grip on life fades into background noise, leaving Angela and Louis center stage, yet neither has the charisma of Kate. When Kate's stepfather, Don, arrives in Spain, a battle ensues between Louis, who loves her, and Don, who abused her. The novel's tempo picks up, yet the shift from bittersweet elegy to vengeful thriller is jarring. Uncertain in focus, uneven in pacing, Trasandes' novel's strength lies in its sensitive portrayal of complex emotional lives.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250006837
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 11/27/2012
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 1,266,315
  • Product dimensions: 5.80 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

MONICA TRASANDES was born in Uruguay and raised in San Diego, California. Her fiction has appeared in literary journals, and three stories have been anthologized.  She now works as the Director of Spanish-Language Media for GLAAD, and lives in Los Angeles with partner, Valda, and writes novels and plays.

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CHAPTER 1

On a Road in Spain

1994

 

 

Stretched out in the backseat of the Peugeot, Kate closes her eyes and inhales slowly, deeply. She rests her right arm behind her head, the elbow at her forehead. Then, eyes still closed, she leans her face closer and licks the inside of her forearm. Will it taste the way the Pacific did when she was a kid in California in the seventies? It does. The Pacific and the Mediterranean are the same in the crook of her arm.

“I saw that,” Paul says, and laughs into the rearview mirror.

“Did you?”

“Yeah. How was it?”

“Tastes like chicken,” she says, and the boys laugh.

Paul allows himself to watch her in the mirror for just a moment. What a beauty—those big green eyes, the short dark hair, full lips. She looks like Ava Gardner or a character in a movie who starts trouble, then gets more than she bargained for. That’s Kate—normally, anyway, but maybe not right now. She looks relaxed, peaceful.

“Hey, Kika?” he says into the mirror, and enjoys watching those eyes open.

“Yes?”

“You look happy.”

“Do I?”

“Yes,” he says, “you do.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she says, and closes her eyes, smiles.

Kate does feel happy right now. She’s not seen the truck, about two miles away, and fears nothing. Just a few days ago, on a flight from Brazil, she had pressed the tip of her nose to the cold window, looked out at the infinite clouds, and thought, Okay, it’s different now.

“It’s different now. Or maybe I’m different now,” she’d whispered, and the passenger next to her, an older lady watching a movie, had smiled and pulled out a single earbud, thinking Kate was talking to her.

She’d felt new and light, as if she might even start floating over the others on the airplane, like an escaped Thanksgiving parade balloon. Was that just a trick created by the airplane or by leaving Brazil? Was it an attempt to detach emotionally because she’d failed that poor girl? Or was it just her hormones? Now, today, in Ibiza, in the car, Kate feels the same way—entirely herself but also light.

Paul turns back to the road and sees something odd and a little startling. About a mile away, coming down the hill, there seems to be something white and boxy, probably a truck, and in their lane. An optical illusion, he tells himself, making it only appear as if the truck’s in their lane, because it’s now clearly on its own side of the road.

Liam, sitting in the passenger’s seat next to him, isn’t watching the road, but the scenery.

“What’s up, boo?” Paul asks, and Liam answers that he can’t wait to shower, put on his big thick robe, stretch out on the bed, and finish his Stephen King book.

“Sounds nice,” Paul says, and rubs the back of Liam’s neck.

Liam reaches into his burlap bag and finds the bottle of ouzo he forgot to open on the beach. They’d spotted it sitting on a shelf at the market downstairs from their hotel and planned to mix it with Coke, see if it would taste like Dr Pepper. Only they forgot, and now it’s too hot to drink. Liam shoves his Greek sake into the bag and extracts a joint, which he lights, then passes to the backseat, but Kate doesn’t want any.

Kate rubs the hair on her neck, then the side of her head, and watches a few bits of sand fall on her white cotton dress. She loves the way little pieces of a place will sometimes find their way into your suitcase, your shoe, even your hair, and come home with you. She thinks of the coves, or calas, in which they’d just been swimming, so blue and warm.

“I like the name Cala,” she says.

“Yes, for a tall, pale lady with a very long neck,” Paul says.

“Hmm, the gentleman does have a point,” Kate says, then reaches over and snatches the smoke tucked behind Paul’s ear. If she lights it, this will be her last. So many things will change in the next months. No more smokes. And she won’t be able to dye her hair. Kate puts the cigarette under her nose, a long white mustache—the tobacco smells different here, like whiskey.

How Paul wishes his glasses were not so scratched. He can’t be seeing things right, because that truck, or whatever it is, up ahead looks like it’s moving in ways that just don’t make sense.

“Can I borrow someone’s sunglasses?” he asks. Liam says his are in the bag in the trunk. Kate hands over hers and Paul puts them on. Never mind they’re ridiculously oversize seventies movie-star glasses. So Jackie Susann.

Kate rests her hands on her belly and smooths it, seeing if anything is visible. It’s not. She puts her hand against her chest, presses down, and watches the skin there turn slightly pink. She caught the sun. Kate looks at the cigarette and whispers, “Bye, old friend.”

“I just quit smoking,” she says.

“Good for you,” Liam squeaks through the second hit of the joint.

Paul loves the way Liam holds his lips tight after a hit, like a little kid, worried that everyone will laugh if he exhales too soon. When he exhales too soon, because he always does. The truck up ahead has just swerved; there is no denying or escaping this. “What the fuck?” Paul says under his breath. He considers pulling off the road, but where? This two-lane highway hugs the coast on one side, and a steep embankment frames the other. No. This is just one of those moments of paranoia you have to breathe through, push through, that’s all. When the two vehicles pass each other safely, then Paul will take a big fat toke of that joint to celebrate.

The Beatles come on the radio. Yes!

“Molly is the singer in a band.”

Liam turns up the volume and he and Kate start to sing. The truck’s about forty seconds away from them now.

“Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, la la la la la la…” Kate sings, eyes closed, as she taps her feet against the window, whose glass, in just seconds, will come flying at her like a million little knives.

“I love music so much,” says Liam, whose eyes are still closed.

“Oh no!” Paul yells as the front of the truck comes closer and closer toward them.

At first, there are so many sounds: their car horn, long and beseeching, yet resigned to its futility; tires screaming as they fight to keep hold of the asphalt; metal biting metal, three people gasping in surprise. Then a heavy thump and new sounds: mirrors and door handles detaching from the metal that held them as the car, on its side, skids on the road before righting itself again with another hard bam as deflated tires slam back down onto the middle of the road. Now quieter sounds: a lung collapsing, a vertebra snapping, a wrist detaching, a heart stopping.

The dashboard has been shoved up into Liam’s chest, making him look like a baby who fell asleep at a table he’s not quite tall enough for. Paul’s pinned behind the steering wheel, his broken wrist hanging out the window, a limpness he would have detested in life, so many years spent using those hands and fists to beat away bullies. The big-girl sunglasses have mercifully flown into the backseat. Kate’s head lies on the broken window frame, as if she’d decided to take a nap. But bits of her hair and drops of her blood prove that before coming to rest here, that same head hit the frame not just once but twice.

The truck, a Mercedes 814 hauling dairy products, lies some sixty feet down the hill, on its side, so that the bright yellow-and-orange sign advertising yogurt in new tropical flavors resembles a billboard on the grass, itself dotted with tiny yellow mustard plants. The driver, who has died of a heart attack, lies about twenty feet from his truck, in a repose that suggests a man napping after a very festive night, except for the hands bloodied by grabbing the rearview mirror, on which hung a photo of his wife and kids.

Not much sound now, apart from glass falling onto the road, Kate and Paul moaning a little—Paul less than Kate—and the trickle of gas and water falling onto the pavement.… The Beatles song still plays, not from the Peugeot, but from the truck, whose driver had been listening to the same station.

About ten minutes after the accident, a VW Vanagon stops. In it are Danish tourists. Kate’s relieved to feel her body leaving the mangled car and its smells. Time becomes impossible to gauge. All she knows is that someone dragged her out of the car; now someone else is putting a garment under her head. Despite everything that has happened, Kate can feel the softness of this thing, probably a sweater, at the nape of her neck. Doesn’t make sense, in this heat, but it does feel like a sweater. A woman’s face appears above her—the garment’s owner?

Soon, another car pulls over. Two women and one man huddle around Kate, asking in different languages if she’s all right, some conjugating verbs in totally unique ways: “Usted y yo aquí bien,” says a woman, who, apparently, thinks Kate is Spanish “You and I are here well.”

Kate does speak Spanish, once spent a year living in Spain. If she weren’t lying in the middle of a road all broken like this, she would probably quip, “You here well, but I here not so well.”

Is her dress covering her still? She tries to find the hem of the white cotton but can only feel the top of her leg. Before leaving the beach, she took off the wet bikini and tossed it into the trunk. Is her “secret,” as her mother used to call it, displayed for the world to see? And where are Paul and Liam?

“Pauly,” she tries to call out. “Pauly, where are you?” It’s not very loud, her voice, doesn’t carry as much as she would like it to, and when the woman leans down and pats Kate’s cheek with that look of tremendous kindness and pity, it occurs to her that not surviving is a possibility—for the boys and for her. She should have told someone.

Kate’s grabbed hold by a sense of fear and dread she hasn’t felt in nearly ten years. Suddenly terrified of being by herself and of losing this little promise she’s carrying, she starts crying.

The lady whose sweater lies under her head tries to comfort Kate. “Shhh, shhh,” she whispers, leaning down.

“Listen,” Kate says to the lady. Her voice is so weak. “Baby,” Kate says, but the woman doesn’t understand. “Bebé, bebé,” she says, but her voice fails her again. Kate stops and concentrates, says it as loudly as she can: “Baby.”

The woman’s face registers a look of connection, finally, but that’s followed soon after by panic. “Baby?” the woman asks. “In the car?”

Kate feels an intense drain of energy. The panic starts to dissipate, but so does everything else. Is she passing out? She tries hard to focus on the voice and looks up at the woman, who’s sitting there in a yellow blouse. Even the pain begins to diminish. She is passing out.

¿Bebé?” the woman asks again, and points to the car.

“No,” Kate says, but too late, the woman’s misunderstood and yells something to the other rescuers. Two men rush to the Peugeot and look inside but see nothing. They then run to the hillside and climb down, furiously scanning the landscape for fallen babies. One of the men calls to the other that he doesn’t see a child.

Kate hears sirens now and feels grateful. If an ambulance is coming, that means they’re going to the hospital, and if they’re going to the hospital, then they will be all right.

“Pregnant. Me, mine,” Kate whispers, but this is barely audible.

The woman smiles down at her. “Yes, yes, you are a mother. I understand. You will go home to your baby,” the woman says. “I am a mother, too,” she adds, and cradles Kate as if she is the child in question.

Closer and closer comes the ambulance, with its European siren, which sounds like the first strains of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” with its “na na na na.”

“Na na na na,” Kate whispers as she lets herself fall asleep.

“Shhhhh,” the woman whispers back.

 

Copyright © 2012 by Monica Transandes

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  • Anonymous

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    Really enjoyed this book. I especially loved the flashback, flas

    Really enjoyed this book. I especially loved the flashback, flash forward aspect of it and how it told the story from different perspectives. Good read!!

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