The Embers [NOOK Book]

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A once-charmed family is forced to confront the devastating tragedy that struck it years ago in this fiercely tender tale of betrayal and reconciliation

It’s the fall of 2007, and Emily Ascher should be celebrating: she just got engaged to the man she loves, her job is moving in new and fulfilling directions, and her once-rocky relationship with her mother, Laura, has finally mellowed into an easy give-and-take. But with the promise of new ...

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A once-charmed family is forced to confront the devastating tragedy that struck it years ago in this fiercely tender tale of betrayal and reconciliation

It’s the fall of 2007, and Emily Ascher should be celebrating: she just got engaged to the man she loves, her job is moving in new and fulfilling directions, and her once-rocky relationship with her mother, Laura, has finally mellowed into an easy give-and-take. But with the promise of new love

Settling into old comes a difficult look at how her family has been torn apart in the many years since her brother died. Her parents have long since divorced, and her father, Joe, a famous actor and playwright who has been paralyzed with grief since the tragedy, carries the blame for his son’s death—but what really happened on that winter night? Why has he been unable to clear his name, or even discuss that evening with Laura and Emily?

As spring looms—and with it Emily’s wedding in the Berkshires and an unveiling of Joe’s new play—each Ascher begins to reevaluate the events of long ago, finally facing the truth of his or her own culpability in them. Moving between past and present over the course of sixteen years, The Embers is a skillfully structured debut novel of buried secrets and deep regrets that crush a family while bonding its members irrevocably.


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Publishers Weekly

Director, producer and screenwriter Bass creates a riveting narrative that digs into the notion that "there is nothing that happens to a child that does not implicate the parent in some way." Emily Ascher is planning her wedding at the site of her Berkshires childhood family vacation home, on the very hillside where the ashes of her brother, Thomas, are scattered. Alternating between present day and the past, Emily's story, along with that of her divorced parents, Joe and Laura, unfolds along with the circumstances surrounding Thomas's death. Joe, a once famous actor and playwright, is now "consumed by a desire to create and equally consumed by his inability to do so," while Laura, now remarried, still carries the emotional scars of a rocky first marriage and the inability to truly understand or successfully communicate with her daughter. Bass creates a large window into the workings of the Ascher family, exposing how small slights or seemingly minute actions ripple with consequence. Bass's excavation of a complex familial labyrinth is an elegant testament to the beautiful mess that is family. (July)

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Library Journal

This heart-wrenching debut novel from filmmaker Bass (Seventy-Five Degrees in July) crisscrosses 16 years of one family's life, weaving a tender tale riveting in its realism. In the fall of 2007, bride-to-be Emily Ascher should be deliriously happy but instead is coping with many doubts and dilemmas. While confident of her love for her fiancé and now enjoying an easier give-and-take with her mother, Emily still faces an uneasy relationship with her father. Joe, a once-famous playwright and actor, is still carrying the burden of guilt for the tragic death of Emily's brother, Thomas. As the nuptials approach, this struggling, splintered family picks up the pieces, and they all go on with their lives. Bass's well-paced, nuanced family saga is as engrossing as it is empathetic. Sure to appeal to readers who enjoy such family dramas as Judith Guest's Ordinary People. [See Prepub Alert, LJ3/1/09; library marketing.]
—Andrea Tarr

Kirkus Reviews
An absent son and the events surrounding his fate form the core of a cool study in family dysfunction. Bass's first novel introduces the Ascher family, headed by Joe, a successful actor/playwright whose monstrous self-absorption impacts all the other members. Long-suffering wife Laura, herself an ex-actress, suspects her husband of adultery long before he eventually admits to an affair. Daughter Emily, suffering from an Electra complex, is desperate for her father's attention. Son Thomas is the most balanced figure in the household, but he develops lymphoma. The book interweaves Joe's material for a new play with telling scenes from the past and a 2007 "present" in which Laura is married to a kind new husband, and Emily, grown from a problem child into a difficult woman, is a lawyer engaged to Korean-American Clay. Her wish is to get married in the ruins of the family's house in the Berkshires with Joe giving her away, despite their prickly relationship. While slowly exposing what happened to Thomas, Bass offers a few events but also many introspective passages and character-searching conversations charting greater or lesser levels of self-awareness. By the day of the wedding, a degree of tolerant harmony has been achieved. Prolonged navel-gazing by not desperately appealing people dims a technically sophisticated debut. Agent: Dorian Karchmar/William Morris Agency
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“A riveting examination of a high-profile clan and its fall from grace. . . . The Embers builds like the fire its title conjures, glowing a little, then suddenly bursting into sparks of narrative that make it nigh on impossible to put down. . . . The Embers will inspire readers to examine their own judgments about those they love, and perhaps give someone another chance. Bass is a new author with an old soul, and a talent worth tending.”—Joy Tipping, Dallas Morning News

“In this fiercely tender story by Hyatt Bass, a new engagement forces one young woman, her mother and her estranged father to rehash a painful tragedy locked away in their past so she can finally move on.”—InStyle (One of InStyle Magazine’s Top 5 Beach Reads for Summer 2009)

“A moving tale about grief’s tenacious hold and the road to redemption.”—People (A “Get Set for Summer” Pick)

“Bass . . . is a sensitive observer of family dynamics, of the way people can fail to really see the ones they love. . . . THE EMBERS [is] contemplative and psychologically attuned.”—Laurie Muchnick, Bloomberg.com

“A very assured and beguiling debut novel”—Ben Dickinson, Elle.com (One of Elle.com’s “Top Ten Smartest, Sizzlingest Beach Reads”)

“Bass's well-paced, nuanced family saga is as engrossing as it is empathetic. Sure to appeal to readers who enjoy such family dramas as Judith Guest's Ordinary People.”—Library Journal (starred review)

“Director, producer and screenwriter Bass creates a riveting narrative that digs into the notion that ‘there is nothing that happens to a child that does not implicate the parent in some way.’ . . . Bass’s excavation of a complex familial labyrinth is an elegant testament to the beautiful mess that is family.”—Publishers Weekly

“First novels shine too. In filmmaker Hyatt Bass’s The Embers, newly engaged Emily and her parents finally begin coping with the death of Emily’s brother.”—Barbara Hoffert, The Phoenix, “The Best in Summer Reading”

The Embers is the sort of novel I’m always hoping to find—from the first page, I was transfixed. Hyatt Bass’s lyrical story of a broken family is, in a word, stunning. The Embers is the best book I’ve read in a long time.”—Amanda Eyre Ward, author of How to Be Lost and Love Stories in This Town

“What is more powerful a place than the family? It's the center of our lives, and the crucible of our experience: The Embers, Hyatt Bass’s lovely first novel, asks questions that only the family can answer, and delivers truths that only the family contains.”—Roxana Robinson, author of Cost

“Ten minutes into The Embers, I was completely hooked. Each member of this struggling family is portrayed with so much empathy and intelligence. The pacing is excellent, and the prose is exact. Reading it was a thought-provoking pleasure.”—Laura Moriarty, author of The Rest of Her Life and The Center of Everything

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429984928
  • Publisher: Holt, Henry & Company, Inc.
  • Publication date: 6/23/2009
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 334,606
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Hyatt Bass

Hyatt Bass wrote, directed, and produced the film 75 Degrees in July, which was released in 2006. The Embers is her first novel.

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Chapter One

2007

It was odd how quickly nature reclaimed the land. Emily stepped out of the car and headed into the grass. Where the house used to be, there was only meadow now—her family's own piece of rolling Berkshire hills.

Ahead, the trees stretched black and bare against the sky. Though it was the end of October, she'd hoped to catch at least a few scarlet maple leaves and pick the last apples of the season. She glanced at Clay, wandering aimlessly with his hands in his coat pockets. There was something about the way he looked, angled against the wind in his wool jacket, that reminded her of an old Bob Dylan album her dad used to have. Dylan if he were half-Korean and had come to New York for a finance job instead of rock and roll. Her hair blowing across her face, she started toward him, then stopped as her eyes fell on a rusted metal rod sticking up out of a block of cement.

Trying to orient herself, she began slowly mapping out the first floor: were the walls still standing, she'd be in the kitchen right now. She could see the whole room in her head—the big wooden table, the fireplace, the old fridge—could practically even see her brother, Thomas, slicing mushrooms at the counter. What would he think of that guy over there? She saw herself leading Clay into the room. Hey, her brother would say, wiping his hands on his pants before reaching out to shake, really great to meet you. Thomas would set Clay at ease immediately, and before she knew it the two of them, her brother and her boyfriend, would be cooking together, experimenting and laughing at the stove. At some point, her mother would come in all aflutter, carrying a basket of herbs and flowers from the garden. My God! When did you get here? I never heard you pull in—trying to mask her surprise as she registered Clay's Asian American features. Your father's upstairs, of course, working. Don't bother him just yet.

According to the laws of science, neither mass nor energy is created or destroyed; the total amount in the universe always remains constant. And fundamentally, Emily understood this. But, as she moved through the knee-high grass, which used to be the kitchen and used to be animated by four lives—one of which was no longer being lived—she could not fathom where it had all gone. Was the energy still there? And what of Thomas? How did the laws of conservation apply to him?

Following the pattern of cement blocks, she circled the periphery of the house, mentally rebuilding and refurnishing each room. There was the bathroom with the pedestal sink, where she'd fallen and chipped a tooth while she and Thomas were horsing around; her bedroom where she retreated to write poetry and listen to music, but mostly to get away from her mother; and the living room with the couch in front of the fire.

For the first time, the actual destruction of the house didn't have the feeling of something that had happened to her personally. It felt instead like an epic or a myth. And it was mythic, really, the way her father had destroyed everything: his house, his family, and of course most tragically, his son. In retrospect, it all seemed inevitable, as if fate had destined things to be so and had never offered the possibility of them happening any other way.

"So, I guess we'll put the reception tent here. Right?" Clay was standing several yards away, sweeping his arm to include the relatively flat area where they were both standing.

She looked at him blankly. There was something incongruous about the sight of him on this property. He didn't seem to belong here, and that concerned her.

"Em?"

"Sure. That makes sense."

He watched her for a moment before coming over. "What's up? Do you want to wait for your mom?"

"I don't know." She gazed up the road and shivered.

He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his hands up and down her back to generate warmth. She looked into his face. She loved that face, she knew she did—the soft curves of the nose and chin, those beautiful eyes rimmed with thick black lashes. This is an amazing person, she told herself, a unique and amazing person.

They'd come here the first time a few years ago, after they'd been together about a year. She'd brought other boyfriends before Clay, and something about being on this property with them had forced her to stop lying to herself about them. But with Clay, it was the opposite—a sure sign that what they had was real. He hadn't felt the need to act formal and somber as they walked up the hill and through the woods, nor had he felt a compulsive need to lighten things and make her laugh. He'd simply been himself, which meant what it always meant: letting her be without leaving her alone.

She watched him walk away and lower himself to the ground. Exactly a week ago, she and Clay had been strolling through Central Park. It was a perfect fall day, crisp and bright, and the entire city was reveling in it. But when the two of them arrived at the Alice in Wonderland sculpture, they found themselves alone. Clay suggested they climb up on the mushroom as they often saw children do, and laughing, she agreed. As she began to pull herself up, however, she noticed that he hung behind, jangling his keys in his pocket.

"Don't worry," she told him, "nobody's going to see you."

He looked at her with a funny smile. "I'm not afraid of looking dumb. It was my idea in the first place."

Once they were both up there, lying back on the bronze surface, they stripped off their jackets and used them as pillows. After a couple of minutes, he took her hand and slipped a delicate pearl ring onto her finger. He watched her face with anticipation.

"Emily, will you marry me? I would kneel, but . . ." Indicating the absurdity of their location, he gave her a quick apologetic smile.

"What?" she said, still stunned. "No way."

"I hope that's not your answer."

She laughed. "Yes!" she said, kissing him. "Of course I'll marry you. Definitely yes."

They had spoken about marriage many times, and for a while now, whenever they spoke of the future, they spoke of their being together as a given. But still, this was a surprise.

"Oh my god," she said, admiring the ring. "How long have you been planning this?"

"I didn't plan to do it here. I've been carrying the ring around for a week, trying to figure out something really imaginative. And then this just seemed better somehow."

"It's perfect."

"If the ring isn't right, there are lots of others. I talked to the woman at the store—"

"Clay, stop," she said, grabbing his hand. "I love it. Really." She gazed up at the clouds moving slowly across the sky, thick and lumpy in their centers, thinning out and breaking up around the edges like flour sifted onto a blue counter. Right then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something flapping—a plastic deli sack caught on a bush, thank you printed over and over in red down its wind-crinkled side.

Even now as she thought back on it, the ugliness of that sack dominated her memory of the day. She looked over at Clay, partially hidden among the weeds, contentedly fiddling with a piece of straw. Why had they talked so much about the ring? It was such a trivial detail. They'd clearly both been nervous. But why?

Car wheels scraped on gravel, and Clay stood up as the silver Mercedes pulled in next to their Honda. Her mother and Earl eventually got out of the car and made their way toward them. Earl, in a tweed cap, looked ready for a grouse shoot on the Scottish moors. Laura was carrying a shopping bag, which Earl took from her as they leaned on each other and carefully picked a path over the ever so slightly graded ground.

"Sorry we're late," Laura said, girlish as always with her unstyled hair and baggy sweater. She hugged Emily and then Clay.

"How was the drive?" he asked.

"Oh." Earl stopped for a moment, panting a bit. "It was all right." He hugged them both, surveying the property through squinted eyes. "Nice to be here, though."

"Mom, you might want a coat."

"I'll be fine."

"You sure? It's pretty cold. Look." Emily made a hushed ho sound, and a cloud of white vapor drifted out of her mouth.

"Boy, look at that," Earl said.

"I always forget how much cooler it is up here." Laura took the bag from him and handed it to Emily. "I got you this in Paris. A little engagement present."

"Thanks," Emily said, taking the bag. "That's so sweet."

"It's a little something I found for you at a lingerie store. I couldn't resist."

"Ooh." She raised her eyebrows at Clay. "Luck y you."

"Yeah." He laughed. "A present for me, I guess."

"I also have a bottle of Late for you at home."

"Mom . . ."

Laura gave a coy shrug. "Well, you can't drink it for some time anyway."

"Yes, but I don't drink at all."

"Come on. Don't you think it's fun to have a bottle of wine that was released the same month you got engaged?"

Emily looked at Clay, incredulous. There was an awkward pause.

"We were thinking we could put the reception tent over here," Clay said, motioning toward the area behind them.

Laura nodded. "Seems like a good place for it."

They all grew silent and business-like as they focused on the area.

"Have you decided where you want to do the ceremony?" Laura asked.

Clay shook his head. "Not yet."

"I know where we're going to do the ceremony," Emily told them.

Clay gave her an inquisitive look. They all waited in vain for her to take the next step.

"Do you want to show us?" he asked. "Or are we supposed to guess?"

"I'll show you," she said, starting out across the grass. The strawlike strands grew taller and thicker as they moved up the hill so that her shins were eventually plowing through waves of vegetation, the shopping bag making a swishing sound as it skimmed along the top.

Halfway up the hill, the land leveled off as if to serve the cluster of apple trees that dominated the even plane. She stopped in the center of the orchard and turned to wait for the others. Clay was patiently making his way up the hill in a pair of slippery-soled loafers. Her mother and Earl followed slowly, her mother's hand grasping onto his elbow.

In the far distance, a few developments had sprung up over the years, but for the most part, everything within twenty miles remained unspoiled. Her parents had been lucky—they hadn't realized how lucky at the time—to find a property that was virtually surrounded by state-owned nature reserves, protected from the encroachment of real estate developers and urban sprawl.

Clay smiled up at her. "I can't believe I didn't think of this. Of course it's the perfect spot." As he arrived beside her, he added, "for so many reasons."

She took his hand. "I'm glad you think so."

Her mother sighed, suddenly looking much more tired than the climb justified. "You want to get married here?"

"Yes."

"Well . . ." She put her hands on her hips and gazed off into the distance. "How do you think you're going to fit all those chairs up here?"

"I was thinking people could stand."

"Stand? " She said this as if there had never been an occasion on which people had stood for a good thirty minutes beneath these very trees.

"Yeah."

Her mom was looking everywhere but at her. After a while, she gave a tight, forced smile, and Emily could see that there were tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Mom," she said, putting her arm around her. "It's not a sad thing."

"Yes, it is," her mother shot back. "It's a very sad thing."

Emily dropped her arm. "What I meant was . . . I wish you wouldn't see it as a sad thing to be having the ceremony here. I like the idea that he'll be here for it. You know?"

Her mother's lips began to tremble, and she brought a fist to her mouth.

Emily put her arm around her again.

Clay cast a glance at Earl, then said, "Maybe the two of you would like a few minutes up here alone."

Emily nodded.

As the men started to walk away, her mother pulled herself together. "We won't be long," she called after them.

She gave Emily's hand a couple of friendly pats to signal that she could remove the arm from her shoulder. "Have you told your father?"

It took a moment to adjust to this new line of conversation. "Um . . . No. I mean I haven't had the chance to speak to him yet." She didn't feel like mentioning the appointment tomorrow in Dr. Shepherd's office. If all went well, she'd probably tell him there.

"Oh," her mom said, reaching over to a nearby branch and twisting at the stem of a lone brown apple until it released into her palm. She examined it and then tossed it down the hill.

They both watched it roll and hop and roll again until it eventually disappeared into a tall mound of grass.

"How was Scotland?" Emily asked.

"You know . . . It was okay. Of course, shooting isn't really my thing. But it was very pretty, and Paris was fun."

Emily nodded, and they stood there quietly for a moment.

"What are we going to do about bathrooms?" Laura asked.

Emily's face fell. "I hadn't thought about that."

"I still don't see why you refuse to get married in the city."

"I want to do it here."

Laura rubbed her hands up and down her arms. "I should have worn a coat. Are you ready to go back?"

"You go ahead. I'm going to stay a little longer."

Her mother peered at her apprehensively. "I hope you're not upset with me."

"No. Not at all."

"I was only trying to be realistic about the problems you're facing here."

"I know."

"Don't worry. We'll make it work."

She smiled to let her mom know she appreciated the sentiment. Then, as Laura started down the hill, treading carefully on the path the four of them had cleared on the way up, Emily sat down and stared up through the bare apple branches at the sky. There was no symphony of insects, no rustle of leaves—just the sound of the wind blowing cold upon the wood and stroking the tops of the grass, a white noise interrupted by nothing but the occasional squawk of a crow.

One clenched, brown fist of fruit hung directly overhead. The wind moved the twigs around it. The branch itself even swayed a little. But the apple did not budge. It held strong and willfully still. She thought of how her brother had become a part of these trees, every rainfall and every snowmelt encouraging his ashes to be drunk up by the trees' roots, climbing from there high into the trunk and out through each limb to the buds, flowers, fruits, and leaves.

She wished that her brother would descend from the branches and come and sit beside her for a few minutes. He had always been the one to provide her with a sense of perspective, to let her know when she was being unreasonable, and to nudge her gently back toward her own version of equilibrium. She had never been able, and would never be able, to achieve that extraordinary level of balance which, for Thomas, was simply status quo.

Lying back on the grass, she closed her eyes. In the blackness, she could feel her brother stretched out beside her, propped up on an elbow, his head resting in his hand. It was as if they were lounging on a picnic blanket as they had done so many times over the years no matter whether it was sunny and warm or drizzling and cold.

I think you'd like Clay.

Even Mom likes him, miracle of miracles—crazy about him, in fact.

She imagined Thomas listening as he had always done, waiting until she'd said everything she needed to say before giving any sort of response. He remained still, expecting her to proceed.

He's such a good person. Really nice, solid . . .

Goddammit, the wind was relentless. Wiping a bit of moisture from her cheek, she shut her eyes more tightly. She wanted to keep talking so that the conversation would not end, but she couldn't think of anything else to say. The only response she got was from a crow way off in the distance. She lay there for a little while longer, trying to hold on to the image of Thomas lying beside her. But he was back up in the trees, out of reach.

Excerpted from The Embers by Hyatt Bass
Copyright © 2009 by HYATT BASS
Published in 2009 by Henry Holt and Company.

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Blessed with beauty, talent, and a loving family, the Aschers seem to have it all. Joe and Laura are the toast of New York—a wildly successful playwright and a wealthy, well-educated actress. Then one winter night, seventeen-year-old Thomas dies, and the Aschers lose everything. More than a decade later, as their daughter Emily's wedding approaches, the family yearns to reconnect. But in order to do so, Joe, Laura, and Emily will first have to confront the tangle of blame, guilt, and long-held secrets that tore them apart. Shifting between past and present over the course of sixteen years, The Embers is an utterly gripping and exquisitely tender story of a family struggling to reconcile the past and embrace the future.

About the Author

Hyatt Bass wrote, directed, and produced the film 75 Degrees in July, which was released in 2006. The Embers is her first novel.

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  • Posted July 18, 2009

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    A REMARKABLY ASSURED DEBUT

    When asked the theme of her engrossing debut novel Hyatt Bass replied, " Love, loss, betrayal, and the triumph of family bonds." Indeed, the elements of life itself. The Embers is an indepth portrayal of lives interrupted by tragedy, promises broken, and allegiances questioned. Yet it is so much more because Bass is an insightful, probing writer who fully realizes characters, and burnishes narrative with painterly detail. She chose to reveal her story through a series of flashbacks as three voices recall the past and examine the present.

    Many might see the Ascher family as one of a fortunate few. Father Joe is a highly successful playwright/actor. A bit self-absorbed perhaps but enjoying a loving relationship with his young daughter, Emily. Matriarch Laura is beautiful and stressed, not at all at home in what seems to be a disorderly household. Upon later reflection she sees Joe as one who "could soak up all of the energy in a room and take up all its space - and while that power had made him extremely alluring it had left nothing for her." Son Thomas is the peacemaker, the one pouring oil on any troubled waters.

    We first meet the Aschers in 2007 on a stretch of land in the Berkshires, the site of their vacation home which had burned to the ground. Emily is now an adult, a public defender who is engaged to be married, and wants the ceremony to take place on this spot of earth. Laura and her second husband, Earl, are also here. Joe is persona non grata as he is blamed for the accident that took Thomas's life. Nonetheless, Emily wants her father to walk her down the aisle, yet they have barely spoken since Thomas's death.

    At this point Joe is apparently washed up. He hasn't written anything in a dozen years, drinks far too much, cannot even seem to pen a resort review for a travel magazine. He's frightened, despising "the tendency of a bitter and barren public to generate in themselves a sense of superiority simply by passing judgment upon the creations of others. " He has never been able to tell Emily or anyone for that matter what really happened on the night of Thomas's death, yet it is seldom out of his thoughts.

    Each surviving member of the family is haunted in some way, each remembering the past differently. Yet they are irrevocably bound by ties that can never be broken, and memories of love once shared. With Emily's wedding in the offing is there a possibility of rapprochement, understanding, perhaps even forgiveness?

    The Embers is a story that engages both hearts and minds, one that will not easily be forgotten. With her first novel filmmaker Bass ( 75 Degrees In July) has displayed an amplitude of talent. When asked if her next project would be a film or a book, she said she was already at work on her second novel. I cannot wait to read it.

    - Gail Cooke

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  • Posted June 25, 2009

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    wonderful introspective novel

    Playwright and actor Joe Ascher believes he is the greatest artist of all time and expects his family to adulate him. His wife Laura suffers in silence his egomania accentuated by his womanizing. His daughter Emily has always tried to be daddy's little girl, but he only has time for himself. The only member of the family who lives harmoniously is Emily and Joe's son Thomas who was never concerned with what his father thought of him, but now he is dying from lymphoma.

    Now an attorney Emily is getting married to half Korean Clay. Their wedding is to be held in Berkshires at family vacation home where she and Tom spent their summers. The ceremony is on a hill where Tom's ashes were scattered as Emily needs her late brother at the wedding. Her parents are divorced; while Laura remarried, still womanizing Joe is a has been who hopes for one last glory hit like a former punch-drunk boxing champion going in for one more title fight long past his prime. His estranged daughter wants him to give her away, which may be his last chance to perform as a father.

    Rotating between the past and present, Hyatt Bass provides a fascinating tale that has few events, but differing perspectives as to what occurred. The story line is character driven by the Ascher family who are all fully developed protagonists seeing incidents totally different. Fans will enjoy the Butterfly Effect on a family as minor occurrences lead to major confrontations years afterward; thus the Aschers are victims of self induced inertia and chaos. EMBERS is a wonderful introspective novel though there is for practical purposes no action.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted December 1, 2009

    A Waste of Time

    I never cared about any of the thinly developed characters and dreaded picking up the book to continue reading it. These embers left me cold.

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  • Posted June 26, 2009

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    These Embers Are Cold

    The premise is promising: former wild-child daughter of divorced parents is about to marry.

    Emily Ascher decides to have her wedding on property in upstate New York that once held a family retreat from big city living. She recalls the times she spent growing up hear and reminisces about the brother she lost to a devastating disease. Through a series of flash-backs we are meant to learn of the inner workings as well as the dysfunctionality of this family. The bait being dangled before us is that there is a comfortable, if not rosy, to the conclusion of the story.

    Turns out this is the story of Joe Ascher, playwright, actor, man-about-town. This character is the pivotal person in the lives of each of his family members and we learn of things mainly through his point of view. It is Joe's actions that have brought daughter Emily and ex-wife Laura to the relationship they now share - mutual tolerance of each other. Both, however, blame Joe for the death of Thomas (son and brother) almost fifteen years earlier.

    The use of flashbacks in this story was somewhat disconcerting to me. I felt jolted each time the scene shifted as there was not even the slightest segue from one time frame to another. Keeping in mind the author's experience as a screenwriter I felt that the chapters worked almost like the shifting scenes one would see in a televised drama.

    Each of the characters is full of promise. Emily, as the once rebellious daughter of divorced parents, has become the so-called rock of the family: now a lawyer with a brilliant career about to marry a man who is the extreme opposite of her somewhat flamboyant father; Laura, as the long-suffering wife who lives in the shadow of her semi-famous philandering husband until she boots him out the door; Thomas, the true glue of the family who is diagnosed with lymphoma at an early age. Unfortunately, none of these characters was given any depth or complexity even when they interacted with each other.

    My favorite character was Ingrid, a young woman that Joe meets while on writing assignment. Sadly, we learn at the conclusion that while she was based on someone Joe sees through the hedges, everything we learn about her is purely fiction made up by Joe.

    A rushed ending, shallow characters, and nothing to define what 'the embers' truly are earn this novel a less than average rating from this reviewer.

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