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In 1957, Jane Weld was eleven years old when her father, Luce, disappeared. His skiff was found drifting near a marsh, empty except for his hunting coat and a box of shotgun shells. No one in their small New England town knew for sure what happened until, three years later, Luce’s skull rolled out of a gravel pit, a bullet hole in the temple. Rumors sprang up that he had been murdered by the jealous husband of his mistress, Ada Varick.

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Overview

In 1957, Jane Weld was eleven years old when her father, Luce, disappeared. His skiff was found drifting near a marsh, empty except for his hunting coat and a box of shotgun shells. No one in their small New England town knew for sure what happened until, three years later, Luce’s skull rolled out of a gravel pit, a bullet hole in the temple. Rumors sprang up that he had been murdered by the jealous husband of his mistress, Ada Varick.

Now, half a century later, Jane is still searching for the truth of her father’s death, a mystery made more urgent by the unexpected romance that her willful daughter, Marne, has struck up with one of Ada’s sons. As the love affair intensifies, Jane and Ada meet for their weekly Friday game of Scrabble, a pastime that soon transforms into a cat-and-mouse game of words long left unspoken, and dark secrets best left untold.

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In 1950s New England, in the midst of a steamy affair with married Ada, Luce Weld is murdered. Tripp's third novel (after The Season of Open Water) explores, sometimes tediously, these events and their long-term consequences on Weld's daughter, Jane (12 when he was killed); her daughter, Marne; and Ada's sons, Ray and Huck. After moving home to escape an aimless California existence, Marne begins to date Ray and the relationship encourages her to think more deeply about her mother, who she sees as hopelessly rigid. Jane meets Ada for a weekly Scrabble match; they almost never discuss the affair or murder, instead they talk about their children and, unfortunately, the progress of the game, wherein each new tile signifies a shift in power and bogs down an otherwise affecting tale about the need to, and danger of, confronting the past. Tripp shifts between many points of view and darts from 2004 to key moments of the '50s and '60s, heading chapters with titles, names, and dates to keep the many players straight. The result is a familiar literary soap opera that offers some surprising delights. (July)
From the Publisher

“A page-turning thriller--a game of Scrabble helps two families spell out the history of a small-town murder.”
--Better Homes and Gardens
 
“Elizabeth Strout fans will find a lot to admire about Dawn Tripp's new novel….[A] flair for drop-dead Yankee storytelling….as a grown daughter searches for clues to her long-lost father's ultimate fate in the arrangement of tiny wooden letters.”
--Minneapolis Star-Tribune
 
“A combination of thriller, mystery, and literary fiction; the secrets of a murder are revealed through an intense Scrabble game....[An] intelligent beach-read.”
--The Boston Phoenix
 
“A gracefully told character study of three intelligent, forbidding women and the men who love them, wrapped up in a taut, suspenseful mystery.”
--Booklist

“A mesmerizing novel about infatuation, enduring secrets, and our relentless quest to make amends. Dawn Tripp’s seductive and exalting prose builds a story so luminous that its scenes and images and daring ending will linger with you like half-remembered dreams.”—Jim Lynch, author of Border Songs
 
“In gorgeous, poetic language, Dawn Tripp narrates the lives of two families linked by scandal and tragedy and the ties that bind and divide them. This is a striking novel of beauty and grace. I adored every page.”—Mameve Medwed, author of How Elizabeth Barrett Browning Saved My Life
 
Game of Secrets is the perfect balance of well-crafted literature and gripping drama. I ached to know the outcome but couldn't bear to see my time in Dawn Tripp’s literary dream come to an end.”—Carol Cassella, author of Healer
 
“Tripp’s best novel to date, at once a beautiful, old-fashioned love story and a heart-stopping literary thriller . . . Earthy, funny, moving, and constantly surprising, Game of Secrets is a masterwork.”—Howard Frank Mosher, author of Walking to Gatlinburg
 
“A brilliant metaphor is at play in the center of Game of Secrets, Dawn Tripp’s extraordinary new novel. In the ongoing play of a board game, Tripp illuminates deep truths about the way we try to piece the world together into meaning, working with what we are given, struggling with family and fate and desire. This is a truly important work by one of our finest writers.”—Robert Olen Butler, Pulitzer Prize–winning author of A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain

“A hypnotic literary mystery . . . Startlingly original, Dawn Tripp’s haunting novel explores the secrets we keep even from ourselves.”—Caroline Leavitt, author of Pictures of You

“Exquisitely written, Game of Secrets is an intriguing drama about two families, the decades-old secret between them, and the revelations that emerge from a seemingly innocent game. This is an absorbing, poignant, and powerful read.”—Jessica Treadway, author of Please Come Back to Me
 
“Fair warning: Don’t start Game of Secrets unless you’re prepared to finish it in one sitting, because once these characters get into your head they don’t let go.”—Kim Wright, author of Love in Mid Air
 
“Lush, perfectly calibrated language that opens doors on every page through which the enchanted reader falls.”—Jenny White, author of The Winter Thief
 
“A wonderfully evocative, gorgeously written novel about small-town secrets . . . Gritty and realistic, the novel taunts us with clue after clue until the characters’ darkest secrets are revealed.”—Michael White, author of Soul Catcher

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400061884
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/5/2011
  • Pages: 272
  • Product dimensions: 9.30 (w) x 6.52 (h) x 0.96 (d)

Meet the Author

Dawn Tripp graduated from Harvard and lives in Massachusetts with her husband and two sons. She is the author of the novels Moon Tide and The Season of Open Water, which won the Massachusetts Book Award for Fiction.
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Ray

Marne

June 3, 2004

Back in January, I got the phone call from Alex that brought me home from California. The next week, I took my mother grocery shopping up at Lees. She got stuck only once, in the produce section, picking through the pears, unable to decide which ones she should buy. “So many choices these days,” she murmured to me, apologetic and with a touch of sadness, like she could feel the glitch in her but was unable to correct it, so I decided for her. In the checkout line, I had that feeling you get sometimes when someone’s eyes are on you, and I turned and saw Ray three aisles away and, for a moment, I couldn’t place him, then all at once I did. His face looked thin, much thinner than it should have—a look in his eyes like they’d been scraped. Then the girl at the register was asking whether I wanted plastic or paper, and Ray was still looking at me, that look in his eyes replaced by something different that gave me a little jump, electric-like, and I stared back. Just stared.

“There’s Ray,” my mother said. I snapped out of it and gave him a wave like I should have in the first place, he smiled and waved back, and everything was natural, normal, like it should be. And after he’d made it through checkout, he stopped to say hello, and asked when I’d gotten back from California. By then, our groceries were bagged and loaded into the cart, and he walked outside with us, and the winter sunlight hit me hard as we stepped through the automatic door, untenable and bright, everything caught up short in the unexpected.

He was getting a divorce, my brother Alex told me. Of course, over the next couple of months, I’d run into him here and there. Or he’d drop by the house, looking for Alex. But whenever Ray’s around, I can’t seem to find two words to rub together, a tense kind of rustle moves through me—the wrong kind of feeling, I know, for someone so off-limits.

Two strikes up front: He’s my brother’s best friend, and Ada Varick’s son. Ada’s wreaked her share of havoc in our family. She was the irresistibly beautiful reason my grandfather Luce Weld was killed, back in 1957—murdered, so it’s said, for loving her too much. Not that Ada’s hold has been any lighter on the rest of us—look at my mother, still trekking over to the Council on Aging every Friday, still in thrall to her Ada and their games.

It’s hard to imagine sometimes—it’s a thing I’ve never quite gotten my mind around—how my mother, Luce Weld’s only daughter, came to be friends with Ada Varick in the first place. Ada was twenty years older, a different ilk. I asked my mother once how it started, how she came to be invited into that knot of four or five women who met every Friday for Scrabble.

“Vivi Butler called me up one day out of the blue and asked me,” she answered, simply.

“And you went?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

She seemed surprised that I would wonder, even shy.

I never knew my grandfather Luce. I wouldn’t know if I tripped on his shade in the street. But I’ve heard the story:

Luce Weld—rakish no-good—bootlegger turned poultry thief. Ran booze back in the twenties, made money to beat hell, but wore trouble, couldn’t keep that shit off his shoe. He did time for man?slaughter and, when he got out, managed to land a smart, pretty girl, my grandmother Emily. They had only one child, my mother, Jane. But Luce was no stay-at-home. He set his sight on Ada Varick, and it got stuck there. Ada, from what I have heard, was quite a stunner back then.

Luce went missing the fall of ’57. His skiff was found staked to the marsh near the creek below the gravel pit off Drift Road. Talk was someone caught him stealing one too many times and dealt him what for. Ran him out of town or flung him off the flat edge of the world for good. Maybe. However it happened, it was all just talk until the state came down, took land, and started laying in the new highway. Early sixties, they dug fill for the new bridge from the gravel pit upriver on the Drift Road side. As one load of gravel got dumped, a skull rolled out, a bullet hole in it, neat as neat. Anyone putting two and two together wagered that skull was the last scant trace of Luce Weld.

***

It’s early June, and I am not looking where I’m going as I step out the storm door, or rather, I am looking down at the book in my hand, and I trip over the foot of a ladder, not realizing exactly what I have done until I hear the smash of metal on wood and a shout from above, the book has flown out of my hand, and the ladder is falling away from the house. I look up and see the flash of a boot disappear just in time over the edge of the roof, a bucket of paint set on a rung above knocked off—

Shit.

A splash of whiteness, vaguely coherent, spills past my face, patterning my shirt; it lands with an echoing clang as the ladder strikes the ground.

“You alright down there?” I hear Ray’s voice call down from the roof. I glance up and his face appears. “Oh hey, Marne”—looking down from his gorgeous benevolent heaven at the idiocy that is me. My brother comes around the side of the house and takes it all in.

“How’d you manage that?” he growls. Yeah, Alex—like breaking Ray’s neck was at the top of my to-do list. Picking up the ladder, he sets it back against the gutter above the door, and Ray climbs down. “I am so sorry,” I mumble, unable to look at him.

“Paint missed your book,” he says lightly. The book’s lying open on the steps below me, pages askew. Ray scoops it up and hands it to me. “It’s no big deal.” His voice with that gentle hook in it I’ve begun to hear lately when he talks to me.

There’s a sizable white pool of paint on the ground. Alex has started kicking dirt onto it, to soak it up. He’s ticked. “Give me a hand, Ray.”

“Here, let me help,” I say.

“You’ve done your part,” Alex sighs. “Get out of here.”

I feel my face flush, and slip back inside. My mother’s just coming up from downcellar. At first she doesn’t seem to see me, she’s got that distracted look, I can tell by how she moves, like her body’s in glass, and for once I am grateful. But then she notices me as I head toward the stairs. Her eyes focus.

“What happened?” she says.

“Nothing.” I set the book down.

“Is everyone alright, Marne? I heard a crash. What happened?”

“Just fine.”

“That shirt’s ruined.”

“It’s really just fine.”

“Use some warm water. Here, sweetheart, take it off. I’ll do it.”

“No, thanks, Mom. Really. I can do it.”

She follows me into the kitchen anyway, and we get into a bit of a scrap at the sink, about water temperature, should it be hot or cold for latex, soap or vinegar. This is her province, I know, I should let her call the shots, but my composure has slid off the map, and I just want to be left alone. “It really makes no difference, Mom,” I say sharply.

“The stain’ll set.”

“It’s not like it’s Kool-Aid or blood.”

She’s pulling out bottles from the lazy susan. “It’ll set if you don’t get it out.”

“It’s an old shirt.”

“It’s a nice shirt.”

“Lay off, Mom.”

“You should try to save it.”

“I don’t need to save it!”

She stops, looks at me. “Warmer water,” she says, “that’s a bit cold.”

She twists the faucet, I resist the urge to push away her hand and twist it back. Pretty soon everything’s soaked through, the wet shirt sticking to my skin, and she’s telling me I should just take it off, she’ll get that stain out, but I have no interest in being caught at the sink window in my bra. My mother is still standing beside me, she’s got her bottle of vinegar out, uncapped, some salt, a kitchen rag, and that calm and awful patience she will get sometimes when she knows she is right and it is only a matter of time before I come around to see it her way. And it occurs to me Alex was wrong. This is not working out. I should have stayed in California.

I hear a truck pass by, someone leaning down hard on the horn, I glance up in time to see Ray’s brother Huck in his cherry-red F150, his hand out the window, casting his signature flick-off wave to Ray and Alex who are still out front in the yard, kicking dirt over the mess I made. They wave back, laughing. As the truck veers away, I can just make out the two bumper stickers he’s had on there for years. One that reads: for a small town this one sure has a lot of assholes. The other: proud to be american. If there is one person walking the earth I can’t fucking stand, that person is Huck.

Redneck throwback. Verge of cretinoid. He went after my best friend, Elise, when he was thirty-something and we were in high school, robbed her cradle, then dumped her for some slutty girl. Pushing sixty now, Huck can’t seem to understand why the world hasn’t shit gold coins on his head. He’s still got that dazed sort of juvenile swagger, like he just stepped out of a Bruce Springsteen song run amok.

Ray’s older brother, I remind myself wryly. Strike three. You Are Out.

I strip my shirt off, thrust it at my mom, and go upstairs to get the paint off my face and hands.

When I come back down, it’s just noon. Alex and Ray are sitting at the kitchen table, drinking lemonade. My mother has fixed them sandwiches, cut on the diagonal like she’s forgotten they’re not ten years old. Ray gives me a quick smile. I pour a cup of coffee. Alex is skimming the newspaper, the obituaries. That’s all he’ll read—he’s like our father that way. What else is news?

As I sit down with my coffee, my mother asks, “Can I get you something, Marne?” The rote question.

I shake my head. “I’m good.”

“Some toast?”

“Mom, can’t you just—” I see my brother’s mouth tighten. “Well, okay,” I say. “Sure.”

A beat of silence. Ray gets up, walks out into the hall. I hear the bathroom door close.

I pick up my book, an old library book of my mother’s I found last night in the shelf at the top of the stairs on my way up to bed. Wrapped in taped plastic, the call number 1174c stamped cockeyed onto the white sticker at the base of the spine. Through the sheer of the plastic, the black boards, squared binding, the letters of the title in stylized gilt. It was the title that drew me. The Secret of Light. But then I opened it and saw it was all marked up, scribbled notes in the margins, my mother’s—I could tell by the handwriting, though it’s childish. It surprised me when I found it. So unlike her, not to return a book due, and this one so long overdue, the last date on the manila pocket: 1957. She would have been around twelve. The year her father, Luce, disappeared.

I glance at her. She has pulled out two slices of bread for my toast and put them in the toaster. She turns the knob halfway around. They will come out too light. She comes over to the table with the bag of Wavy Lays and dishes out another round of chips onto my brother’s plate. Alex is, has always been, a quintessential momma’s boy. Forty-two years old, he still lets her cut the seeds out of his tangerines.

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Reading Group Guide

1. Discuss the role of love in Game of Secrets, particularly the role it plays in the three women’s lives. How does love relate to the other themes in the novel, such as longing, absence, violence, and memory?
 
2. At one point, toward the end of the game, Jane says to Ada: "Love is only this: A tiny nothing, a slip of the tongue, a glance. A world can be built on a glance." Do you agree? Discuss.
 
3. Consider the differences among the three women in the novel, and how these qualities affect their interactions, and the courses of their individual lives. How does the friendship between Ada and Jane impact Marne’s relationship with her mother? In what ways are Jane and Marne similar and in what ways are they different? What do the women learn about themselves through one another? Does this reflect dynamics in the female relationships in your own life?

4.  What are the secrets that are kept in the novel, and who keeps them? What are the secrets that are told, and how does the telling impact the story? Are there mysteries that still remain at the novel’s end? If so, what are they and why do you think the author left them unresolved?

5. Discuss the role of silence in the novel. How do Jane and Ada, as well as the other characters, use - or refuse - language in order build their lives and their relationships with others? Are there silences in your family and in your friendships that are necessary to keep? What do those silences represent? Discuss.

6. Luce, and the mystery surrounding his death, plays a pivotal role in the story, yet he is little more than a ghost. How does the absence of this man - rather than his presence - drive the story? How do other forms of loss function in the novel? Do you believe that absence can propel us as much or more than presence?  Discuss.

7. The bridge that joins the small town of Westport to the world outside is a significant metaphor in Game of Secrets. To Jane and Ada, the bridge and the new highway also mark a distinct separation between the past and the present. Discuss. In what sense does the past keep these characters together and in what sense does it break them apart?

8. Game of Secrets is a ‘mosaic’ narrative, in that it is told from the perspective of several different characters. It also moves back and forth in time. Why do you think Tripp chose to tell the story this way? What do we learn that we might not know otherwise?

9. One central motif in the novel is the Scrabble game that Ada and Jane play every Friday. Why do you think Tripp chose this particular game? Discuss the ways the structure of the narrative echoes the game that Jane and Ada play.

10. Ada and Jane have very different styles of play. What do these styles reveal about how each woman has chosen to live her life? Is your style of play more closely aligned with Jane’s or with Ada’s? What do you think this says about you, if anything? Tripp has said that Scrabble was an important game in her family while she was growing up. Are there games that have been essential in your life, and in the life of your family?

11. Marne's hatred for Huck is overt and palpable in the early stages in the novel. Discuss what Huck represents to Marne. Are there commonalities between them, as well the differences, that breed Marne’s loathing? How do her feelings for him change over the course of the novel? Why? How did your understanding of Huck evolve in the course of the novel?

12. Both Jane and Marne have a particular and almost secretive relationship with books in Game. Jane writes in the margins of her books of poetry, conversing in a way she doesn't seem to do in life, while Marne excises passages from books, a habit that then transforms into her work with origami. What do Marne’s origami birds represent to you? How do the birds inform her character, her life, and her relationships?

13. At the end of the novel, several essential secrets are revealed. Do these revelations change the way you understand Jane and the story? Looking back over the novel, do you now see clues you didn’t pick up on the first reading?
 

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  • Posted February 28, 2013

    A lyrical, sometimes exciting read (in the sense of what are the

    A lyrical, sometimes exciting read (in the sense of what are the characters going to say or do next), it is also a mystery, and a love story. Dawn Tripp has managed to write about a very real town, and peopled it with a wonderful kind of distillation of characters. Intense and almost recognizable, the people in Game of Secrets are the soul and rhythm of the book, but genuinely fictional. Literary, without being obscure, Game of Secrets was fun to read and difficult to put down. I await your next book with anticipation.

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  • Posted July 11, 2012

    Two families twisted together by romance and murder

    Game of Secrets is the story of two families that are twisted together by a budding romance, an affair, and a murder. In 1957, Luce Weld was murdered by a gunshot to the head. At the time of his murder he was having an affair with Ada Varick. It is widely believed that Ada’s husband, Silas, is the one who put the bullet in Luce.

    Jump ahead to 2004, Jane age 60, Luce’s daughter, plays Scrabble weekly with Ada, 80, in hope of learning more about Luce’s romance and eventual murder. Marne, Jane’s daughter , has moved back to New England from California and begins a relationship with her childhood crush Ray, Ada and Silas’ son.
    I found this book easy to read, but for some reason it didn’t flow well for me. There were many times I had to go back and re-read part of the story. It seemed at times there were run on sentences and too much description and carrying on. I am still not sure what really happen to Luce, did Silas shoot him?

    That said, the story between Jane and Ada playing Scrabble and the tales they told were by far my favorite parts of the book. The reminiscing is exactly how I believe my grandma and her friends spend their time. Those are the stories every daughter or granddaughter should want to know and keep re-telling.

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  • Posted June 20, 2012

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    An emotionally woven wooden roller coaster ride.

    As you partake in Game of Secrets you awaken your senses to a place and time that feels familiar as if you yourself have been there before. The characters in this novel feel frozen in time as emotions ripple through with every turned of the page. The main characters have so much in common yet they keep those emotions encased within themselves as if waiting for someone to come along and crack their shells. As the story unfolds it weaves back and forth between not only different characters but also the past and present, as different characters are place into the limelight.

    The main character' consist of three women Jane, Marne her daughter and Ada Varick the former mistress of Jane's father. Jane meets weekly with Ada for a game of scrabble as the past unravels between them. While Marne, Jane's daughter who is in her 30's and now back living at home with mom and dad has given in to old feelings for Ray the son of Ada.

    This prose is quite unique and not like I have ever come across before in a book. At first I was not even sure if I even liked this story as it took a few chapters for me to get used to the authors style. This is one book one needs to read slowly, if not you will surely miss the clues within the story and the meanings of the secrets brought together between past and present. It reinforced for me that sense that we are all somehow connected, each and every thought, emotion, word spoken has meaning no matter how insignificant each one may feel. Like a word on a scrabble board we are all woven in between place, time and others.

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  • Posted April 2, 2012

    Dawn Tripp's Game of Secrets plays itself out through luminous a

    Dawn Tripp's Game of Secrets plays itself out through luminous accounts of vastly different characters and through an afternoon's routine game of Scrabble between friends. The setting becomes vivid as Richard Russo's Empire Falls, and the characters as richly painted as well. A subtle tale of scathing secrets, and families who keep those secrets tucked away to protect their small town life and the people they love. Highly recommended for fans of Richard Russo and readers of literary fiction.

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  • Posted October 10, 2011

    Well written but don't expect a shocking ending

    Based on the title and description, I thought that there would be a Oh, my God." moment regarding the history and putting pieces of the puzzle together. It is definitely worth the read however, as it keeps the reader engaged.

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