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by Ann Pearlman

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Ann Pearlman's 'Infidelity' is the true story of the devastating effects of marital betrayal on three generations of American women: her grandmother, her mother, and herself.


Ann Pearlman's 'Infidelity' is the true story of the devastating effects of marital betrayal on three generations of American women: her grandmother, her mother, and herself.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
An unusually vivid and striking account of the effects of men's affairs on their wives and daughters, this memoir spans three generations of the author's Jewish family. The women are close and discuss the gambling, alcoholism and "Don Juanism" of their men, even with the younger girls present; they encourage the girls always to remain able to support themselves and their children. Pearlman's gift for characterization shines through in her portrayal of her intelligent and charismatic father, who explains Freud to her and her brother at family dinners, which are often served late because he secretly visits his mistress after work. Following the sage advice of her female relatives, Pearlman travels, takes lovers and earns her M.S.W. to become a therapist/counselor. "Determined not to redo my mother's marriage," she eventually marries an African-American football player and artist she is certain will remain faithful to her and to whom she can be faithful. After 30 years with him, and after having published a book on keeping the passion alive in a long-term marriage, however, Pearlman discovers her husband's affair with a married Japanese student in one of the university art courses he teaches. While the experiences of her clients in therapy hauntingly reflect her own, Pearlman gives herself one year to either save her marriage or end it. In compact sentences and chapters, Pearlman uses the present tense to bring scenes from all stages of her life to full-color vitality. This collection of vignettes coalesces into an immediate, personal story of depth and power, as gripping as a good novel. (Sept.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|

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This is my first restaurant meal with my father. I am between Daddy and Mother. I finger the thickness of the coarse white tablecloth and clink the empty glass with my fork. Mother frowns and shakes her head. The waitress, her dark hair a shining helmet, moves behind us to pour water. She spills a drop when she pours Daddy's, which seeps slowly on the cloth.

"Oh, pardon me. I'll get that right up." She dabs it with a napkin. She smells of roses and grease. Her fingers are poised around her pencil, pink nails curve at the ends.

"Ready to order?" When she approaches my father, her voice slides down just a little.

"What did you think of the White Sox?" he asks her. "Catch any night games?" He flashes her a broad smile.

"Whenever I can." Her laugh is slow and throaty and doesn't match her gentle voice. Daddy's eyes sweep her hips as she walked away. I see him watching her. And he looks away. She has a slender, tight body, while Mother's is lush.

She wets her lips. "Yeah. Well, I was supposed to go with my boyfriend, but..."

She taps her pencil point against her pad and raises her eyes to the ceiling.

"But:" Daddy pursues.

"He was rained out."

He laughs. "I have some tickets for tomorrow night's game."

"Lucky you." She raises one eyebrow. "Well, can I get you anything else?"

"No. We're fine for now," Mother replies.

Polly returns with our plates, sets down my turkey, the gravy with a grease slick on top. She slides Daddy's steak and potato from her arm. She bends at the knees to do it, leans closely over him.

"That was quick," he says.

"Well, I try to serve my customers well." Her voice is low and she says her words slowly.

"I might be able to you some tickets to a night game. Might have some right here." Daddy pats his gray suit pocket, checking inside his jacket. He pierces her with his black eyes, scans her. He is aware of here every movement, turn of phrase.

"Oh, yeah. My girlfriend loves the Sox, too." Polly flashes a smile. Her lips glisten a soft pink. "Oh, my next order's up." She winks at him and sashays away. His charm has won her over.

Daddy rests his hand on Mother's arm. His blunt tan fingers and sparse hairs are at home on her pale blue sweater. "Might as well make things fun," he says.

Mother flashes her casual smile and for a moment, I am swallowed by her warmth.

"Ah. My family," Daddy says.

Meet the Author

About the Author: Ann Pearlman was born in Washington D.C., and grew up in Pittsburgh and Chicago. She studied at the University of Pittsburgh, University of Iowa, and Case Western Reserve University. She is a marriage and family therapist in private practice and has written two books. She studied fiction writing a Squaw Valley, Sewanee, and the University of Michigan. The mother of adopted and biological children, Ann lives with her teenage daughter in an oak and aspen.

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