Isabel's Bed: A Novel

Isabel's Bed: A Novel

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by Elinor Lipman
     
 

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When Harriet Mahoney first sees it, Isabel Krug's bed is covered with sheared sheep and littered with celebrity biographies. Unpublished, fortyish, and recently jilted, Harriet has fled Manhattan for Isabel's loudly elegant Cape Cod retreat, where she will ghostwrite The Isabel Krug Story, based on the sexy blond's scandalous tabloid past. Unusually "talented"…  See more details below

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When Harriet Mahoney first sees it, Isabel Krug's bed is covered with sheared sheep and littered with celebrity biographies. Unpublished, fortyish, and recently jilted, Harriet has fled Manhattan for Isabel's loudly elegant Cape Cod retreat, where she will ghostwrite The Isabel Krug Story, based on the sexy blond's scandalous tabloid past. Unusually "talented" in the man department ("I give lessons"), Isabel revamps and inspires Harriet as they gear up to tell all, including the tangled history Isabel shares with her odd lodger, Costas. Life according to Isabel is a nonstop soap opera extravaganza, an experience to be swallowed whole -- and the attitude is catching....

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Lipman's romantic comedy concerns true love, female friendship and the writing life. (Aug.)
Library Journal
Lipman (The Way Men Act, LJ 12/91) has written another winner. Would-be writer Harriet Mahoney, fresh from the breakup of a 12-year relationship, answers a newspaper ad for a live-in ghostwriter. Because she sounds "normal," Harriet finds herself in a stunning house on the Cape with Isabel Krug, a blonde bombshell. Isabel wants to tell the world her side of how she happened to be in bed with her rich lover when his wife shot and killed him. The novel is full of zany twists as we meet Isabel's on-again, off-again husband (and stepfather) Costas Dimantopoulos; Nan Van Vleet, the freed murderess; and Pete, the appealing jack-of-all-trades. Within the book-bidding wars and the search for the "voice" for her book, Isabel finds a true friend and Harriet finds even more. Recommended for popular collections.-Rebecca S. Kelm, Northern Kentucky Univ. Lib., Highland Heights
George Needham
Harriet Mahoney is an aspiring, unsuccessful writer who is evicted by her live-in lover of 14 years so that he can marry his much younger girlfriend. Desperate for a place to live and despairing of her muse, Harriet is hired as a ghost writer by Isabel Krug, the "other woman" in the murder of the century (at least for that week). Harriet moves into Isabel's gorgeous home on Cape Cod to work on her autobiography. Through Isabel's tutelage, her resistance to the criticisms of Isabel's artist husband, and a budding romance with handyman Pete, Harriet begins to develop a new and more rounded personality. The autobiography, however, proceeds slowly until the murderer, the victim's wife, is released from the hospital in which she's been rehabilitated and threatens to write her own tell-all book. Author Lipman must have suffered through many writing classes in her career; she captures the "fingernails on a blackboard" quality of Harriet's writing perfectly. This is a delightful, gentle, knowing satire of writers, the publishing and entertainment industries, the art world, and the vagaries of love.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781439122044
Publisher:
Washington Square Press
Publication date:
12/14/2010
Sold by:
SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
400
Sales rank:
495,304
File size:
2 MB

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From Chapter 1
WINTER BEFORE LAST, a tea-leaf reader at a psychic fair looked into my cup and said she saw me living in a house with many beds and a big-mouth blonde. At the time it meant nothing to me. I was sharing a one-bedroom apartment in Manhattan with a balding, malcontent boyfriend of twelve years, who said we'd get married if I conceived his child or when he felt like it. Since I was looking for literary prophecies -- that I'd write a best-seller or at least find an agent -- and because my tea-leaf reader wore, in a room full of gauzy peasantwear, a knock-off Chanel suit, I moved on to another booth.
Six weeks later, Kenny took me out to dinner at an expensive chef-owned restaurant and told me he was ambivalent about us. I said what I'd been saving for such an occasion -- that we were commonlaw spouses by now and he'd better get over his ambivalence.
"I met someone," he replied.
There went twelve years: my youth. In three months, he was married.
So at forty-one, feeling like eighty, I was looking for something -- a job, a friend, a hiding place where I could live out my days -- when I overheard a stranger on the subway confide to her seatmate, "There are no guarantees in this world, but chances are that people who take out ads in the New York Review of Books aren't idiots or crooks." I bought my first issue and read the personals for laughs, circling one or two that didn't ask for "pretty" or "vivacious" before my eyes wandered into "Share." And there it was, my answer, my job, my tea-leaf destiny:
Book in progress? While you're at it, why not share my Cape retreat? Gourmet kitchen, beach rights, wild blueberries. Considering lap pool. Roomy and peaceful: your life will be your own. Write me about your spectacular self. Room and board negotiable in exchange for services. Include writing sample. Box 8152.
"Harriet Mahoney," I heard between the lines, "Your troubles are over. Box 8152 will cure everything that's been wrong with your life." I could see myself, a better me, at this Cape retreat: at my typewriter, sharing thoughts and kitchenprivileges with a kindred soul, baking wild blueberries into muffins.
In the past, I would have signed up for a course on pouring my heart into a cover letter, but I figured even prophecies had expiring deadlines. I had to write the letter of my life, threading my frayed self through the eye of the employment needle into the Yes pile; to find the silver lining in the fact that I'd spent my thirties unofficially engaged to a spoiled child; to put a good face on my B.A. in English from a defunct women's college, my two unpublished novels, and a string of secretarial jobs where I had learned to clear the paper path in all makes of copying machines.
So I wrote that for twelve years I had successfully shared quarters with a challenging roommate, that I was intelligent, considerate, and neat. I sent a laser-printed chapter from my first novel, American Apology, along with its best rejection letter ("competently written, at times even affecting") and a short story that my writing group insisted The New Yorker should have taken.
Although dozens of people applied, people with Ph.D.s and hardcover contracts, it was my letter that Isabel Krug liked best. "I didn't want any big shots," she told me later. "No prima donnas. You sounded normal."
She liked the "secretary" part. She wanted someone to ghostwrite her story, and she figured if it were a simple matter of channeling her voice through someone else's fingertips, why not a blunt set that typed 105 words a minute?
Over the phone she asked without apology how old I was, if I'd been in jail, if I had AIDS or the HIV virus, if I'd be squeamish about male visitors, and if I drove a stick.
It wasn't a tone I could stand forever, but it was offering what I needed. Assuming I had beat out the others on the strength of my prose and my suddenly spectacular self, I accepted ecstatically. Without meeting Isabel Krug. Without asking who else lived in this Cape retreat. Without asking what her story was.

Copyright © 1995 by Elinor Lipman

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Meet the Author

Elinor Lipman started writing fiction by night while working at a teachers’ magazine by day. Her first book, Into Love and Out Again, was published in 1987; its centerpiece was seven connected stories, novella-length, which gave her the courage to try a novel. Then She Found Me came out in 1990 (eighteen years later it was adapted into a feature film), followed by The Way Men Act, Isabel’s Bed, The Inn at Lake Devine, The Ladies’ Man, The Dearly Departed, The Pursuit of Alice Thrift, My Latest Grievance, and most recently, The Family Man. Her honors include the New England Book Award and the Poetry Center’s Fiction Prize. She divides her time between leafy western Massachusetts and New York City. Visit ElinorLipman.com to find out more.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Northampton, Massachusetts, and New York, New York
Date of Birth:
October 16, 1950
Place of Birth:
Lowell, Massachusetts
Education:
A.B., Simmons College, 1972; Honorary Doctor of Letters, Simmons College, 2000

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Isabel's Bed 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is good,but I have to say it is quite boring. At first you can't put it down, but by the end you cant pick it up. I must praise the beginning. It is very interesting and I couldent put it down. By the end i have lost interest. I still have yet to pick up the half read book.
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NatalieTahoe More than 1 year ago
Now this was a great book -- some really quirky characters and an incredibly original plot really juiced up the urge to keep reading and to turn each page until the very end. I fell for the author's push for me to love certain characters, and dislike others, and I enjoyed the ride. A great book for traveling, beach reads, and your general desire to get away from it all and relax.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was so good. The ending was the biggest disappointment since we found out who shot Mr. Burns.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved the characters, but felt like the rug was pulled out from under me with the ending. The story line took an abrupt turn and none of the things it had been building to were concluded.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I picked up this book at a BN and sat down on a Sunday night at about 7:00 pm and read it all the way through until about 3:00 am. It certainly was a page-turner. I was sad to see how the book ended though. Everything kind of climaxed a little late in the book and then sort of just ended with Harriet going in a totally different direction. I did enjoy the characters though, and couldn't put it down.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I found myself loving Isabel from the beginning. Her rude and unapologetic ways left me feeling very at home. It was just great to pick up and read a cute little novel. It was charming.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Reading this book was like hanging out with hilarious old friends. I smiled the whole way through.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'll admit, it took a second reading for me to enjoy this book. After the first reading, I thought Harriet was sort of pathetic, although I loved the characters of Isabel and Pete. I'm not even sure why I read it again...but I'm glad I did, because I enjoyed it much more the second time! Perhaps it was the passage of time and the changing of goals in my own life that made me more sympathetic towards Harriet. Also, Lipman injects her characters with such great humor and humanity - especially Isabel, who is a delight in her strange way. I recommend giving this book a shot...and if you don't like it, try again in seven years!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Isabel's Bed is one of the funniest, most enjoyable books I've ever read. I highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys contemporary fiction and really strong characters and dialouge.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Tries to be titillating, but is sooooo borrrring.... I couldn't maintain an interest in any characters except that 'bad' boyfriend who kicked out the main character, and who could blame him? A directionless person at the crossroads of life? Could turn into something good, but instead, I wanted to slap Harriet, and say, 'Live your own life, you wuss!' Had there been an option to give no stars, I would have seized it. However, I must assign at least one star, so I will also concede that there were no spelling errors or typos.