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Sex and the City meets Jane Austen in a wickedly funny, razor-sharp novel about the fortunes and misfortunes, expectations and regrets of seven women who shared long-ago summers at an elite Jewish girls’ camp.

Anyone who’s ever wondered what happened to the girls in the exclusive cliques of adolescence will delight in The J.A.P. Chronicles. With the wry wit and keen eye and ear of a latter-day Jane Austen, Isabel Rose (herself a scion of a ...

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Overview

Sex and the City meets Jane Austen in a wickedly funny, razor-sharp novel about the fortunes and misfortunes, expectations and regrets of seven women who shared long-ago summers at an elite Jewish girls’ camp.

Anyone who’s ever wondered what happened to the girls in the exclusive cliques of adolescence will delight in The J.A.P. Chronicles. With the wry wit and keen eye and ear of a latter-day Jane Austen, Isabel Rose (herself a scion of a prominent New York family) provides the ultimate insider’s look at the glamorous upper-crust society that even Carrie Bradshaw would give her Jimmy Choos to join.

When seven former bunkmates at Willow Lake Camp reunite for the camp’s one hundredth anniversary, the event brings more than just a revival of the old camp spirit. Ali Cohen, an Oscar-nominated filmmaker and former camp outcast, plans to make a documentary about her former bunkmates. The ugly duckling turned successful self-made swan secretly hopes that that her teenage tormentors will have grown into adult losers.

As each woman steps into focus, however, it becomes clear that it is not quite that simple. Sure, Arden can’t keep a job (even as a nanny!), Jessica is stuck in regional theater, and Dafna has lost both her job and her $20,000 per month stipend from her father. But Laura is apparently flourishing as a Los Angeles superagent, and Beth has found happiness by throwing over her dull but successful fiancé for her wedding photographer. Even Wendy, golden girl turned Short Hills housewife, has managed to skirt around old regrets and long-stifled urges—until seeing an old acquaintance stirs them up again.

Funny, smart, and ultimately moving, The J.A.P. Chronicles opens a whole new perspective on the girls from the “best families” and on the money, culture, and expectations that define their lives.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Annoying JAPS get their just desserts and much more in this sour tale of seven former bunk mates from prestigious Willow Lake Camp. The ex-campers gather for a reunion 10 years later, to be chronicled by videographer Ali Cohen, renegade in a nose ring and purple hair, newly pregnant and former victim of severe hazing by the other six girls. Anxious to bury her ghosts, Ali proposes a new documentary: a project showing the crucial moments in each of their lives. As she hoped, her former tormentors are far from happy: Dafna Schapiro has lost her daddy's $20K per month allowance; Beth Rosenblatt is preparing for the wedding of a century to a nice rich Jewish man about whom she couldn't care less; Arden Finkelstein is in and out of rehab; Jessica Bloom is a failing actress trapped in summer stock; Laura Berman is a high-powered talent agent with a lump in her breast; and Wendy Levin, perfect housewife and mother, is secretly having an affair with a woman. Snide references to Daddy's money, wise marriages, greed, Valium, spas and blowouts, nose jobs and shiksas abound, and Rose has a penchant for punishing her characters in Old Testament ways: the promiscuous one gets raped; the cruel one is leading an angry, fearful life with her female lover; the powerful one gets cancer. Less funny-mean than plain old not-funny, Rose's debut falls flat. Agent, Sally Wofford-Girand. (May 17) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Successful filmmaker Ali Cohen, who's making a documentary about her camp days, guiltily hopes that her mean-girl bunkmates don't amount to much. A debut from successful screenwriter Rose (Anything but Love). Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
What drama lurks behind the smooth social facade of wealthy young Jewish women in the New York Tri-State area? Actress/screenwriter/first-novelist Rose tells all. Ali Cohen doesn't have good memories of Camp Willow Lake, an exclusive summer spot for the toniest of Jewish society. Ali was a social outcast, and something particularly ugly happened one night in the woods when she was there. But now she's all grown up and has even been nominated for an Academy Award for her documentary work. That's why she's been invited back to shoot a video about Willow Lake's 100th anniversary. It's the perfect excuse to dig into the lives of all the popular girls who made her life hell. They haven't all turned out so wonderfully. Arden has become a drug addict after the success of her first performance art piece. Dafna is such a princess that even her father couldn't stand to employ her; she's out of a job and can't land a man to support her. Beth, who's never done much thinking, suddenly realizes she doesn't want to marry her fiance and runs off with the wedding photographer. Jessica, who'd always dreamed of Broadway, is doing regional theater in Florida. Successful Hollywood agent Laura doesn't have the time or inclination to help Jessica or anyone else. And queen bitch Wendy lives in terror that her secret life will be revealed. The plentiful stereotypes here are embellished with such convincing specifics that they're easily forgiven. It's chick-lit for sure, but Rose gives it some extra oomph, and following the roller-coaster plot provides quite a rush. (Unexpected pregnancy! Lesbian affair!) Through it all, the author manages to make readers care about her numerous characters. They may be shallow,mean, self-centered, ruthless and resentful, but each has her redeeming qualities. Not to mention lovingly detailed wardrobes and beauty regimes. Glittery-and surprisingly gritty-fun.
From the Publisher
“What happens to Mean Girls, and the girls they are mean to, when they grow up? Isabel Rose takes a group of young girls to summer camp and then on to neurotic adulthood, to answer these questions in a fast, fun and furious read.” —Rona Jaffe, author of The Best of Everything

“A guilty pleasure.” —New York Magazine

“Glittery—and surprisingly gritty—fun.” —Kirkus Reviews

The J.A.P. Chronicles is hilarious, frightening, uplifting, poignant . . . a book to return to again and again.” —Omaha World-Herald

“Wickedly funny debut novel . . . Funny, smart, stylish.” —Tucson Citizen

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385515849
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/17/2005
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 689,227
  • File size: 365 KB

Meet the Author

ISABEL ROSE is a summa cum laude graduate of Yale and received an MFA in fiction from Bennington College. She has written several screenplays, and she cowrote the 2003 release Anything But Love, in which she also starred. Rose also entertains regularly on the New York City night club circuit with her nine-piece band. She is currently making her debut CD and is working on her second novel. For more information, go to www.IsabelRose.com.
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Back to Willow Lake


"Is this about religion?" Renny asked.

Ali looked up from the New York Times and said, "It has nothing to do with religion, and you know that."

"Because I'll convert if it's that damn important to you," Renny persisted.

His large frame filled the door to the kitchen, cutting off Ali's escape route. She thought the conversation had concluded when they came in from their early-morning walk through Chinatown.

"When have I ever gone to temple since you've known me?" she asked. Some crumbs from her apple Danish rested on the table next to the newspaper. She wiped them into her hand and popped them into her mouth.

"You can take the Jew out of temple, but you can't take the Jew out of the girl," Renny replied. He didn't sound sarcastic.

"Oh, and Catholicism just disappears once you move to the Lower East Side?"

The scar that ran through Renny's left eyebrow crinkled in irritation. "This is no time to act all cutesy or belligerent, or even cutesy belligerent. Catholicism plays no role in my life whatsoever. I haven't stepped foot in a church since I can't even remember when."

"It was last summer, when we went to your friend's wedding in Yonkers and the mass lasted an hour and a half and it was un-air-conditioned and that woman in the hat fainted."

"Well, don't blame me," Renny said. "It wasn't a reflection of my religious affiliation. And please don't tell me you've suddenly started making judgments about the variety of my friends, because then I actually wouldn't want to marry you. I wouldn't even want to know you."

Ali went to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk.

It was always a careful balance with Renny. So gentle and good-natured on the surface, he'd retreat into a quiet, unreachable anger if she pushed too hard. She decided to keep it light. "I think it's very generous of you to consider converting"--she paused to take a swig of milk--"but if you did, we'd never have any more children, because we'd never have sex again, because I've never once in my life been attracted to a nice Jewish boy." She took another swig and put the carton back.

Renny wasn't amused by any of it.

"Come on," she cajoled, "if you converted, our relationship would stop shocking my sisters, and shocking them is one of the great pleasures of my life. You wouldn't want to deprive me of one of my greatest pleasures, would you?"

Renny stared at her, the expression in his dark eyes flat. Then he said, "At the end of the day, you're exactly like them."

"Sticks and stones," Ali quipped, hoping he'd drop it. "Sticks and stones," she said again, wriggling past him into the narrow hallway where her suitcase sat.

"I just don't understand what you're waiting for." He followed her to the front door of the ground-floor apartment on Norfolk Street they had shared for the last two years. "I'm ready. You're ready. We're ready."

"You know what I'm ready for?" Ali did an abrupt 180. "I'm ready for one more apple Danish!" She gave Renny a peck on the cheek and returned to the kitchen. She didn't really want the Danish, but they'd been through the same conversation over and over and Ali couldn't stand to go through it yet again, especially when she was already running so late. The pastry wrapped in a napkin, she headed for the door.

"At least let me help you with your bag," Renny said, picking up her small valise. "Not bad for a J.A.P." He winked as she passed.

"Not bad for a mick." She winked right back.

They walked together down to Delancey and found a taxi quickly. After putting Ali's bag in the trunk, Renny pulled her in for a tight hug. "Call me when you get to Maine." He kissed the top of her head, her forehead, her cheek, her neck. He smelled like sweat and Tide. He smelled like comfort.

"Call me when you get to the market." She forced herself to pull away. "I feel like I might want you to pick something crazy up for me, but I can't tell what it is yet."

"Do you really have to go?" Renny looked so sincerely pained, it melted the all-business igloo Ali had put herself in. "I don't like the idea of your traveling right now. Didn't you say you felt some cramping last night?"

"Nothing's going to happen to me," Ali reassured him, even though no one had had faith in reassurance since September 11, when every New Yorker realized there simply was no such thing. "I'm only doing a two-day shoot. Let's just be glad it's paying so well."

Renny looked away. Ali knew she had touched a nerve, and she tried hard to soothe it. "Don't you want to start filming our Bosnian refugee project?" She caressed the side of his face. He hadn't shaved this morning, and the stubble tickled her fingers. "This'll fund it and another one. I'm not trying to be a downer, but things are about to get a lot more expensive. It's not like I'll be able to breast-feed forever. And then there's sitters and clothes and play groups--"

"And a wedding."

"And a new apartment. Did you hear those guys last night outside our window? It was insane how loud they were, which I wouldn't have minded as much if I'd understood them, but my teachers definitely never taught us those words in my high school Spanish classes."

"Maybe the baby will inherit my sleep genes," Renny said.

After fifteen years on film sets, Renny could sleep through anything and at any hour. The morning Renny and Ali got together, they were on their way home from a shoot that had started at 6:00 p.m. and ended at 4:00 a.m. Renny had been called in to sub for Ali's usual cinematographer, who had had to leave unexpectedly due to a death in his family, and the two had struck up a conversation on the drive back into the city from Newark, where they had been filming teenage prostitutes.

When Renny had arrived that night for work, Ali had seen only a tall, willowy guy with curly black hair cascading over slightly slumped shoulders that looked like they couldn't possibly handle the weight of a camera. It wasn't until much later that she noticed his hands, large and white, with bitten nails and ragged cuticles but with long fingers that fluttered gracefully in the air when he was trying to make a point or explain a camera angle he thought would work. He was wearing army fatigues and combat boots and from afar looked almost menacing, but up close it was obvious that his large brown eyes were gentle and perceptive and his pockets contained nothing more harmful than soy nuts, which he liked to snack on instead of "the toxic crap on the craft services table." Ali found this out in the car ride home when she mentioned that she was starving.

"Open your mouth," he had said. Then he placed the nuts, one by one, onto her tongue.

"Yummy," she said after she had swallowed. Her eyes never once left his.

"How'd you get the scar?" she had asked.

"Chasing after Marlene Fitzpatrick after Sunday school when we were both eight. Always have had a weakness for smart, attractive brunettes."

Neither of them had slept that morning. First they ate pancakes and eggs at an all-night diner on Delancey. Then they went back to his place because it was closer than her apartment in the East Village. They made love until noon, his white hands moving over her with slow, exhilarating skill, his lips finding places even she didn't know could be kissed; then they slept until four, ate again, and went back to work, a schedule they kept up until the shoot ended ten days later, by which time they were inseparable. They had decided to move in after two months, less as an expression of their mutual devotion than a necessity if they were ever going to see each other. Renny was on another shoot by then and Ali had her days free.

And so it went, with one or the other always working, sometimes on the same projects, more often not. It was an odd life, but somehow they made it work, especially because they both understood the demands of each other's schedules; and then there was the incontrovertible fact that they truly hungered for each other, not just physically but emotionally and intellectually, as well.

Good thing, that insatiable chemistry. They'd need it through the hard times to come. How could they have predicted that no one would shoot in Manhattan after September 11? How could they have imagined the independent-film world would come to such a halt? Of course it was only temporary, but it was a tough temporary, and Renny was working more parties these days as a bartender than he was working on films. Lately, he'd been looking for television and video work, which was lucrative but always made him feel like a sellout when he came home. He was even contemplating doing weddings and Bar Mitzvahs.

"I've got to get to the plane," Ali said, taking a step toward the taxi.

"Please," Renny begged, his hand catching her arm. "Think about it. You're hurting both of us right now. It doesn't have to be any big deal. We can hop down to City Hall one morning, or go to Vegas."

"Sounds classy," Ali said.

"Or we can do something big." Renny took his hand away in irritation, but his tone remained gentle--hopeful even. "Whatever you want, hon. I'm sure your mother would love to throw one last extravaganza. You don't have to be afraid. Being my wife"--his tone suddenly shifted--"well, I don't want to convince you to do it." He started to walk away, muttering, "This is sick."

"Come on," Ali said, caressing his cheek. "I don't want to get on a plane with any tension between us." She gave him a kiss on the mouth, which he returned. "But right now I gotta go. I'm already late, and you know how my sisters get." She blew Renny one last kiss, tumbled into the cab, and told the driver to hustle.

* * *

"So glad you decided to join us," Robin said when Ali arrived at Teterboro Airport forty-five minutes later. Robin was her oldest sister and usually launched the attack.

"You could have called," Andrea, next in line, added.

"You had to put purple in your hair for the occasion?" Mara said. "It's not even one of the team colors."

Karen got the last word, saying, "Lose the nose ring, Ali. We're not going to India."

"Nice to see you all, too," Ali said, laughing to herself at the uniformity of her sisters' appearance. It wasn't just their outfits, which were all similar versions of a floral miniskirt and pastel-colored tank top. They could have all been dressed head to toe in different national costumes and they still would have looked the same, since they each shared their mother's frizzy brown hair, their father's brown almond-shaped eyes, and each had had her nose done by the same doctor (a sweet sixteen "gift" from their parents, which Ali, to her sisters' disbelief, had resolutely turned down). Sure, Robin had the biggest breasts and Mara had recently added Japanese hair straightening to her list of hair manipulations. Sure, Andrea's nails were as long as an eagle's talons and Karen had a mole above her lip that made people liken her to Cindy Crawford. Beyond that, they were more or less interchangeable.

"What's wrong with my nose ring?" Ali said to Karen. "You're just jealous because my diamond's bigger than yours."
Of course it wasn't. No nose could possibly support the weight of a rock that was bigger than Karen's. Still, Ali chuckled to herself as she followed her sisters up the stairs and into the Learjet 35.

"You redecorated!" Mara shouted. "Uch, it's awesome. I love the chenille."

"This must have cost a mint," Andrea said, running her hands along the holly inlay in the mahogany walls.

"It wasn't prohibitive." Robin winked. "I just felt like the gray was too sterile."

"The pink is much better," Karen agreed.

"Please. We call it salmon," Robin warned. "Otherwise, David gets upset. Let's not forget--technically, this is his corporate jet."

Ali took the plush pink seat closest to the bathroom, just in case she got sick, and pulled out her notebook. She hadn't prepared at all for the shoot she had been hired to do, and she wanted to write out a few ideas about how to structure the documentary. She wasn't worried. It wasn't much of a challenge, this job; nothing like her usual trek through urban jungles and juvenile detention centers. All she really needed to make was a commercial--an hour-long promo attesting to the wonders of Willow Lake. That was all Faye and Ron Stein, the current camp owners, wanted. They just liked the word documentary because they thought it sounded important. But they didn't really want a documentary. Otherwise, they would have asked her to incorporate footage and do research, express a point of view even, which, given Ali's history, could only have been mixed at best, scathing if she was feeling vengeful.

"Something to help us commemorate Willow Lake's centennial" was all they had specified. It was ironic that they'd come to her. She and her sisters had all gone to the camp when it was run by June Simon, an elegant grandmotherly type who always wore pristine white pants, pristine white Tretorns, pastel-colored button-down shirts, and a matching neckerchief and spent her days wandering around campus in a golf cart, reminding the girls, "Always be a lady."

It was Aunt June, as the girls called her, who had first likened the Cohen sisters to the Kennedys; Aunt June who had said she had never known a family of such outstanding young ladies; Aunt June who had bestowed the Spirit of Willow Lake award on each one of the Cohen sisters, one after the other.

Of course, Ali had never won the award, but Faye and Ron didn't seem to know that. As usual, she had been lumped in with her sisters, who now had their own children attending Willow Lake and were once again the talk of camp as their legacy continued. The whole thing was vile, but with a baby on the way and Renny unemployed, really this trip back to camp was just a job. That's all it was. She'd film the reunion guests as they went about their activities, give a little history about Willow Lake, conduct a few interviews, shoot the lake in the morning as the sun came up, and again in the evening with the moon shining down on the waves, put it all together, and send it off.

As she scribbled down the idea about the lake, Karen asked what she was doing.

"Just making some notes for the film," Ali replied without looking up.

"Nobody bother Ali," Karen shouted. "She's working."

Her sisters giggled, and Ali saw Mara roll her eyes. Still, they did leave her alone for most of the flight. Ali was glad. The snippets of conversation that floated back to her were like a foul odor she instinctively tried to avoid.

From the Hardcover edition.

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  • Posted January 10, 2013

    I enjoyed this book. I didn't find it vulgar or offensive. It

    I enjoyed this book. I didn't find it vulgar or offensive. It was a funny "grown-up" mean girls book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2008

    Extremely Disappointing.....

    I have to agree with the other reviewers about this book being vulgar and offensive. It 'looked' excellent and had the potential to be so but began to fall apart mid-way with a lot of unnecessary junk that could have easily been left out. The general concept the writer had was great and could have been an excellent novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2007

    Couldn't put it down!!

    FANTASTIC!! Great read that you wont put down! The characters are wonderful!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2006

    Can't wait for another novel

    By just reading the 'about the author' in the back of the book, it would be easy to hate Isabel Rose. Not only is she lovely, but she is clearly intelligent (yale...?!) and a singer! I was slightly hoping that her writing abilities were less that admirable, but I was proven wrong. The JAP Chronicles is a realistic and very detailed view into the lives of very real women. Rose does not skimp on details and the book is impossible to put down. You will feel the pain and truthfullness of the characters. READ this book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2006

    surprisingly enjoyable

    I was expecting some lightweight nothing reading, and instead what I found was a well written story that reinforces the notion that there is much more to people than what can be seen on the surface, and that as wonderful as some people's lives appear, appearances often mask underlying pain. I thoroughly enjoyed this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2006

    a surprise

    I was pretty much expecting this book to be a light, airy, fluffy deal, but it brought of some discussion of very serious issues such as sexuality, hazing, and molestation. This book tells the story of girls that have grown up after attending an elite Jewish girls sleepaway camp and their coming back to it for a reunion. The old group outcast is slated to make a movie about the camp for its anniversary, and she discovers secrets about all her old bunk mates. It was very interesting, but I'm not totally sure if I liked it or not. I would definitley say I have mixed emotions.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2006

    A Total Disappointment

    From the cover, I was expecting a light, fun, and funny book. As it turns out, The J.A.P. Chronicles was dark, depressing, insulting, and at times, vulgar and disgusting. The book seems to make light of issues such as gang rape, molestation, hazing, neglect, and abuse. From personal experiences, I do not believe that this book portrays at all what 'jappy' sleep away camps are really like or what happens to 'jappy girls' when they get older. How others could say that this is a 'quick, easy, and feel good book' is beyond me. I agree with another reviewer who wrote, 'You can't help feeling at the end that you are glad it is over, and that you were somehow tricked into reading it. Not a feel good novel.' I would not recommend this book to anyone that I know. It was truly a total disappointment.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2006

    Not what I expected!

    This book LOOKS better than it really is. It is raunchy, and even offensive. Some of those girls are really twisted! I Stopped reading it a little more than half way, I couldn't take it anymore!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2005

    i LoVed ThIs BoOk!

    I thought this was one of the best books i've read this summer so far. it was interesting to read about how the wealthier girls of society live.. i never went to camp, i dont live on the upper east side and ive never been to the Hamptons...typical JAP stereotypes :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2005

    A Great Disappointment

    I was looking forward to reading this book, having grown up with J.A.P.s. I was hoping for a story about how the J.A.P.s were when they were younger, and how they changed as adults. Despite the author's writing about so-called 'defining moments' of the characters, none of them except one seemed to grow out of their self-centered, shallow ways. Their characters just grew more and more annoying as the book went on. Save your money and buy a book with more substance.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2005

    Be Still My Heart

    Sweetly sour but fun and lively, ¿The JAP Chronicles¿ is an excellent novel that will fill your days and nights with sinfully good humor. Seven bunkmates at an elite (and I do mean elite) summer camp are filmed years later in adulthood by the subject of their childhood torments who has grown up to be a documentary film maker. We delight in the fall from grace of each of the seven higher-than-thous. ¿The JAP Chronicles¿ is a welcome recommendation that I enjoyed to the same degree as ¿The Twins of Tribeca¿, ¿My Fractured Life¿, and ¿The Starter Wife.¿

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2005

    Revolting

    Why anyone would care about the disgusting superficiality of these characters and their self-imposed problems of priviledge is beyond me. As a Jewish woman, I find the representation here abhorant. What's more, the writing is lazy and mean spirited, the pace is grindingly slow, and there is no pay off or satisfaction in the ending¿if you can get that far.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2005

    Get Your Summer Reading Started

    I finished this fantastic book in day by the pool! It has it all: great characters, witty dialogue and fun and believable situations. I highly recommend this winsome and cafefree book for anyone looking for pure escapism from summertime blues.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

    more from this reviewer

    interesting relationship drama

    Though a decade has passed since the magnificent seven were bunk mates at prestigious Willow Lake Camp, one of the them award winning filmmaker Ali Cohen has been invited back to film the hundredth anniversary celebration. She was the outsider treated poorly and tortured constantly by her six Jewish American princess bunk mates. In spite of her success, Ali remains haunted by what they did to her so she proposes a documentary on the pivotal moments in the lives of the antagonistic six hoping that God has punished each one of them. Not long after the reunion, Ali concludes there is a God. Dafna no longer has daddy's twenty thousand dollars a month allowance, a job or a spouse. Beth is planning her marriage but desires the photographer not the groom. Arden resides more in rehab than in her home. Jessica is a wannabe actress unable to break out of regional summer stock. Laura is a successful talent agent, but struggles with a lump on her breast. Finally public enemy number one Wendy, wife and mother, hides her affair with a woman. Ali is ready to expose the seven deadly sinners. --- THE J.A.P. CHRONICLES is an interesting relationship drama that enables the audience to see how bullying can hurt a person years after the events have occurred; people do not let go. The characters seem real and unique as Isabel Rose insures her ensemble has differing personalities that each retains throughout the tale. Though seemingly heavenly retribution to each sinner darkens the tale with overkill that takes away from the reality, fans of insightful character studies will enjoy this strong story.--- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2005

    Lots of Fun With JAPS Who Redeem Themselves

    Seven diverse women, formerly bunkmates at summer camp years ago, gather at a camp reunion being filmed for a documentary by one of the women. The filmaker, Ali Cohen, has been harboring a deep pain relating to a horrible incident that had occurred at the camp involving two of these bunkmates. Secretly, Ali plots to gain revenge on her main tormentor by exposing that woman's darkest secret on film. Ultimately, however, redemption and forgiveness reign and Ali and most of the bunkmates find a new happiness with themselves and with each other. And all of this is incrediubly FUNNY. Author Isabel Rose paints great comic portraits of her seven JAPs, creating side-splitting humor by placing them in situations they are woefully ill-equipped to handle. But handle them they do, and in the process, they achieve the growth and gratification they have long sought but never really knew how to find. Rose makes us laugh by lampooning the JAPs' materialistic world in which nothing is everything and everything is nothing -- then shatters that world and shows us how their basic human longings drive them to discover what really matters in their lives. A very rewarding book. Uproariously funny, very very sexy, pretty darn poignant, and an ending that will draw some tears.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2005

    Great Summer Read!

    As a Jewish woman I can completely relate to this book and the characters in it. These women are ones who I have grown up with, gone to camp with, and attended school with. People are not always as they appear on the surface and this book demonstrates that point. For any girl who is confident enough to call herself a 'Jap' this is the book for you!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2005

    very funny and surprising

    I started this book expecting a fun read. I got that and much more, a very funny, very surprising, utterly engrossing story, more Mary McCarthy than Helen Fielding. A sometimes scathing, always witty, and ultimately very moving look at a 'group' in a period in time and their struggles with love, marriage, children and identity.

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    Posted May 12, 2011

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