Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman: A Novel
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Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman: A Novel

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by Elizabeth Buchan

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Get ready to cheer for Rose Lloyd, a woman of young middle-age who proves that starting over doesn’t have an age limit. After twenty-five years spent juggling husband, career, and kids with admirable success, Rose suddenly finds both her marriage and her career in unexpected ruin. Forced to begin a new life, she is at first terrified, then energized, by

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Get ready to cheer for Rose Lloyd, a woman of young middle-age who proves that starting over doesn’t have an age limit. After twenty-five years spent juggling husband, career, and kids with admirable success, Rose suddenly finds both her marriage and her career in unexpected ruin. Forced to begin a new life, she is at first terrified, then energized, by her newfound freedom—it’s amazing what prolonged reflection, a little weight loss, a new slant on independence, and some Parisian lingerie will do for the psyche! Witty, insightful, and emotionally resonant, Buchan’s novel will strike a chord with anyone who has ever wondered what Middle Age would look like from the other side of the looking glass (answer: much better than you could ever expect).

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"This beautifully written novel about a discarded middle-aged wife brims with surprises."." —USA Today, in naming the 10 Best Books of 2003

"Wise and wonderful...Buchan celebrates the patience and wisdom that onlyage can bring." —USA Today

“Bottom line: Get Revenge.” —People

“Revenge may be sweet, but Revenge is not, thank goodness.”  —The Wall Street Journal

“What I like about this book is everything.” —Elizabeth Berg

Publishers Weekly
Buchan's latest novel finds the carefully managed life of 48-year-old Rose Lloyd, a successful book review editor, turned upside down. First, her husband of 25 years announces he's leaving Rose for her own sexy assistant. Next, insult is added to injury: Rose is fired from her job and replaced by none other than the woman who broke up her marriage. Buchan lends a compelling emotional depth to her main characters, seamlessly merging Rose's struggle to rise above the betrayal, shock and fear of middle-aged "invisibility" with flashbacks to her youth, recollections of her first love to a now famed travel writer, memories of family vacations and her grown kids' childhood. With extensive stage and theater work to her credit, and incorporating myriad voices to the diverse cast, Gilpin makes the book's transition to a 10-hour unabridged audio format exceptionally smooth. Narrating mostly in a proper British accent, which perfectly suits Rose's "delight in domesticity" and enhances the book's dry, slightly askew sense of humor, Gilpin also captures the outrage of Rose's son and daughter (both of whom have their own relationship issues), the American drawl of her old flame (who makes an unexpected return), the grumpy rumblings of an elderly neighbor she cares for and the feisty opinions of her mother, making for a good production listeners will enjoy. Simultaneous release with the Viking hardcover (Forecasts, Dec. 23, 2002). (Feb.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Happy for 25 years, Rose watches aghast as both her career and her marriage suddenly go down the drain. A best seller in England that's slated for the post-Bridget Jones crowd. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Britisher Buchan’s US debut, the story of a middle-aged wife who, when her life and marriage fall apart, manages to fight back, move on, even hope for something better. Rose Lloyd, book editor for a London paper, is happily married to Nathan, an executive on the paper, and the mother of two adult children, Sam and Poppy. Her life is probably as good as it gets, and though Rose isn’t complacent, she is certainly unprepared for the betrayals about to implode her life. Nathan announces he’s leaving and moving in with her trusted assistant, the younger and sexy Minty. Reeling, she learns next that she’s to be replaced as editor by Minty because her boss wants someone younger, with new ideas, running the book section. Her woes mount as she hears that her mother needs surgery and Nathan is no longer paying her medical insurance. Her much loved cat dies, daughter Poppy e-mails from Thailand that’s she’s married hippie boyfriend Richard, and Nathan also wants their house for him and Minty. A bitter blow, because Rose has loved fixing it up and making a beautiful garden. At first she weeps, wonders where she went wrong, can’t eat, drinks too much. But then she begins to fight back. She visits a college friend in Paris who makes her buy some sexy clothes, is given some interesting jobs, is befriended by a Cabinet Minister who’s been hurt by a scandal caused by his mentally ill wife, and meets up again with her first love, American Rhodes scholar Hal Thorne, now a famous travel writer. As she recalls how she met and parted from Hal, she learns that Nathan is finding life with Minty more complicated than he’d expected and that he misses his family. With her children making interesting changes intheir lives, Rose is ready for a few herself. A wry and elegant tale about a woman of a certain age fighting back and winning unexpected victories.

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'Here,' said Minty, my deputy, with one of her breathy laughs, 'the review has just come in. It's hilariously vindictive.' She pushed towards me a book entitled A Thousand Olive Trees by Hal Thorne with the review tucked into it.

For some reason, I picked up the book. Normally I avoided anything to do with Hal but I did not think it mattered this once. I was settled, busy, different, and I had made my choice a long time ago.

When we first discussed my working on the books' pages, Nathan argued that, if I ever achieved my ambition to become the books editor, I would end up hating books. Familiarity bred contempt. But I said that Mark Twain had got it better when he said that familiarity breeds not so much contempt but children, and wasn't Nathan's comment a reflection on his own feelings about his own job? Nathan replied, 'Nonsense, have I ever been happier?' and 'You wait and see'. (The latter was said with one of his lovely, strong-man I know-better-than-you smiles, which I always enjoyed.) So far, he had been wrong.

For me, books remained full of promise, and contained a sense of possibility, any possibility. In rocky times, they were saviours and lifebelts, and when I was younger they provided chapter and verse when I had to make decisions. Over the years of working with them, it had become second nature to categorize them by touch. Thick, rough, cheaper paper denoted a paperback novel. Poetry hovered on weightless and were decorated with wide white margins. Biographies were heavy with photographs and the secrets of this subjects' life.

A Thousand Olive Trees was slim and compact, a typical travelogue whose cover photograph was of a hard, blue sky and a rocky, isolated shoreline beneath. It looked hot and dry, the kind of terrain where feet slithered over scree, and bruises sprouted between the toes.

Minty was watching my reaction. She had a trick of fixing her dark, slightly slanting eyes on whoever, and of appearing not to blink. The effect was of rapt, sympathetic attention, which fascinated people and also, I think, comforted them. That dark, intent gaze had certainly comforted me many times during the three years we had worked together in the office.

'"This man is a fraud,'" she cited from the review.

'" And his book is worse . . ."'

'What do you suppose he's done to deserve the vitriol?' I murmured.

'Sold lots of copies,' Minty shot back.

I handed her A Thousand Olive Trees. 'You deal. Ring up his agent, Dan Thomas, and see if he'll do a quickie.'

'Not up to it. Rose?' She spoke slowly and thoughtfully, but with an edge I did not quite recognize. 'Don't you think you should be by now?'

I smiled at her. I liked to think that Minty had become a friend, and because she always spoke her mind I trusted her. 'No. It's not a test. I just don't wish to handle Hal Thorne's books.'

'Fine.' She picked her way round the boxes on the floor, which was packed with them, and sat down. 'Like you said, I know how to deal.' I am not sure she approved. Neither did I, for it was not professional behaviour to ignore a book, certainly not one that would receive a lot of attention.

My attention was diverted by the internal phone. It was Steven from Production. 'Rose, I'm very sorry but we are going to have to cut a page from Books for the twenty-ninth.'


'Sorry, Rose. Can you do it by this afternoon?'

'Twice running, Steve. Can't someone else be the sacrificial lamb? Cookery? Travel?'


Steven was harassed and impatient. In our business - getting a paper out - time dictated our decisions and our reactions. After a while, it became second nature, and we spoke to each other in a shorthand. There was never time for the normal give and take of argument. I glanced at Minty. She was typing away studiously, but she was, I knew, listening in. I said reluctantly, 'I could manage it by tomorrow morning.'

'No later.' Steven rang off.

'Bad luck.' Minty typed away 'How much?'

'A page.' I sat back to consider the problem, and my eye fell on the photograph of Nathan and the children, which had a permanent place on my desk. It had been taken on a bucket-and-spade holiday in Cornwall when the children were ten and eight. They were on the beach, with their backs to a grey, ruffled sea. Nathan had one arm round Sam, who stood quietly in its shelter, while the other restrained a squirming, joyous Poppy. Our children were as different as chalk and cheese. I had just mentioned that a famous novelist had also taken a house in Trebethan Bay for six months to finish a novel. 'Good heavens.' Nathan had made one of his faces. 'I had no idea he was such a slow reader.' I had seized the camera and caught the trio as the children howled with laughter at this latest example of his terrible jokes. Nathan was laughing, too, with pleasure and satisfaction. See? he was saying to the camera. We are a happy family.

I leant over and touched Nathan's face in the photograph. Clever, loving Nathan. He considered that the job of fatherhood was to keep his children so amused that they did not notice the unpleasant side of life until they were old enough to cope, but he also loved to make them laugh for the pleasure of it. Sometimes, at mealtimes, I had been driven to put my foot down: at best, Sam and Poppy's appetites were as slight as their bodies and I worried about them. 'Mrs Worry, do you not know that people who eat less are healthier and live longer?' demanded Nathan who, typically, had gone to some pains to find out this fact to soothe my fears.

Back to the problem. As always with the paper, there were political factors, none significant in isolation but, taken together, they could add up. I said to Minty, 'I think I'd better go and fight. Otherwise Timon might get into the habit of paring down Books. Don't you think?' The 'don't you think' was cosmetic for I had made up my mind, but I had fallen into the habit of treating Minty (just a little) in the way I had treated the children. I thought it was important to involve them on all levels.

Timon was the editor of the weekend paper in the Vistamax Group for which we worked and his word was law. Minty had her back to me and was searching for Dan Thomas's telephone number in her contacts book. 'If you say so.'

'Do I hear cheers of support?'

Minty still did not look round. 'Perhaps better to leave it. Rose. We might need our ammunition.'

When it was a question of territorial battles, Minty was as defensive as I was. This made me suspicious. 'Do you know something that I don't, Minty?' Not a silly question. People and events in the group changed all the time, which made it a rather dangerous place to work, and one had to become rather protean, undercover and dangerous to survive.
'No. No, of course not.'

'But. . .?'

Minty's phone rang and she snatched it up. 'Books.'

I waited a moment or two longer. Minty scribbled on a piece of paper, 'An ego here bigger than your bottom,' and slid it towards me.

This implied that she would be on the phone for several minutes, so I left her to it and walked out into the open-plan space that was called the office. The management reminded its employees, frequently and cheerily, that it had been designed with humans in mind, but the humans repaid this thoughtfulness with ingratitude and dislike: if it was light and airy, it was also unprivate and, funnily enough, despite the hum of conversation and the under-lying whine of the computers, it gave an impression of glaucous silence.

Maeve Otley from the subs desk maintained, with a deep sense of grievance, that it was a voyeur's paradise. It was true: there was nowhere for staff to shake themselves back into their skins, or to hide their griefs and despairs, only the fishbowl where the owners had not bothered to put in a rock or two. I grumbled with Maeve, who was another friend, against the imposition, the terrorism of our employers, but mostly, like everyone else, I had adapted and grown used to it.

On the floor below, Steven was surrounded by piles of computer printout and flat-plans, and looked frantic. A half-eaten chicken sandwich was resting in its container beside him with several small plastic bottles of mineral water. When he saw me bearing down on him, he raised a hand to ward me off. 'Don't, Rose. It's not kind.'

'It's not kind to Books.'

He looked longingly at his sandwich. 'Who cares, as long as I can get it done and dusted and into bed? You, Rose, are expendable.'

'If I make a fuss with Timon?'

'You won't get diddly . . .'

No headway there. 'What is so important that it thieves my space? A shepherd's pie?'

'A nasty demolition job on a cabinet minister. I can't tell you who.' Steven looked important. 'The usual story. A mistress with exotic tastes, cronyism, undeclared interests. Apparently, his family don't know what's coming, and it's top secret.'
I felt a shudder brush through me, of distaste and worry. In the early days, I used to feel plain, unadorned guilt for the suffering that these exposes caused. Latterly, my reaction had dulled. Familiarity had made it commonplace, and it had lost its capacity to disturb me. Yet I hated to think of what exposure did to the families. How would I cope if I woke up one morning to discover that my everyday life had been built on a falsehood? Would I break into pieces? The effect on the children of these stories of deceit and betrayal did not bear too much thought either. But I accepted there was little I could do, except resign my job in protest. And are you going to do that?' asked Nathan, quite properly. 'No.' So my private doubts and occasional flashes of guilt remained private.

'I feel sorry for them; I said to Steven. All the same, I ran through a list of possible candidates in my head. I was human.
'Don't. He probably deserves it.'

'Or is it a she?'

Steven took a bite of his sandwich. 'Are you going to let me get on?'

By chance, Nathan stepped out of the lift with Peter Shaker, the managing editor, as I was going in. 'Hallo, darling,' I murmured. Nathan was preoccupied, and the two men conferred in an undertone. It always gave me a shock, a pleasurable one, to see Nathan operating. It was the chance to witness a different, disengaged aspect of the man I knew at home, and it held an erotic charge. It reminded me that he had a separate, distinct existence. And that I did too.

'Nathan,' I touched his arm, 'I was going to ring. We're due at the restaurant at eight.' He started. 'Rose. I was thinking of something else. Sorry. I'll - I'll see you later.'

'Sure.' I waved at him and Peter as the doors closed. He did not wave back.

I thought nothing of it. As deputy editor of a daily paper published by the Vistamax Group, Nathan was a busy man. Friday was a day packed with meetings and, more often than not, he stumbled back to Lakey Street wrung out and exhausted. Then it was my business to soothe him and to listen. If the look on his face was anything to go by, and after twenty-five years of marriage I knew Nathan, this was a bad Friday.

The lift bore me upwards. Jobs and spouses held things in common. With luck, you found the right one at the right time. You fell in love with a person, or a job, tied the knot and settled down to the muddle and routine that suited you. I admit it was not entirely an accident that Nathan and I worked for the same company - an electronics giant which also published three newspapers and several magazines under its corporate umbrella — but I liked to think that I had won my job on my own merits. Or, if that was not precisely true, that I kept on my own merits.

Poppy hated what Nathan and I did. At twenty-two, she had stopped laughing and believed that lives should be useful and lived for the greater good, or she did at the last time of asking. 'Why contribute to a vast, wasteful process like a newspaper?' she wanted to know. 'An excuse to cut down trees and print hurtful rubbish.' Poppy had always fought hard, harder than Sam, and her growing up had been like a glove being turned inside out, finger by finger. If you were lucky, it happened gently, the growing-up part, and Poppy had not fared too badly, but I worried that she had her wounds.

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What People are saying about this

From the Publisher
"This beautifully written novel about a discarded middle-aged wife brims with surprises."." —USA Today, in naming the 10 Best Books of 2003

"Wise and wonderful...Buchan celebrates the patience and wisdom that only age can bring." —USA Today

“Bottom line: Get Revenge.” —People

“Revenge may be sweet, but Revenge is not, thank goodness.” —The Wall Street Journal

“What I like about this book is everything.” —Elizabeth Berg

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3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 22 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A patient recommended this book to me at work (healthcare) and I had to read it, seeing how I'm in the middle of a bad divorce myself. This book hit home and I found myself unable to put this book down. Hooray for the main character in this book. I was glad to see her "prevail" in the end! :)
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CortisoneShot More than 1 year ago
A previous reviewer questioned Rose's "doormat" behavior upon learning that her husband was leaving her for her young assistant. To me, the ultimate "Revenge" was in letting them have each other. Once past the "infatuation stage" Nathan and Minty see each other clearly and realize their mistake. I believe Nathan regrets his choice and Minty later refers to him as a "prize bore". Nathan's was a self-fulfilling prophecy. For years he couldn't get out from under the shadow of Rose's first love Hal and feared losing her to him. This eventually happens and ironically, Nathan was the catalyst who brought it about. An intteresting take on love, betrayal and quiet revenge.
GariThesnal More than 1 year ago
I will have to say that this is one of the few books I actually picked up because of the title and wanted to read just because of the cover. I found the writing style a little hard to "get into" at first, I actually skipped over several unnecessary paragraphs in the beginning. But once I was able to buy into the book, I was thoughly involved in the characters and cared about what happened to them. I was in turns crushed, hopeful, despondant and hopeful again. I had gone through something similiar so it was somewhat painful to read at times, yet gave me some affirmation of all the wild feelings one feels at a time like this. A defininate recommend.
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My husband and I could not put this one down!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman is like an etiquette book for how to behave when your husband leaves for another woman. Rose¿s husband leaves her for a younger woman and instead of letting him have it she is overly polite to him and lets him have whatever he wants. Very unrealistic! I found her doormat personality hard to believe and I pitied her. Maybe I missed something but I didn¿t notice her revenge.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Being one to usually read quite serious material, I picked this up needing a light and amusing story. While it did fit the bill, it was also very interesting with terrific character development. As life can be, somewhat predictable, but some twists and turns. While the sotry is focused on the lead character and truly terrible and overly dramatic events that unfurl her life, I felt like I got to see her in many roles and get to know well enough the family and friends that are part of her life. Made me think about myself and whether I could overcome such a situation. Also made me consider my relationships as a friend, mother, daughter and wife as I am fast approaching middle age.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was horrible, I couldn't even finish it. I lead a monthly book club with some girlfriends of mine, and we chose this book to read. Less than a week after we chose this book everyone called me and said the book was really bad and they couldn't stand to keep reading it. So we ended up picking another book for that month. The worst thing about it was that the storyline was all over the place and it was to hard to follow. It's one thing for a story to toggle back and forth between present and past, but this author has no talent for making it flow the way it should. I read a lot of books, and even with ones I don't like I will still finsih them. So it's very rare for me not to finsih a book, it has to be really really badly written. So I just want to warn any one who is thinking about buying and reading this book to not bother. It's just a waste of time and money.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If being a doormat, allowing a fellow worker to take not only your husband, your job AND your house, then this was a great book. For those of us who live in the real world, this book was an insult to hard working mothers, wives and businesswomen everywhere. I'll never pick up another book by this woman again.
Guest More than 1 year ago
With so many books for twentysomethings, I enjoyed a book for the middle aged woman! I felt like I really got to know and care about Rose. The English twist was interesting.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is written with a quite 'English' voice; that's nice (try to think of something positive). The cover, hype, and reviews indicate that there will be SOME element of the 'avenger' in the novel -- - but most of the novel is devoted to her grieving and memories from the twenty plus years of marriage and kids. Somewhat interesting background, but mostly it's the misery of the recently dumped. When protagonist finally decides to start living again (which consists of, [gasp!], visiting an old friend) she starts the usual routines of life: looking for a job, etc. Major disappointment.
Guest More than 1 year ago
One of the best books I've read in years. I didn't want it to end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed this very much. Rooted for Rose when she held up even when Nathan expressed regrets in the end. If Rose had given in he would have loved to come back & continue their marriage. Would love a sequel to this story...does Rose resume her relationship with former love? Does Nathan's new life choice work out?
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed getting to know Rose. She showed a tremdous amount of grace towards not only her husband, but to Minty. I would have wanted to give her more than a piece of my mind. But that was the beauty of Rose. This is not the typical revenge. No stooping to any trickery or silly pranks. Rose was better than all that. With her revenge came happiness and success, without losing the best part of herself. I do look forward to many more books from this author. I would look forward to reading what is in store next for Rose.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Rose became my friend and taught me how to find grace in a very difficult time. I looked forward to coming home from work to read more. When I completed the book I missed Rose. I hope there will be a series of books about Rose, for women who are just beginning to learn how to enter into the world again as independent individuals.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a very well thought out novel about a woman whose husband has a mid-life crises, leaves her, and makes her life miserable. She doesn't take revenge in the standard sense of the word, but rather find her revenge through finding happiness again. Unfortunately the scenario is all too common. Well written book. Well thought out.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Very well written and hard to put down, Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman will make you cringe at the heartless and cruel manner in which Nathan treats Rose when he decides he wants change in his life after 25 years of marriage. He completely annihilates and trivializes their marriage, her heart, her self-esteem. It seemed almost surreal HOW Nathan left her for a younger woman -- so thoroughly and with such cold resolve. I was stunned at the extent of his selfishness. I can't even talk about Minty's disgusting role in all this -- unbelievable. And when Rose's life continues to unravel, Nathan just keeps coming at her with more bombs: the insurance, the house, Minty wanting kids. When all is said and done, I like that Rose wasn't "out" for revenge, but rather "out" for herself and a new, full, happy life without Nathan. However, I needed to see Nathan seeing more of THIS Rose. While the scene in the kitchen between Rose and Nathan after Easter dinner was very satisfying, I needed to see Nathan see Rose in a committed, intimate relationship with another man; to see a jealous Nathan hurting deeply and regretting immensly his choice to leave Rose and the life they had created together. Had there been more of this, I would have felt that the middle-aged woman had indeed achieved a thorough and complete revenge.