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The Sisters: A Novel

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Family secrets reverberate for generations in one of the "Best Novels of 2011" (Kirkus Reviews)

 

Growing up without a mother in hardscrabble Kentucky in the 1920s, Bertie Fischer and her older sister, Mabel, have only each other—with perhaps a sweetheart for Bertie waiting in the wings. But on the day that Bertie graduates from

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Family secrets reverberate for generations in one of the "Best Novels of 2011" (Kirkus Reviews)

 

Growing up without a mother in hardscrabble Kentucky in the 1920s, Bertie Fischer and her older sister, Mabel, have only each other—with perhaps a sweetheart for Bertie waiting in the wings. But on the day that Bertie graduates from eighth grade, good intentions go terribly wrong, setting off a chain of misunderstandings that will change the lives of the next three generations.

What happens when nothing turns out as you planned? From the Depression through the second world war and Vietnam, and smaller events both tragic and joyful, Bertie and Mabel forge unexpected identities that are shaped by a past that no one ever talks about. Gorgeously written, with extraordinary insight and emotional truth, Nancy Jensen’s brilliant first novel, The Sisters, illuminates the far-reaching power of family and family secrets.

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Publishers Weekly
First-time novelist Jensen redeems her soap opera plot—tracing the lives of two sisters separated in their youth by a tragic misunderstanding—with an observant eye, adept characterization, and a keen grasp of social issues. When 19-year-old Mabel Fischer realizes that their predatory stepfather, who has repeatedly raped and humiliated her, has designs on her younger sister, Bertie, she escapes smalltown Juniper, Ky., in 1927, with Bertie in tow. The escape plan goes awry, sundering the sisters’ lives and leaving Bertie with what seems like a double betrayal. Bertie marries, but her union is marred by bitterness and the coldness she shows to her two daughters. And Mabel, who doesn’t marry, kidnaps and keeps a child who has been sexually abused. In alternating chapters, Jensen chronicles the difficult, often traumatic lives of four generations of women who descend from the Fischer sisters. There’s plenty of drama, much of it illuminating the changing roles of women in society over a span of 70 years. Jensen nicely integrates history and themes such as the enduring ravages of war on men who fight. While the legacy of Mabel’s courageous sacrifice and Bertie’s barely suppressed anger is “a map of sadness and loss,” it’s brightened by their resilience and the promise seen in the youngest members of the family. (Nov. 8)
Library Journal
It's 1920s Kentucky, Bertie Fisher's mother is dead, and her stepfather is an ominous presence. Big sister Mabel is Bertie's one mainstay, but something happens when Mabel graduates from eighth grade that pulls the girls apart for what turns into decades. I've heard nice things about this debut novel; watch it.
Kirkus Reviews
A single tragic event shapes four generations of American women in this accomplished and poignant debut. It is 1927 and since their mother's death, Mabel and Bertie rely on each other in the face of their stepfather's abuse. Young Bertie tries to avoid his drunken rage, but Mabel maintains the peace for the price of her soul--Jim calls her little wife, rapes her regularly and, for her 16th birthday, takes her to the city to pose for pornography. When Mabel notices Jim's eye wander to Bertie, she knows she must act. With the help of Bertie's sweetheart Wallace, he and Mabel concoct a scheme to release the sisters from their stepfather's tyranny. After her graduation ceremony, Bertie comes home to find Jim Butcher hung and a note implying that Mabel and Wallace have run away together. Bertie, however, never got the letter intended for her, or the enclosed train ticket to take her to her sister and beau. Crushed by the perceived betrayal, Bertie leaves town and marries Hans, finding security if not love. They make it through the Depression and have Alma and then Rainey, but nothing can ease Bertie's hardness, and the letters Mabel sends go unopened. Mabel ends up in Chicago, becoming a photographer, and adopts a little girl named Daisy (actually she steals her away), whose father is molesting her. Mabel never gives up hope of finding her beloved sister, and this perhaps saves her and Daisy from the kind of aching unhappiness that infects Bertie and her daughters. Alma marries a wealthy, unkind doctor and has a son who grows up to be just like dad, while devoting her life to becoming the perfect hostess. Rainey has the bad luck of getting pregnant by Carl, a closeted homosexual. Her daughters Lynn (who never gets over being separated from her father) and Grace, who crafts body armor after her Vietnam vet husband dies, continues the legacy of discord born of an undelivered letter. Encompassing the lives of women in the 20th century, this sprawling saga is tender and satisfying, with a heartbreaking end.

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ISBN-13:
9781250095176
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
12/29/2015
Edition description:
Reissue
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
764,612
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.30(d)

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The Sisters

A Novel


By Nancy Jensen

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2011 Nancy Jensen
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-8805-6



CHAPTER 1

Commencement

June 1927 Juniper, Kentucky


BERTIE

It was a lovely dress, soft and pink as a cloud at dawn. Bertie admired the way the chiffon draped from her neck in long, light, curving folds, seeming to narrow her square shoulders, and it pleased her to imagine how the skirt would swish around her calves when she walked to the stage to get her eighth-grade diploma, but she was most fond of the two buttons, small silver roses, that fastened the sleeve bands just below each elbow. Two months Mabel had worked for the dress, going into Kendall's an hour early every day, fixing it with Mrs. Kendall so, come commencement week, Bertie could choose any one she wanted. Bertie twirled before the mirror, then lifted her hair to see how it would look pinned up, and, yes, suddenly she was taller, almost elegant. She couldn't remember feeling pretty before. In this dress, she did, and it was wonderful. She even felt a little sorry for Mabel. Her sister had always been beautiful — slim and doll-like, with big eyes and glistening bobbed hair, Juniper's Clara Bow — so Mabel couldn't appreciate the wonder of suddenly feeling transformed, caterpillar to butterfly.

Bertie swooshed out her arms, letting her hair fall again down her back. Stooping to pull open the bottom drawer of the dresser, she reached into the far back corner for Mabel's photograph — the one made specially for the stereopticon, with two of the same view, printed side by side. There was Mabel, sitting on a swing, a painted garden behind her — a pair of Mabels, as if she were her own twin — looking like an exquisite, unhappy bride in a lacy white dress, her dark hair, still long then, longer and fuller than Bertie's had ever been, spilling round her shoulders.

Bertie slid her fingertips across her own hair — not heavy, but fine and smooth. Very soft. Sometimes, just before he kissed her cheek, Wallace stroked her hair like this. He'd never told her if he thought it was pretty — but he must think so. Why else would he have made her a Christmas present of the pale green ribbon she'd pointed out to him in the window at Kendall's?

She'd never worn it, not once. It stung her suddenly to realize this must have hurt Wallace, made him think she didn't appreciate him. No one but the two of them knew about the gift — not even Mabel. Bertie had brought it home and hidden it, taking it out to hold against her cheek only when she was alone in the house — too afraid of her stepfather's angry questions, demanding to know how she had come by it.

Well, she would wear it. This Saturday, her graduation day. She would wear Wallace's ribbon and not care what anyone said. Such a pretty green to go with her dress, pretty as the spring-fresh stem of a rosebud. She would wear it and Wallace would know that she loved him, and then maybe, just maybe, in another year, after Wallace had finished high school, they could talk to his folks about getting married. Even if the Hansfords said they had to wait awhile longer, until Bertie was sixteen or seventeen, she could leave school and get a job, and with her and Wallace both working and saving up, they could get a place of their own straight off.

Mabel would be upset to know Bertie was thinking this way. Lately, Mabel had talked as hopefully about her finishing high school as Mama once had — all through that sad winter after the doctor, fearing for the baby, had put Mama to bed. Every afternoon when nine-year-old Bertie got in from school, she hurried into Mama's room, not pausing long enough even to take off her damp coat. She would lean in, kiss Mama with her wind-frozen lips, then turn to hug Mabel, who would take the coat to the kitchen to dry. While her sister started supper, Bertie sat in the bed beside her mother.

"When the baby comes," Bertie said, "I'll stay home to help."

"You'll still be in school." Mama pulled her close. "Don't you mind what your stepdaddy says. We'll work it out. Mabel's here now, and I'll have both my girls to help me through the summer." Mama's voice was tired, tinged around the edges with uncertainty, but firm at the center. "Come the autumn, I want the two of you back in school where you belong."

When Mama talked, Bertie believed her, but then at supper, in between mouthfuls of stew, their stepfather, Jim Butcher, not looking straight at either of them, would tell the girls what was on his mind. "You've had enough school," he said to Mabel. "Reckon even too much." He stabbed his fork toward Bertie before filling it again. "Even she's had more than I had, and I had more than my daddy. You know how to read, write, do all the sums you're liable to need. That's plenty enough."

"But when Mama's stronger —" Mabel began.

"Then there'll be another one along."

At one time or another, it seemed like everybody in Juniper had heard Jim Butcher tell his story — always when he was drinking — about how, when he'd made it across the field of wheat and lay alone in a thicket in Belleau Wood — lay gasping, covered in the mixed muck of rotting leaves, pine needles, blood and flesh — God had spoken to him and promised him three sons.

But Jim Butcher's only son had died before he could take even one breath. Two days the baby had battled to be born, and when he gave up, he took Mama with him. That — losing Mama — had been the worst thing possible, and yet Bertie couldn't help feeling that for Mama it might have been best, dying before three, four, five years of new babies could make her older and ever more tired, make her worry more about the burden she was leaving on her girls.

Only because of Mabel, who did everything Butcher wanted — tending the house and working a job, too — had Bertie been able to go back to school. Her sister had just stepped into Mama's shoes, seeing to all the cooking, the washing, and the dreaming for Bertie's future. How could she tell Mabel that going on to high school didn't matter to her? She wasn't quick like her sister was — Mabel loved everything about books and learning — but Bertie struggled mightily whenever she had to read something. All she really wanted was to make a life with Wallace, to stand by him, and raise his children, and smile on him until death.

Bertie reached again into the open drawer until her hand found the fold of tissue paper protecting Wallace's ribbon. Mabel would be in the kitchen now getting breakfast, and Jim Butcher would be sitting on the chair beside the bed that used to be Mama's bed, pulling on his work boots, probably figuring up some new way he could make Bertie feel small, some reason to call her stupid and clumsy, like the way he did when he saw her slosh a little milk out of the pail after stumbling in a rut outside the barn.

But Bertie didn't care. She stood before the mirror, drawing the ribbon out to its full length. It was beautiful against the dress. She might wear the ribbon as a band, leaving her hair loose as a waterfall down her back. Or she might gather the hair at her neck to show off the ribbon in a shimmery bow. What mattered was that, however she wore the ribbon, Wallace would see, and then — at the party after the commencement service, since no dancing would be allowed in the church hall — then Wallace would keep his promise to her by dancing her outside, and he would glide her in circles across the grass, and, flushed and dizzy, they would stop and he would look right at her, touch the ribbon, and tell her she was beautiful.

She picked up Mabel's portrait again, turning it to face the mirror, just to see how she measured against her sister. But no — she would not look. She was done comparing herself with Mabel. And she was done trying to work out why Mabel hated this picture of herself, why she'd cut off her hair the night after it had been taken, why she had wanted to burn the card the very day Jim Butcher had brought it back from that Louisville photographer.

Right now, this moment, Bertie was determined to be happy. She had made it through Saturday and Sunday, and now it was Monday again and she had only to make it through the school day until she would see Wallace, waiting for her on the stoop like he always did, ready to hold her hand on their slow walk away from school, through town, and to the corner, where he would kiss her cheek before leaving her to turn for home.

"Alberta!" Butcher's growl flung out ahead of his familiar heavy step.

She dropped the ribbon into the open drawer and pushed it closed, waiting to answer her stepfather until he appeared in the doorway. "Sir?"

He pulled back a little when he saw her, and stared. Raking his eyes up and down her body, up and down, like he didn't know her. For a moment, Bertie stopped breathing and reached out a hand to steady herself on the dresser. She'd been caught trying on the dress when she ought to have been checking the water for the cow or pulling any little weeds that might have come up around the tomato sets during the night. He might be angry enough to tell her she couldn't go to graduation. He might even tell her she couldn't go to school today to sit for her final examinations, and if she didn't take them, the school might fail her and she'd be forever without her eighth-grade diploma. Terrified as she was of what Butcher might say, she felt a flash of anger at herself for not having thought through the possibilities. She should have left the dress alone until evening.

Butcher looked past her and out the window at the empty clotheslines. Bertie couldn't remember a time when he'd broken a hard stare at her, and the change made her more nervous.

"You finish all your chores?" He was looking toward her again, but somehow not quite at her.

"Almost, sir," she said, struggling to relax her throat enough to get a breath. "I'm going now, just as soon as I change my dress. I had to make sure it fit."

Still he stood in the doorway, watching her. Did he expect her to take it off then and there?

Bertie took a step toward the door. "I'll be right out, sir. Soon as I change."

"How long's that program Saturday?"

She didn't dare go any closer. He might see her trembling. "The ceremony's at three," she said. "At the church. There's a light supper after. And after that ..." How could such a cold stare burn a hole in her? She should just give up the party, not even mention it, come right home after she got her diploma. No hair ribbon. No dance with Wallace on the lawn. But Wallace would understand, wouldn't he? She was almost sure he would.

"After that," Bertie began again, but suddenly Mabel appeared behind Butcher.

"Daddy," she said, touching his arm lightly, "your breakfast's ready. Will chicken be all right for supper?"

Daddy, Bertie thought. She loved her sister but despised her for calling him that.

Butcher turned his head slightly toward Mabel, then looked down at his arm, where her fingers still rested. Without looking up, he spoke in Bertie's direction: "Saturday, you be in by eight-thirty. Not a minute later."

He walked off to the kitchen, Mabel calling after him, "I'll be right there, Daddy."

With a quick look behind her, Mabel slipped inside the bedroom and closed the door. "Let me help you with the back buttons."

Bertie turned toward the mirror. "Why do you call him that?"

Instead of answering, Mabel took the brush from the dresser and drew it through Bertie's hair in long, firm strokes. "It fits just right," Mabel said. "The dress. Like it was made for you." She smiled over Bertie's shoulder at their paired reflections. "Just look how beautiful you are."

Bertie closed her eyes, enjoying the way her scalp tingled with every stroke of the brush. After Mama died, it was the way Mabel — fourteen then, the same age Bertie was now — had stilled Bertie's sobbing. That, and spending hours with her on their shared bed, looking at pictures in the stereopticon, just like they'd done with Mama, long before Jim Butcher spent a few weeks of rough charm on her, drawing her out of her widow's loneliness, persuading her that, without a man, she'd surely lose the little patch of land left to her, along with the only security she had for her girls.

In the months after Mama's passing, they'd hear Butcher round the back of the house, throwing rocks or dried-up corncobs, sticks of kindling or empty bottles — whatever he could find — at the side of the barn, raging at the sky, calling God a filthy bastard for breaking his promise. Sometimes, to cover up the sound, Mabel would read out loud to Bertie, or they'd sing songs Mama had liked, but always, before long, they'd get out the photo cards Mama had collected since she was a girl, and Mabel would fit them, one at a time, into the clamps on the stereopticon.

Bertie's favorite was "The Mother's Tender Kiss," from a set Mama had been given a year or two before she married their father. Dated 1905, it showed a wedding party against what seemed a wall of huge blossoms, even a ceiling, like a cave of lilies. Everyone in the photo — the women in their layers of lace and the men in their slim black suits — looked toward the bride, almost obscured by her mother, who leaned in for a final kiss before her daughter became a wife. When Bertie was very small, she thought the picture was of her parents' wedding, and even though she knew now it wasn't true, in her mind, that's just how it had been: a day of flowers, of lovely women and handsome men, all happy and loving each other.

"Mabel," Bertie said now, placing her hand over the brush and taking it from her sister. "What'll I do when you get married?"

"Who says I'm getting married?"

"It's bound to happen. Boys like you."

With her quick and gentle hands, Mabel separated Bertie's hair into three sections and started braiding it. "That's not for me," she said. "So don't you worry about it."

"Do you still think about Freddy?"

All last year, Bertie had been terrified that Mabel would leave her to marry Freddy Porter. It seemed then that everywhere she went people had something to say about how Mabel Fischer ought to snap up her chance before it got away from her. Freddy had an uncle who owned a furniture store in Louisville, and it was said he was planning to get Freddy started in the business. Of course the older girls were jealous — the girls that used to be Mabel's friends before she had to leave school — saying the only reason Freddy liked her at all was for her looks, but Bertie knew that wasn't true. Maybe she hadn't seen it then, but now, when she remembered, she could see that Freddy had looked at Mabel the way Wallace sometimes looked at her. Suddenly, now that it seemed possible she might be the one to get married, the one to leave her sister alone with a hateful man, Bertie was ashamed that she hadn't really been sorry — sorry in her heart — when Butcher ran Freddy off. The idea of being left behind with her stepfather had been so terrible that she had refused even to ask herself if Mabel's heart might be broken.

"Did you like him very much?" Bertie asked. "Freddy?"

Mabel finished the braid and held the end secure in her hand. "I did," she said. "But it doesn't matter now. Should I pin this up, or would you like me to tie it?"

"I have something." Carefully, so as not to pull the braid from Mabel's hand, Bertie bent to open the bottom drawer again. The unfurled ribbon was in easy reach. "Will this work?"

"It's more the length for braiding in," Mabel said, "but I can fix it some way."

"No, just pin it," Bertie said, stroking the ribbon. "I want to save this for something special." She was surprised, when she looked at Mabel's reflection, to see her sister smiling at her.

"That's the one Wallace bought for you, isn't it?"

Bertie flushed with the discovery, and for a moment all she could think of was how ugly the pink chiffon looked on her now, with her change of color. "How did you ..."

Mabel laughed. "Did you forget the store's on the way home from school? I've seen you two going past for months — since October at least." She wrapped an arm across her sister's chest and pressed her cheek over the very spot Wallace kissed. "I'm happy for you, Bertie," she said. "I like Wallace."


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author


NANCY JENSEN is an award-winning graduate of the MFA in Writing Program at Vermont College whose short stories and essays have been published in such literary journals as Northwest Review, Other Voices, and The Louisville Review. She teaches English at Eastern Kentucky University in Richmond, KY. A national bestseller and a #1 Indie Next Pick in hardcover, The Sisters is her debut novel.

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The Sisters: A Novel 3.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 80 reviews.
dv435 More than 1 year ago
A friend recommended this book to me- At first, I did not think that I would like it. Well, after having read the book, I am happy to say that it was well worth it. The story is about sisters, fate, time..... The writing was skillfully executed by the author, Nancy Jensen. I do not want to give the story away, but I enjoyed reading the book to the very end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found it difficult to get through this book and had to force myself to finish. There were so many characters it was hard to keep track of who went with whom. It wasn't until well after I finished the book (whew) that it dawned on me that the story line was actually about many pairs of sisters, not just the two in the first few chapters. I wouldn't recommend this book to a friend and doubt that I would look for other books by this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found it difficult to sustain interest in this book. It was dark, depressing, dreary and overly wordy. I skipped entire paragraphs hoping to get to a place where the story picked up and showed some life. Some of the plot lines were impossible to believe and not one character had enough redeeming or likable characteristics to keep them memorable, interesting, or believable. I think this may be the author's first novel and it shows; it had no heart or core. I will not read her future work and could not recommend this book. There are to many other worthy books to read and enjoy. Try Lisa See, Sarah Addison Allen, Jennifer Donnelly, Barbra Kingsolver.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a pretty good book. Makes you think about the importance of communication with those that you love. How secrets and the absence of words can cause pain for generations to come.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Gorgeous and well formed, a haunting story about love and family. Well worth every moment you spend reading.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book and the women in it. It was a great read.
Cigam More than 1 year ago
Too many characters, too much flipping back and forth. Extremely disturbing. About abuse and the continuation of abuse through generations and people not being able to communicate. Last chapters poorly written in understanding what the author is trying to describe.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found this book slow-moving and a little boring. I never give up on a book, so I struggled to the end. This was one I could have given up on.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. I would recommend it to friends
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book was good but very slow at times. Over all I wouldnt read it again.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a book i could not put down and read straight through in four hours. It is a dark edged study following three generations of complex women that each hold sevrets and hope within. It is psychologically stunning and smartly written.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is well written but depressing.
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Two2dogs More than 1 year ago
I DO RECOMMEND THIS BOOK. Enjoyed this book, the family tree in the front helped me keep track of who is who in the family. I come from a large family and things like this do happen in families. Something like this story happened to my Grandmother, never heard the complete story but was told that my Grandmother passed away never forgiving or be forgiven by her family, I will always wonder what happened?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Sisters is a complex but rewarding read. The family tree at the beginning of the book was extremely helpful especially since most of the chapters of this book are separated by great lengths of time. I enjoyed each character and the complex plots they individually brought to the story. I also really appreciated the fact that each central character was flawed. Each woman married and ended up having children but there was something beatiful in that they all learned hard lessons as individuals. The author brilliantly put their respective significant others in the background and followed the struggles and transformations of each woman in the family in a way that really connected them and celebrated them in the end.
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Characters were forgettable, did not care for the ending.
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I also found this book hard to get through, but kept hanging on to get the sister back together. I couldn't believe such a dreary, depressing ending to the story. The family tree at the beginning was a big help. I kept checking back to see who belonged to who, etc. I have two very precious sisters and thought it would be a nice story. I would not recommend it.
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This was a terrible book. A few characters had reedemimg qualities, but for the most part it featured unlikeable women who made terrible decisions - all in all a frustrating read!
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This is an epic, multi-generational tale of the many women in a family and how one little decision can change everything and effect many people for years to come. For the most part I enjoyed this book although there were some slow parts that were a little hard to get through. But it was worth the read. There is also a surprise ending which I enjoyed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very disappointing book in every way! Wasted my time reading it. Plot, content and character interactions made it hard to follow and left much to be desired for an avid reader like mysellf!