So Long at the Fair [NOOK Book]

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Is it possible to be in love with two women at the same time? This is a question Jon has been asking himself frequently these days. He's loved his wife Ginny since the days when a chance encounter in the halls of their high school would leave him unable to speak. But recently Jon has found himself bewitched by Freddi, his colleague at the ad agency, where late-night brainstorming sessions devolve into giggles and sexual attraction. As Jon's guilt becomes all-consuming and Ginny inches closer discovery, a secret ...
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Overview

Is it possible to be in love with two women at the same time? This is a question Jon has been asking himself frequently these days. He's loved his wife Ginny since the days when a chance encounter in the halls of their high school would leave him unable to speak. But recently Jon has found himself bewitched by Freddi, his colleague at the ad agency, where late-night brainstorming sessions devolve into giggles and sexual attraction. As Jon's guilt becomes all-consuming and Ginny inches closer discovery, a secret kept for thirty years threatens any hope of salvation. Weaving together past and present in a small Midwestern town, Schwarz beautifully conjures the emotional labyrinth of a marriage on the brink of collapse, and a history of love and revenge.


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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

Fans of Schwarz's Oprah Book Club selection Drowning Ruth are likely to be disappointed by this convoluted novel about loyalty, love and obsession. Jon and Ginny Kepilkowski, high school sweethearts who were pushed into marriage by a freak accident, come to a crossroads when Jon, after an argument with Ginny, decamps to spend the day with mistress Freddi. Ginny, meanwhile, meets clients for her landscaping business, one of whom, Walter Fleischer, is part of a long-ago family conflict that is weakly developed in flashbacks to the summer of 1963, where Jon and Ginny's parents are embroiled in a perplexing revenge plot against Walter over lust gone wrong. Back in the present, Ginny comes close to discovering Jon's infidelity while Jon and Freddi are pursued by Ethan, whose clunkily rendered obsession with Freddi leads to a violent, if poorly presaged, climax. When the novel finally reveals its long-foreshadowed secrets, their import remains frustratingly unclear. (July)

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Kirkus Reviews
Following one crucial day in a marriage tottering on the brink, Schwarz (All Is Vanity, 2002, etc.) shows the fragility, complexity and danger inherent in love. In a small Wisconsin community in 1963, Walter has sex with Hattie that she claims was rape but he claims was consensual. Hattie's pregnant friend Marie wants her husband, rising golf star Bud, to defend Hattie's honor. But Bud believes Walter's version so Marie-who has her own motives for revenge-uses Hattie's former boyfriend, bookish Clark, to turn Bud against Walter, son of Bud's major backer. Skip ahead 40 years to Madison, Wis. Jon, the son of Bud and Marie, has been having an affair with Freddi, his co-worker at an ad agency, but he still loves his landscape architect wife Ginny, Hattie and Clark's daughter. Jon and Ginny became high school sweethearts after Ginny was injured in an accident for which Jon has always felt responsible but which Ginny has always considered her own fault. With occasional splices back to 1963, the novel covers the crucial Saturday when Jon is deciding whether to stay with Ginny or leave their long marriage for Freddi. As a step toward reconciliation, he plans to take Ginny to a music festival they've attended in the past, but Ginny has mixed up her dates and made other, business appointments. Frustrated and hurt, Jon ends up at the festival with Freddi, who carries her own emotional baggage, including a stalker who thinks Freddi is his girlfriend. Ginny's business appointment is with Walter, who readers quickly suspect may be her real father instead of overprotective, doting Clark. Misconnections and misunderstandings mount as the characters-not just Jon and Ginny, but their parents, theirfriends and acquaintances-make choices drawing them closer and closer to inevitable disaster. While the manufactured quality of the 1963 story line is a minor problem, Schwarz's portrait of Jon and Ginny's loving but damaged marriage is unsparing and heartbreaking. A true American tragedy, full of love as well as despair.
From the Publisher
“A complex journey into lovers' hearts and minds. . . . So Long at the Fair is a thriller and a mystery as well as character-driven literary fiction." —Los Angeles Times"Christina Schwarz's multilayered storytelling makes this novel spellbinding." —People“Schwarz has a gift for telling a suspenseful tale. Both the fate of the marriage in peril and the unfolding of the decades-old drama drive the reader forward. . . . Satisfying.” —Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel“The book's pacing races. . . . When you read the last page, you will want to start over, to see the clues you missed and appreciate Schwarz's delicate weaving of family histories that leave legacies of guilt and revenge.” —USA Today
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385526593
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/8/2008
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 762,069
  • File size: 438 KB

Meet the Author

Christina Schwarz is the author of the critically acclaimed All Is Vanity and Drowning Ruth, a #1 bestseller in both hardcover and paperback, which was selected for Oprah’s Book Club and optioned by Wes Craven for Miramax. She lives in New Hampshire.


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Chapter One

Over, over, done and over. Finished. Jon Kepilkowski scratched his scalp with his fingernails. He'd shampooed, rinsed, and repeated, scrubbed under his arms and between his toes, soaped every surface, brushed under his nails, squirted into his ears. The water gushing from the showerhead was cooling. Reluctantly, he twisted the tap shut and worked himself over roughly with a towel.
From the bedroom window he watched his wife as she knelt in the dirt, her face obscured by her hat, her hands busy beneath a clump of pink flowers he couldn't name. He'd known her for twenty years, longer even if you counted the first two years of high school when it wasn't so much that he'd been afraid to say "Hello" to her, but more that she'd been so far out of his league that it hadn't occurred to him that opening his mouth and emitting speech in her direction was even an option. He'd not, he recalled, even uttered "Excuse me" the time he'd accidentally bumped her with his lunch tray, the contact between the orange plastic and the green wool of her sweater so intimate, so electric it had instantly closed his throat and jump-started his heart. He'd pretended at the time, he confessed years later, though she had no memory of the incident, that he'd not even noticed the collision had occurred. When she turned with a slight, involuntary gasp to see who'd jabbed her in the ribs, he'd turned in the same direction, as if obliviously searching the line behind him for a friend.
This morning she'd have been up for hours already, taking advantage of the early coolness. He wished he could see her expression under the brim of the hat. As always in these past few months, whenever he'd been apart from her for a few hours, anxiety began to collect around the edges of his consciousness. Between the moment the night before when she'd shoved her book onto the nightstand, maneuvering it among the detritus--the glasses of dusty water, the uncapped tube of ChapStick, the broken earring, the hair clip, the crumpled Kleenex--between that moment and this, had she found him out? What face would she show him when she looked his way?
Impulsively, he twisted the latch and slid the window up with a little too much vigor. The sash banged against the frame. "Gin!"
She turned, tilting her head back, squinting up at him with her hooded eyes, then drew back suddenly, feigning shock. "Hey! There's a naked man in my house! Get out, naked man! Get away from my window!" She kept her voice low, for him, alone.
He sighed, safe. "Maybe you'd like to come up?"
She laughed and turned back to the pink flowers.
He hadn't meant it as a joke. His relief had triggered desire, and he was vaguely, if, he acknowledged, unreasonably, irritated by her response.
He dressed in long shorts and a white T-shirt and Velcroed on the sort of shoes useful for splashing across shallow rivers. Since he'd started working at the agency, he'd decided that the button-down shirts and khakis he'd favored at the start of his career made him look like a little boy playing dress up and had abandoned that costume for one less earnest, one definitely but not too aggressively cool, as much to remind himself of who he was, or was trying to be, as to signal this to others. It wasn't a dull style, but nor was it, he recognized with some disappointment, the least surprising. He'd let his hair grow and curl midway down his neck, wore the jeans the world liked to see on an art director and, on summer workdays, European sandals that would have made his father sneer.
He retrieved the laptop he'd pushed under the bed the night before. One message from Kyle, his brother. Seven work-related messages, beginning with one from Kaiser, sent at four a.m., just before that lunatic had gone to bed, no doubt. Three from Freddi. He felt his pulse quicken. Better to have left the machine cold. Even now it was not too late to let it sleep, snap the cover down, slide the thing into its case ready to transport into work on Monday.
He carried it into the second bedroom, which functioned as his office, and gently shut the door. He fingered the Return key for a few seconds, savoring the anticipation. The first from Freddi was some copy ideas for Ballast Bank, some serious, some silly; none, he saw immediately, workable. The second read: "I hate weekends." The third: "I can almost sense you here beside me on the bed, your warm largeness, your flipper-like feet, your brown-sugar eyes. You are the bittersweet chocolate to which I press my tongue. I send you kisses for your lips and elsewhere. Good night."
He closed his eyes, allowed himself to swell with the thought of her. She resembled a fox, with her pale brown eyes that tended to amber; her small, very white teeth; her smooth, reddish hair; her tight, muscular body. He found the whole combination of sharpness and softness immensely attractive. But it was the way she looked at him that pushed him over the edge; her gaze told him that the two of them were the only ones in on it, whatever it was, the joke, the plan, the skinny. She had chosen him and he'd basked in it, rolled in it, lapped it up. She was like sugar, like nicotine; the more he got, the more he wanted. No, it wasn't over, done, finished. He craved her.
"My lips miss you," he typed, and then paused. "Elsewhere misses you, too." He paused again, absently pulling one of the antique fountain pens from the jarful he kept on his desk. He played with it, capping and uncapping it, rolling its smooth Bakelite case between his fingers. He couldn't think without something in his hands. And then, too, he always felt a little self-conscious writing to her. Words were her thing, not his.
"A kiss on your heart," he typed, inspired, "and one lower down, much lower." It was a line Napoleon had used in a letter to Josephine. He'd heard it on a PBS documentary last night. "You are so . . ." he began.
"Hey."
Ginny, long-legged and stealthy, despite her large bones, stood in the doorway in her garden uniform, the sleeves of one of his discarded T-shirts rolled up to her shoulders, the elastic waistband of her shorts supplemented with a safety pin, her dark hair springing free from its noose.
His heart exploded--the blast of adrenaline actually pained him--and his hand trembled as he reached to close the window of his message. Easy. Not guiltily fast. Stupid to have closed the door and shut out the sound of her bare feet on the carpeted stairs.
"Hey, yourself."
The cover made a tiny metallic click as it kissed the keyboard.
"More orders from headquarters, huh?"
He knew it was a point of pride with her not to allow herself to be suspicious; she would not be one of those women who worried about holding on to her husband.
"Your mother said I'd better keep my eye on you," she'd said just last month, as they drove through the blackness after an evening at Kyle and Paula's. "Like you were some caged bird ready to fly the coop the moment I turned my back on the door." She'd looked out the window as she spoke, her head tipped back, as though she were searching the night sky for a bird that had indeed flown.
"My mother," he'd said, his tone implying a roll of the eyes.
He could sense that she had turned her face toward him, though he'd kept his own eyes firmly on the ever-receding tunnel of light on the highway ahead.
"Does she know something I don't?" she asked.
It occurred to him to confess. Not to the whole of his crime but to a small degree of it. He might say he was worried that Freddi was attracted to him. It would be like opening a valve just a fraction, not so much that it would all escape but enough to gradually relieve the pressure. It would mean the end, of course, of late nights "working," of long lunches during which he could honestly say, "I'm with Freddi," without fear of arousing suspicion. It would mean the end of it all. It was a safe way out. He turned and, while his heart throbbed hard enough to choke him, looked at her full-on for two entire seconds, enough time to kill them both, if something unexpected had appeared on the highway. But, finally, he faced forward again. "Of course not."
"I suppose people who've behaved badly themselves tend to be suspicious of everyone else."
"Probably." He wished he could close his eyes to block out the shame.
"Well," she said, smiling, "you'd better never force me to use my wiles."
He laughed. She had always been the most guileless person he'd ever known. It was one of the things he loved best about her.
A near miss, he'd thought at the time. And he had resolved all the way home that it was finished with Freddi, that he'd learned his lesson. He made love to his wife that night with a fierce exuberance released by a nearly clear conscience. The lying was over, he'd assured himself. He loved Ginny. The thought of losing her had filled him with a dark and breathless panic the whole night through.
But by Monday, a bright, cheerful, cloudless day, the panic had seemed far away, a small, irretrievable flutter in the distance. At work Freddi had leaned over him and laughed at something he'd said, and her skin had exuded a scent he wished he could breathe forever.
And now here he was, trapped in his study with the evidence under his fingers and Ginny's large frame blocking the door. How had he gotten ink on his hands? "Just gonna wash up quick, and then I'm ready." He stood up, raising his eyebrows at her expectantly.
"Ready?" She cocked her head, pushing a damp curl behind her ear. Her finger left a smudge along her cheek.
"To go to Summerfest." He frowned. "What we're doing today."
She clapped both hands on the top of her head and made the face he used laughingly to call "the Lucy." An expression he now thought of privately as "the fuckup."
"What?" He sounded impatient, but what he felt was desperate. He'd conceived of this plan, this revisiting of a scene from their youth, a time when they'd been, it seemed to him now, simply, vigorously happy, because he urgently needed to see her again as he once had, to remind himself of the pull of her, of the way the very thought of her had once possessed him, so that he turned always toward her, helplessly, like a flower on its stalk in the presence of the sun. He wanted to remember how it had felt to be certain that he must have her, her and no other, that only her promise to be with him forever could keep him breathing. Although, of course, he no longer felt this way with any immediacy, until recently, until Freddi, he'd nevertheless been sure that he was still connected to those early impulses, as if by a long, unbreakable, ever-unwinding thread. If he couldn't relive them, he could still see their colors and textures at the inception of all, good and bad, that had come since. Now, though, he was unmoored. Pursuing Freddi, a bright flash in the thickets, he'd let the thread slip from his grasp and he couldn't seem to grab hold of it again.
"Summerfest!" she exclaimed. The surprise on her face made him want to hit something. "Are you sure we were going today?"
He never needed to say anything in these situations. She would play the idea out, letting it loop and twist, until she snagged something solid. "I remember talking about it, but I thought we'd settled on Sunday. Or maybe that we hadn't really decided." She closed her eyes, pressed her palm on her forehead, and exhaled. "Oh, I should have written it down. Maybe I even did write it down. Probably I did. But you know I never check my calendar on the weekends." She opened her eyes, facing the facts. "Shoot, I screwed it up, didn't I? I'm sorry, Jon. I completely forgot."
Her contrition always disarmed him. He reached forward and put his hand on her shoulder. Her skin retained the warmth of the sun that had been baking it. "No big deal. We can go in an hour. Take your time."
"But I've scheduled two meetings for today."
"Cancel them."
"I can't cancel at the last minute. And one's with Nora. You know how impossible it is to schedule with her, now that she's got Prince Rodney."
He wanted to remind her that she was canceling with him at the last minute. "So we're not going."
"Well, how about tomorrow? Couldn't we go tomorrow instead? Is there some band you wanted to see tonight? Did you get tickets?"
No, he hadn't gotten tickets and he didn't care particularly about the bands. In fact, tomorrow might even be better in that Kyle had said something about showing up there today and listening to Kyle go on about paintball and Paula talk about the new drapes in the family room was close to the last thing he wanted for this outing. There was no good reason they couldn't change their plans to Sunday, except that he didn't want to. He'd planned on today; he'd ascribed redemptive powers to today; today was it.
"I don't like this, Ginny. Why should Nora and your work come before me? You're taking me for granted." God, he sounded like a women's magazine.
She stared at him, triumph lighting her face. "You're kidding, right? Mr. I've-Got-to-Stay-at-the-Office-Until-Two-a.m. Mr. I've-Got-to-Take-This-Call-It's-Kaiser." Her tone was light, singsongy, mocking. Never show anger when sarcasm would do, that was her weapon. It made him clench his fists. "Mr. Freddi-and-I-Have-to-Work-Today-You-Go-to-Your-Parents'-Alone."
His blood seemed all to run to his head, leaving his body cold. That had been two weeks ago, a family picnic. And they had been late with the McTeague concepting. They had! He couldn't keep his eyes on her any longer. He looked away. There on the desk was the laptop, its secrets crouching under the lid, ready to spring into the light.
Before he could respond, she raised her hand. "No, listen, it's my fault," she said, shaking her head. "I wasn't paying enough attention. I'll go call Nora and these other people. Maybe Sunday will work just as well for them." She turned and started down the stairs. This, too, was her weapon, striking like a snake and then slipping away before they could have it out. He wanted to reach for her, to grab her by the shoulders and hold her there, to beg for her help in fixing this whole mess, but he managed only to follow her to the top of the stairs, where he stood and watched her make her way down.
Stairs, especially going down, were the most difficult for her to negotiate. On flat surfaces, her limp was almost imperceptible, but stepping down she had to lean hard on the rail and her left foot fell onto each tread with a stomp, while her right, the one that belonged to the leg that was now ever so slightly shorter than the other, made no sound at all.
Usually he didn’t even notice; he was so accustomed to her gait. Today, though, the sound, the way she jerked her head and shoulder, reminded and reminded him of what he would always owe her, especially when it was beginning to seem that what he had done in an impulsive moment twenty years ago may have cost them a family.
She was looking up at him from the bottom of the stairs, and he could tell that she had changed her mind again. “You know what, Jon?”
He hated it when she used that self-righteous tone.
“I’m not going to rearrange my appointments. Maybe I shouldn’t have scheduled them, but I did. You know, I have a job and it’s just as important to me as your job is to you.”
“I know your job is important–”
“We can go to Summerfest tomorrow.”
He came down the stairs then, descending into her hard gaze and meeting it with his own. Halfway down, he felt a twinge, a sort of sizzle deep within his ankle, the remains of a basketball injury he’d sustained, what, six months ago? The older he got, the longer these things took to heal.
“You know what, Ginny?” he said, as he passed her, his voice dishonestly pleasant. “You do whatever you want.” It was a relief to feel angry with her, not guilty, not anxious, not sad, just angry.
He kept walking, down the hall, through the kitchen, through the door that led to the garage.
“Where are you going?” she demanded. “Jon! Where are you going?”
But he let her question roll off him. He didn’t know the answer anyway.
He backed out of the garage fast and stomped on the accelerator as soon as he hit the street. Next door, the Murphys, raking little mounds of cut grass into city-approved brown-paper lawn-clipping bags, turned to watch him go by, narrowing their eyes. For years, he had tried his best with them. He’d waved and greeted, tossed their newspaper from the sidewalk to the stoop, once re-boxed their recycling when the wind had scuttled it, but they never smiled at him. Fuck them.
“Fuck you and you, too,” he said, staring back at them through the side window.
What was this world-music shit? He leaned on the tuner, letting it gallop up and down the stations. Anything, anything, but this.
The Murphys liked Ginny. Even though she laughed when he mocked them in private, checking over her shoulder to be sure the windows were shut tight. Everyone liked Ginny.


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Reading Group Guide

1. So Long at the Fair reveals the perspectives of multiple characters and dual timelines. In what way did this enhance your reading? How would the storytelling have been affected if you had just seen Jon's point of view?

2. Jon is portrayed as a perfectionist who is compulsively clean and organized. Yet there are glimpses of areas in his life that defy this, such as an unorganized desk drawer, a car glove box in disarray, and his tendency to misquote the lyrics of well-known songs. What is the significance of these contradictions?

3. As the novel alternates between 1963 and the present, the link between the two storylines is gradually revealed. Did you draw any early conclusions about how the characters and events might be connected? Were you correct?

4. How does Christina Schwarz, who was raised in Wisconsin, use this setting as a “character” in her work? How does this setting reflect the characters who inhabit it?

5. Examine the relationship between Jon and Ginny. Do you believe it was truly love that drew them together in the first place, or did other factors influence them? What do you think eventually drove Jon to be unfaithful?

6. If you had been Freddi's close friend, what advice would you have given her?

7. How did your opinion of Ethan shift throughout the scenes? At what point did you realize his potential to do harm?

8. What parallels exist between Jon and his father, in terms of their personalities as well as the events that altered their lives?

9. What do you think really happened between Walter Fleischer and Hattie in 1963? What were your first impressions of him?

10. How did you react to Marie's involvement in the events that led to Walter's car accident in 1963? Do you hold her solely responsible, or did Clark, Bud, or Walter share the blame? Did Bud fully realize the extent of his wife's deceit?

11. Discuss the role of Kyle (Jon's brother) in So Long at the Fair. How might he have influenced Jon's actions throughout the novel?

12. What are your theories about Ginny's reluctance to take a pregnancy test? What was the truth about her struggle to conceive?

13. Discuss some of the possible interpretations for the novel's title. What outcomes were foreshadowed in the words So Long at the Fair?

14. What do you predict for the characters' futures, including Freddi's? Do you think Ginny discovers the truth and, if so, does she forgive Jon?

15. How often does the past repeat itself within generations of families you know personally? Do human beings perpetuate cycles of tragedy, or is that primarily a matter of fate?

16. Do the dilemmas in So Long at the Fair echo any aspects of the author's previous novels, Drowning Ruth and All Is Vanity? What makes Christina's Schwarz's approach to fiction unique?

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  • Posted December 28, 2010

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    I just kept thinking it would get better...

    But it didn't. Huge disappointment from a good writer. The characters are flimsy, the plot is convoluted, and the ending just plain sucks.

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  • Posted October 20, 2009

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    Missing Something

    I must admit that the beginning of the book really grabbed me. I found the writing style interesting and it definitely kept me on my toes. The characters are genuine and they really bring you into the story and the emotions that each one is feeling while you're reading. Saying all that, it seemed like the book was building and building up to this incredibly touching and emotional ending, but to me, it fell seriously flat. I'm not going to give anything away because, as I said, the writing style is great, but I was expecting much more at the end. Enjoy it for the writing style, but try not to be too disappointed about the ending,

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  • Posted October 14, 2008

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    Conflicted review

    (review of an uncorrected proof)<BR/>I'm conflicted about this book. I didn't like any of the characters; they all seem to be refugees from a soap opera. You have the philandering husband (I just can't help myself), the "innocent" other woman (I'm not doing anything wrong), the clueless wife, the manipulative mother, and on and on. Yet, as much as I hated the characters, I just couldn't put the book down. Schwarz is a powerful enough writer that I just HAD to finish the book. And, I'll have to check out some of her other books sometime. She's just that good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2008

    I hated the characters, but . . .

    I'm conflicted about this book. I didn't like any of the characters they all seem to be refugees from a soap opera. You have the philandering husband (I just can't help myself), the 'innocent' other woman (I'm not doing anything wrong), the clueless wife, the manipulative mother, and on and on. As much as I hated the characters, I just couldn't put the book down. Schwarz is a powerful enough writer that I just HAD to finish the book. And, I'll have to check out some of her other books sometime. She's just that good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2008

    Save your money...

    Too much back and forth, refered to the characters by their first name, than their last name. Too hard to keep them straight. Maybe if they were more likeable it would have been easier. Still trying to figure out why i read the whole book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2008

    A marriage in trouble.....

    Christina Schwarz's latest takes place in small town Wisconsin. This is also the setting for her Oprah tagged, best selling novel Drowning Ruth. The entire novel takes place over the course of one day. Jon is having an affair with Freddi, a woman her works with. His wife of many years, Ginny, senses that something is a bit off, but chooses to ignore her feelings. This is the day that Jon decides to end either his marriage or his affair. Scattered throughout the book are chapters from the past. Ginny and Jon live in the same town they grew up in . Their families live there as well. These past chapters slowly expose secrets over the course of the book that are affecting the present. I did find this a bit distracting as I had to flip back and forth to make sure I was tracking the backstory correctly. The characters from the past are introduced into the present, but you really have to be on your toes to catch who's who. Schwarz's forté is the exploration of relationships. Her dialogues expertly expose the hidden feelings, desires and failures of her characters. Her descriptions of both people and settings draw strong pictures. So Long at the Fair ends ambiguously. Each reader will draw their own conclusion. I did find the cover art ambigous as well. After reading the book, I found the title to be a bit of an uninspired afterthought as well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2008

    So Long at the Fair

    The main story in So Long at the Fair takes place over the course of one Saturday in the lives of Jon and Ginny, a married couple who had been high school sweethearts. Their relationship has stagnated and Jon is having an affair with a co-worker, which has progressed to the point where Jon must make his choice between the two women. Jon begins his day hoping to re-ignite his passion for Ginny during a day-long road trip to a nearby county fair, but ends up stomping off in anger to spend the day with his paramour (Freddi) instead, when he finds out that Ginny wants to re-schedule their outing because of previous business commitments. In addition to the main story, we have the flashback story of Jon¿s parents (Clark and Hattie) and Ginny¿s parents (Bud and Marie) in 1963 as Clark and Marie try to force Bud into a confrontation with the local playboy (Walt) who refuses to admit that he raped Hattie. Through the course of this single Saturday, both Ginny and Jon reminisce about their high school days and the accident that injured Ginny and brought the two of them together. Meanwhile a second co-worker of Jon¿s (whose wife previously cheated on him) conveniently sets the stage for Ginny to discover Jon¿s affair with Freddi. And if that isn¿t enough going on already, an old boyfriend of Freddi¿s is stalking her (and now Jon) in a deluded attempt to win her back. Obviously there is a lot going on in this book and sometimes I found it necessary to go back and re-read a chapter or two to make sure I had the story and the relationships straight. Each story ends with a subtle twist and a sense of openness that makes it seem more like the beginning of a story which is yet to come.

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