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Using small-town life as a springboard to explore the loftiest of ideas, Haven Kimmel’s irresistibly smart and generous first novel is at once a romance and a haunting meditation on grief and faith. Langston Braverman returns to Haddington, Indiana (pop. 3,062) after walking out on an academic career that has equipped her for little but lording it over other people. Amos Townsend is trying to minister to a congregation that would prefer simple affirmations to his esoteric brand ...
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Overview

Using small-town life as a springboard to explore the loftiest of ideas, Haven Kimmel’s irresistibly smart and generous first novel is at once a romance and a haunting meditation on grief and faith. Langston Braverman returns to Haddington, Indiana (pop. 3,062) after walking out on an academic career that has equipped her for little but lording it over other people. Amos Townsend is trying to minister to a congregation that would prefer simple affirmations to his esoteric brand of theology.

What draws these difficult—if not impossible—people together are two wounded little girls who call themselves Immaculata and Epiphany. They are the daughters of Langston’s childhood friend and the witnesses to her murder. And their need for love is so urgent that neither Langston nor Amos can resist it, though they do their best to resist each other. Deftly walking the tightrope between tragedy and comedy, The Solace of Leaving Early is a joyous story about finding one’s better self through accepting the shortcomings of others.

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“A wonderful debut . . . . Vivid and hopeful, packed with astute allusions.” —San Francisco Chronicle

“Kimmel delivers a first novel of big ideas and exquisite characters. Sweet and smart, her book feels like a present.” —Entertainment Weekly

“A quirky, literary love story . . . best read for its characters, its surprising phrasing and the way it deals with all sorts of ideas, including the possibility of improbable love.” —USA Today

“Kimmel, whose sunny memoir of growing up in Indiana, A Girl Named Zippy, was so charming, here extends her range, wrestling, like Jacob with the angel, with deep questions of faith and responsibility. And the reader is the lucky winner.” —The Times-Picayune

“Kimmel gives us a stunning bird’s-eye view of rural American life, as damning as it is affectionate.” — Los Angeles Times

"The Solace of Leaving Early is by turns funny and sad and perplexing and compassionate." —The Miami Herald

"[The Solace of Leaving Early]. . . explores the mores of community as thoroughly as John Updike and delineates character as finely as Jonathan Franzen." —The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

“Filled with shattering revelations . . . her characters [are] electrifying— this compassionate book is one that begs to be sampled and savored.” —The Stanford Herald

"A captivating book with ragged edges. . . . Rare are the writers who can bring head and heart and wit to bear on their fictional landscapes. Kimmel proves she's one of them." —The Plain Dealer

“A sweet and satisfying reward . . . more delicious than a gooey dessert.” ----—Midwest Living

"Intelligent and compassionate." —Publishers Weekly

" The Solace of Leaving Early is a beautiful meditation on what it means to be home, and how home can be found in the most unexpected places." -Bookpage

"There must have been a time when John Updike had only just begun, a time when Carol Shields wasn't known much outside Ottawa. And there must have been some readers then who got to experience the bliss of knowing that they would witness the trajectory of these writers' careers. Hear me this: Haven Kimmel is a reason for great happiness." —The Orlando Sentinel

Publishers Weekly
A romance evolves in the wake of a domestic shooting in Kimmel's intelligent and compassionate debut novel, which brings two friends of one of the victims together in a small Indiana town. Amos Townsend is the male protagonist, a 40-ish preacher who counseled the late Alice Baker-Maloney as her frayed marriage degenerated into a fatal confrontation with her controlling husband, Jack. Amos remains tormented by his attraction to Alice and his inability to have prevented the tragedy. Meanwhile, bookish Langston Braverman has returned home after dropping out of her Ph.D. program following an affair with an academic colleague and subsequent nervous breakdown. The two clash after Langston's mother, AnnaLee, orders her to abandon her literary projects to care for Alice's two orphaned daughters; Amos accuses Langston of being unfit for the job when both girls continue to exhibit a bizarre variety of compulsive, religiously oriented behaviors. The girls' crisis continues to escalate, leading to a series of melodramatic scenes in which Amos and Langston are forced to confront their own demons. There are some winning moments as the protagonists move toward a romance, although things are hindered somewhat by the sluggish pace in the early going, as Kimmel (A Girl Named Zippy) meanders through scenes detailing smalltown Midwestern life and as she delves into the pasts of the two leads. Still, she proves a wise, compassionate and often very witty storyteller whose affection for her characters is contagious. Agent, Stella Connell. Author tour. (June 18) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
KLIATT
In the town of Haddington, Indiana, many folks are living tragic or disappointing lives. A set of horrific murders has left two little girls, Madeleine and Eloise Maloney, orphaned at age eight and six. Reflecting on past and present experiences, Rev. Amos Townsend has begun to doubt his ability to fulfill his calling, to communicate with and minister to his parishioners in terms they can understand. Langston Braverman, who has returned to her parents' house after having walked out on her doctoral oral exams, struggles to regain a sense of purpose in her life. Hidden inside an almost impenetrable shell of bitterness and superciliousness, Langston alienates those she meets, because she no longer knows who she is. Her dysfunctional family-AnnaLee, Walt, Taos, and Grandma Wilkey-is in part responsible for shaping her. Apart from them, Langston's only feelings of affection are directed toward her dog, Germane. As the lives of these characters intersect following the murders, the reader gradually learns the details of how each has been wounded by life. However, in spite of its initial focus on life's cruelties and injustices, this is ultimately a novel of redemption and hope, a love story. Teens and adults alike will find the tale both engaging and satisfying. KLIATT Codes: SA-Recommended for senior high school students, advanced students, and adults. 2002, Random House, Anchor, 278p., Ages 15 to adult.
— Susan Allison
Library Journal
After being dumped by her professor/ boyfriend and walking out on her Ph.D. oral exams, Langston Braverman returns to her seemingly simple Midwest hometown, where she learns that a childhood friend has died. The Kierkegaard-reading Langston is so afflicted with existential malaise that she ignores her own family and cannot bring herself to inquire into the cause of Alice's death. Langston is finally brought out of her isolating stupor when she begins to care for Alice's two disturbed daughters with the unwanted help of the town preacher. Kimmel, also author of the celebrated memoir A Girl Named Zippy, draws remarkable characters out of ordinary, small-town America. The dialog is clever and sleek without degenerating into the facile pacing of a television script. Through masterly interior and exterior dialog, Kimmel devises a heartwarming story about troubled individuals who struggle with their problems while finding solace and a degree of peace in one another. Highly recommended for public libraries. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 2/15/02.] Colleen Lougen, Mt. St. Mary Coll., NY Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Several quests for religious certainty and personal fulfillment intersect melodramatically in this overwrought debut novel from the Indiana author of the memoir A Girl Named Zippy (2001). It focuses on almost-30 Langston Braverman's abandonment of graduate school and return to her hometown, the murder of Langston's childhood friend and its "miraculous" aftereffect on the latter's two small daughters, and the recurring crises of faith and nerve that afflict pastor Amos Townsend, who despairs of ever properly serving his parishioners or understanding his own and other people's divided and hungering natures. Some of the particulars are compelling, but explanations for characters' behavior are buried in secrets too long kept from the reader, and the centrality of Langston-a humorless intellectual snob further burdened by wooden dialogue never spoken on earth or in heaven-makes it just about impossible to believe in Kimmel's agitated souls, or much care what happens to them. Author tour
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400033348
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/13/2003
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 376,240
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.65 (d)

Meet the Author

Haven Kimmel
Haven Kimmel is the author of the memoir A Girl Named Zippy. She studied English and creative writing at Ball State University and North Carolina State University. She also attended seminary at the Earlham School of Religion. She lives in Durham, North Carolina.

Biography

Haven Kimmel is the author of the memoir A Girl Named Zippy. She studied English and creative writing at Ball State University and North Carolina State University. She also attended seminary at the Earlham School of Religion. She lives in Durham, North Carolina.

Author biography courtesy of Random House, Inc.

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    1. Hometown:
      Durham, North Carolina
    1. Date of Birth:
      1965
    2. Place of Birth:
      Mooreland, Indiana
    1. Education:
      B.A., Ball State University
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1

Amos Awake

Because he believed in leading a disciplined life, Amos Townsend tried to go to bed at the same time every night, eleven o'clock, or close to it. Some nights he fell asleep right away, and even as his grip on consciousness slipped he felt a flood of gratitude for the loss. Most nights he lay awake an hour or more, enduring the contours of his pillow and the fact of his bones pressing into the mattress. Sleeplessness bred in him the most desperate irritation; he realized he hated flannel sheets (although he loved them earlier in the day, or at least the thought of them), and that the length of his legs made him furious (length and knobbiness inherited from his father), legs that consistently tangled in the ridiculous flannel sheets and kept him from sleeping. What disturbed him most was simply the hour of midnight, and the dark bedroom, and the waves of fatigue and pity that stole over and seemed to steal something from him. Amos believed that both discipline and grace were muscles he had to keep exercised, oxygenated, in order that they might be called upon in an emergency, and nights for him were often an emergency, and sometimes he muttered low and exasperated, "Dear Lord, please just let me fall asleep already," and then waited for grace to descend on him with a shadowy nod.

A single thing gnawed at him at night, an idea he had no name for, although if anyone asked him he could have written a book, as they say, on the subject. Perhaps he was even called to write it, but he was vexed by the how and the why. Amos knew as well as anyone what went into writing a book, having written a master's thesis, and he considered the process to be akin to having one's nerves stripped with a curry comb. A ghastly experience, not to be endured. He imagined the tower of reference books clotting his study, and the notecards he would use to try to keep his thoughts straight, and the inevitable architectural work that would need to be employed, and the hours spent in the overstuffed chair facing Plum Street, lost in thought and picking at the threads in the upholstery; and most of all, the way writing a book makes a person feel that he'd rather be anywhere than inside his own skin. He'd rather be on Plum Street, that's for sure, kicking along in the tangle of fall leaves or stopping to pet one of the litter of mountain cur pups born next door (beautiful little dogs that would be feral in the blink of an eye--he knew he should pet them quickly, before he lost his chance). But if he were on Plum Street his mind would be drawn to his own study window, and he would think with longing of the work he could be doing and how work is the only thing that saves the soul, the only thing that makes a man a man, as he remembered Emerson saying, or something like it. Writing a book brings a single, irreducible truth right out to the edges of a person: there is no place to be, there is no place in this world, it is impossible to be happy.

And why? Why another book in the morass of Self-Improvement and the self-published, all those elegant novels remaindered and shelves of poetry unread? Why Amos Townsend's ideas, when there are such game and handsome exegetes for the world's mysteries as Richard Feynman and Brian Greene and that bald man with the big glasses who can connect everything in the world into a single theory? Psychics and expatriates and musicologists and postmodernists, not to mention Harold Bloom, or Updike with his fifty novels (good ones, too), all typing away while the world sleeps, or is sleepless: no. A book by Amos would be unnecessary.

At 11:47, thinking of Updike, Amos smacked his own thigh in frustration and performed the fourth-quarter of what he thought of as his Human Drillbit routine, in which he turned from his right side to his stomach, and from his stomach to his left side, and from his left side to his back, and from his back to his right side, on and on, drilling himself closer, he hoped, to sleep. Amos liked to consider himself a man with a cynic's smile, more apt to turn it against himself than against the world, and did so, on his back once again, staring at the shadows on the ceiling. He smiled at himself and his own suffering. His suffering. Every evening of his growing-up years he sat at the dining room table with his parents and his younger brother, Samuel, in front of the cold fireplace, and watched his father say a simple prayer and then look at his family with his habitual expression: a closed-mouth grin, the barely discernible lift of his eyebrows that said, Well, here we are again. And his mother had her own version of it, didn't she? patting her napkin in her lap or straightening her skirt, the way she pursed her lips and let her gaze fall to the floor.

A life within limits, that's what his father had taught him to live. The elder Townsend might as well have taken young Amos by the hand and walked him to the seashore--except they lived in southwestern Ohio--and pointed to the shoreline and said, "Do you see? It's insurmountable." Best to smile, and offer your neighbor an extended hand, and be thankful for your roast beef and linen napkins. Amos remembered how, in the end, his father spent almost every day with his face in his hands, sobbing dryly. No one could unearth the reasons for his sorrow, and Amos didn't try. ("Isn't it enough," Amos finally whispered to his mother, after watching her claw at his father's pajama top for the hundredth time and beg him, beg him to tell her why he wept so, "isn't it enough that he's crying?" His mother had looked at him like he was a stranger, and surely he had felt like one.)

Somewhere in those years at home with his parents, living the odd life of a preacher's child (in which he was part of his father's pastorate and part of his father, too, which granted him privilege in the congregation), Amos learned to smile patiently at everyone in town--the members of Lost Creek Church of the Brethren, kind, pious, hardworking people who were committed to community life--but also at the conservatives of the town, and the gun-owners, the cruel, florid men who attended the town's other churches devoutly, men who, even holding open the door for a neighbor at the diner or speaking to Pastor Townsend on the street, were inches away from something guttural, some crassness or abomination. "All God's creatures," his father used to say, walking home in the bright Sunday afternoons of Amos's memory. Pastor Townsend loved, it seemed to Amos now, the worst aspects of human nature, because the display of such validated in him his long-held and hopeless belief in something Calvinistic. (Although the elder Townsend would never have admitted such a thing--heavens, no. The Church of the Brethren--the faith of Amos's father and of his father before him--broke away from the Calvinists during the Protestant Reformation, but Amos couldn't shake it, this feeling that a trace of the old world, of the Old Man, remained.) Doom or damnation or pre-destination, all revealed providentially through our unkindnesses and injustices and unchecked appetites--this is what Amos learned to look for from his good father.

I cannot write a book and I will not write a book, Amos thought, drumming his fingers against the mattress, but if I were to write it, where would I begin? He would begin not back there in rural Ohio in his father's church, although that would have been an interesting place to start, but in his very own heart, in his second year in seminary, when he first read Paul Tillich's Dynamics of Faith. It was a small book (compared to the rest of Tillich) and the argument being made seemed deceptively simple: we all have an object which represents our Ultimate Concern. For some the object may be celebrity or personal power or money, or even something like romantic love and family. Institutions, including Christianity, have historically elevated the moral good to the status of the Ultimate. But there is really only one ultimate, unconditional concern, and that is for the Unconditional itself, what Tillich called our "passion for the infinite." We grasp the notion of the infinite immediately and personally, and yet it is seldom the object to which we dedicate our lives, and this is where Amos began to feel nervous. We elevate the finite, which has as its only power that of flux and decay, and when our ultimate concern fails to achieve ultimacy, we live lives that are hopelessly broken, and we know it.

On the day they were to begin discussing the book, Amos walked into the classroom feeling both thrilled and sick, because how was he, how were any of them, to go on, now that they realized who they were and how they had been living? He watched his fellow seminarians enter the classroom one by one, until all nine were there, fine people, all of them, but none seemed to realize what they held in their hand, the localized nuclear event. They chattered, they rearranged their bookbags, they set out portable tape-recorders. One man systematically offered everyone a stick of gum. When the professor walked in, a middle-aged and serious man Amos trusted without hesitation, and put his book down on the desk and said, "So. Are we ready to discuss Tillich?" Amos felt his stomach lurch sideways and then turn over. It was the same feeling he had watching newsreels of bodies being bulldozed into an open grave: the approach of the bottom line, life irreducible.

They began to discuss the book, and Amos could see that his professor took it as seriously as Amos himself did, the revolutionary idea that even Beauty and Justice are only concerns of the highest order, and do not achieve Ultimacy. God alone. Sola Deus. And who manages that, in this hardscrabble and knocked-together life? Well, almost no one, Amos realized, sitting there in class. His father hadn't, his mother hadn't, no one from his congregation--those carpenters and farmers and quilters, sincere, gentle people--had managed it. His professor had not, although he clearly wished it possible. And it was then and there that the idea began to form in Amos that there is a universal element in the human condition, something alchemical, and it's nearly visible, it radiates off people in waves, and you can see it everywhere, all the time.

His thinking was interrupted by Mike, a man in his forties who always wore short-sleeved dress shirts washed thin. "Listen, I worked in middle-management at IBM for sixteen years, and I can tell you, business people don't know they're broken. They don't care about ultimacy or the lack of it in their lives."

And then Anita, who had grown up in a series of foster homes, said, "It seems to me that the farther away a person moves from thinking about what does or doesn't achieve ultimacy, the happier he is. The happiest people I know in the world are the cruelest. They rest in it, somehow." And on around the table it went, one student after another disagreeing with Tillich's proposition.

The professor asked, "What about when the middle-managers at IBM look in the mirror first thing in the morning, or last thing at night? What do they see there?"

"They see profit and loss," Mike answered, "and I don't mean metaphorically. They see the company they work for."

Amos said nothing; his tongue seemed to have failed him. But he thought one thing over and over, the way he used to think a single thought in church on Sunday until he nearly choked on it: You are all wrong. You are all completely wrong about this. We live lives that are hopelessly broken, and we know it.

At 12:22 Amos decided his imaginary book needed anecdote: everyone loves a story. But more than that, he would be remiss if, in making a claim about the nature of humanity both broad and oblique, he failed to include humanity itself. So he would begin with Steve and Lydia, because that was where he first truly understood the idea, the nameless idea that rendered him sleepless.

Could it have been ten years ago, or closer to twelve? Amos was not yet thirty, and just out of seminary, when he was called by his district to a small congregation in a town called Mechanicsville. Mechanicsville was little more than two streets crossing, surrounded by farmland; the only business was a general store that offered dusty loaves of bread and canned vegetables. Most of the people who lived there worked in Dayton, fifteen miles east, all the family farms having long since been sold to corporate agribusinesses. The first time Amos drove through town his heart felt leaden, and he could hear his father offering his perennial advice: Unhappy? Can't get started? Lower your standards.

He sank into the little white cottage behind the church, put his books on plywood bookcases, bought a tea kettle, took up his post. But Amos was frightened every Sunday as he stood before his congregation (eighteen people if the sun was shining), and felt he had no authority, God-given or otherwise, nothing like what his father had provided on his darkest day. Who was Amos to comfort the sick or the bereaved; who was he to give advice or explicate the Scriptures?

And who were these people, anyway? All through the late fall and early winter, in order to pick up his mail at the local post office, Amos had to walk past the home of a man named Skeeter, and there was very often a large dead deer hanging from its back feet (or worse, on a hook through the gut) by a series of winches and pulleys on a tree inches from the sidewalk. Amos's hometown had the only opera house in the whole of Ohio; there were no dead animals in the trees of his youth.

The deer were hung to bleed, Amos knew, and he was able to take that in stride, but he began to be bothered by the sight rather deeply. He began to see the deer in his sleep (and certainly when he couldn't sleep), and not so much the carnage as the details: a whorl of lightened fur just above the thick muscle of a hind leg, or the delicate curve of a nostril. They had beautiful eyelashes and their lips looked like velvet, and the way they hung made them appear to still be running, or reaching with their front legs for the safety of the ground. And he couldn't walk on the other side of the street because on that side was a family whose name he was never able to learn; they had a standing army of delinquent teenagers and a vicious pit bull on a chain that could reach the sidewalk and then some, a dog that was frantic to kill a grown person.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 15, 2004

    A thoughtful and telling story

    Leaving early ...wasnt someone always leaving??? Alice and Jack from this earth. Langston from school, her and Taos from the theater..and certainly our protagonist...Incredible how he could love and understand her just because she had been loved and in love with the Donne Scholar..incredible so many subtle things to think about..I really enjoyed this read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2005

    Haven Kimmel is a wonder

    I was so moved by this book that I bought copies for several friends. Haven Kimmel is a true origional. She's perceptive and funny and, above all, truthful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2005

    Great story!

    I loved this story -- it had a great pace, the details and backstory were not obvious from page 1 -- it was engaging, very smart and well written -- a definite must for book clubs!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 20, 2002

    Intelligent and amusing

    I had a hard time getting into the book, but after the first couple of chapters I was hooked. Her characters are vivid, and although it wrapped up rather neatly at the end, I was satisfied. If you've read "A Girl Named Zippy" some of the characters may seem familiar, but that doesn't detract from the book at all. I would definitely recommend it and I'm looking forward to her next book. She's very talented.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2013

    enjoy this book

    took a bit to get into, but then just wanted to read nonstop.

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  • Posted April 9, 2010

    Beautiful

    A beautiful story of two intellectuals trying to help two small girls pick up the pieces of their lives after a traumatic experience. It is profoundly thoughtful - full of Christian philosophy but in no way overpowered by it. I was impressed with how such complex thoughts about responsibility and love could be brought together in such a simple and beautiful way. Haven Kimmel's writing style is compelling and rich.
    She has the ability to give one or two lines of description that project enough information to give you a clear vision in your mind of what she's writing about. This is my number 1 book to give away to friends.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2003

    Never have I read a novel that made me want to take the two main characters and just SLAP them

    This book was selected by a member of my book club because it was written by a fellow Hoosier. She thought it would be nice to read a local author. I can not say I was neither pleased nor disapointed by this book. I was however, riled and frustrated by it. The two main characters, Langston and Pastor Townsend drove me up the wall with their conceit, arrogance and self importance. I came to a realization that possibly Langston is much like the author. Someone who feels 'ordinary' people are beneath her and a waste of her time. The character of Pastor Townsend was much the same....full of presumptuousness that those of his 'flock' in this small Indiana town were beneath him. He could never preach to them his real thoughts because he did not believe they could understand his oh so lofty ideas. The one (or I should say two) redeeming qualities of this story were Immaculata and Epiphany. They made the story worth reading. My only hope at the end of the story was that these two beautiful little girls didn't grew up as narrow minding and as shallow as the two adults who were given the responsibility of raising them. It is quite possible that Haven Kimmel's writting is 'above' me because I do not have a college degree let alone a PHD and I do not stay awake nights contemplating the theory of quantum physics. All in all the book is very well written and was successful in keeping me ingrossed to the end in spite of Langston and Pastor Townsend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2002

    Another great by Haven Kimmel

    A wonderful read-kept me on the edge of my seat. It doesn't flow as smoothly as her first, but it is wonderful.

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