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A Today Show Summer Reads Pick

A Washington Post Book of the Year

"We think we know the ones we love." So Pearlie Cook begins her indirect, and devastating exploration of the mystery at the heart of every relationship—how we can ever truly know another person.

It is 1953 and Pearlie, a dutiful young housewife, finds herself living in the Sunset District in San Francisco, caring not only for her husband's fragile health, but also for her son, ...

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Overview

A Today Show Summer Reads Pick

A Washington Post Book of the Year

"We think we know the ones we love." So Pearlie Cook begins her indirect, and devastating exploration of the mystery at the heart of every relationship—how we can ever truly know another person.

It is 1953 and Pearlie, a dutiful young housewife, finds herself living in the Sunset District in San Francisco, caring not only for her husband's fragile health, but also for her son, who is afflicted with polio. Then, one Saturday morning, a stranger appears on her doorstep, and everything changes. Lyrical, and surprising, The Story of a Marriage is, in the words of Khaled Housseini, "a book about love, and it is a marvel to watch Greer probe the mysteries of love to such devastating effect."

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Editorial Reviews

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"Inspired, lyrical . . . Mr. Greer's considerable gifts as a storyteller ascend to the heights of masters like Marilynne Robinson and William Trevor. . . . [He] seamlessly choreographs an intricate narrative that speaks authentically to the longings and desires of his characters."—S. Kirk Walsh, The New York Times

"A beautiful, lyrical novel . . . a book full of urgent questions."—O, The Oprah Magazine, Recommended Summer Reading

"Andrew Greer writes with an aching clarity of the heart. This is an exquisite story with shattering realizations about love."—Amy Tan, author of The Joy Luck Club and Saving Fish from Drowning

"This is a haunting book of breathtaking beauty and restraint."—Dave Eggers, author of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and What Is the What

"Greer doles out revelations with grace and precision. . . . [His] prose is unerringly poetic . . . . What can be seen plainly on every page of this slim, lovely novel is Greer's prodigious talent."—Connie Ogle, The Miami Herald

"Bewitching . . . A book whose linguistic prowess and raw storytelling power is almost disruptive to the reader. It's too good to put down and yet each passage is also too good to leave behind....Every twenty pages or so, the plot implodes and the characters reveal themselves."—Devorah Vankin, Los Angeles Times

"The chronicle of one marriage, closely and elegantly examined . . . The new novel is built on several narrative surprises that cannot (or should not) be revealed. . . . The Story of a Marriage is more than worth the reader's attention. It's thoughtful, complex, and exquisitely written."—Carolyn See, The Washington Post

Carolyn See
The Story of a Marriage is just that, the chronicle of one marriage, closely and elegantly examined…a plot that deepens as surprises explode unexpectedly and terrifyingly. The Story of a Marriage is more than worth the reader's attention. It's thoughtful, complex and exquisitely written.
—The Washington Post
Maggie Scarf
Andrew Sean Greer's much-praised previous novel, The Confessions of Max Tivoli, was an eerie "memoir" of someone born with the appearance of an old, wrinkled man who then ages backward, looking ever younger as he matures inwardly. John Updike found the book "enchanting, in the perfumed, dandified style of disenchantment brought to grandeur by Proust and Nabokov." Greer's new novel is equally praiseworthy, but the influence it evokes is less that of Proust or Nabokov than of Edgar Allan Poe…A timeless story of conflicting loyalties, The Story of a Marriage has roots in the fiction of Poe's era, but, fittingly enough, its plot is firmly anchored in the vividly described America of the early 1950s—a seemingly serene era whose submerged social, racial and political tensions would soon create their own disruptions and upheavals.
—The New York Times Book Review
S. Kirk Walsh
From the beginning of this inspired, lyrical novel, the reader is pulled along by the attentive voice of Pearlie, a young African-American woman who travels west to San Francisco in search of a better life after growing up in a rural Kentucky town…Mr. Greer's considerable gifts as a storyteller ascend to the heights of masters like Marilynne Robinson and William Trevor. In the hands of a lesser writer this narrative might have stumbled into a literary derivation of Annie Proulx's now famous short story "Brokeback Mountain." But instead Mr. Greer creates a moving story that is all his own via an intimate view of Pearlie's world, which has spun off its axis…Mr. Greer seamlessly choreographs an intricate narrative that speaks authentically to the longings and desires of his characters.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly

In this sad but beautiful tale of love, marriage and the limited perspective granted humans, Greer reveals how shocking events are needed to pitch people beyond their one-dimensional views of the world. Living in San Francisco in the mid-1950s, Pearlie learns that she does not know nearly as much about her husband as she once thought when an old friend of his appears at their door one day. S. Epatha Merkerson establishes a strong vocal persona in this first-person narrative and completely embodies Pearlie with a soft, lightly raspy and lilting voice that proves hypnotic. She executes other vocal characters ranging from a young child to some elderly aunts with believable inflection and subtlety. Merkerson's nuance and projection inject character elements in Pearlie that while not present in the beginning of the novel come to fruition later on, thus performing the intriguing feat of vocal foreshadowing. A Farrar, Straus & Giroux hardcover (Reviews, Jan. 28). (May)

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Publishers Weekly

As he demonstrated in the imaginative The Confessions of Max Tivoli, Greer can spin a touching narrative based on an intriguing premise. Even a diligent reader will be surprised by the revelations twisting through this novel and will probably turn back to the beginning pages to find the oblique hints hidden in Greer's crystalline prose. In San Francisco in 1953, narrator Pearlie relates the circumstances of her marriage to Holland Cook, her childhood sweetheart. Pearlie's sacrifices for Holland begin when they are teenagers and continue when the two reunite a few years later, marry and have an adored son. The reappearance in Holland's life of his former boss and lover, Buzz Drumer, propels them into a triangular relationship of agonizing decisions. Greer expertly uses his setting as historical and cultural counterpoint to a story that hinges on racial and sexual issues and a climate of fear and repression. Though some readers may find it overly sentimental, this is a sensitive exploration of the secrets hidden even in intimate relationships, a poignant account of people helpless in the throes of passion and an affirmation of the strength of the human spirit. (May)

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Kirkus Reviews
World War II shapes and complicates a young married couple's shared and separate lives in this latest from California author Greer (The Confessions of Max Tivoli, 2004, etc.). What narrator Pearlie Cook says of her introverted spouse Holland ("We think we know the ones we love.") applies also to herself, in one of several surprise twists taken by Greer's slowly unfolding plot. We learn early on that she met shy, handsome neighbor Holland Cook in grade school in their native Kentucky. After Holland enlisted and went overseas, Pearlie moved to California, where she volunteered for a military organization, then married the wounded returning soldier (further burdened by congenital illness), devoted herself to creating a peaceful, loving environment and bore him a son (who would be stricken with poliomyelitis). Her family's story becomes entangled with that of "Buzz" Drumer, Holland's hospital roommate, whose disclosures overturn everything Pearlie thought she knew, and confirm her determination to protect her husband and son-though, she'll eventually acknowledge, she has managed instead "to step on and alter a war, and a marriage, and the course of several lives." Greer creates numerous moving moments, but they're often obscured by emotionally charged figurative language and imperfectly dramatized expressions of enlightened social and political attitudes. (If only George Orwell had edited this book . . . ) Little more can be said without revealing the novel's crucial surprises-except that the author simply tries too hard, and the reader balks at its surplus of sentimentality. Greer's best feature as a novelist is his willingness to keep trying new things. Let's hope his next book avoids theworst excesses of this one.
The Barnes & Noble Review
I face a challenge here: how to discuss a story that relies for its considerable drama on a series of startling revelations essential to its artistry. In Andrew Sean Greer's novel, the clues planted along the way are subtle enough that even a careful reader is likely to be caught off guard. Count me among the surprised, several times over. The opening line of the book is a seemingly shopworn sentiment: "We think we know the ones we love." That Pearlie Cook, the speaker of this line and the narrator of the novel, will turn out not to have truly known her husband is plain from the first page. The extent of her misapprehensions and their effect on the relationship form the basis of the novel's carefully cultivated suspense.

Pearlie, a dutiful, nurturing, and "vigilant" housewife, is looking back at many years' remove on her courtship and marriage to a man named Holland Cook. The action takes place primarily in San Francisco, in 1953, and World War II and Korea form an ever-present backdrop to the story, such that "a soft burring noise that sounded like a warplane nosing its way through the clouds...was just someone mowing his lawn."

Pearlie first fell for Holland at 18, when she helped hide him from the draft during World War II until he was discovered, and then met him again by chance at 21, finding him a changed person after his time in the service. She loves him anyway, and despite the objections of one of Holland's aunts, they soon marry.

Holland is a handsome and caring husband and father -- the couple have a son, stricken with polio -- but Greer allows us to see him as something of a hollow man, a mystery to those around him. He nevertheless remains in essence the center of the story, the other characters surrounding and encircling him, as if in traveling in orbit, willingly or not. Told that he suffers from "bad blood, a crooked heart," Pearlie creates a home for Holland as free as possible from noise and disquiet. She buys a dog that cannot bark, and, in a poignant touch, she clips all the bad news out of the newspaper before he comes home from work to read it. But she can't prevent the arrival of a stranger called Buzz Drumer, also scarred by wartime, who brings with him unwelcome truths and, after a period of ingratiation, an outlandish request for help.

In Greer's widely praised Confessions of Max Tivoli, he also artfully unspooled the narrative by creating a series of nagging questions without ready answers. That tale, set in the late 19th and early 20th century, succeeded in its re-creation of a specific social milieu, and here again in The Story of a Marriage, Greer assuredly evokes another era -- a time of "Negro" sections at diners, soap box derbies, air raid drills, the Julius and Ethel Rosenberg case, and the steady and profound fear of war.

Max Tivoli relied on a gimmicky central conceit: the hero ages backward physically while aging psychologically in the conventional way; Max is not only a freak of nature but of authorial will. The Story of a Marriage is more closely allied to realism, and we come to know Pearlie as a more recognizable kind of outsider in a society deeply wary of otherness. Pearlie is a more accessible character than Max, as Greer convincingly inhabits a woman's voice. Exiled even from the workings of her husband's mind, Pearlie is forced to look on as others have the sensation "of naming your desire and feeling the right to possess it." In Max Tivoli and The Story of a Marriage both, Greer places his characters in very unusual and pained circumstances, but through them he adroitly dramatizes the universal experience and disappointments of growing older -- becoming, in Max's words, "a widow to my own hopes," and in Pearlie's, "an immigrant from that vanished land: my youth."

If this insight into character is among his strengths, Greer's chief weakness is a tendency is to indulge in extended ruminations -- on, say, the nature of time or love -- in which he seems to have fallen for his own prose. His writing can take on a purplish color that frustrates our desire to be drawn in by the surprising and satisfying turns of his storytelling. This is especially true in The Confessions of Max Tivoli, where the protagonist's thwarted, burning desires are at times overwrought, but in The Story of a Marriage, too, there are trite observations like "Perhaps love is a minor madness" and narrative intrusions like this one: "How do you make someone love you? For the very young, there can be nothing harder in the world. You may try as hard as you like: place yourself beside them, cook their favorite food, bring them wine or sing the love songs that you know will move them. They will not move them."

The Story of a Marriage, though, is a slim work of genuine originality whose uniqueness rests in large part on information I would rather not share. What can be said is that when Greer doesn't overreach, the novel provides more than its share of lovely writing: "The driver struck a match and we were briefly bathed in that warm light before he touched it, gently, to his cigarette and then, when that was lit, thermometer-shook the match to darkness, leaving only a smoky question mark." More crucially, Greer deftly portrays characters whose true selves are hidden beneath opaque facades, and creates a tale of disorienting and almost painful moral vertigo. The Story of Marriage conveys, with great sensitivity, the sting of coming to "see our lives as a fiction we have written and believed." --Evan Hughes

Evan Hughes has written for The New York Review of Books, The London Review of Books, and The New York Times Book Review, among other publications.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312428280
  • Publisher: Picador
  • Publication date: 3/31/2009
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 208
  • Sales rank: 354,602
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Andrew Sean Greer

Andrew Sean Greer is the bestselling author of five works of fiction, including The Story of a Marriage, which The New York Times has called an "inspired, lyrical novel," and The Confessions of Max Tivoli, which was named a best book of 2004 by the San Francisco Chronicle and the Chicago Tribune. His stories have appeared in The New Yorker, Esquire, and The Paris Review. He is the recipient of the Northern California Book Award, the California Book Award, the New York Public Library Young Lions Award, the O Henry Award for short fiction and fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the New York Public Library. Greer lives in San Francisco.

Biography

Born in Washington, D.C., Andrew Sean Greer studied creative writing at Brown University (where he delivered the Commencement speech at his own graduation ceremony!) and received his M.F.A. in 1996 from the University of Montana. After grad school, he moved to the West Coast, living for a while in Seattle before finally settling in San Francisco. His work began to appear in literary magazines, and in 2000 he released How It Was for Me, an anthology of short stories The New York Times Book Review called an "impressive first collection." One year later, his debut novel The Path of Minor Planets was published to much acclaim.

However, it was his second novel, 2004's The Confessions of Max Tivoli, that proved to be Greer's big breakthrough. The title character of this bittersweet love story is a freak of nature: Born a baby with the appearance of a 70-year-old man, Max proceeds to live his entire life in reverse, ending up a wise old man trapped in the body of a helpless child. In a glowing New Yorker review, literary legend John Updike proclaimed the novel "...enchanting, in the perfumed, dandified style of disenchantment brought to grandeur by Proust and Nabokov." It was named a year-end best book by The San Francisco Chronicle, The Chicago Tribune, and the Miami Herald. His most current work is The Story of a Marriage.

In addition to his novels, Greer continues to publish short fiction, reviews, and criticism. His work has appeared in Esquire, Paris Review, The New Yorker, and The New York Times.

Good To Know

In our interview, Greer shared some fun and fascinating facts about himself with us:

"I'm an identical twin. His name is Michael Greer and he's also a fiction writer, and though our styles are very different, we love reading each other's work. We used to live a block apart in San Francisco, but he went to grad school in New York and now lives in Brooklyn, so if you think you've seen me on the streets of New York, it's probably not me, but say hi anyway. We're both very used to being greeted by strangers who think we're someone else."

"Some early jobs I had while trying to survive as a writer: reservationist at a fancy restaurant, chauffeur for a woman who couldn't drive because of a double mastectomy, sound and lighting Technician for experimental theater in New York, acting extra on Saturday Night Live, game tester for Nintendo, attendant to a woman recovering from plastic surgery, and so on. Although every writer must have a day job, I vowed at least to make mine interesting so I'd have something to write about. One of my weirdest jobs -- touring New England private schools with a Vietnamese boy and pretending to be his English tutor -- made it into the first story of my collection, How It Was for Me."

"I like dogs and burritos. I dislike direct sunlight and cantaloupes."

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    1. Hometown:
      San Francisco, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      November 21, 1970
    2. Place of Birth:
      Washington, D.C.
    1. Education:
      B.A. in English, Brown University, 1992; M.F.A . in Fiction, University of Montana, 1996

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We think we know the ones we love.

Our husbands, our wives. We know them—we are them, sometimes; when separated at a party we find ourselves voicing their opinions, their taste in food or books, telling an anecdote that never happened to us but happened to them. We watch their tics of conversation, of driving and dressing, how they touch a sugar cube to their coffee and stare as it turns white to brown, then drop it, satisfied, into the cup. I watched my own husband do that every morning; I was a vigilant wife.

We think we know them. We think we love them. But what we love turns out to be a poor translation, a translation we ourselves have made, from a language we barely know. We try to get past it to the original, but we never can. We have seen it all. But what have we really understood?

One morning we awaken. Beside us, that familiar sleeping body in the bed: a new kind of stranger. For me, it came in 1953. That was when I stood in my house and saw a creature merely bewitched with my husband’s face.

Perhaps you cannot see a marriage. Like those giant heavenly bodies invisible to the human eye, it can only be charted by its gravity, its pull on everything around it. That is how I think of it. That I must look at everything around it, all the hidden stories, the unseen parts, so that somewhere in the middle—turning like a dark star—it will reveal itself at last.

The story of how I met my husband; even that’s not simple. We met twice: once in our Kentucky hometown, and once on a beach in San Francisco. It was a joke for our whole marriage, that we were strangers twice.

I was a teenager when I fell in love with Holland Cook. We grew up in the same farming community, where there were plenty of boys to love—at that age I was like those Amazonian frogs, bright green, oozing emotion from every pore—but I caught no one’s eye. Other girls had boys falling over them, and although I did my hair just like them and ripped the trim off attic dresses and sewed it on my hems, it did no good. My skin began to feel like clothing I had outgrown; I saw myself as tall and gawky; and as no one ever told me I was beautiful—neither my mother nor my disapproving father—I decided that I must be plain.

So when a boy came along who actually met my eyes, who showed up along my walk from school and got himself invited in for a slice of bread, I didn’t know what to make of him. I could tell he wanted something. For some reason I thought it was help on his schoolwork, so I always went to great pains to hide my notebooks and not sit next to him in class; I wouldn’t be used like a crib sheet. But of course that wasn’t what he wanted; he was always good in school. He never said what he wanted, in fact, not in all the years I knew him, but you do not judge a man by what he says. You judge him by what he does, and one clear bright night in May when we walked by the strawberry patch, he held my hand all the way to Childress. That’s all it took, just the briefest touch, in those days when I wore my nerves outside my skin like lace. Of course I lost my heart.

I was there with Holland in World War Two. He loved that I “talked like a book” and not like any of the other girls, and when the time finally came for him to go into the army, I watched him step onto that bus and head to war. It was a lonely grief for a young girl.

It never occurred to me that I could leave as well, not until a government man walked up to our house and asked for me by name. I tromped down in my faded sundress to find a very ruddy and clean-shaven man wearing a lapel pin of the Statue of Liberty in gold; I coveted it terribly. His name was Mr. Pinker. He was the kind of man you were supposed to obey. He talked to me about jobs in California, how industries wanted strong women like me. His words—they were rips in a curtain, revealing a vista to a world I had never imagined before: airplanes, California; it was like agreeing to travel to another planet. After I thanked the man, he said, “Well then, as thanks you can do a favor for me.” To my young mind, it seemed like nothing special at all.

“Now that sounds like the first bright idea you ever had,” my father said when I mentioned leaving. I can’t find any memory in which he held my gaze as long as he did that day. I packed my bags and never saw Kentucky again.

On the bus ride to California, I studied the mountains’ ascent into a line of clouds and saw where, as if set upon those clouds, even higher mountains loomed. I had never seen a sight like that in all my life. It was as if the world had been enchanted all along and no one told me.

As for the favor the man asked of me, it was perfectly simple: he just wanted me to write letters. About the girls around me in the shipyard and the planes and conversations I overheard, everyday rituals: what we ate, what I wore, what I saw. I laughed to think what good it would do him. Now I can only laugh at myself—the government must have been looking for suspicious activities, but he didn’t tell me that. He told me to pretend I was keeping a diary. I did my duty; I did it even when I left my first job to become a WAVE—only a few other girls from a community like mine—spreading Noxzema on our pimply faces, the girls’ rears shaking to the radio, getting used to Coke instead of rationed coffee and Chinese food instead of hamburgers. I sat there every night and tried to write it all down, but I found my own life lacking; it hardly seemed worth telling. Like so many people, I was deaf to my own stories. So I made them up.

My life wasn’t interesting to me, but I’d read books that were, and that is what I put down, with details stolen from Flaubert and Ford and Ferber, intrigues and sorrows and brief colorful joys: a beautiful work of fiction for my country held together with silence and lies. That is, it turns out, what holds a country together. I did my job well, in the handwriting my mother had taught me, tall and loyal and true, signed with the special slipknot P for Pearlie I invented at the age of nine, mailed to Mr. William Pinker, 62 Holly Street, Washington, D.C.

What did you do in the war, Grandma? I lied to my country, pretending to tattle on friends. I’m sure I was just one of thousands; I’m sure it was a clearinghouse for lonely hearts like me. Imagine the ad jingle: “Be a finker . . . for Mr. Pinker!”

Then the war ended, as did the factory work for women and our jobs as WAVEs. I had long since stopped writing my notes to Washington; there was so much else to worry about and I had my position doing piecework sewing to pay for meals. And one day, alone down by the ocean, I walked right by a sailor on a bench, sitting with his book facedown like a fig leaf on his lap, staring out to sea.

I knew very little about men, so I was startled to see such despair on his square handsome face. I knew him. The boy who’d held my hand all the way to Childress, whose heart I had, at least briefly, possessed. Holland Cook.

I said hello.

“Well hi there, Sarah, how’s the dog?” he said amiably. The wind stopped, as if, like Holland, it did not recognize me. Sarah was not my name.

We stayed there for a moment in the oyster-colored air, with his smile slowly sagging, my hand holding the flap of my coat to my throat, my bright kerchief tugging in the wind, and a sickness building in my stomach. I could have moved on; merely walked away so he would never know who I was. Just some strange girl fading into the fog.

But instead I said my name.

Then you recognized me, didn’t you, Holland? Your childhood sweetheart. Pearlie who’d read poetry to you, who’d taken piano lessons from your mother; that was the second time we met. A sudden memory of home, opening like a pop-up book. He chatted with me, he even made me laugh a little, and when I said I had no escort to the movies that Friday and asked if he would come, he paused a while before looking at me, saying quietly, “All right.”

I was shocked when he turned up at my rooming house. The low-watt bulbs revealed a weary man, hat in his hands, his skin a little ashen, his elegant necktie loosely knotted. He claimed, years later, that he couldn’t even remember what he or I wore that night: “Was it the green dress?” No, Holland; it was black roses on white; its pattern is framed and hung in my memory alongside our honeymoon wallpaper (pale green garlands). I thought he might be drunk; I was afraid he might collapse, but he smiled and offered his arm and after the film took me to a nice restaurant out in North Beach. At dinner, he hardly ate or spoke. He barely looked at me, or noticed the stares we got from other patrons; his own gaze was fixed on two cast-iron dogs that sat before the unlit fireplace. So after we had taken the streetcar to my corner, and it was time to say good night, I was surprised when he turned very quickly and kissed me on the mouth. An electric jolt of happiness passed through me. He stepped back, breathing quickly and buttoned his jacket to go. “I have to see a friend,” he told me sharply.

“Holland,” I said. He looked back at me as if I had jerked a string. “Holland,” I repeated. He waited. And then I said the right thing. It was the only time I ever did: “Let me take care of you.”

His deep eyes awakened. Did he think I meant to remind him of our time back in Kentucky, that I offered the soft threat of the past? A dark line appeared between his eyebrows.

He said, “You don’t know me, not really.”

I told him that didn’t matter, but what I meant was that he was wrong; I knew him, of course I knew all about him from that time in our constricting little hometown: the grass behind the schoolyard we used to poke with a stick, the path from Franklin to Childress cluttered with witch hazel and touch-me-nots and railroad vine, the ice shivering in a summer pitcher of his mother’s lemonade—the lost world that only I remembered. For here we were so far from home. The one we could never regain. Who could know him better than I?

I acted instinctively. All I wanted was to keep him there on the shining streetcar tracks. “Let me take care of you again.”

“You serious?” he asked.

“You know, Holland, I’ve never been kissed by any boy but you.”

“That ain’t true, it’s been years, Pearlie. So much has changed.”

“I haven’t changed.”

Immediately he took my shoulder and pressed his lips to mine.

Two months later, by those same cable-car tracks, he whispered: “Pearlie, I need you to marry me.” He told me that I didn’t really know his life, and of course he was right. Yet I married him. He was too beautiful a man to lose and I loved him.

Excerpted from The Story of a Marriage by Andrew Sean Greer. Copyright © 2008 by Andrew Sean Greer. Published in April 2008 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Reading Group Guide

Discussion Questions

1. How does your view of Pearlie and Holland change in the first course of reading Part I?

What were your assumptions about them on a first reading and how did they alter?

2. What was your reaction to Buzz’s arrival on Pearlie’s doorstep? And to the spped with

which he becomes such a regular guest in Pearlie and Holland’s home?

3. How does Buzz and Pearlie’s relationship develop and change in the course of the novel?

Discuss what brings them together and separates them.

4. At one point it he novel, Pearlie says, “I am sure we each loved a different man. Because

a lover exists only in fragments…” (p. 64). Do Pearlie and Buzz each know a different

Holland? Does Holland surprise you by the choice he finally makes?

5. “It was a medieval time for mothers,” Pearlie tells us (p.14). How much does Pearlie’s

role as a wife and a caregiver define her? Do you think she could have responded

differently to Buzz and his revelations?

6. How did you think about or remember the fifties before reading this novel? Why is it so

often portrayed as a period of innocence, despite the polio epidemic, the Korean War, the

Red Scare, and segregation? Did the novel change the way you think about this period?

7. Pearlie tells us that she was a “finker for Mr. Pinker” (p. 120). What effect does that have

on your view of her and your trust in her as a narrator?

8. “This is a war story. It was not meant to be. It started as a love story, the story of a

marriage, but the war has stuck to it everywhere like shattered glass. Not an ordinary

story of men in battle but of those who did not go to way” (p. 156). Discuss the way the

war affects Pearlie, Holland, Buzz, Annabel Platt, and William Platt.

9. How do the lives of Ethel Rosenberg and Eslanda Goode Robeson relate to Pearlie?

10. Why do you think Pearlie goes to the International Settlement? Does her view of

homosexuality change in the course of the novel, and if so, how?

11. How did what happened in Kentucky shape both Pearlie and Holland? And how are they

affected by the social changes that happen in the course of their lives?

12. How does Sonny’s life differ from that of his parents?

13. “We think we know the ones we love…But what have we really understood?” (p.3). How

do you think the novel answers that question?

14. Do you agree with Pearlie’s decision at the end of novel not to meet Buzz? Why does she

prefer to walk out of the hotel and into the sunlight?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2010

    A 21st century great

    One of the smartest books of the 21st century. Greer's use of imagery captivates the reader as Pearlie narrates the story of her marriage. He brilliantly compares war and love, the "gray" areas of life, and demonstrates that there is no black and white when it comes to love; for each person, love is an individual experience. A fabulous, thought provoking read with large universal truths about fighting for the one you love, the power of love, and the definition of marriage.

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  • Posted May 7, 2009

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    Beautiful writing, Pearlie is a wonderful narrator

    Greer's book is a quiet, meditative reflection on marriage told through the eyes of Pearlie. She narrates the story so while she tells the "story" of her marriage to Holland you never fully hear Holland's version of the story; she is always told what Holland might be thinking or needing and never truly asks for herself. Because the novel is set in the 1950s of the Korean War, the McCarthy hearings, and the Rosenberg execution, real events also shape Pearlie's story and thoughts on her marriage. I won't pretend that I didn't figure out the central problem of the marriage in the first twenty pages but the beauty of the novel is reading Pearlie's reasoning and decision-making process. Of particular interest is Pearlie's fixation on Ethel Rosenberg and how Ethel is reflected in Pearlie's thoughts; the ramifications of silence and inaction are at the heart of Pearlie's story, too, and Pearlie has learned to find her voice and path at the end of the novel.

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  • Posted December 19, 2009

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    Is Mr. Greer Kidding?

    This pick was selected by my Book Club. What a POOR choice! The story was simply not plausible.
    The Story of a Marriage was a story about nothing, in my opinion that had any reality-based insight, character study, or plot. The idea that an African American woman from the South, who would venture west and become involved in any sense of the word(s) with a caucasion man, that her husband was alledgedly involved with is ludicrous. A bad, bad, bad story that in addition was poorly written.

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  • Posted November 9, 2009

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    Not bad, but not my first pick.

    This book was a staff recommendation at a BN store. The staff person told me it was the best book she had ever read, so her hype may have affected my perception of this book. Greer has a way of revealing information in a way that leads to some surprises in the plot. However, I don't think the plot was shocking or satisfying enough to warrant my full endorsement. I think Greer has some potential as a writer, so I hope another novel follows, perhaps with an entirely different topic and set of characters.

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  • Posted August 23, 2009

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    Great Story - but the writing wasn't there

    I felt that the writing was too confusing. I didn't enjoy this book and would never have finished it if it weren't for my book club.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2009

    Good ending

    It was a little hard to follow.

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  • Posted June 8, 2009

    Married or not you will enjoy this book.

    I really enjoyed this book. It was well written and the characters were revealed as I read.

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  • Posted April 19, 2009

    I do not recommend "The Story of a Marriage"

    "The Story of a Marriage" is a novel by Andrew Sean Greer based in the 1950's. This novel is about an African American woman, Pearlie, struggling to save her marriage, while trying to survive political, sexual, and racial repressions. After reading this novel I am sorry to say that I would not recommend this to other readers. The author had a great opportunity to make this a fantastic book considering the many details he came up with, but he failed to do the right things with them. He briefly mentioned certain appealing conflicts, he made parts of the novel confusing, and he failed to make the main conflict interesting.
    When I first considered reading this book I read the inside cover and I thought that this would be one of the most interesting books that I have read. The inside cover talked about Pearlie not knowing her husband, her son getting polio, and a stranger offering her $100,000; all of those things would have made a great book but he didn't go into detail. The biggest example of the author not going into detail would be Pearlie's son getting polio, he told us about it for about two sentences towards the beginning of the novel. After the author first mentioned Pearlie's son getting polio he briefly mentioned at any other time in the novel. Rarely do I read books on my own time but I was actually excited about reading this book because of what I read on the inside cover, but this book basically let me down.
    Another thing that frustrated me about this novel was how he transitioned between the present and the future. The story would be in the present tense, jump ten years into the future without any clue, and then jump back to the present. Those certain parts where he talked about the future, had me sitting there confused and having no idea what had just happened. In one part of the book Pearlie was remembering how her husband's mother hid him from the war, then it went immediately to her throwing away her eighteen year old son's draft card, but throughout most of the book he wasn't even ten yet. The author should have found a better way to go from the present to the future.
    The main conflict of the novel was that her husband's old love, Buzz, came back and wanted to get back into a relationship with him. Right away they went ahead and decide that Buzz was going to run away with her husband and in return she was going to receive $100,000. There was never a fight between Buzz and Pearlie; she never even fought for her husband. Throughout the whole book Pearlie and Buzz would meet and discuss him leaving with her husband and what he felt for him. The whole book was just plain boring and was never at any point interesting.
    The author briefly mentioned certain appealing conflicts, he made parts of the novel confusing, and he failed to make the main conflict interesting. This novel was absolutely boring and I would never recommend this book to anyone. The same author has written other great and popular books but this was not at all one of his better novels. I feel bad about saying this but I felt like this book was a complete waste of my time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2008

    Unlikely

    An unlikely story. So meditative and overly laden with metaphor as to become tedious.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Pearlie met Holland twice as strangers. The first time back home in Kentucky when he showed up to walk with her to school and could look the tall Pearlie eye to eye. Later after a Mr. Pinker persuaded Pearlie to come to California for employment writing letters to GIs fighting the Axis powers, they re-met on a Pacific beach. The second time around led to marriage although Holland is not quite the same health wise as he was before the war and has a child Sonny afflicted with polio.------------ In 1953 San Francisco, a stranger to Pearlie but Holland¿s former lover and boss Buzz Drumer arrives. At a time when the Americans are fighting another war on an Asian peninsular while the fear of communism permeates very segment of life, he makes a strange offer of $100,000. Holland wants to accept the terms while Pearlie is afraid. Her fears stem from the realization that her husband remains a stranger with his dark secrets as the appearance of Mr. Drumer proves.----------- Told by a continuingly stunned Pearlie, the surprising yet plausible disclosures seem to keep coming throughout this poignant historical novel that affirms regardless of relationships everyone has a part of them that remains a stranger to their significant other. The triangle that forms between the shocked Pearlie, the secretive Holland, and the stranger-not stranger Mr. Drumer make for a fabulous look at the early 1950s in which Andrew Sean Greer asserts that the ¿Happy Days¿ nostalgic innocence claimed by modern revisionists is untrue. The author subtly explores young health issues, post traumatic distress syndrome of returning veterans, racism, sexism, and being politically correct during the ¿I Like Ike¿ era.------------ Harriet Klausner

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