The Versions of Us

The Versions of Us

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by Laura Barnett
     
 

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In one moment, two lives will be changed forever . . . and forever . . . and forever.

The one thing that’s certain is they met on a Cambridge street by chance and felt a connection that would last a lifetime. But as for what happened next . . . They fell wildly in love, or went their separate ways. They kissed, or they thought better of it.

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In one moment, two lives will be changed forever . . . and forever . . . and forever.

The one thing that’s certain is they met on a Cambridge street by chance and felt a connection that would last a lifetime. But as for what happened next . . . They fell wildly in love, or went their separate ways. They kissed, or they thought better of it. They married soon after, or were together for a few weeks before splitting up. They grew distracted and disappointed with their daily lives together, or found solace together only after hard years spent apart. 
 
With The Versions of Us, Laura Barnett has created a world as magical and affecting as those that captivated readers in One Day and Life After Life. It is a tale of possibilities and consequences that rings across the shifting decades, from the fifties, sixties, seventies, and on to the present, showing how even the smallest choices can define the course of our lives. 
 

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
★ 01/11/2016
British journalist Barnett’s debut novel imagines the delicious prospect of romantic do-overs, cleverly negotiating the tricky and often dizzying terrain of three versions of first love. Eva and Jim first cross paths in 1958, and in “Version One,” aspiring writer Eva’s bike runs over a nail and law student Jim fixes it, with the pair falling instantly in love and marrying. In “Version Two,” Eva’s bike misses the nail, and she marries her actor boyfriend, David. “Version Three” starts similarly to the first version, but this time, Eva leaves Jim when she discovers she’s pregnant with David’s child. The stories and careers variously unfold across 50 years—the “Version Two” Eva and Jim finally meet in 1963 in New York—with parents aging, children growing up and moving on, spouses moving in and out, with Eva’s writing and Jim’s painting flourishing or withering depending on the version. The constants are love and death—and the portraits of Eva that Jim has drawn. In the first version, Eva views the one portrait as a “version of her. His version, or the version she once offered him.” In the second version, a 1977 triptych depicts “three couples. Three lives. Three possible versions,” a reminder of Jim’s declaration that “you were there with me all along.” In the third version, the painting feels like something Jim had long ago forgotten. Barnett’s evocative presentation is a masterly romantic study of love’s choices and consequences, leaving wide open just what constitutes a perfect ending. Agent: Sally Wofford-Girand, Union Literary. (May)
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#1 UK Bestseller
An Indie Next Pick, May 2016
A Publishers Marketplace Buzz Book 2016: Spring/ Summer
One of the Observer’s New Faces of Fiction
Winner of the Richard and Judy Spring Book Club 2016 (UK)​
 
"Barnett's enchanting debut imagines three possible lives, three possible love stories—each with its unique joys and sorrows—demonstrating that life has no perfect path."—PEOPLE, "The Best New Books"

“Every love affair has an origin story, and the one that launches The Versions of Us is as picturesque as any: A pretty coed, late to class one blustery October afternoon, swerves to avoid the little terrier skittering into her path, and a chivalrous young man comes to the rescue. Her tire is flat, punctured by a rusty nail; their chemistry, electric and instantaneous, is not…Versions is smart enough to know that the fantasy of infinite possibility is thrilling—but not nearly as much as the reality of true human connection.”—ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY

"A subtle meditation on the ways people change each other. Although the premise is romantic, Barnett explores romance in a realistic way, including obsession, insecurity, and sacrifice. Jim and Eva bring out the best and worst in each other, and their relationship(s) is a testament to the dark and light sides of romantic love...The choices we make under different circumstances are the real heart of the novel, as well as a sense that all paths are worth traveling."—CHICAGO REVIEW OF BOOKS

"British journalist Barnett’s debut novel imagines the delicious prospect of romantic do-overs, cleverly negotiating the tricky and often dizzying terrain of three versions of first love...Barnett’s evocative presentation is a masterly romantic study of love’s choices and consequences, leaving wide open just what constitutes a perfect ending."—PUBLISHERS WEEKLY, starred and boxed review

"Barnett masterfully pulls the reader through these alternating tales. Each option is compelling and believable. Perhaps there’s a lesson to be learned here: Regardless of the paths we choose, the people who are meant to be in our lives will find their way there."—BOOKPAGE

"An intriguing exploration of the many roads not taken."—BOOKLIST

"Fans of the novel One Day and the movie Sliding Doors will want to pick up this debut."—KIRKUS REVIEWS

"A rich, complex, and deeply satisfying novel… One of the most engrossing novels either of us has read in years."—Richard Madeley, THE RICHARD AND JUDY BOOK CLUB

"A triumphant debut… a thoughtful, measured book about the interplay of chance and destiny in our lives."—Elena Seymenliyska, SUNDAY TELEGRAPH

"Its very scope is a joy, the technical achievement seamlessly done, and the ending – all the endings – suitably affecting."—Jenny Colgan, THE GUARDIAN

"Well written, stunningly crafted and constantly surprising… An utterly convincing love story about two people destined to be together somehow, no matter what."—Kate Saunders, THE TIMES

"Barnett renders an irresistible concept in sweet, cool prose."—Hephzibah Anderson, THE OBSERVER

"Unique, complex and playful… Barnett suspends our disbelief like a conjuror."—Elizabeth Fremantle, SUNDAY EXPRESS

"An affecting and thought-provoking work, The Versions Of Us will keep you gripped until the tear-jerking conclusion."—Mernie Gilmore, DAILY EXPRESS

"A clever, romantic debut.. Barnett tells three outcomes of the same affair, a simple, effective metaphor for the paths love itself can take you on."—GRAZIA

"Such an exciting and clever novel. It marks the emergence of a major talent in literary fiction."—Viv Groskop, RED

"A deeply moving and emotional story that has the ability to make you evaluate your own life."—STYLIST

‘A captivating whirlwind of a book… Barnett weaves the myriad strains of her characters’ lives into a cohesive and compelling whole.’ (Sarah Gilmartin, IRISH TIMES)

"She is a stylish writer; so much so, it’s hard to believe that this is her first novel. Spanning the entire second half of the 20th century and much of the 21st, this book is evocative and atmospheric."—Anne Cunningham, IRISH INDEPENDENT

"Where to begin? With the fluid and effortless prose? The poise and control of the author? The tenderness – but never sentimentality – which permeates the characterization? The cleverness of the plot device? The Versions of Us is both brilliant and astonishingly good."—ELIZABETH BUCHAN

"Truly enthralling… I simply adored this wonderful novel."—JESSIE BURTON, author of The Miniaturist

"I absolutely loved [The Versions of Us]. It’s so elegantly and beautifully written… I was equally enthralled by each of the three versions… A really wonderful book."—ESTHER FREUD

"Three roads diverged in a wood...and you have no idea which one the characters are going to take. It’s “Sliding Doors” meets “One Day” and a lot of ‘what ifs.’" —theSkimm
Library Journal
05/01/2016
Taking a leaf from Kate Atkinson's Life After Life, this touching novel looks at three different ways the lifelong romance between artist Jim Taylor and writer Eva Edelstein might have turned out. It begins with a chance meeting at Cambridge University in 1958 and then follows the pair over the years until the present. Jim and Eva marry, or maybe Eva marries the vain actor David Katz. Through the decades, they have various relationships that are both troubled and happy, bear a number of children, and endure plenty of family drama in England, Italy, France, and California. This clever and imaginative novel with intriguing characters presents three equally engaging stories. Yet switching among the three versions can become so confusing that readers may wish for a genealogy chart to keep everyone straight. VERDICT Reading this ambitious first novel is like putting together the pieces of a complex puzzle. The challenge pays off—only when the puzzle is complete can readers see the whole panoramic picture. [See Prepub Alert, 11/9/15.]—Leslie Patterson, Rehoboth, MA
Kirkus Reviews
2016-02-11
The multiverse migrates out of science fiction for a fling with romance. Eva Edelstein, biking to class in 1958 at Cambridge, runs over a rusty nail. A tall, blue-eyed student, Jim Taylor, offers to fix her tire. In version one, she accepts his help and eventually marries him. In version two, she is muddled and marries a less-likely beau. In version three, Eva marries the same lesser bloke but makes a course correction midbook. In bite-sized alternating chapters, Eva's and Jim's lives spin along, apart and intersecting, together and fraying, over the next 56 years. Newcomer Barnett labels each chapter installment as version one, two, or three. This triple-braided structure builds poignancy, as the same 30th birthday party or funeral, populated by the same characters, unspools into different outcomes. So Eva is "plumping cushions" while Jim's lover Helena is "cleaning, tidying" in parallel but different stories as Jim paints a triptych he calls The Versions of Us. Children arrive, toddle, grow into sullen adolescence, and launch families of their own. Careers founder or flourish; infidelities are pursued. Pot is inhaled throughout the 1960s; tobacco is smoked to the end. In every era, cats are petted under their chins, and vats of alcohol swilled. Secondary characters—Eva's best friend, Penelope; Jim's art dealer, Stephen—are barely inhabited devices. Barnett, a British journalist writing her first novel about British journalist Eva trying to write her first novel, has a weakness for clichés and clunkers, such as "Do you see how beautiful we are?" Beauty is not enough, of course. Those readers particularly fond of the one-true-love trope will overlook what cloys. Others will long for the superior sentences and searing London Blitz scenes in Kate Atkinson's Life After Life, a much better multiverse novel. Still, this debut work, like three snowballs running downhill, gathers the old-fashioned Newtonian momentum of a good yarn. We see the consequences of small choices echoing through the years. Fans of the novel One Day and the movie Sliding Doors will want to pick up this debut.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780544634244
Publisher:
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date:
05/03/2016
Pages:
416
Sales rank:
49,505
Product dimensions:
6.10(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.80(d)

Read an Excerpt

1938

This is how it begins.

A woman stands on a station platform, a suitcase in her right hand, in her left a yellow handkerchief, with which she is dabbing at her face. The bluish skin around her eyes is wet, and the coal-smoke catches in her throat.

There is nobody to wave her off—she forbade them from coming, though her mother wept, as she herself is doing now—and yet still she stands on tiptoe to peer over the milling hats and fox furs. Perhaps Anton, tired of their mother’s tears, relented, lifted her down the long flights of stairs in her bath chair, dressed her hands in mittens. But there is no Anton, no Mama. The concourse is crowded with strangers.

Miriam steps onto the train, stands blinking in the dim light of the corridor. A man with a black moustache and a violin case looks from her face to the great swelling dome of her stomach.

‘Where is your husband?’ he asks.

‘In England.’ The man regards her, his head cocked, like a bird’s. Then he leans forward, takes up her suitcase in his free hand. She opens her mouth to protest, but he is already walking ahead.

‘There is a spare seat in my compartment.’

All through the long journey west, they talk. He offers her herring and pickles from a damp paper bag, and Miriam takes them, though she loathes herring, because it is almost a day since she last ate. She never says aloud that there is no husband in England, but he knows. When the train shudders to a halt on the border and the guards order all passengers to disembark, Jakob keeps her close to him as they stand shivering, snowmelt softening the loose soles of her shoes.

‘Your wife?’ the guard says to Jakob as he reaches for her papers.

Jakob nods. Six months later, on a clear, bright day in Margate, the baby sleeping in the plump, upholstered arms of the rabbi’s wife, that is what Miriam becomes.

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It also begins here.

Another woman stands in a garden, among roses, rubbing the small of her back. She wears a long blue painter’s smock, her husband’s. He is painting now, indoors, while she moves her other hand to the great swelling dome of her stomach.

There was a movement, a quickening, but it has passed. A trug, half filled with cut flowers, lies on the ground by her feet. She takes a deep breath, drawing in the crisp apple smell of clipped grass—she hacked at the lawn earlier, in the cool of the morning, with the pruning shears. She must keep busy: she has a horror of staying still, of allowing the blankness to roll over her like a sheet. It is so soft, so comforting. She is afraid she will fall asleep beneath it, and the baby will fall with her.

Vivian bends to retrieve the trug. As she does so, she feels something rip and tear. She stumbles, lets out a cry. Lewis does not hear her: he plays music while he’s working. Chopin mostly, Wagner sometimes, when his colours are taking a darker turn. She is on the ground, the trug upended next to her, roses strewn across the paving, red and pink, their petals crushed and browning, exuding their sickly perfume. The pain comes again and Vivian gasps; then she remembers her neighbour, Mrs Dawes, and calls out her name.

In a moment, Mrs Dawes is grasping Vivian’s shoulders with her capable hands, lifting her to the bench by the door, in the shade. She sends the grocer’s boy, standing fish-mouthed at the front gate, scuttling off to fetch the doctor, while she runs upstairs to find Mr Taylor—such an odd little man, with his pot-belly and snub gnome’s nose: not at all how she’d thought an artist would look. But sweet with it. Charming.

Vivian knows nothing but the waves of pain, the sudden coolness of bed sheets on her skin, the elasticity of minutes and hours, stretching out beyond limit until the doctor says, ‘Your son. Here is your son.’ Then she looks down and sees him, recognises him, winking up at her with an old man’s knowing eyes.

Part I

VERSION ONE

Cambridge, October 1958

Later, Eva will think, If it hadn’t been for that rusty nail, Jim and I would never have met.

The thought will slip into her mind, fully formed, with a force that will snatch her breath. She’ll lie still, watching the light slide around the curtains, considering the precise angle of her tyre on the rutted grass; the nail itself, old and crooked; the small dog, snouting the verge, failing to heed the sound of gear and tyre. She had swerved to miss him, and her tyre had met the rusty nail. How easy—how much more probable—would it have been for none of these things to happen?

But that will be later, when her life before Jim will already seem soundless, drained of colour, as if it had hardly been a life at all. Now, at the moment of impact, there is only a faint tearing sound, and a soft exhalation of air.

‘Damn,’ Eva says. She presses down on the pedals, but her front tyre is jittering like a nervous horse. She brakes, dismounts, kneels to make her diagnosis. The little dog hovers penitently at a distance, barks as if in apology, then scuttles off after its owner—who is, by now, a good deal ahead, a departing figure in a beige trench coat.

There is the nail, lodged above a jagged rip, at least two inches long. Eva presses the lips of the tear and air emerges in a hoarse wheeze. The tyre’s already almost flat: she’ll have to walk the bicycle back to college, and she’s already late for supervision. Professor Farley will assume she hasn’t done her essay on the Four Quartets, when actually it has kept her up for two full nights—it’s in her satchel now, neatly copied, five pages long, excluding footnotes. She is rather proud of it, was looking forward to reading it aloud, watching old Farley from the corner of her eye as he leaned forward, twitching his eyebrows in the way he does when something really interests him.

Scheiße,’ Eva says: in a situation of this gravity, only German seems to do.

‘Are you all right there?’

She is still kneeling, the bicycle weighing heavily against her side. She examines the nail, wonders whether it would do more harm than good to take it out. She doesn’t look up.

‘Fine, thanks. It’s just a puncture.’

The passer-by, whoever he is, is silent. She assumes he has walked on, but then his shadow—the silhouette of a man, hatless, reaching into his jacket pocket—begins to shift across the grass towards her. ‘Do let me help. I have a kit here.’

She looks up now. The sun is dipping behind a row of trees—just a few weeks into Michaelmas term and already the days are shortening—and the light is behind him, darkening his face. His shadow, now attached to feet in scuffed brown brogues, appears grossly tall, though the man seems of average height. Pale brown hair, in need of a cut; a Penguin paperback in his free hand. Eva can just make out the title on the spine, Brave New World, and she remembers, quite suddenly, an afternoon—a wintry Sunday; her mother making Vanillekipferl in the kitchen, the sound of her father’s violin drifting up from the music room—when she had lost herself completely in Huxley’s strange, frightening vision of the future.

She lays the bicycle down carefully on its side, gets to her feet. ‘That’s very kind of you, but I’m afraid I’ve no idea how to use one. The porter’s boy always fixes mine.’

‘I’m sure.’ His tone is light, but he’s frowning, searching the other pocket. ‘I may have spoken too soon, I’m afraid. I’ve no idea where it is. So sorry. I usually have it with me.’

Meet the Author


LAURA BARNETT is a writer, journalist, and theatre critic. She has been on staff at the Guardian and the Daily Telegraph, and is now a freelance arts journalist and features writer, working for the Guardian, the Observer, and Time Out London, as well as several other national newspapers and magazines. The Versions of Us is her first novel. She lives in London.

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The Versions of Us 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
DaneWeimMama 8 months ago
This was an interesting read..... I liked the the idea of 3 timelines & the author did a good job in the story telling but over all it was difficult to keep up with the stories for each timeline. I would like to read more by Laura Barnett but without the unique setup of this book because she has a very powerful writing style. Advanced Reader Copy provided by the publisher via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
Laura_at_125Pages 11 months ago
3.5 Stars - Original review @ 125Pages.com The Versions of Us by Laura Barnett is a tale told in three parts. Each section begins with the same day; and the meeting or almost meeting of two students. Told in alternating chapters each timeline unfurls through the decades with each what if covered. It is an interesting concept for a book, one that I have seen in a few movies, all done with varying success. The Versions of Us was mostly successful. The plot of The Versions of Us was very intriguing. Three possibilities in life, a giant “what if” followed through time. I was impressed with the writing of Laura Barnett. It is difficult to run three distinct plotlines containing the same characters and timelines and make them all distinct. The pacing had some issues as at times decades would pass and at times just days and it always took me a bit to catch up to the time change. The world was secondary to the characters and was not super fleshed out. There was a fair bit of emotion in The Versions of Us as love was at times lost then found then turned around within the three plots. The characters were where I felt a disconnect. I understand that all the timelines were meant to be distinct, but I just did not like their actions in the majority of the stories. I enjoyed The Versions of Us for the most part. I must applaud Laura Barnett as all three parts were distinct and their own. It was difficult to read, as each chapter was a different timeline and I had to refocus and remember where the story left off a few chapters before. The main characters though, is what turned me off. I understand that they wanted to find true love and were constantly thrown into each others lives, but I did not like the actions taken for them to get there. I have a few plot points that instantly turn me off, and (no spoilers) but one of them was in The Versions of Us multiple times. If you enjoy a complex read with multiple storylines, then The Versions of Us is for you. I received this book for free from Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
This was an interesting book as it looked at three people and how different their lives would have been if they had taken different paths. While I was pretty much keeping up with the different versions, I got a little confused when other kids from new partners, etc. started showing up. That's my fault though, not the authors. It's my memory issues and plus I had several interruptions. I thought this was a different take on writing a book. I have never really read anything exactly like this before and found it quite enjoyable and interesting. I did find it interesting that a man in the situation of being on his own became a huge success, yet the same man married to a woman who was the breadwinner was pretty much a drunk mess. Huge thanks to Houghton Mifflin Harcourt and Net Gallery for the opportunity to read and review this e-galley in exchange for an honest review.