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"Trophy House is at one level a romantic thriller, at another a story about the disintegration of a marriage and the consequences for all concerned - that rare piece of fiction that is at once thrilling, grown-up and completely believable." It begins with the construction of a totally inappropriate and enormous house - a "trophy house" - which unexpectedly comes to threaten the tranquillity of what appears to be one woman's perfect life and marriage. Dannie Faber has lots of reasons to feel blessed. A children's book illustrator, she shares a loving marriage with Tom, an M.I.T. professor, with whom she divides her time between one of the Boston's finest suburbs and a beloved beach house in Truro, on Cape Cod. And then, for reasons she could not possibly have foreseen, Dannie's life begins to unravel.
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Publishers Weekly
Is there an impulse stronger than lust-real estate lust, that is-for the comfortably middle-aged? Maybe not, teases Bernays (Professor Romeo, etc.) in this astute, witty romance, beguilingly set in the Cape Cod towns of Truro and Provincetown. Dannie Faber, a successful illustrator of children's books, is so attached to her beach house that she lives there April to November-even though she's frequently separated from husband Tom, a "gentle and distracted" MIT professor. It's a year after 9/11, and Dannie's Truro house has become a haven in a world where "civilization had cracked, setting people and events off in wild spinning." But then crass hotelier Mitch Brenner constructs a "monster house" distressingly nearby-and somebody writes "Jew Pig" in red paint (or is it blood?) on his front door. As Dannie and best friend Raymie speculate about the wrongdoer, readers may expect the plot to focus on the crime. But Bernays switches gears: Dannie turns inward as her marriage falls apart and she begins an affair with her New York editor; floundering daughter Beth moves back home; and Brenner makes a surprising alliance with Raymie. Though the plot is a bit untidy, readers will bond with Bernays's prickly, opinionated, bighearted heroine. Agent, Sterling Lord. (Aug.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In a romance novel that may successfully prove more a love of geography than people, Bernays uses Cape Cod landscapes and traditional native Northeastern sensibilities as a backdrop to a work that hints at deeper issues. Children's book illustrator Dannie Faber's artistically enjoyable world of Truro, MA, is upset by the monstrosity of Mitch Brennan's showcase house under construction next door. This opens up a number of personal dilemmas in her family life as both she and her husband, Tom, seek love outside their marriage. Her subsequent affair with one of her editors never rings as true as her sense of fulfillment in her coastal retreat. The subplots of hate crimes and flaunting one's wealth in "trophy houses" are less developed in this thin novel than the title may suggest. Read by Celeste Lawson, this is recommended for larger fiction collections only.-Joyce Kessel, Villa Maria Coll., Buffalo, NY Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A tart social novel from veteran Bernays (Professor Romeo, 1989, etc.). On the Wednesday after Labor Day of 2002, children's-book illustrator Dannie Faber is gossiping with best friend Raymie, who runs a B&B in Provincetown, about the rude rich people overrunning Cape Cod. The one who jumped the line at a popular local restaurant by bribing the waiter turns out to be the same hotel gazillionaire who's built a huge, vulgar trophy house down the beach from Dannie in Truro. It's the one-year anniversary of September 11, an event that quietly haunts Dannie; she's also slightly concerned about the slow asphyxiation of her marriage to MIT professor Tom Faber and about the arrival of daughter Beth, dumped by a live-in boyfriend. Dannie tries to be supportive, but she never thought much of egotistical Andy, and she wishes 29-year-old Beth would grow up and quit being so needy. Though we view the action through Dannie's eyes, readers come to realize that this workaholic, emotionally skittish and often judgmental woman does not always accurately convey what's going on. Bernays depicts with extra-dry humor the Faber marriage, which has long since exhausted its reasons for being, and Raymie's surprise hookup with the crass trophy-house owner, Mitchell Brenner, who proves to be not (quite) as awful as he first seemed. Sharp-tongued Dannie might grow annoying as a narrator if she weren't so smart and frequently so funny about social and sexual tensions on the Cape, in academia and in a middle-aged affair. New York publisher David is sexy, adoring and practically perfect-but Dannie manages to find a few things wrong with him anyway. By the end of the story, she's pushed him into the same kind ofpart-time relationship she had with her now-ex-husband. It becomes clear that Dannie loves Truro and her solitary creative life at least as much as she does her family and friends. Elegantly readable and sardonically perceptive: literary fiction that doesn't put on airs.
From the Publisher
"Anne Bernays has done it again. Nobody writes about the struggles of love and family from the inside out better than she does. Trophy House is a superbly written tale that, like all of Bernays's novels, uses humor and wit to go deep into the pores of our souls."

— Jim Lehrer

"It was a continual surprise."

— Annie Dillard

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786137510
  • Publisher: Blackstone Audio, Inc.
  • Publication date: 9/28/2005
  • Format: Cassette
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Product dimensions: 6.66 (w) x 9.16 (h) x 1.25 (d)

Meet the Author

Anne Bernays

Anne Bernays is a novelist (including Professor Romeo and Growing Up Rich) and coauthor, with her husband, Justin Kaplan, of Back Then: Two Lives in 1950s New York. Her articles, book reviews and essays have appeared in such major publications as The New York Times, Sports Illustrated and The Nation. A long-time teacher of writing, she is coauthor, with Pamela Painter, of the textbook What If? Ms. Bernays currently teaches at Harvard's Nieman Foundation. She and Mr. Kaplan have six grandchildren. They live in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and Truro, Cape Cod.

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    1. Hometown:
      Cambridge, Massachusetts
    1. Date of Birth:
      September 14, 1930
    2. Place of Birth:
      New York, New York
    1. Education:
      Wellesley College, 1948-1950; B A., Barnard College, 1952

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On the Wednesday after Labor Day, when most of the summer people had, thank God, left the Lower Cape, my bosom friend, Raymie Parsons, called me around eight in the morning as she did several times a week before I got down to work. Raymie is a geyser of gossip and hard news, a Wife of Bath; she knows people in high and low places and most of them are crazy about her, although she has her share of enemies, no doubt the result of excessive candor on her part. I keep telling her she ought to write a column for the /Banner,/ but she claims it would spoil the fun, interfere with gossip's ad hoc nature. One of the things she told me was about this great meal she had had at Caro's, a place I avoid because of the noise made by diners ingesting the Lower Cape's priciest food and shouting at each other as if everyone was deaf. I asked her what she'd had. A Portuguese stew with five kinds of shellfish, halibut, sausage, and rice on the side. Then she said her evening was almost spoiled by a man who slipped the headwaiter a bill and thereby got himself seated ahead of everyone else waiting for a table. "It was so out there, so in-your-face. Before you knew it, he had the best seats in the house, you know, the table way back in the corner they reserve for Norman Mailer and Norris. That kind of sleaze really pisses me off. I suppose I should be used to it by now."

They refuse to take reservations at Caro's -- that's another reason I don't go there.

"What's he look like?" I asked her.

"Well, for one thing, he was wearing a suit jacket. Who wears a suit jacket in P'Town in September? And for another, he had one of those trophy wives with him. At least she acted more like a wife than a girlfriend -- you know what I mean, like she was a little bored. She was wearing tight designer jeans that showed off her butt, a skimpy silky top, sort of lime green, and glued hair." I asked her what she meant by glued hair. She said, "I guess it was moussed, not glued, but it looked sticky."

"High heels?"

"Probably Manolo What's-His-Name," Raymie said. "Here's the thing. Where have all the artists gone? Where the playwrights and poets? Where's the pastel tourist? This town is being overrun by people whose only claim on real estate has to do with gelt."

I told her she was being naïve and asked, rhetorically, when the world had ever been different. "You told me what he was wearing, but not what he looked like."

"Eyebrows," she said. "They were so bushy they almost covered his eyes. Black eyes. Very white around the pupils, like a kid's. He had one of those aren't-I-groovy five o'clock shadows. Have you ever smooched with a man who hasn't shaved in two days? He had a mean mouth. Look, Dannie, I may be making all this up. I only got a quick look. But the eyebrows -- he puts Miracle-Gro on them and waters them every day."

"But the stew was good."

"Better than good," she said.

The one thing neither of us went anywhere near was that one year ago to the day the Twin Towers had been destroyed in the blink of an eye, sending most of us into a paroxysm of rage and fear and dreams of revenge (sometimes followed by an unexpected sense of guilt: what had we done to make them hate us so much?). I would have mentioned it if I'd had the right words.

Raymie ran one of the very few bed-and-breakfasts in Provincetown. There are a lot of hotels and motels, but only three B & Bs. I've always thought them an awkward hybrid, but apparently enough people want to stay in them to make them profitable. Raymie's divorced; Parsons is her ex's name, but she prefers it to her own, which she claims is too hard to pronounce. I think she secretly hoped that one of her male guests would take the kind of shine to her that leads to the altar. Raymie was fifty-one or -two and looked much younger, thanks to hours working out and eating the right things. She's not deeply into feminism -- at least on the surface. She's always been extremely self-sufficient and opinionated, but she hates most labels, especially when someone tries to stick one on her. The only one she's proud of is "environmentalist." Whenever anyone violates the National Seashore Trust or pollutes -- even by throwing a candy wrapper into the water -- she pounces. She's a bulldog about saving the planet, undoing global warming -- there's just about nothing interesting that Raymie isn't either for or against.

Superficially, Raymie and I are as unlike as Manhattan and Truro. She's a lapsed Catholic from Queens, where she was born and where she lived before her divorce. My New England roots go way back; my mom is fifth-generation, a Yankee who married her second cousin, causing a ripple within the family, but it wasn't enough to stop her. My difficult but admirable father died last year. He was a World War Two vet who lost the power of speech for three months after some harrowing action in Germany, then recovered sufficiently to get a law degree at Yale and use it profitably for thirty years. He left my mom comfortably off, meaning she didn't have to sell either her house in Boston's Back Bay or her place in Boca. She's a good egg, really, never comes to visit uninvited, tries not to tell me how to raise my children, and has no major health problems -- yet. Some people call me a hermit, but I don't like to think of myself that way, mainly because it sounds as if I hate people, which I don't. I just prefer being alone or in the company of my husband, Tom; my children, Beth and Mark; Raymie; and one or two others. I don't much like parties, especially when they're big and noisy. Some people think that if you don't like parties there's something wrong with you.

I often walk around with a twenty-year-old Nikon hanging from my neck. I shoot pictures mainly of things and animals rather than people, who seem to freeze or act silly when exposed to the serious end of a camera. My favorite subjects are pale reedy grasses, dunes whose vegetable cover changes from week to week, houses in the middle distance, where they seem most isolated and, even if they're nothing special in terms of architecture or building materials, assume a kind of stalwart personality. It's like when you take a picture of a man in a roomy overcoat standing quite far off, with his back to you, he looks more interesting than he probably really is.

My husband, Thomas Faber, is basically a gentle, distracted person who teaches anthropology at MIT, an institution famous for its hard sciences, its supertechno-everything. So subjects like the one Thomas teaches are more tolerated than sought after. But it also means that his best students are sort of like members of an offshoot religious sect. They cling together. They have keg parties to which Tom is always invited; they go hiking together in the White Mountains and play penny-ante poker at least twice a month (at which he loses a relative bundle because he doesn't know how to maintain a poker face). Tom often lets one of them crash on our living room couch. They're slightly more polite than our own children, but they eat everything in sight and Tom encouraged them to raid our refrigerator, something that really ticks me off, since I never know when or how many. This freeloading business lurks between me and Tom, and whenever we're tired or stressed, we return to it like an unhealed wound. I accuse him of being thoughtless; he accuses me of being a tight-ass. There's nowhere to go with this. A couple of years ago Tom won the Teacher of the Year in the Humanities Award.

We have an arrangement: I stay on the Cape from late April to November, and he's come and go. He spends most of the summer in Truro, but he also travels a good deal -- conferences, consulting, other professional commitments met, I must say, with lively pleasure. He's not the kind of nature person I am. He likes watching the water come in and go out and he's fairly into birds -- knows the names and identifying features of most of the shore birds that live around here. But he gets antsy after nothing but water and birds for two weeks or so -- and off he goes again. Beth says, "Dad isn't very good at doing nothing." But all and all it works out okay and we have, over the years, trusted each other not to mess with other people. I only did once, after a harrowing trip to the dentist when I was awash in self-pity. If Tom has, he has wisely kept it under his hat.

I quizzed Raymie about the clueless man at the restaurant because I thought I knew who he was. Abstractly, he was the enemy. If I was right about who he actually was, he had built a monster house on the bay side less than half a mile down the beach from our place, a house that was to nearby buildings as an elephant is to an ant. There you are, nestling in an area where the car with the most old beach stickers is considered much higher on the food chain than a new one. Small is precious, and the closer you come to inhabiting a shack, the better we genuine Truroites like it. Most of the older houses are gray and weathered and patched. What passes for gardens used to be the wild-growing rugosa and bearberry ground cover, but over the last few years some people have started planting heather and other hardy plants and flowers -- you can't blame them: The urge to garden grabs you sooner or later -- the need for order and color. The Cape wants color.

Just as soon as I hung up from my conversation with Raymie, the phone rang again. The phone seems to have assumed a major role in the play that is my domestic life and fate. I can't imagine how people managed before the telephone. Your husband went to sea and maybe fell overboard and you wouldn't know about it until a year later and all that time you were writing him letters and knitting him socks and thinking what you would say when you saw him come through the front door and the fire that sex with him would ignite as soon as he took off his peacoat.

This time it was Molly Jonas, a retired New York advertising executive who works in the Truro Town Hall and is almost as good a news source as Raymie. In a small town, rumor and bits of questionable news float about as ubiquitously as those little white bits of fluff in the spring, keeping the populace satisfied. Molly wanted me to know that someone was building a swimming pool next to his new monster house, already in a choice location, overlooking the bay. "Another one of those weirdos, thinking it's going to cut some ice with what passes for society out here," Molly said. I was saddened to hear the swimming pool news, this trend toward big and lavish, toward excess as unstoppable as tax cuts for the rich under the Republicans. Bush /fils/ was the kind of disaster you didn't even want to think about because you can't do anything about it -- like a terminal illness. I told Molly I was getting on overload and besides, I already knew about the swimming pool, which was untrue, but I wanted Molly to believe I had got there before she had.

"I have to get to work. It's late," I said. "I'll see you next week at the Stop & Shop meeting." This is one of our more heated concerns: the huge chain market had threatened to erect one of its stores just off Route 6 in Truro. Most of the populace is outraged by this threat, largely -- ignoring the obvious convenience it would bring to weekly food shopping -- because it would destroy the more or less bucolic nature of this sweet little hamlet. For these people it would be like putting a Wal-Mart in the middle of Yellowstone Park. I have to admit I was partly seduced by the convenience aspect, not having to drive thirteen miles to the A & P, but I joined the protest because my friends would hate me if I didn't.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2013


    Eevee team first. We get xernas as a team member!! High five!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2006

    What We Plan Vs. What Actually Happens

    I have to admit this is a woman's story. Not only mature women, but any woman. We go along and one day find we have somehow lost our way and those around us seem like strangers instead of those who are closest to us. This lesson is done slowly and gives the reality of what would really happen in a life experiencing great change. It was more serious than I expected, but it had some very good lessons to consider at any stage of life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2005

    loved this book

    This was a great read that really gave you a sense of place, as well as, stage in life. I am also in my mid-fifties and I have to say that she really captured the feelings that come with that age. You feel like a sage about some things but puzzled about your own life all at the same time. I highly recommend this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2005

    Writer Rants on Beach Life

    Like another reviewer, I, too, had seen this book recommended in People magazine. I was rather disappointed in the story, as I thought it was very disconnected, although I did find the prose highly readable. There were far too many references to 9/11 so that by the novel's end their significance (if any) was lost entirely. Basically, I found the novel to be one long rant written against: large beach homes, the 'washabouts' in a small beach town, middle age, solitary life, affairs, second marriages, the 'Vows' page of the New York Times, George Bush, etc. After reading the cover notes, I thought this novel was rather transparent in its agenda given that the author herself has a beach home in Truro. It is amazing to me that one can get an entire book of complaints published, i.e., real estate development in a small beach town, and use it as a personal agenda to attack society, shoobies and politics.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2005

    Not my favorite

    No matter what the reader's political affiliation, I and I bet a lot of other people, don't think a novel is the place to vent your political feelings! That said, I was terribly interested in this book at the beginning - - but it let me down time and time again. The ending dragged on and I felt zzzzzzzzzz

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2005

    Gratuitous References to 9/11

    I bought this book because it was mentioned favorably in People Magazine. It was slow reading, but I remained curious enough about the outcome to continue to its conclusion. However, trying to relate the angst of the characters to 9/11 was a far reach at best and extremely gratuitous at worst. Toward the end of the book, the author was throwing in 'September 11' sometimes twice on the same page, but to what end? The characters were so poorly developed that there was no real insight into what was going on in this family other than pure boredom with each other. And what was the point of the hate crime at the beginning of the novel? It just drifted off into nowhere. I find it astonishing that any reviewer would label this a character study. At the end of the book, I had no idea who the characters were that I had just spent my time reading about.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2005

    too politically correct

    I have been reading Anne Bernays excerpt, and can't believe how the author weaves politics into her story - First off, she (bernays) is a very wealthy, connected woman, married into a prominent Boston/Cambridge family. Her antipathy towards people who have earned and spent money on things like swimming pools is typical - it's only old money and privilege which she respects - People with years worth of beach or dump stickers. In other words, you will never be as good as she and you will never fit in with the long established insiders. She is the ultimate insider, the ultimate snob, with kneejerk, rather than thoughtful observations. There are, of course, the obligatory swipes at Bush, for no real reason, other than it's fashionable with her crowd - these people hated him before he was sworn in and blame him for everything from inadequate local schools to a Stop & Shop in their neighborhood. I wonder if she'll address the NIMBY issue of wind farms (an alternate energy source) on Cape Cod in this novel. A potential solution to energy production, if only people like her didn't have to catch an occasional glimpse. I think I'll pass on the rest of this novel.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    A fine contemporary fiction novel

    On Cape Cod, the residents are depressed as the one year anniversary of 9/11 occurs. Children¿s book illustrator Danforth ¿Dannie¿ Faber is sad and somewhat guilty because her life is near perfect while summering on the dunes of the Cape. She and her spouse MIT anthology Professor Tom is an ideal couple and their two adult children seem to be doing well. Perhaps the only glooms are that she dislikes the lover of her daughter, Beth and wealthy Mitchell Brenner has built an affluent monstrosity in the middle of Truro.......... However, her perfect life begins to unravel when Beth comes home heartbroken as her lover dumped her. Stunned Beth quit her job as accessory and make-up editor at Scripy teen magazine. An even worse shock is Tom leaves Dannie for someone younger. Upset but refusing to mope, Dannie finds solace with a publishing peer................ TROPHY HOUSE is an intriguing character study that focuses mostly on a middle age woman whose life radically changes when her long time spouse leaves her, but also provides a look at other individuals like a nouveau riche show-off, etc. However, this is clearly Dannie¿s tale. Thus, after the initial shock is over, Dannie begins to regain her equilibrium seeking solace elsewhere. Though action readers need to visit a different house, Anne Bernay writes a fine contemporary fiction novel that stars a strong ensemble cast kept together by the strong lead protagonist................ Harriet Klausner

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