Year That Follows [NOOK Book]

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Cat is a single mother living in Detroit when her brother is killed in New York, just a day after he told her that he thought he had a son. Filled with determination, she sets off on a search for the orphaned boy, but it’s interrupted when she gets a surprise call from her father. Sam is eighty and carrying the weight of a secret that he has kept from Cat all her life—and one that threatens the family she is attempting to build.
 
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Overview

Cat is a single mother living in Detroit when her brother is killed in New York, just a day after he told her that he thought he had a son. Filled with determination, she sets off on a search for the orphaned boy, but it’s interrupted when she gets a surprise call from her father. Sam is eighty and carrying the weight of a secret that he has kept from Cat all her life—and one that threatens the family she is attempting to build.
 
Superbly realized and deeply profound, The Year That Follows explores the complexities of love and the bonds that even death is powerless to diminish.


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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

A daughter and her father navigate "the year that follows" September 11, revealing secrets and healing old wounds in this slightly higher-brow Nicholas Sparksian melodrama. Single mother Cat searches for the orphaned child of her brother, Kyle, after Kyle died on 9/11 in one of the towers. Turns out Kyle had confessed to Cat the night before that he believes he is a father, and that the child's mother worked in the World Trade Center. A year after the attack and with no orphan located, Cat's father, Sam, a widowed former military man dying of heart disease, invites Cat to join him in marking the anniversary of Kyle's death. Both Cat and Sam embark on emotional journeys toward each other and reconciliation, and along the way they each find love. The numerous sappy passages don't do any favors for a book with an already maudlin premise. (June)

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Library Journal
After her brother dies in the 9/11 terrorist attacks, Cat sets out to find her lost nephew while her father tries to help her grieve and prepare for his own impending passing. The relationships in Lasser's (scottlasserbooks.com) third novel, following All I Could Get (2003), while complicated, are filled with resonant love and emotion. Narrator Tanya Eby Sirois (Eve) holds her own against Audie Award winner Mel Foster (Finding God in Unexpected Places). While Foster shows range by taking on multiple characters, Sirois captures the emotional depth of a woman facing big changes. Fans of Marilynne Robinson will enjoy this work for its exploration of familial interaction. [The Knopf hc was described as one of those "few books" a reader feels "compelled to finish in one sitting," LJ 4/15/09.—Ed.]—Johannah Genett, Hennepin Cty. Libs., Minneapolis
Kirkus Reviews
A taut, masterfully controlled and profoundly moving novel about family ties-blood or otherwise. The prologue to the third novel by Lasser (All I Could Get, 2002, etc.) begins ominously, in New York, on the morning of the day that the chapter title identifies simply as "9/11." "What a glorious day," thinks 41-year-old Kyle, a bond trader who has done so well for himself that he plans to retire in four years. He has just paid for his sister, Cat, two years older, to come visit him from Detroit, and the two commemorate the death of their mother so many years ago. Kyle reveals that a woman with whom he had recently ended a passionate affair has a baby son, apparently his. So life goes on, until it so abruptly doesn't, for Kyle and for his former lover, who also dies that day, leaving Cat to come to terms with the fact that her beloved brother may well have left a son behind. Cat also has a son, from a marriage that was a mistake, and a father from whom she isn't quite estranged but with whom she isn't particularly close. As the novel unfolds at a matter-of-fact pace, wallowing neither in melodrama nor sentimentality, chapters alternate between those in which Cat's life unfolds and those featuring her father, who wants to reunite with her, a year after his son's death, for a ceremony of the Jewish faith in which neither of them believes, "paying reverence to an unknown God, often in a language they could not understand." By then both father and daughter have secrets they're reluctant to share. In the wake of shattering loss, they must pick up the pieces while negotiating the delicate balance between holding on and moving on. In the process, they rediscover the essence of family, how it helpsthem to "handle life, the way it unfolded, uncertain and unknowable."A novel with barely a wasted word or an emotion that doesn't ring true.
From the Publisher
“[A] tender novel about the powerful, complicated ties of family.” —The Boston Globe

“Life-affirming … stirring, poignant, and quietly profound.” —Wally Lamb, author of The Hour I First Believed

“I couldn’t put Scott Lasser’s The Year That Follows down…. One of the best novels about loss I’ve ever read.” —Anita Shreve, author The Pilot’s Wife
 
“Moving…. I won’t reveal the surprising ending to this touching novel, but … it manages to focus on the possibly redemptive aspects of 9/11 without being in any way saccharine or overdone.” —David Milofsky, The Denver Post
 
“A rich, complex tribute to the forces that bind families together and too often tear them apart.” —Bloomberg News

“Lasser’s spare, evocative prose lends grace to this moving tale of the enduring bonds of family that even tragedy can’t diminish.” —The Free Lance-Star
 
“Sensational. . . . Lasser’s characters are life-like, and his fluid language and storytelling don’t prevent him from examining poignant emotional truths.” —The Aspen Times
 
“Will stay on the bookshelf for years.” —Daily Candy
 
“With a surprise twist, this reflective novel is sure to spark lively discussion.” —The Missourian
 
“Getting to know Lasser’s complex and affecting characters is a profound pleasure, as is his radiant understanding of intimate relationships between parents and children and men and women. ” —Booklist (starred review)
 
“A taut, masterfully controlled and profoundly moving novel. . . . A novel with barely a wasted word or an emotion that doesn’t ring true.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
 
“There are few books this reviewer is compelled to finish in one sitting, and this was one of them.” —Henry Bankhead, Library Journal
 
“A novel to savor, remember, to think about and pass along to a friend.” —Hudson Valley News

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307272317
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/9/2009
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 386,442
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Scott Lasser
Scott Lasser is a graduate of Dartmouth College, the University of Michigan, and the Wharton School. His novels include Battle Creek and All I Could Get. A native of Detroit, he lives with his family in Aspen, Colorado.


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I I’m dead, Sam thinks. Simple as that. For months they’d been warned of kamikaze attacks and, initially, nothing happened. Then one day he ran down from the bridge, heard the batteries open fire and the whine of an approaching plane. He saw it, recognized the charcoal silhouette against the milky sky. A Zero. It came in low, its wings toggling through the antiaircraft blasts till it veered and disappeared behind the starboard railing.He wakes and looks about, at the bare walls of his bedroom, then grabs a fistful of sheet and takes a moment to get his bearings. A dream. The dream. The same damn dream these fifty-seven years, the memory burned so deep that most nights his mind can’t avoid it. Always he wakes terrified, but comforted, too. There’s the terror, but it’s the same terror.Sam sits up, playing out the history, a memory now, a waking dream and just as real. He came to on a hospital ship. He learned that the Japanese pilot missed his destroyer but crashed into the sea close enough to shake the ship like a bath toy. Twelve men went overboard; five were rescued. Sam stayed on deck, but cracked two vertebrae. For eleven weeks he lay paralyzed. I’m dead, he thought again. Back home, in a VA hospital in Detroit, the doctors fused the two vertebrae together, and most of the rest. Six days after the operation, he regained feeling. In that moment, when he realized that the world would come back to him, he felt dizzy, weightless, not a person at all. Life now seemed a surprise, an unopened gift. Soon he could walk, but with limitations; his back was rigid as a two-by-four, his neck so stiff that he could only look straight ahead. For this the navy would send him a small monthly disability check. How odd, Sam thought. One moment you’re dead, the next you have income for life.He will see the rabbi in two hours, so he shaves, a two-part process, first with the cream and blade, then, once his face has had a chance to dry, with the electric razor, which makes that odd hum when it finds a patch of whiskers he missed with the blade. He’s seen old men who shave themselves badly, leaving sloppy patches of gray stubble, signs of incompetence or—even worse—apathy. It’s the little things that matter now, the small acts of defiance that bring dignity in the face of all the deterioration. He has decided that if there’s any meaning to life, it’s to be found in the daily struggles.Two squirrels are bickering outside his window, making a racket that could be mistaken for birds. Daily struggles. They know it, too.He dresses in a dark suit, funereal as fits the occasion, and slips his dog tags into his pants pocket. He likes the feeling of them there, like loose change; if he ever drops over dead, they’ll know exactly who he is.His son soon will have been dead for one year, and Sam wants to recognize this, as per the Jewish tradition. He has no others. That Kyle has been taken from him, that he simply disappeared—this is something that no father should endure. He understands now the look his own father gave him when Sam shipped off to war, and also why he looked away when Sam came back, paralyzed, weighing 126 pounds. The suffering of a child is horrible; of one’s own it is unthinkable. And so Sam has turned to his faith, though he doubts he has ever truly believed, even when he lay in that hospital bed and didn’t know if he would move again, or again almost fifty years later when they cut his chest open. Faith has always eluded him. The rituals of faith, though, may still prove useful.He drives to the temple, navigating his Lincoln down the bright streets, at one point catching a glimpse of the denim-colored Pacific. Midweek there are but a few cars in the temple’s lot, just the old sedans and econo-boxes of those who work in religion—at least the Jewish religion. Inside, the air is still, the lighting dim. There are pictures on the wall of an old temple in Brooklyn, displaced here to California, like the Dodgers. Down the hall he sees light and heads for it.The rabbi is a tall man with coarse black hair, thick dark eyebrows, glasses to match. Gauss. “Like the math- ematician,” Sam said on the phone, to which the rabbi replied, “Exactly.” Sam took it as a good sign. The real Gauss was perhaps the most brilliant man of his time, maybe of all time, and Sam respects anyone who has heard his name, unusual now in this era of good-looks idolatry and the worship of anyone who can shout into a microphone and call it music. Sam sits before Rabbi Gauss’s heavy wooden desk, looking at his bookshelves and photos. He is struck with the same thought he had the last time he met a rabbi: how is it that such a learned man can have faith? It’s a mystery to Sam, and yet here he is.“So, Mr. Miller,” says Rabbi Gauss. “You want to recognize your son’s yahrzeit.”“Exactly.”“Have you been to our temple before?”“No.”“How long have you lived in Santa Barbara?”“About fifteen years,” Sam says.“Have you been to any temple, or, should I say, when was the last time?”Sam thinks about this. “Nixon was president.”The rabbi, bless him, is amused. “Nixon? So at least thirty years,” he says.“My mother died back then, of heart failure. My father, too.” Sam’s eye catches a shaft of light coming in the window, dust dancing in its beam.“So now you have lost a son, and you are back.”“Guilty as charged, Rabbi. You know, I look at your books and think, I could love Judaism, were it not for the religion. I’ll be honest, I never feel less Jewish than when I’m in a temple. The Hebrew prayers, the responsive reading, even the idea of God. I struggle with it all. My father, who really only spoke Yiddish well, he used to take me to temple on Yom Kippur, when I was a boy, this was in the twenties, and when he’d had enough of the service, we’d go up the street to a coffee shop and have ham and cheese sandwiches. Ham and cheese: he thought this was one of the great things about America.”It occurs to Sam that his story might be offensive to a rabbi. This one doesn’t look offended; there’s something to be said for the young. “The point is,” Sam says, “he still went to temple. He found something of value there.”“Tell me about your son,” the rabbi says.“A fascinating young man. Very smart and, what do they say nowadays, intense. He worked on Wall Street. On the morning of September eleventh he had a meeting in the north tower. He went in and was never heard from again.”The rabbi takes off his glasses to rub his eyes, which are surprisingly blue.“For a time I hoped against hope. There was no body. I sat no shivah, held no funeral, but after a time I had to face the truth.”The rabbi nods, puts his glasses back on.“Most of the people who are important to me are dead,” Sam says. “And soon, I will be, too. Till then I want to remember the dead. I wish I’d done it all along; it’s as close as I can get to bringing them back. And I want to bring my daughter out to teach her how to do this. I’ve taught her nothing about death, but her mother is dead, her brother is dead. Soon, her father will be dead, and she will be alone. This may be the one thing left I can teach her that will do her some good.”“Your children’s mother?”“Dead, in 1975.”“She was Jewish?” asks the rabbi.“No.”“So your children are not really Jewish.”“Do they have to be?”“Not at all,” says Rabbi Gauss. “But you are. I will make you a deal. I will read your son’s name on the yahrzeit, a son who was not Jewish. You will attend High Holy Day services this year.”“To feel less Jewish,” Sam says.“Maybe you won’t.”“You are a hopeful man, Rabbi.”“Of course,” the rabbi says. “It’s my business.”Sam drives home beneath the milky sky, happy with the outcome. He needs to call Cat, never an easy thing. If Sam were like everyone else, he’d have a cell phone, but he has resisted this convenience—if it is that. Always to be in contact seems more a curse than a blessing, and besides, the buttons on those phones are small and difficult to operate. Every year things get a little more difficult, the indignities a little greater. He is eighty, with a replaced hip, a triple bypass, a system pumped so full of this and that medication that he can’t say anymore what they are all for, knows only that he’s still breathing. Sometimes he wants to stop people on the street and say, “I was a young man once, full of vim and vigor. I won a war, founded a family, made a small and unlikely fortune. I know things.” Of course, they’d think he was crazy.


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  • Posted January 12, 2014

    Not My Favorite

    My book club chose this book to read. It was suggested that it was about a family healing the year after 911. To me, the mention of 911 was not even necessary to the story. I think I had higher expectations of the storyline as is was centered around 911. The story was alright, but I found it to not live up to my expetations.

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  • Posted May 28, 2009

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    THE YEAR THAT FOLLOWS is an excellent look at how people react after a tragedy occurs to loved ones

    Fortyish bond trader Kyle died in one of the Towers of 9/11. Just before he died, Kyle informed his single mom sister Cat that he believed he is the father of an infant and that the mother also worked in the WTC. The siblings planned to meet shortly to honor their late mom; the next day Kyle was dead. Cat searches for her nephew, but makes no progress.

    A year later, Cat's dad Sam, a widower veteran dying from a congestive heart disease, invites her to come to the Big Apple from Detroit to be together while they memorialize Kyle in a Jewish ritual in spite of neither having any faith anymore. She agrees as a chance to reconcile with her dad as both grieved 9/11 differently. She leaves for New York with hopes of finding her nephew and in some ways her dad.

    THE YEAR THAT FOLLOWS is an excellent look at how people react after a tragedy occurs to loved ones. Cat and Sam are fully developed protagonists who have found separate ways to cope with what happened to Kyle, who we meet through the memories of his sister and father. Readers who relish a poignant look at survival coping will appreciate Scott Lasser's terrific tale as religious beliefs collapse when the walls came tumbling down yet religious ritual enables grieving family members to come together at a time when surviving loved ones need each other for emotional support.

    Harriet Klausner

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