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The age-faded color made my skin look dirty like mud, and everyone in church was looking at my skinny legs.<br/><br/>Wouldn't they be surprised when one day I woke out of my black ugly dream, and my real hair, which was long and blond, would take the place of the kinky mass that Momma wouldn't let me straighten? My light-blue eyes were going to hypnotize them, after all the things they said about \\\"my daddy must of been a Chinaman\\\" (I thought they meant made out of china, like a cup) because my eyes were so small and squinty. Then they would understand why I had never picked up a Southern accent, or spoke the common slang, and why I had to be forced to eat pigs' tails and snouts. Because I was really white and because a cruel fairy stepmother, who was understandably jealous of my beauty, had turned me into a too-big Negro girl, with nappy black hair, broad feet and a space between her teeth that would hold a number-two pencil.<br/><br/>\\\"What you looking ...\\\" The minister's wife leaned toward me, her long yellow face full of sorry. She whispered, \\\"I just come to tell you, it's Easter Day.\\\" I repeated, jamming the words together, \\\"Ijustcometotellyouit'sEasterDay,\\\" as low as possible. The giggles hung in the air like melting clouds that were waiting to rain on me. I held up two fingers, close to my chest, which meant that I had to go to the toilet, and tiptoed toward the rear of the church. Dimly, somewhere over my head, I heard ladies saying, \\\"Lord bless the child,\\\" and \\\"Praise God.\\\" My head was up and my eyes were open, but I didn't see anything. Halfway down the aisle, the church exploded with \\\"Were you there when they crucified my Lord?\\\" and I tripped over a foot stuck out from the children's pew. I stumbled and started to say something, or maybe to scream, but a green persimmon, or it could have been a lemon, caught me between the legs and squeezed. I tasted the sour on my tongue and felt it in the back of my mouth. Then before I reached the door, the sting was burning down my legs and into my Sunday socks. I tried to hold, to squeeze it back, to keep it from speeding, but when I reached the church porch I knew I'd have to let it go, or it would probably run right back up to my head and my poor head would burst like a dropped watermelon, and all the brains and spit and tongue and eyes would roll all over the place. So I ran down into the yard and let it go. I ran, peeing and crying, not toward the toilet out back but to our house. I'd get a whipping for it, to be sure, and the nasty children would have something new to tease me about. I laughed anyway, partially for the sweet release; still, the greater joy came not only from being liberated from the silly church but from the knowledge that I wouldn't die from a busted head.<br/><br/>If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat.<br/><br/>It is an unnecessary insult.<br/><br/><br/><b>Chapter 1</b><br/><br/>When I was three and Bailey four, we had arrived in the musty little town, wearing tags on our wrists which instructed--\\\"To Whom It May Concern\\\"--that we were Marguerite and Bailey Johnson Jr., from Long Beach, California, en route to Stamps, Arkansas, c/o Mrs. Annie Henderson.<br/><br/>Our parents had decided to put an end to their calamitous marriage, and Father shipped us home to his mother. A porter had been charged with our welfare--he got off the train the next day in Arizona--and our tickets were pinned to my brother's inside coat pocket.<br/><br/>I don't remember much of the trip, but after we reached the segregated southern part of the journey, things must have looked up. Negro passengers, who always traveled with loaded lunch boxes, felt sorry for \\\"the poor little motherless darlings\\\" and plied us with cold fried chicken and potato salad.<br/><br/>Years later I discovered that the United States had been crossed thousands of times by frightened Black children traveling alone to their newly affluent parents in Northern cities, or back to grandmothers in Southern towns when the urban North reneged on its economic promises.<br/><br/>The town reacted to us as its inhabitants had reacted to all things new before our coming. It regarded us a while without curiosity but with caution, and after we were seen to be harmless (and children) it closed in around us, as a real mother embraces a stranger's child. Warmly, but not too familiarly.<br/><br/>We lived with our grandmother and uncle in the rear of the Store (it was always spoken of with a capital <i>s</i>), which she had owned some twenty-five years.<br/><br/>Early in the century, Momma (we soon stopped calling her Grandmother) sold lunches to the sawmen in the lumberyard (east Stamps) and the seedmen at the cotton gin (west Stamps). Her crisp meat pies and cool lemonade, when joined to her miraculous ability to be in two places at the same time, assured her business success. From being a mobile lunch counter, she set up a stand between the two points of fiscal interest and supplied the workers' needs for a few years. Then she had the Store built in the heart of the Negro area. Over the years it became the lay center of activities in town. On Saturdays, barbers sat their customers in the shade on the porch of the Store, and troubadours on their ceaseless crawlings through the South leaned across its benches and sang their sad songs of The Brazos while they played juice harps and cigarbox guitars.<br/><br/>The formal name of the Store was the Wm. Johnson General Merchandise Store. Customers could find food staples, a good variety of colored thread, mash for hogs, corn for chickens, coal oil for lamps, light bulbs for the wealthy, shoestrings, hair dressing, balloons, and flower seeds. Anything not visible had only to be ordered.<br/><br/>Until we became familiar enough to belong to the Store and it to us, we were locked up in a Fun House of Things where the attendant had gone home for life.<br/><br/><br/>Each year I watched the field across from the Store turn caterpillar green, then gradually frosty white. I knew exactly how long it would be before the big wagons would pull into the front yard and load on the cotton pickers at daybreak to carry them to the remains of slavery's plantations.<br/><br/>During the picking season my grandmother would get out of bed at four o'clock (she never used an alarm clock) and creak down to her knees and chant in a sleep-filled voice, \\\"Our Father, thank you for letting me see this New Day. Thank you that you didn't allow the bed I lay on last night to be my cooling board, nor my blanket my winding sheet. Guide my feet this day along the straight and narrow, and help me to put a bridle on my tongue. Bless this house, and everybody in it. Thank you, in the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, Amen.\\\"<br/><br/>Before she had quite arisen, she called our names and issued orders, and pushed her large feet into homemade slippers and across the bare Iye-washed wooden floor to light the coal-oil lamp.<br/><br/>The lamplight in the Store gave a soft make-believe feeling to our world which made me want to whisper and walk about on tiptoe. The odors of onions and oranges and kerosene had been mixing all night and wouldn't be disturbed until the wooded slat was removed from the door and the early morning air forced its way in with the bodies of people who had walked miles to reach the pickup place.<br/><br/>\\\"Sister, I'll have two cans of sardines.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"I'm gonna work so fast today I'm gonna make you look like you standing still.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Lemme have a hunk uh cheese and some sody crackers.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Just gimme a couple them fat peanut paddies.\\\" That would be from a picker who was taking his lunch. The greasy brown paper sack was stuck behind the bib of his overalls. He'd use the candy as a snack before the noon sun called the workers to rest.<br/><br/>In those tender mornings the Store was full of laughing, joking, boasting and bragging. One man was going to pick two hundred pounds of cotton, and another three hundred. Even the children were promising to bring home fo' bits and six bits.<br/><br/>The champion picker of the day before was the hero of the dawn. If he prophesied that the cotton in today's field was going to be sparse and stick to the bolls like glue, every listener would grunt a hearty agreement.<br/><br/>The sound of the empty cotton sacks dragging over the floor and the murmurs of waking people were sliced by the cash register as we rang up the five-cent sales.<br/><br/>If the morning sounds and smells were touched with the supernatural, the late afternoon had all the features of the normal Arkansas life. In the dying sunlight the people dragged, rather than their empty cotton sacks.<br/><br/>Brought back to the Store, the pickers would step out of the backs of trucks and fold down, dirt-disappointed, to the ground. No matter how much they had picked' it wasn't enough. Their wages wouldn't even get them out of debt to my grandmother, not to mention the staggering bill that waited on them at the white commissary downtown.<br/><br/>The sounds of the new morning had been replaced with grumbles about cheating houses, weighted scales, snakes, skimpy cotton and dusty rows. In later years I was to confront the stereotyped picture of gay song-singing cotton pickers with such inordinate rage that I was told even by fellow Blacks that my paranoia was embarrassing. But I had seen the fingers cut by the mean little cotton bolls, and I had witnessed the backs and shoulders and arms and legs resisting any further demands.<br/><br/>Some of the workers would leave their sacks at the Store to be picked up the following morning, but a few had to take them home for repairs. I winced to picture them sewing the coarse material under a coal-oil lamp with fingers stiffening from the day's work. In too few hours they would have to walk back to Sister Henderson's Store, get vittles and load, again, onto the trucks. Then they would face another day of trying to earn enough for the whole year with the heavy knowledge that they were going to end the season as they started it. Without the money or credit necessary to sustain a family for three months. In cotton-picking time the late afternoons revealed the harshness of Black Southern life, which in the early morning had been softened by nature's blessing of grogginess, forgetfulness and the soft lamplight.\"},{\"id\":\"4246884T\",\"type\":\"First Chapter\",\"linkText\":\"Read a Sample Chapter\",\"typeId\":\"1010\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>Prologue</b><br><br>\\\"What you looking at me for?<br>I didn't come to stay . . .\\\"<br><br>I hadn't so much forgot as I couldn't bring myself to remember. Other things were more important.<br><br>\\\"What you looking at me for?<br>I didn't come to stay . . .\\\"<br><br>Whether I could remember the rest of the poem or not was immaterial. The truth of the statement was like a wadded-up handkerchief, sopping wet in my fists, and the sooner they accepted it the quicker I could let my hands open and the air would cool my palms.<br><br>\\\"What you looking at me for . . . ?\\\"<br><br>The children's section of the Colored Methodist Episcopal Church was wiggling and giggling over my well-known forgetfulness.<br><br>The dress I wore was lavender taffeta, and each time I breathed it rustled, and now that I was sucking in air to breathe out shame it sounded like crepe paper on the back of hearses.<br><br>As I'd watched Momma put ruffles on the hem and cute little tucks around the waist, I knew that once I put it on I'd look like a movie star. (It was silk and that made up for the awful color.) I was going to look like one of the sweet little white girls who were everybody's dream of what was right with the world. Hanging softly over the black Singer sewing machine, it looked like magic, and when people saw me wearing it they were going to run up to me and say, \\\"Marguerite [sometimes it was 'dear Marguerite'], forgive us, please, we didn't know who you were,\\\" and I would answer generously, \\\"No, you couldn't have known. Of course I forgive you.\\\"<br><br>Just thinking about it made me go around with angel's dust sprinkled over my face for days. But Easter's early morning sun had shown the dress to be a plainugly cut-down from a white woman's once-was-purple throwaway. It was old-lady-long too, but it didn't hide my skinny legs, which had been greased with Blue Seal Vaseline and powdered with the Arkansas red clay. The age-faded color made my skin look dirty like mud, and everyone in church was looking at my skinny legs.<br><br>Wouldn't they be surprised when one day I woke out of my black ugly dream, and my real hair, which was long and blond, would take the place of the kinky mass that Momma wouldn't let me straighten? My light-blue eyes were going to hypnotize them, after all the things they said about \\\"my daddy must of been a Chinaman\\\" (I thought they meant made out of china, like a cup) because my eyes were so small and squinty. Then they would understand why I had never picked up a Southern accent, or spoke the common slang, and why I had to be forced to eat pigs' tails and snouts. Because I was really white and because a cruel fairy stepmother, who was understandably jealous of my beauty, had turned me into a too-big Negro girl, with nappy black hair, broad feet and a space between her teeth that would hold a number-two pencil.<br><br>\\\"What you looking ...\\\" The minister's wife leaned toward me, her long yellow face full of sorry. She whispered, \\\"I just come to tell you, it's Easter Day.\\\" I repeated, jamming the words together, \\\"Ijustcometotellyouit'sEasterDay,\\\" as low as possible. The giggles hung in the air like melting clouds that were waiting to rain on me. I held up two fingers, close to my chest, which meant that I had to go to the toilet, and tiptoed toward the rear of the church. Dimly, somewhere over my head, I heard ladies saying, \\\"Lord bless the child,\\\" and \\\"Praise God.\\\" My head was up and my eyes were open, but I didn't see anything. Halfway down the aisle, the church exploded with \\\"Were you there when they crucified my Lord?\\\" and I tripped over a foot stuck out from the children's pew. I stumbled and started to say something, or maybe to scream, but a green persimmon, or it could have been a lemon, caught me between the legs and squeezed. I tasted the sour on my tongue and felt it in the back of my mouth. Then before I reached the door, the sting was burning down my legs and into my Sunday socks. I tried to hold, to squeeze it back, to keep it from speeding, but when I reached the church porch I knew I'd have to let it go, or it would probably run right back up to my head and my poor head would burst like a dropped watermelon, and all the brains and spit and tongue and eyes would roll all over the place. So I ran down into the yard and let it go. I ran, peeing and crying, not toward the toilet out back but to our house. I'd get a whipping for it, to be sure, and the nasty children would have something new to tease me about. I laughed anyway, partially for the sweet release; still, the greater joy came not only from being liberated from the silly church but from the knowledge that I wouldn't die from a busted head.<br><br>If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat.<br><br>It is an unnecessary insult.<br><br><br><b>Chapter 1</b><br><br>When I was three and Bailey four, we had arrived in the musty little town, wearing tags on our wrists which instructed--\\\"To Whom It May Concern\\\"--that we were Marguerite and Bailey Johnson Jr., from Long Beach, California, en route to Stamps, Arkansas, c/o Mrs. Annie Henderson.<br><br>Our parents had decided to put an end to their calamitous marriage, and Father shipped us home to his mother. A porter had been charged with our welfare--he got off the train the next day in Arizona--and our tickets were pinned to my brother's inside coat pocket.<br><br>I don't remember much of the trip, but after we reached the segregated southern part of the journey, things must have looked up. Negro passengers, who always traveled with loaded lunch boxes, felt sorry for \\\"the poor little motherless darlings\\\" and plied us with cold fried chicken and potato salad.<br><br>Years later I discovered that the United States had been crossed thousands of times by frightened Black children traveling alone to their newly affluent parents in Northern cities, or back to grandmothers in Southern towns when the urban North reneged on its economic promises.<br><br>The town reacted to us as its inhabitants had reacted to all things new before our coming. It regarded us a while without curiosity but with caution, and after we were seen to be harmless (and children) it closed in around us, as a real mother embraces a stranger's child. Warmly, but not too familiarly.<br><br>We lived with our grandmother and uncle in the rear of the Store (it was always spoken of with a capital <i>s</i>), which she had owned some twenty-five years.<br><br>Early in the century, Momma (we soon stopped calling her Grandmother) sold lunches to the sawmen in the lumberyard (east Stamps) and the seedmen at the cotton gin (west Stamps). Her crisp meat pies and cool lemonade, when joined to her miraculous ability to be in two places at the same time, assured her business success. From being a mobile lunch counter, she set up a stand between the two points of fiscal interest and supplied the workers' needs for a few years. Then she had the Store built in the heart of the Negro area. Over the years it became the lay center of activities in town. On Saturdays, barbers sat their customers in the shade on the porch of the Store, and troubadours on their ceaseless crawlings through the South leaned across its benches and sang their sad songs of The Brazos while they played juice harps and cigarbox guitars.<br><br>The formal name of the Store was the Wm. Johnson General Merchandise Store. Customers could find food staples, a good variety of colored thread, mash for hogs, corn for chickens, coal oil for lamps, light bulbs for the wealthy, shoestrings, hair dressing, balloons, and flower seeds. Anything not visible had only to be ordered.<br><br>Until we became familiar enough to belong to the Store and it to us, we were locked up in a Fun House of Things where the attendant had gone home for life.<br><br><br>Each year I watched the field across from the Store turn caterpillar green, then gradually frosty white. I knew exactly how long it would be before the big wagons would pull into the front yard and load on the cotton pickers at daybreak to carry them to the remains of slavery's plantations.<br><br>During the picking season my grandmother would get out of bed at four o'clock (she never used an alarm clock) and creak down to her knees and chant in a sleep-filled voice, \\\"Our Father, thank you for letting me see this New Day. Thank you that you didn't allow the bed I lay on last night to be my cooling board, nor my blanket my winding sheet. Guide my feet this day along the straight and narrow, and help me to put a bridle on my tongue. Bless this house, and everybody in it. Thank you, in the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, Amen.\\\"<br><br>Before she had quite arisen, she called our names and issued orders, and pushed her large feet into homemade slippers and across the bare Iye-washed wooden floor to light the coal-oil lamp.<br><br>The lamplight in the Store gave a soft make-believe feeling to our world which made me want to whisper and walk about on tiptoe. The odors of onions and oranges and kerosene had been mixing all night and wouldn't be disturbed until the wooded slat was removed from the door and the early morning air forced its way in with the bodies of people who had walked miles to reach the pickup place.<br><br>\\\"Sister, I'll have two cans of sardines.\\\"<br><br>\\\"I'm gonna work so fast today I'm gonna make you look like you standing still.\\\"<br><br>\\\"Lemme have a hunk uh cheese and some sody crackers.\\\"<br><br>\\\"Just gimme a couple them fat peanut paddies.\\\" That would be from a picker who was taking his lunch. The greasy brown paper sack was stuck behind the bib of his overalls. He'd use the candy as a snack before the noon sun called the workers to rest.<br><br>In those tender mornings the Store was full of laughing, joking, boasting and bragging. One man was going to pick two hundred pounds of cotton, and another three hundred. Even the children were promising to bring home fo' bits and six bits.<br><br>The champion picker of the day before was the hero of the dawn. If he prophesied that the cotton in today's field was going to be sparse and stick to the bolls like glue, every listener would grunt a hearty agreement.<br><br>The sound of the empty cotton sacks dragging over the floor and the murmurs of waking people were sliced by the cash register as we rang up the five-cent sales.<br><br>If the morning sounds and smells were touched with the supernatural, the late afternoon had all the features of the normal Arkansas life. In the dying sunlight the people dragged, rather than their empty cotton sacks.<br><br>Brought back to the Store, the pickers would step out of the backs of trucks and fold down, dirt-disappointed, to the ground. No matter how much they had picked' it wasn't enough. Their wages wouldn't even get them out of debt to my grandmother, not to mention the staggering bill that waited on them at the white commissary downtown.<br><br>The sounds of the new morning had been replaced with grumbles about cheating houses, weighted scales, snakes, skimpy cotton and dusty rows. In later years I was to confront the stereotyped picture of gay song-singing cotton pickers with such inordinate rage that I was told even by fellow Blacks that my paranoia was embarrassing. But I had seen the fingers cut by the mean little cotton bolls, and I had witnessed the backs and shoulders and arms and legs resisting any further demands.<br><br>Some of the workers would leave their sacks at the Store to be picked up the following morning, but a few had to take them home for repairs. I winced to picture them sewing the coarse material under a coal-oil lamp with fingers stiffening from the day's work. In too few hours they would have to walk back to Sister Henderson's Store, get vittles and load, again, onto the trucks. Then they would face another day of trying to earn enough for the whole year with the heavy knowledge that they were going to end the season as they started it. Without the money or credit necessary to sustain a family for three months. In cotton-picking time the late afternoons revealed the harshness of Black Southern life, which in the early morning had been softened by nature's blessing of grogginess, forgetfulness and the soft lamplight.  \"},{\"id\":\"119267317T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<i>Prologue<br/></i><br/>\\\"What you looking at me for?<br/>I didn't come to stay . . .\\\"<br/><br/>I hadn't so much forgot as I couldn't bring myself to remember. Other things were more important.<br/><br/>\\\"What you looking at me for?<br/>I didn't come to stay . . .\\\"<br/><br/>Whether I could remember the rest of the poem or not was immaterial. The truth of the statement was like a wadded-up handkerchief, sopping wet in my fists, and the sooner they accepted it the quicker I could let my hands open and the air would cool my palms.<br/><br/>\\\"What you looking at me for . . . ?\\\"<br/><br/>The children's section of the Colored Methodist Episcopal Church was wiggling and giggling over my well-known forgetfulness.<br/><br/>The dress I wore was lavender taffeta, and each time I breathed it rustled, and now that I was sucking in air to breathe out shame it sounded like crepe paper on the back of hearses.<br/><br/>As I'd watched Momma put ruffles on the hem and cute little tucks around the waist, I knew that once I put it on I'd look like a movie star. (It was silk and that made up for the awful color.) I was going to look like one of the sweet little white girls who were everybody's dream of what was right with the world. Hanging softly over the black Singer sewing machine, it looked like magic, and when people saw me wearing it they were going to run up to me and say, \\\"Marguerite [sometimes it was 'dear Marguerite'], forgive us, please, we didn't know who you were,\\\" and I would answer generously, \\\"No, you couldn't have known. Of course I forgive you.\\\"<br/><br/>Just thinking about it made me go around with angel's dust sprinkled over my face for days. But Easter's early morning sun had shown the dress to be a plain ugly cut-down from a white woman's once-was-purple throwaway. It was old-lady-long too, but it didn't hide my skinny legs, which had been greased with Blue Seal Vaseline and powdered with the Arkansas red clay. The age-faded color made my skin look dirty like mud, and everyone in church was looking at my skinny legs.<br/><br/>Wouldn't they be surprised when one day I woke out of my black ugly dream, and my real hair, which was long and blond, would take the place of the kinky mass that Momma wouldn't let me straighten? My light-blue eyes were going to hypnotize them, after all the things they said about \\\"my daddy must of been a Chinaman\\\" (I thought they meant made out of china, like a cup) because my eyes were so small and squinty. Then they would understand why I had never picked up a Southern accent, or spoke the common slang, and why I had to be forced to eat pigs' tails and snouts. Because I was really white and because a cruel fairy stepmother, who was understandably jealous of my beauty, had turned me into a too-big Negro girl, with nappy black hair, broad feet and a space between her teeth that would hold a number-two pencil.<br/><br/>\\\"What you looking ...\\\" The minister's wife leaned toward me, her long yellow face full of sorry. She whispered, \\\"I just come to tell you, it's Easter Day.\\\" I repeated, jamming the words together, \\\"Ijustcometotellyouit'sEasterDay,\\\" as low as possible. The giggles hung in the air like melting clouds that were waiting to rain on me. I held up two fingers, close to my chest, which meant that I had to go to the toilet, and tiptoed toward the rear of the church. Dimly, somewhere over my head, I heard ladies saying, \\\"Lord bless the child,\\\" and \\\"Praise God.\\\" My head was up and my eyes were open, but I didn't see anything. Halfway down the aisle, the church exploded with \\\"Were you there when they crucified my Lord?\\\" and I tripped over a foot stuck out from the children's pew. I stumbled and started to say something, or maybe to scream, but a green persimmon, or it could have been a lemon, caught me between the legs and squeezed. I tasted the sour on my tongue and felt it in the back of my mouth. Then before I reached the door, the sting was burning down my legs and into my Sunday socks. I tried to hold, to squeeze it back, to keep it from speeding, but when I reached the church porch I knew I'd have to let it go, or it would probably run right back up to my head and my poor head would burst like a dropped watermelon, and all the brains and spit and tongue and eyes would roll all over the place. So I ran down into the yard and let it go. I ran, peeing and crying, not toward the toilet out back but to our house. I'd get a whipping for it, to be sure, and the nasty children would have something new to tease me about. I laughed anyway, partially for the sweet release; still, the greater joy came not only from being liberated from the silly church but from the knowledge that I wouldn't die from a busted head.<br/><br/>If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat.<br/><br/>It is an unnecessary insult.<br/><i><br/>Chapter One<br/></i><br/><br/>When I was three and Bailey four, we had arrived in the musty little town, wearing tags on our wrists which instructed-\\\"To Whom It May Concern\\\"-that we were Marguerite and Bailey Johnson Jr., from Long Beach, California, en route to Stamps, Arkansas, c/o Mrs. Annie Henderson.<br/><br/>Our parents had decided to put an end to their calamitous marriage, and Father shipped us home to his mother. A porter had been charged with our welfare-he got off the train the next day in Arizona-and our tickets were pinned to my brother's inside coat pocket.<br/><br/>I don't remember much of the trip, but after we reached the segregated southern part of the journey, things must have looked up. Negro passengers, who always traveled with loaded lunch boxes, felt sorry for \\\"the poor little motherless darlings\\\" and plied us with cold fried chicken and potato salad.<br/><br/>Years later I discovered that the United States had been crossed thousands of times by frightened Black children traveling alone to their newly affluent parents in Northern cities, or back to grandmothers in Southern towns when the urban North reneged on its economic promises.<br/><br/>The town reacted to us as its inhabitants had reacted to all things new before our coming. It regarded us a while without curiosity but with caution, and after we were seen to be harmless (and children) it closed in around us, as a real mother embraces a stranger's child. Warmly, but not too familiarly.<br/><br/>We lived with our grandmother and uncle in the rear of the Store (it was always spoken of with a capital <i>s</i>), which she had owned some twenty-five years.<br/><br/>Early in the century, Momma (we soon stopped calling her Grandmother) sold lunches to the sawmen in the lumberyard (east Stamps) and the seedmen at the cotton gin (west Stamps). Her crisp meat pies and cool lemonade, when joined to her miraculous ability to be in two places at the same time, assured her business success. From being a mobile lunch counter, she set up a stand between the two points of fiscal interest and supplied the workers' needs for a few years. Then she had the Store built in the heart of the Negro area. Over the years it became the lay center of activities in town. On Saturdays, barbers sat their customers in the shade on the porch of the Store, and troubadours on their ceaseless crawlings through the South leaned across its benches and sang their sad songs of The Brazos while they played juice harps and cigarbox guitars.<br/><br/>The formal name of the Store was the Wm. Johnson General Merchandise Store. Customers could find food staples, a good variety of colored thread, mash for hogs, corn for chickens, coal oil for lamps, light bulbs for the wealthy, shoestrings, hair dressing, balloons, and flower seeds. Anything not visible had only to be ordered.<br/><br/>Until we became familiar enough to belong to the Store and it to us, we were locked up in a Fun House of Things where the attendant had gone home for life.<br/><br/><br/>Each year I watched the field across from the Store turn caterpillar green, then gradually frosty white. I knew exactly how long it would be before the big wagons would pull into the front yard and load on the cotton pickers at daybreak to carry them to the remains of slavery's plantations.<br/><br/>During the picking season my grandmother would get out of bed at four o'clock (she never used an alarm clock) and creak down to her knees and chant in a sleep-filled voice, \\\"Our Father, thank you for letting me see this New Day. Thank you that you didn't allow the bed I lay on last night to be my cooling board, nor my blanket my winding sheet. Guide my feet this day along the straight and narrow, and help me to put a bridle on my tongue. Bless this house, and everybody in it. Thank you, in the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, Amen.\\\"<br/><br/>Before she had quite arisen, she called our names and issued orders, and pushed her large feet into homemade slippers and across the bare Iye-washed wooden floor to light the coal-oil lamp.<br/><br/>The lamplight in the Store gave a soft make-believe feeling to our world which made me want to whisper and walk about on tiptoe. The odors of onions and oranges and kerosene had been mixing all night and wouldn't be disturbed until the wooded slat was removed from the door and the early morning air forced its way in with the bodies of people who had walked miles to reach the pickup place.<br/><br/>\\\"Sister, I'll have two cans of sardines.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"I'm gonna work so fast today I'm gonna make you look like you standing still.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Lemme have a hunk uh cheese and some sody crackers.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Just gimme a couple them fat peanut paddies.\\\" That would be from a picker who was taking his lunch. The greasy brown paper sack was stuck behind the bib of his overalls. He'd use the candy as a snack before the noon sun called the workers to rest.<br/><br/>In those tender mornings the Store was full of laughing, joking, boasting and bragging. One man was going to pick two hundred pounds of cotton, and another three hundred. Even the children were promising to bring home fo' bits and six bits.<br/><br/>The champion picker of the day before was the hero of the dawn. If he prophesied that the cotton in today's field was going to be sparse and stick to the bolls like glue, every listener would grunt a hearty agreement.<br/><br/>The sound of the empty cotton sacks dragging over the floor and the murmurs of waking people were sliced by the cash register as we rang up the five-cent sales.<br/><br/>If the morning sounds and smells were touched with the supernatural, the late afternoon had all the features of the normal Arkansas life. In the dying sunlight the people dragged, rather than their empty cotton sacks.<br/><br/>Brought back to the Store, the pickers would step out of the backs of trucks and fold down, dirt-disappointed, to the ground. No matter how much they had picked' it wasn't enough. Their wages wouldn't even get them out of debt to my grandmother, not to mention the staggering bill that waited on them at the white commissary downtown.<br/><br/>The sounds of the new morning had been replaced with grumbles about cheating houses, weighted scales, snakes, skimpy cotton and dusty rows. In later years I was to confront the stereotyped picture of gay song-singing cotton pickers with such inordinate rage that I was told even by fellow Blacks that my paranoia was embarrassing. But I had seen the fingers cut by the mean little cotton bolls, and I had witnessed the backs and shoulders and arms and legs resisting any further demands.<br/><br/>Some of the workers would leave their sacks at the Store to be picked up the following morning, but a few had to take them home for repairs. I winced to picture them sewing the coarse material under a coal-oil lamp with fingers stiffening from the day's work. In too few hours they would have to walk back to Sister Henderson's Store, get vittles and load, again, onto the trucks. Then they would face another day of trying to earn enough for the whole year with the heavy knowledge that they were going to end the season as they started it. Without the money or credit necessary to sustain a family for three months. In cotton-picking time the late afternoons revealed the harshness of Black Southern life, which in the early morning had been softened by nature's blessing of grogginess, forgetfulness and the soft lamplight.\"},{\"id\":\"3954532T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<b>Prologue</b><br/><br/>\\\"What you looking at me for?<br/>I didn't come to stay . . .\\\"<br/><br/>I hadn't so much forgot as I couldn't bring myself to remember. Other things were more important.<br/><br/>\\\"What you looking at me for?<br/>I didn't come to stay . . .\\\"<br/><br/>Whether I could remember the rest of the poem or not was immaterial. The truth of the statement was like a wadded-up handkerchief, sopping wet in my fists, and the sooner they accepted it the quicker I could let my hands open and the air would cool my palms.<br/><br/>\\\"What you looking at me for . . . ?\\\"<br/><br/>The children's section of the Colored Methodist Episcopal Church was wiggling and giggling over my well-known forgetfulness.<br/><br/>The dress I wore was lavender taffeta, and each time I breathed it rustled, and now that I was sucking in air to breathe out shame it sounded like crepe paper on the back of hearses.<br/><br/>As I'd watched Momma put ruffles on the hem and cute little tucks around the waist, I knew that once I put it on I'd look like a movie star. (It was silk and that made up for the awful color.) I was going to look like one of the sweet little white girls who were everybody's dream of what was right with the world. Hanging softly over the black Singer sewing machine, it looked like magic, and when people saw me wearing it they were going to run up to me and say, \\\"Marguerite [sometimes it was 'dear Marguerite'], forgive us, please, we didn't know who you were,\\\" and I would answer generously, \\\"No, you couldn't have known. Of course I forgive you.\\\"<br/><br/>Just thinking about it made me go around with angel's dust sprinkled over my face for days. But Easter's early morning sun had shown the dress to be a plain ugly cut-down from a white woman's once-was-purple throwaway. It was old-lady-long too, but it didn't hide my skinny legs, which had been greased with Blue Seal Vaseline and powdered with the Arkansas red clay. The age-faded color made my skin look dirty like mud, and everyone in church was looking at my skinny legs.<br/><br/>Wouldn't they be surprised when one day I woke out of my black ugly dream, and my real hair, which was long and blond, would take the place of the kinky mass that Momma wouldn't let me straighten? My light-blue eyes were going to hypnotize them, after all the things they said about \\\"my daddy must of been a Chinaman\\\" (I thought they meant made out of china, like a cup) because my eyes were so small and squinty. Then they would understand why I had never picked up a Southern accent, or spoke the common slang, and why I had to be forced to eat pigs' tails and snouts. Because I was really white and because a cruel fairy stepmother, who was understandably jealous of my beauty, had turned me into a too-big Negro girl, with nappy black hair, broad feet and a space between her teeth that would hold a number-two pencil.<br/><br/>\\\"What you looking ...\\\" The minister's wife leaned toward me, her long yellow face full of sorry. She whispered, \\\"I just come to tell you, it's Easter Day.\\\" I repeated, jamming the words together, \\\"Ijustcometotellyouit'sEasterDay,\\\" as low as possible. The giggles hung in the air like melting clouds that were waiting to rain on me. I held up two fingers, close to my chest, which meant that I had to go to the toilet, and tiptoed toward the rear of the church. Dimly, somewhere over my head, I heard ladies saying, \\\"Lord bless the child,\\\" and \\\"Praise God.\\\" My head was up and my eyes were open, but I didn't see anything. Halfway down the aisle, the church exploded with \\\"Were you there when they crucified my Lord?\\\" and I tripped over a foot stuck out from the children's pew. I stumbled and started to say something, or maybe to scream, but a green persimmon, or it could have been a lemon, caught me between the legs and squeezed. I tasted the sour on my tongue and felt it in the back of my mouth. Then before I reached the door, the sting was burning down my legs and into my Sunday socks. I tried to hold, to squeeze it back, to keep it from speeding, but when I reached the church porch I knew I'd have to let it go, or it would probably run right back up to my head and my poor head would burst like a dropped watermelon, and all the brains and spit and tongue and eyes would roll all over the place. So I ran down into the yard and let it go. I ran, peeing and crying, not toward the toilet out back but to our house. I'd get a whipping for it, to be sure, and the nasty children would have something new to tease me about. I laughed anyway, partially for the sweet release; still, the greater joy came not only from being liberated from the silly church but from the knowledge that I wouldn't die from a busted head.<br/><br/>If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat.<br/><br/>It is an unnecessary insult.<br/><br/><br/><b>Chapter 1</b><br/><br/>When I was three and Bailey four, we had arrived in the musty little town, wearing tags on our wrists which instructed--\\\"To Whom It May Concern\\\"--that we were Marguerite and Bailey Johnson Jr., from Long Beach, California, en route to Stamps, Arkansas, c/o Mrs. Annie Henderson.<br/><br/>Our parents had decided to put an end to their calamitous marriage, and Father shipped us home to his mother. A porter had been charged with our welfare--he got off the train the next day in Arizona--and our tickets were pinned to my brother's inside coat pocket.<br/><br/>I don't remember much of the trip, but after we reached the segregated southern part of the journey, things must have looked up. Negro passengers, who always traveled with loaded lunch boxes, felt sorry for \\\"the poor little motherless darlings\\\" and plied us with cold fried chicken and potato salad.<br/><br/>Years later I discovered that the United States had been crossed thousands of times by frightened Black children traveling alone to their newly affluent parents in Northern cities, or back to grandmothers in Southern towns when the urban North reneged on its economic promises.<br/><br/>The town reacted to us as its inhabitants had reacted to all things new before our coming. It regarded us a while without curiosity but with caution, and after we were seen to be harmless (and children) it closed in around us, as a real mother embraces a stranger's child. Warmly, but not too familiarly.<br/><br/>We lived with our grandmother and uncle in the rear of the Store (it was always spoken of with a capital <i>s</i>), which she had owned some twenty-five years.<br/><br/>Early in the century, Momma (we soon stopped calling her Grandmother) sold lunches to the sawmen in the lumberyard (east Stamps) and the seedmen at the cotton gin (west Stamps). Her crisp meat pies and cool lemonade, when joined to her miraculous ability to be in two places at the same time, assured her business success. From being a mobile lunch counter, she set up a stand between the two points of fiscal interest and supplied the workers' needs for a few years. Then she had the Store built in the heart of the Negro area. Over the years it became the lay center of activities in town. On Saturdays, barbers sat their customers in the shade on the porch of the Store, and troubadours on their ceaseless crawlings through the South leaned across its benches and sang their sad songs of The Brazos while they played juice harps and cigarbox guitars.<br/><br/>The formal name of the Store was the Wm. Johnson General Merchandise Store. Customers could find food staples, a good variety of colored thread, mash for hogs, corn for chickens, coal oil for lamps, light bulbs for the wealthy, shoestrings, hair dressing, balloons, and flower seeds. Anything not visible had only to be ordered.<br/><br/>Until we became familiar enough to belong to the Store and it to us, we were locked up in a Fun House of Things where the attendant had gone home for life.<br/><br/><br/>Each year I watched the field across from the Store turn caterpillar green, then gradually frosty white. I knew exactly how long it would be before the big wagons would pull into the front yard and load on the cotton pickers at daybreak to carry them to the remains of slavery's plantations.<br/><br/>During the picking season my grandmother would get out of bed at four o'clock (she never used an alarm clock) and creak down to her knees and chant in a sleep-filled voice, \\\"Our Father, thank you for letting me see this New Day. Thank you that you didn't allow the bed I lay on last night to be my cooling board, nor my blanket my winding sheet. Guide my feet this day along the straight and narrow, and help me to put a bridle on my tongue. Bless this house, and everybody in it. Thank you, in the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, Amen.\\\"<br/><br/>Before she had quite arisen, she called our names and issued orders, and pushed her large feet into homemade slippers and across the bare Iye-washed wooden floor to light the coal-oil lamp.<br/><br/>The lamplight in the Store gave a soft make-believe feeling to our world which made me want to whisper and walk about on tiptoe. The odors of onions and oranges and kerosene had been mixing all night and wouldn't be disturbed until the wooded slat was removed from the door and the early morning air forced its way in with the bodies of people who had walked miles to reach the pickup place.<br/><br/>\\\"Sister, I'll have two cans of sardines.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"I'm gonna work so fast today I'm gonna make you look like you standing still.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Lemme have a hunk uh cheese and some sody crackers.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Just gimme a couple them fat peanut paddies.\\\" That would be from a picker who was taking his lunch. The greasy brown paper sack was stuck behind the bib of his overalls. He'd use the candy as a snack before the noon sun called the workers to rest.<br/><br/>In those tender mornings the Store was full of laughing, joking, boasting and bragging. One man was going to pick two hundred pounds of cotton, and another three hundred. Even the children were promising to bring home fo' bits and six bits.<br/><br/>The champion picker of the day before was the hero of the dawn. If he prophesied that the cotton in today's field was going to be sparse and stick to the bolls like glue, every listener would grunt a hearty agreement.<br/><br/>The sound of the empty cotton sacks dragging over the floor and the murmurs of waking people were sliced by the cash register as we rang up the five-cent sales.<br/><br/>If the morning sounds and smells were touched with the supernatural, the late afternoon had all the features of the normal Arkansas life. In the dying sunlight the people dragged, rather than their empty cotton sacks.<br/><br/>Brought back to the Store, the pickers would step out of the backs of trucks and fold down, dirt-disappointed, to the ground. No matter how much they had picked' it wasn't enough. Their wages wouldn't even get them out of debt to my grandmother, not to mention the staggering bill that waited on them at the white commissary downtown.<br/><br/>The sounds of the new morning had been replaced with grumbles about cheating houses, weighted scales, snakes, skimpy cotton and dusty rows. In later years I was to confront the stereotyped picture of gay song-singing cotton pickers with such inordinate rage that I was told even by fellow Blacks that my paranoia was embarrassing. But I had seen the fingers cut by the mean little cotton bolls, and I had witnessed the backs and shoulders and arms and legs resisting any further demands.<br/><br/>Some of the workers would leave their sacks at the Store to be picked up the following morning, but a few had to take them home for repairs. I winced to picture them sewing the coarse material under a coal-oil lamp with fingers stiffening from the day's work. In too few hours they would have to walk back to Sister Henderson's Store, get vittles and load, again, onto the trucks. Then they would face another day of trying to earn enough for the whole year with the heavy knowledge that they were going to end the season as they started it. Without the money or credit necessary to sustain a family for three months. In cotton-picking time the late afternoons revealed the harshness of Black Southern life, which in the early morning had been softened by nature's blessing of grogginess, forgetfulness and the soft lamplight.\"},{\"id\":\"68542150T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<i>Prologue<br></i><br>&quot;What you looking at me for?<br>I didn't come to stay . . .&quot;<br><br>I hadn't so much forgot as I couldn't bring myself to remember. Other things were more important.<br><br>&quot;What you looking at me for?<br>I didn't come to stay . . .&quot;<br><br>Whether I could remember the rest of the poem or not was immaterial. The truth of the statement was like a wadded-up handkerchief, sopping wet in my fists, and the sooner they accepted it the quicker I could let my hands open and the air would cool my palms.<br><br>&quot;What you looking at me for . . .&#63;&quot;<br><br>The children's section of the Colored Methodist Episcopal Church was wiggling and giggling over my well-known forgetfulness.<br><br>The dress I wore was lavender taffeta, and each time I breathed it rustled, and now that I was sucking in air to breathe out shame it sounded like crepe paper on the back of hearses.<br><br>As I'd watched Momma put ruffles on the hem and cute little tucks around the waist, I knew that once I put it on I'd look like a movie star. (It was silk and that made up for the awful color.) I was going to look like one of the sweet little white girls who were everybody's dream of what was right with the world. Hanging softly over the black Singer sewing machine, it looked like magic, and when people saw me wearing it they were going to run up to me and say, &quot;Marguerite [sometimes it was 'dear Marguerite'], forgive us, please, we didn't know who you were,&quot; and I would answer generously, &quot;No, you couldn't have known. Of course I forgive you.&quot;<br><br>Just thinking about it made me go around with angel's dust sprinkled over my face for days. But Easter's early morning sun had shown the dress to be a plain ugly cut-down from a white woman's once-was-purple throwaway. It was old-lady-long too, but it didn't hide my skinny legs, which had been greased with Blue Seal Vaseline and powdered with the Arkansas red clay. The age-faded color made my skin look dirty like mud, and everyone in church was looking at my skinny legs.<br><br>Wouldn't they be surprised when one day I woke out of my black ugly dream, and my real hair, which was long and blond, would take the place of the kinky mass that Momma wouldn't let me straighten? My light-blue eyes were going to hypnotize them, after all the things they said about &quot;my daddy must of been a Chinaman&quot; (I thought they meant made out of china, like a cup) because my eyes were so small and squinty. Then they would understand why I had never picked up a Southern accent, or spoke the common slang, and why I had to be forced to eat pigs' tails and snouts. Because I was really white and because a cruel fairy stepmother, who was understandably jealous of my beauty, had turned me into a too-big Negro girl, with nappy black hair, broad feet and a space between her teeth that would hold a number-two pencil.<br><br>&quot;What you looking ...&quot; The minister's wife leaned toward me, her long yellow face full of sorry. She whispered, &quot;I just come to tell you, it's Easter Day.&quot; I repeated, jamming the words together, &quot;Ijustcometotellyouit'sEasterDay,&quot; as low as possible. The giggles hung in the air like melting clouds that were waiting to rain on me. I held up two fingers, close to my chest, which meant that I had to go to the toilet, and tiptoed toward the rear of the church. Dimly, somewhere over my head, I heard ladies saying, &quot;Lord bless the child,&quot; and &quot;Praise God.&quot; My head was up and my eyes were open, but I didn't see anything. Halfway down the aisle, the church exploded with &quot;Were you there when they crucified my Lord?&quot; and I tripped over a foot stuck out from the children's pew. I stumbled and started to say something, or maybe to scream, but a green persimmon, or it could have been a lemon, caught me between the legs and squeezed. I tasted the sour on my tongue and felt it in the back of my mouth. Then before I reached the door, the sting was burning down my legs and into my Sunday socks. I tried to hold, to squeeze it back, to keep it from speeding, but when I reached the church porch I knew I'd have to let it go, or it would probably run right back up to my head and my poor head would burst like a dropped watermelon, and all the brains and spit and tongue and eyes would roll all over the place. So I ran down into the yard and let it go. I ran, peeing and crying, not toward the toilet out back but to our house. I'd get a whipping for it, to be sure, and the nasty children would have something new to tease me about. I laughed anyway, partially for the sweet release; still, the greater joy came not only from being liberated from the silly church but from the knowledge that I wouldn't die from a busted head.<br><br>If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat.<br><br>It is an unnecessary insult.<br><i><br>Chapter One<br></i><br><br>When I was three and Bailey four, we had arrived in the musty little town, wearing tags on our wrists which instructed&#8212;&quot;To Whom It May Concern&quot;&#8212;that we were Marguerite and Bailey Johnson Jr., from Long Beach, California, en route to Stamps, Arkansas, c/o Mrs. Annie Henderson.<br><br>Our parents had decided to put an end to their calamitous marriage, and Father shipped us home to his mother. A porter had been charged with our welfare&#8212;he got off the train the next day in Arizona&#8212;and our tickets were pinned to my brother's inside coat pocket.<br><br>I don't remember much of the trip, but after we reached the segregated southern part of the journey, things must have looked up. Negro passengers, who always traveled with loaded lunch boxes, felt sorry for &quot;the poor little motherless darlings&quot; and plied us with cold fried chicken and potato salad.<br><br>Years later I discovered that the United States had been crossed thousands of times by frightened Black children traveling alone to their newly affluent parents in Northern cities, or back to grandmothers in Southern towns when the urban North reneged on its economic promises.<br><br>The town reacted to us as its inhabitants had reacted to all things new before our coming. It regarded us a while without curiosity but with caution, and after we were seen to be harmless (and children) it closed in around us, as a real mother embraces a stranger's child. Warmly, but not too familiarly.<br><br>We lived with our grandmother and uncle in the rear of the Store (it was always spoken of with a capital <i>s</i>), which she had owned some twenty-five years.<br><br>Early in the century, Momma (we soon stopped calling her Grandmother) sold lunches to the sawmen in the lumberyard (east Stamps) and the seedmen at the cotton gin (west Stamps). Her crisp meat pies and cool lemonade, when joined to her miraculous ability to be in two places at the same time, assured her business success. From being a mobile lunch counter, she set up a stand between the two points of fiscal interest and supplied the workers' needs for a few years. Then she had the Store built in the heart of the Negro area. Over the years it became the lay center of activities in town. On Saturdays, barbers sat their customers in the shade on the porch of the Store, and troubadours on their ceaseless crawlings through the South leaned across its benches and sang their sad songs of The Brazos while they played juice harps and cigarbox guitars.<br><br>The formal name of the Store was the Wm. Johnson General Merchandise Store. Customers could find food staples, a good variety of colored thread, mash for hogs, corn for chickens, coal oil for lamps, light bulbs for the wealthy, shoestrings, hair dressing, balloons, and flower seeds. Anything not visible had only to be ordered.<br><br>Until we became familiar enough to belong to the Store and it to us, we were locked up in a Fun House of Things where the attendant had gone home for life.<br><br><br>Each year I watched the field across from the Store turn caterpillar green, then gradually frosty white. I knew exactly how long it would be before the big wagons would pull into the front yard and load on the cotton pickers at daybreak to carry them to the remains of slavery's plantations.<br><br>During the picking season my grandmother would get out of bed at four o'clock (she never used an alarm clock) and creak down to her knees and chant in a sleep-filled voice, &quot;Our Father, thank you for letting me see this New Day. Thank you that you didn't allow the bed I lay on last night to be my cooling board, nor my blanket my winding sheet. Guide my feet this day along the straight and narrow, and help me to put a bridle on my tongue. Bless this house, and everybody in it. Thank you, in the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, Amen.&quot;<br><br>Before she had quite arisen, she called our names and issued orders, and pushed her large feet into homemade slippers and across the bare Iye-washed wooden floor to light the coal-oil lamp.<br><br>The lamplight in the Store gave a soft make-believe feeling to our world which made me want to whisper and walk about on tiptoe. The odors of onions and oranges and kerosene had been mixing all night and wouldn't be disturbed until the wooded slat was removed from the door and the early morning air forced its way in with the bodies of people who had walked miles to reach the pickup place.<br><br>&quot;Sister, I'll have two cans of sardines.&quot;<br><br>&quot;I'm gonna work so fast today I'm gonna make you look like you standing still.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Lemme have a hunk uh cheese and some sody crackers.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Just gimme a couple them fat peanut paddies.&quot; That would be from a picker who was taking his lunch. The greasy brown paper sack was stuck behind the bib of his overalls. He'd use the candy as a snack before the noon sun called the workers to rest.<br><br>In those tender mornings the Store was full of laughing, joking, boasting and bragging. One man was going to pick two hundred pounds of cotton, and another three hundred. Even the children were promising to bring home fo' bits and six bits.<br><br>The champion picker of the day before was the hero of the dawn. If he prophesied that the cotton in today's field was going to be sparse and stick to the bolls like glue, every listener would grunt a hearty agreement.<br><br>The sound of the empty cotton sacks dragging over the floor and the murmurs of waking people were sliced by the cash register as we rang up the five-cent sales.<br><br>If the morning sounds and smells were touched with the supernatural, the late afternoon had all the features of the normal Arkansas life. In the dying sunlight the people dragged, rather than their empty cotton sacks.<br><br>Brought back to the Store, the pickers would step out of the backs of trucks and fold down, dirt-disappointed, to the ground. No matter how much they had picked' it wasn't enough. Their wages wouldn't even get them out of debt to my grandmother, not to mention the staggering bill that waited on them at the white commissary downtown.<br><br>The sounds of the new morning had been replaced with grumbles about cheating houses, weighted scales, snakes, skimpy cotton and dusty rows. In later years I was to confront the stereotyped picture of gay song-singing cotton pickers with such inordinate rage that I was told even by fellow Blacks that my paranoia was embarrassing. But I had seen the fingers cut by the mean little cotton bolls, and I had witnessed the backs and shoulders and arms and legs resisting any further demands.<br><br>Some of the workers would leave their sacks at the Store to be picked up the following morning, but a few had to take them home for repairs. I winced to picture them sewing the coarse material under a coal-oil lamp with fingers stiffening from the day's work. In too few hours they would have to walk back to Sister Henderson's Store, get vittles and load, again, onto the trucks. Then they would face another day of trying to earn enough for the whole year with the heavy knowledge that they were going to end the season as they started it. Without the money or credit necessary to sustain a family for three months. In cotton-picking time the late afternoons revealed the harshness of Black Southern life, which in the early morning had been softened by nature's blessing of grogginess, forgetfulness and the soft lamplight.\"},{\"id\":\"5734203T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"6\",\"text\":\"<b>Prologue</b><br><br>&quot;What you looking at me for?<br>I didn't come to stay . . .&quot;<br><br>I hadn't so much forgot as I couldn't bring myself to remember. Other things were more important.<br><br>&quot;What you looking at me for?<br>I didn't come to stay . . .&quot;<br><br>Whether I could remember the rest of the poem or not was immaterial. The truth of the statement was like a wadded-up handkerchief, sopping wet in my fists, and the sooner they accepted it the quicker I could let my hands open and the air would cool my palms.<br><br>&quot;What you looking at me for . . .&#63;&quot;<br><br>The children's section of the Colored Methodist Episcopal Church was wiggling and giggling over my well-known forgetfulness.<br><br>The dress I wore was lavender taffeta, and each time I breathed it rustled, and now that I was sucking in air to breathe out shame it sounded like crepe paper on the back of hearses.<br><br>As I'd watched Momma put ruffles on the hem and cute little tucks around the waist, I knew that once I put it on I'd look like a movie star. (It was silk and that made up for the awful color.) I was going to look like one of the sweet little white girls who were everybody's dream of what was right with the world. Hanging softly over the black Singer sewing machine, it looked like magic, and when people saw me wearing it they were going to run up to me and say, &quot;Marguerite [sometimes it was 'dear Marguerite'], forgive us, please, we didn't know who you were,&quot; and I would answer generously, &quot;No, you couldn't have known. Of course I forgive you.&quot;<br><br>Just thinking about it made me go around with angel's dust sprinkled over my face for days. But Easter's early morning sun had shown the dress to be a plain ugly cut-down from a white woman's once-was-purple throwaway. It was old-lady-long too, but it didn't hide my skinny legs, which had been greased with Blue Seal Vaseline and powdered with the Arkansas red clay. The age-faded color made my skin look dirty like mud, and everyone in church was looking at my skinny legs.<br><br>Wouldn't they be surprised when one day I woke out of my black ugly dream, and my real hair, which was long and blond, would take the place of the kinky mass that Momma wouldn't let me straighten? My light-blue eyes were going to hypnotize them, after all the things they said about &quot;my daddy must of been a Chinaman&quot; (I thought they meant made out of china, like a cup) because my eyes were so small and squinty. Then they would understand why I had never picked up a Southern accent, or spoke the common slang, and why I had to be forced to eat pigs' tails and snouts. Because I was really white and because a cruel fairy stepmother, who was understandably jealous of my beauty, had turned me into a too-big Negro girl, with nappy black hair, broad feet and a space between her teeth that would hold a number-two pencil.<br><br>&quot;What you looking ...&quot; The minister's wife leaned toward me, her long yellow face full of sorry. She whispered, &quot;I just come to tell you, it's Easter Day.&quot; I repeated, jamming the words together, &quot;Ijustcometotellyouit'sEasterDay,&quot; as low as possible. The giggles hung in the air like melting clouds that were waiting to rain on me. I held up two fingers, close to my chest, which meant that I had to go to the toilet, and tiptoed toward the rear of the church. Dimly, somewhere over my head, I heard ladies saying, &quot;Lord bless the child,&quot; and &quot;Praise God.&quot; My head was up and my eyes were open, but I didn't see anything. Halfway down the aisle, the church exploded with &quot;Were you there when they crucified my Lord?&quot; and I tripped over a foot stuck out from the children's pew. I stumbled and started to say something, or maybe to scream, but a green persimmon, or it could have been a lemon, caught me between the legs and squeezed. I tasted the sour on my tongue and felt it in the back of my mouth. Then before I reached the door, the sting was burning down my legs and into my Sunday socks. I tried to hold, to squeeze it back, to keep it from speeding, but when I reached the church porch I knew I'd have to let it go, or it would probably run right back up to my head and my poor head would burst like a dropped watermelon, and all the brains and spit and tongue and eyes would roll all over the place. So I ran down into the yard and let it go. I ran, peeing and crying, not toward the toilet out back but to our house. I'd get a whipping for it, to be sure, and the nasty children would have something new to tease me about. I laughed anyway, partially for the sweet release; still, the greater joy came not only from being liberated from the silly church but from the knowledge that I wouldn't die from a busted head.<br><br>If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat.<br><br>It is an unnecessary insult.<br><br><br><b>Chapter 1</b><br><br>When I was three and Bailey four, we had arrived in the musty little town, wearing tags on our wrists which instructed&#151;&quot;To Whom It May Concern&quot;&#151;that we were Marguerite and Bailey Johnson Jr., from Long Beach, California, en route to Stamps, Arkansas, c/o Mrs. Annie Henderson.<br><br>Our parents had decided to put an end to their calamitous marriage, and Father shipped us home to his mother. A porter had been charged with our welfare&#151;he got off the train the next day in Arizona&#151;and our tickets were pinned to my brother's inside coat pocket.<br><br>I don't remember much of the trip, but after we reached the segregated southern part of the journey, things must have looked up. Negro passengers, who always traveled with loaded lunch boxes, felt sorry for &quot;the poor little motherless darlings&quot; and plied us with cold fried chicken and potato salad.<br><br>Years later I discovered that the United States had been crossed thousands of times by frightened Black children traveling alone to their newly affluent parents in Northern cities, or back to grandmothers in Southern towns when the urban North reneged on its economic promises.<br><br>The town reacted to us as its inhabitants had reacted to all things new before our coming. It regarded us a while without curiosity but with caution, and after we were seen to be harmless (and children) it closed in around us, as a real mother embraces a stranger's child. Warmly, but not too familiarly.<br><br>We lived with our grandmother and uncle in the rear of the Store (it was always spoken of with a capital <i>s</i>), which she had owned some twenty-five years.<br><br>Early in the century, Momma (we soon stopped calling her Grandmother) sold lunches to the sawmen in the lumberyard (east Stamps) and the seedmen at the cotton gin (west Stamps). Her crisp meat pies and cool lemonade, when joined to her miraculous ability to be in two places at the same time, assured her business success. From being a mobile lunch counter, she set up a stand between the two points of fiscal interest and supplied the workers' needs for a few years. Then she had the Store built in the heart of the Negro area. Over the years it became the lay center of activities in town. On Saturdays, barbers sat their customers in the shade on the porch of the Store, and troubadours on their ceaseless crawlings through the South leaned across its benches and sang their sad songs of The Brazos while they played juice harps and cigarbox guitars.<br><br>The formal name of the Store was the Wm. Johnson General Merchandise Store. Customers could find food staples, a good variety of colored thread, mash for hogs, corn for chickens, coal oil for lamps, light bulbs for the wealthy, shoestrings, hair dressing, balloons, and flower seeds. Anything not visible had only to be ordered.<br><br>Until we became familiar enough to belong to the Store and it to us, we were locked up in a Fun House of Things where the attendant had gone home for life.<br><br><br>Each year I watched the field across from the Store turn caterpillar green, then gradually frosty white. I knew exactly how long it would be before the big wagons would pull into the front yard and load on the cotton pickers at daybreak to carry them to the remains of slavery's plantations.<br><br>During the picking season my grandmother would get out of bed at four o'clock (she never used an alarm clock) and creak down to her knees and chant in a sleep-filled voice, &quot;Our Father, thank you for letting me see this New Day. Thank you that you didn't allow the bed I lay on last night to be my cooling board, nor my blanket my winding sheet. Guide my feet this day along the straight and narrow, and help me to put a bridle on my tongue. Bless this house, and everybody in it. Thank you, in the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, Amen.&quot;<br><br>Before she had quite arisen, she called our names and issued orders, and pushed her large feet into homemade slippers and across the bare Iye-washed wooden floor to light the coal-oil lamp.<br><br>The lamplight in the Store gave a soft make-believe feeling to our world which made me want to whisper and walk about on tiptoe. The odors of onions and oranges and kerosene had been mixing all night and wouldn't be disturbed until the wooded slat was removed from the door and the early morning air forced its way in with the bodies of people who had walked miles to reach the pickup place.<br><br>&quot;Sister, I'll have two cans of sardines.&quot;<br><br>&quot;I'm gonna work so fast today I'm gonna make you look like you standing still.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Lemme have a hunk uh cheese and some sody crackers.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Just gimme a couple them fat peanut paddies.&quot; That would be from a picker who was taking his lunch. The greasy brown paper sack was stuck behind the bib of his overalls. He'd use the candy as a snack before the noon sun called the workers to rest.<br><br>In those tender mornings the Store was full of laughing, joking, boasting and bragging. One man was going to pick two hundred pounds of cotton, and another three hundred. Even the children were promising to bring home fo' bits and six bits.<br><br>The champion picker of the day before was the hero of the dawn. If he prophesied that the cotton in today's field was going to be sparse and stick to the bolls like glue, every listener would grunt a hearty agreement.<br><br>The sound of the empty cotton sacks dragging over the floor and the murmurs of waking people were sliced by the cash register as we rang up the five-cent sales.<br><br>If the morning sounds and smells were touched with the supernatural, the late afternoon had all the features of the normal Arkansas life. In the dying sunlight the people dragged, rather than their empty cotton sacks.<br><br>Brought back to the Store, the pickers would step out of the backs of trucks and fold down, dirt-disappointed, to the ground. No matter how much they had picked' it wasn't enough. Their wages wouldn't even get them out of debt to my grandmother, not to mention the staggering bill that waited on them at the white commissary downtown.<br><br>The sounds of the new morning had been replaced with grumbles about cheating houses, weighted scales, snakes, skimpy cotton and dusty rows. In later years I was to confront the stereotyped picture of gay song-singing cotton pickers with such inordinate rage that I was told even by fellow Blacks that my paranoia was embarrassing. But I had seen the fingers cut by the mean little cotton bolls, and I had witnessed the backs and shoulders and arms and legs resisting any further demands.<br><br>Some of the workers would leave their sacks at the Store to be picked up the following morning, but a few had to take them home for repairs. I winced to picture them sewing the coarse material under a coal-oil lamp with fingers stiffening from the day's work. In too few hours they would have to walk back to Sister Henderson's Store, get vittles and load, again, onto the trucks. Then they would face another day of trying to earn enough for the whole year with the heavy knowledge that they were going to end the season as they started it. Without the money or credit necessary to sustain a family for three months. In cotton-picking time the late afternoons revealed the harshness of Black Southern life, which in the early morning had been softened by nature's blessing of grogginess, forgetfulness and the soft lamplight.\"},{\"id\":\"2864686T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"NY Times Book Review\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"The wisdom, rue and  humor of her storytelling are borne on a lilting  rhythm completely her own, the product of a born  writer's senses nourished on black church singing and  preaching, soft mother talk and salty street talk,  and on literature: James Weldon Johnson, Langston  Hughes, Richard Wright, Shakespeare and Gorki.\"},{\"id\":\"459290T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"Sacred Fire\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"This statement as much as any other defines the uniquely expansive and knowing vision of Maya Angelou.  In her works of poetry, drama, and memoir, she describes the imperfections and perversions of humanity&#95;men, women, black, white&#95;with an unrelenting and sometimes jarring candor.  But that    candor is leavened by an unusually strong desire to comprehend the worst acts of the people around her and find a way for hope and love to survive in spite of it all. <i>I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings</i> is the beautifully written and brutally honest chronicle of Angelou&#39;s life from her arrival in Stamp, Arkansas, at age three to the birth of her only child in San Francisco, at age sixteen. In    between those two events, Angelou provides an unfbrgettable memoir of growing up black in the 1930s and 1940s in a tiny southern town in Arkansas.<p>Angelou vividly describes the everyday indignities pressed on blacks in her small town, whether by the condescending white women who shortened her name to Mary because her real name, Marguerite, took too long to say, or by the cruel white dentist who refused to treat her because ... . my policy is I&#39;d rather stick    my hand in a dog&#39;s mouth than a nigger&#39;s.  She also faced horror    and brutality at the hands of her own people&#95;she was raped by her mother&#39;s boyfriend when she was eight years old and later witnessed his murder at the hands of her uncles, a trauma that sent her into a shell of silence for years. Nevertheless, she emphasizes the positive things she learned from the &#34;rainbows&#34; in the black community of her youth that helped her survive and keep her hopes alive: her grandmother, Momma, who owned a general store and remained a pillar despite the struggles of being a black woman in a segregated and racist southern town; the Holy Rollers of the revivalist black church, who used coded language to attack the racist system they lived under; and Mrs.Bertha Flowers, the aristocratic black woman who brought her back from her shell of silence by introducing her to a love of literature, language, and recitation.<p>Her mastery of language and storytelling allows Angelou to    record the incidents that shaped and troubled her, while also giving insight into the larger social and political tensions of the 1930s.  She explains both the worst aspects of her youth and the frequent moments of exhilaration with drama and vigor; it&#39;s in the carefully described details and minor incidents that her childhood world is brought to life. <i>I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings</i>    was nominated for the National Book Award in 1970 and remains an immensely popular book among people worldwide to this day for its honest and hopeful portrait of a woman finding the strength to overcome any adversity, of a caged bird who found the means to fly.  Angelou has written four follow&#95;up autobiographical works: <i>Gather Together in My Name</i>, <i>Singin Swingin</i>and <i>Getting Merry Like Christmas</i>, <i>All God&#39;s Children Need Traveling Shoes</i>, and <i>Heart of a Woman</i>. \"},{\"id\":\"119267320T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"\\\"<i>I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings</i> liberates the reader into life simply because Maya Angelou confronts her own life with such a moving wonder, such a luminous dignity.\\\"<b>-James Baldwin</b>\"},{\"id\":\"131796039T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"\\\"<i>I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings</i> liberates the reader into life simply because Maya Angelou confronts her own life with such a moving wonder, such a luminous dignity.\\\"<b>--James Baldwin</b>\"},{\"id\":\"85816333T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Beautiful, brutal, and often banned – this modern classic gives an unflinching view of a childhood rooted in pain that flowers into a tale of redemption and hope.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"121168903T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Beautiful, brutal, and often banned – this modern classic gives an unflinching view of a childhood rooted in pain that flowers into a tale of redemption and hope.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"71234531T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"1. Maya Angelou begins her autobiography with a moment of public humiliation in church. Why do you think she chose this scene in particular? Do themes in this scene reappear throughout the memoir?</p><p>2. To Marguerite, her mother seems alternately charming, elusive, unreliable and strong. Which episodes in the novel illuminate her character? Do you think she was a good mother?</p><p>3. Mrs. Flowers &#8220;encouraged [Marguerite] to listen carefully to what country people called mother wit. That in those homely sayings was couched the collective wisdom of generations&#8221; (100). What are some of the maxims that Angelou remembers hearing from Momma and Mother? Did any of these maxims strike a particular chord with you? Are there examples of &#8220;mother wit&#8221; that you remember from your own childhood, or pass on to those around you?</p><p>4. Angelou describes Marguerite as &#8220;superstitious&#8221; (166). Can you find some examples of Marguerite&#8217;s superstition?</p><p>5. How does Angelou describe her molestation and later her rape at the hands of Mr. Freeman? Were you surprised by her emotions? Was this terrible experience the defining moment of the novel or of Angelou&#8217;s childhood? Why or why not?</p><p>6. &#8220;Every person I knew had a hellish horror of being &#8216;called out of his name&#8217;&#8221; (109), and when Mrs. Cullinan renames her &#8220;Mary,&#8221; she exacts her revenge. Can you think of other examples of naming and renaming in the book? What do you think it means to be &#8220;called out of [one&#8217;s] name&#8221;?</p><p>7. What did you think of the relationship between Glory and Mrs. Cullinan?</p><p>8. &#8220;I couldn&#8217;t force myself to think of them as people,&#8221; (26) Angelou writes of the whites in segregated Stamps, Arkansas. Does this change over the course of the novel?</p><p>9. How is Marguerite&#8217;s identity as a Black woman variously shaped by her own and others&#8217; interactions with whites, including the &#8220;powhitetrash children&#8221; (28), middle class whites like Mrs. Cullinan and the sheriff, and Northern whites such as the employees of the Market Street Railway Company? Do you think that Marguerite is more powerfully affected by her own interactions or by the interactions she observes?</p><p>10. As the granddaughter of a comparatively poor businesswoman, Marguerite&#8217;s understanding of the world is shaped as much by class experience as by race. Can you think of some examples of class distinctions or inversions in the novel?</p><p>11. What are some of the communities that welcome Marguerite during her childhood? Which communities nurture her successfully? Which are less successful?</p><p>12. &#8220;He was my first white love,&#8221; (13) Angelou says of Shakespeare, but most of her teachers are Black. How does Angelou describe her education, both formal and informal? What lessons does she learn from those around her?</p><p>13. &#8220;We survive in exact relationship to the dedication of our poets,&#8221; (184) Angelou says of Black people. Do you think that this is true of all cultures?</p><p>14. The title is a reference to a poem by Paul Lawrence Dunbar. Why do you think that Angelou chose this title?</p>\"},{\"id\":\"121168902T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"1. Maya Angelou begins her autobiography with a moment of public humiliation in church. Why do you think she chose this scene in particular? Do themes in this scene reappear throughout the memoir?</p><p>2. To Marguerite, her mother seems alternately charming, elusive, unreliable and strong. Which episodes in the novel illuminate her character? Do you think she was a good mother?</p><p>3. Mrs. Flowers &#8220;encouraged [Marguerite] to listen carefully to what country people called mother wit. That in those homely sayings was couched the collective wisdom of generations&#8221; (100). What are some of the maxims that Angelou remembers hearing from Momma and Mother? Did any of these maxims strike a particular chord with you? Are there examples of &#8220;mother wit&#8221; that you remember from your own childhood, or pass on to those around you?</p><p>4. Angelou describes Marguerite as &#8220;superstitious&#8221; (166). Can you find some examples of Marguerite&#8217;s superstition?</p><p>5. How does Angelou describe her molestation and later her rape at the hands of Mr. Freeman? Were you surprised by her emotions? Was this terrible experience the defining moment of the novel or of Angelou&#8217;s childhood? Why or why not?</p><p>6. &#8220;Every person I knew had a hellish horror of being &#8216;called out of his name&#8217;&#8221; (109), and when Mrs. Cullinan renames her &#8220;Mary,&#8221; she exacts her revenge. Can you think of other examples of naming and renaming in the book? What do you think it means to be &#8220;called out of [one&#8217;s] name&#8221;?</p><p>7. What did you think of the relationship between Glory and Mrs. Cullinan?</p><p>8. &#8220;I couldn&#8217;t force myself to think of them as people,&#8221; (26) Angelou writes of the whites in segregated Stamps, Arkansas. Does this change over the course of the novel?</p><p>9. How is Marguerite&#8217;s identity as a Black woman variously shaped by her own and others&#8217; interactions with whites, including the &#8220;powhitetrash children&#8221; (28), middle class whites like Mrs. Cullinan and the sheriff, and Northern whites such as the employees of the Market Street Railway Company? Do you think that Marguerite is more powerfully affected by her own interactions or by the interactions she observes?</p><p>10. As the granddaughter of a comparatively poor businesswoman, Marguerite&#8217;s understanding of the world is shaped as much by class experience as by race. Can you think of some examples of class distinctions or inversions in the novel?</p><p>11. What are some of the communities that welcome Marguerite during her childhood? Which communities nurture her successfully? Which are less successful?</p><p>12. &#8220;He was my first white love,&#8221; (13) Angelou says of Shakespeare, but most of her teachers are Black. How does Angelou describe her education, both formal and informal? What lessons does she learn from those around her?</p><p>13. &#8220;We survive in exact relationship to the dedication of our poets,&#8221; (184) Angelou says of Black people. Do you think that this is true of all cultures?</p><p>14. The title is a reference to a poem by Paul Lawrence Dunbar. Why do you think that Angelou chose this title?</p>\"},{\"id\":\"43771742T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"1. Maya Angelou begins her autobiography with a moment of public humiliation in church. Why do you think she chose this scene in particular? Do themes in this scene reappear throughout the memoir?<P>2. To Marguerite, her mother seems alternately charming, elusive, unreliable and strong. Which episodes in the novel illuminate her character? Do you think she was a good mother?<P>3. Mrs. Flowers &#8220;encouraged [Marguerite] to listen carefully to what country people called mother wit. That in those homely sayings was couched the collective wisdom of generations&#8221; (100). What are some of the maxims that Angelou remembers hearing from Momma and Mother? Did any of these maxims strike a particular chord with you? Are there examples of &#8220;mother wit&#8221; that you remember from your own childhood, or pass on to those around you?<P>4. Angelou describes Marguerite as &#8220;superstitious&#8221; (166). Can you find some examples of Marguerite&#8217;s superstition?<P>5. How does Angelou describe her molestation and later her rape at the hands of Mr. Freeman? Were you surprised by her emotions? Was this terrible experience the defining moment of the novel or of Angelou&#8217;s childhood? Why or why not?<P>6. &#8220;Every person I knew had a hellish horror of being &#8216;called out of his name&#8217;&#8221; (109), and when Mrs. Cullinan renames her &#8220;Mary,&#8221; she exacts her revenge. Can you think of other examples of naming and renaming in the book? What do you think it means to be &#8220;called out of [one&#8217;s] name&#8221;?<P>7. What did you think of the relationship between Glory and Mrs. Cullinan?<P>8. &#8220;I couldn&#8217;t force myself to think of them as people,&#8221; (26) Angelou writes of the whites in segregated Stamps, Arkansas. Does this change over the course of the novel?<P>9. How is Marguerite&#8217;s identity as a Black woman variously shaped by her own and others&#8217; interactions with whites, including the &#8220;powhitetrash children&#8221; (28), middle class whites like Mrs. Cullinan and the sheriff, and Northern whites such as the employees of the Market Street Railway Company? Do you think that Marguerite is more powerfully affected by her own interactions or by the interactions she observes?<P>10. As the granddaughter of a comparatively poor businesswoman, Marguerite&#8217;s understanding of the world is shaped as much by class experience as by race. Can you think of some examples of class distinctions or inversions in the novel?<P>11. What are some of the communities that welcome Marguerite during her childhood? Which communities nurture her successfully? Which are less successful?<P>12. &#8220;He was my first white love,&#8221; (13) Angelou says of Shakespeare, but most of her teachers are Black. How does Angelou describe her education, both formal and informal? What lessons does she learn from those around her?<P>13. &#8220;We survive in exact relationship to the dedication of our poets,&#8221; (184) Angelou says of Black people. Do you think that this is true of all cultures?<P>14. The title is a reference to a poem by Paul Lawrence Dunbar. Why do you think that Angelou chose this title?<P>\"},{\"id\":\"8777145T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<p>1. The memoir opens with a provocative refrain: \\\"What you looking at me for? I didn't come to stay ... \\\" What do you think this passage says about Ritie's sense of herself? How does she feel about her place in the world? How does she keep her identity intact?</p><p>2. Upon seeing her mother for the first time after years of separation, Ritie describes her as \\\"a hurricane in its perfect power.\\\" What do you think about Ritie's relationship with her mother? How does it compare to her relationship with her grandmother, \\\"Momma\\\"?</p><p>3. The author writes, \\\"If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat.\\\" What do you make of the author's portrayal of race? How do Ritie and her family cope with the racial tension that permeates their lives?</p><p>4. Throughout the book, Ritie struggles with feelings that she is \\\"bad\\\" and \\\"sinful, \\\" as her thoughts echo the admonitions of her strict religious upbringing. What does she learn at the end of the memoir about right and wrong?</p><p>5. What is the significance of the title as it relates to Ritie's self-imposed muteness?</p>  \"},{\"id\":\"7823839T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"Memoirist, novelist, poet, and dramatist, Maya Angelou is one of the best-loved writers of our time. She is widely acclaimed for her searing, inspiring writings&#151;and she has been praised for confronting both the racial and sexual pressures on black women, and for infusing her work with a perspective on larger social and political movements, including civil rights.<br>In the volumes of her bestselling personal story&#151;one of the most remarkable narratives ever shared&#151;Maya Angelou writes about the struggles and triumphs of her extraordinary life with candor, humor, poignancy, and grace. These include&#58;<br><b>I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings</b> <br><br>The classic autobiography of her young years.<br><b>Gather Together In My Name</b> <br><br>The coming-of-age story of her struggle for survival as a young unwed mother. <br><b>Singin' and Swingin' and Gettin' Merry Like Christmas</b> <br><br>The saga of her show business career, her failed marriage, and her early motherhood.<br><b>The Heart of a Woman</b> <br><br>The turbulent story of her emergence as a writer and a political activist.<br><b>Wouldn't Take Nothing For My Journey Now</b><br><br>Her exhilarating collection of wisdom, spirituality, and life lessons.<br><p>1. The memoir opens with a provocative refrain&#58; \\\"What you looking at me for? I didn't come to stay ... \\\" What do you think this passage says about Ritie's sense of herself? How does she feel about her place in the world? How does she keep her identity intact?</p><p>2. Upon seeing her mother for the first time after years of separation, Ritie describes her as \\\"a hurricane in its perfect power.\\\" What do you think about Ritie's relationship with her mother? How does it compare to her relationship with her grandmother, \\\"Momma\\\"?</p><p>3. The author writes, \\\"If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat.\\\" What do you make of the author's portrayal of race? How do Ritie and her family cope with the racial tension that permeates their lives?</p><p>4. Throughout the book, Ritie struggles with feelings that she is \\\"bad\\\" and \\\"sinful,\\\" as her thoughts echo the admonitions of her strict religious upbringing. What does she learn at the end of the memoir about right and wrong?</p><p>5. 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I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates, of an old boathouse, a circular band shell, an arched stone bridge. The narrows of the river emptied into a wide lagoon and I saw upon its surface a singular miracle. A long curving neck rose from a dress of white plumage. <br> Swan, my mother said, sensing my excitement. It pattered the bright water, flapping its great wings, and lifted into the sky.<br> The word alone hardly attested to its magnificence nor conveyed the emotion it produced. The sight of it generated an urge I had no words for, a desire to speak of the swan, to say something of its whiteness, the explosive nature of its movement, and the slow beating of its wings.<br> The swan became one with the sky. I struggled to find words to describe my own sense of it. Swan, I repeated, not entirely satisfied, <br> and I felt a twinge, a curious yearning, imperceptible to passersby, my mother, the trees, or the clouds.<br> I was born on a Monday, in the North Side of Chicago during the Great Blizzard of 1946. I came along a day too soon, as babies born on New Year's Eve left the hospital with a new refrigerator. Despite my mother's effort to hold me in, she went into heavy labor as the taxi crawled along Lake Michigan through a vortex of snow and wind. By my father's account, I arrived a long skinny thing with bronchial pneumonia, and he kept me alive by holding me over a steaming washtub.<br> My sister Linda followed during yet another blizzard in 1948. <br> By necessity I was obliged to measure up quickly. My mother took in ironing as I sat on the stoop of our rooming house waiting for the iceman and the last of the horse-drawn wagons. He gave me slivers of ice wrapped in brown paper. I would slip one in my pocket for my baby sister, but when I later reached for it, I discov-<br> ered it was gone.<br> When my mother became pregnant with my brother, Todd, <br> we left our cramped quarters in Logan Square and migrated to Germantown, Pennsylvania. For the next few years we lived in temporary housing set up for ser-vicemen and their children&#151;<br> whitewashed barracks overlooking an abandoned field alive with wildflowers. We called the field The Patch, and in summertime the grown-ups would sit and talk, smoke cigarettes, and pass around jars of dandelion wine while we children played. My mother taught us the games of her childhood&#58; Statues, Red Rover, and Simon Says. <br> We made daisy chains to adorn our necks and crown our heads. In the evenings we collected fireflies in mason jars, extracting their lights and making rings for our fingers.<br> My mother taught me to pray; she taught me the prayer her mother taught her. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. At nightfall, I knelt before my little bed as she stood, with her ever-present cigarette, listening as I recited after her. I wished noth-<br> ing more than to say my prayers, yet these words troubled me and I plagued her with questions. What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.<br> Perhaps to satisfy my curiosity, my mother enrolled me in Sunday school. We were taught by rote, Bible verses and the words of Jesus. <br> Afterward we stood in line and were rewarded with a spoonful of comb honey. There was only one spoon in the jar to serve many coughing children. I instinctively shied from the spoon but I swiftly accepted the notion of God. It pleased me to imagine a presence above us, in continual motion, like liquid stars.<br> Not contented with my child's prayer, I soon petitioned my mother to let me make my own. I was relieved when I no longer had to repeat the words If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take and could say instead what was in my heart. Thus freed, I would lie in my bed by the coal stove vigorously mouthing long let-<br> ters to God. I was not much of a sleeper and I must have vexed him with my endless vows, visions, and schemes. But as time passed I came to experience a different kind of prayer, a silent one, requiring more listening than speaking.<br> My small torrent of words dissipated into an elaborate sense of expanding and receding. It was my entrance into the radiance of imagination. This process was especially magnified within the fevers of influenza, measles, chicken pox, and mumps. I had them all and with each I was privileged with a new level of awareness. Lying deep within myself, the symmetry of a snowflake spinning above me, inten-<br> sifying through my lids, I seized a most worthy souvenir, a shard of heaven's kaleidoscope.<p> My love of prayer was gradually rivaled by my love for the book. I would sit at my mother's feet watching her drink coffee and smoke cigarettes with a book on her lap. Her absorption intrigued me. Though not yet in nursery school, I liked to look at her books, <br> feel their paper, and lift the tissues from the frontispieces. I wanted to know what was in them, what captured her attention so deeply. When my mother discovered that I had hidden her crimson copy of Foxe 's Book of Martyrs beneath my pillow, with hopes of absorbing its mean-<br> ing, she sat me down and began the laborious process of teaching me to read. With great effort we moved through Mother Goose to Dr. <br> Seuss. When I advanced past the need for instruction, I was permit-<br> ted to join her on our overstuffed sofa, she reading The Shoes of the Fisherman and I The Red Shoes.<br> I was completely smitten by the book. I longed to read them all, <br> and the things I read of produced new yearnings. Perhaps I might go off to Africa and offer my ser-vices to Albert Schweitzer or, decked in my coonskin cap and powder horn, I might defend the -people like Davy Crockett. I could scale the Himalayas and live in a cave spinning a prayer wheel, keeping the earth turning. But the urge to express myself was my strongest desire, and my siblings were my first eager coconspirators in the harvesting of my imagination. They listened attentively to my stories willingly performed in my plays, and fought valiantly in my wars. <br> With them in my corner, anything seemed possible.<br> In the months of spring, I was often ill and so condemned to my bed, obliged to hear my comrades at play through the open window. <br> In the months of summer, the younger ones reported bedside how much of our wild field had been secured in the face of the enemy. We lost many a battle in my absence and my weary troops would gather around my bed and I would offer a benediction from the child sol-<br> dier's bible, A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson.<br> In the winter, we built snow forts and I led our campaign, serving as general, making maps and drawing out strategies as we attacked and retreated. We fought the wars of our Irish grandfathers, the orange and the green. We wore the orange yet knew nothing of its meaning. They were simply our colors. When attention flagged, I would draw a truce and visit my friend Stephanie. She was convalescing from an illness I didn't really understand, a form of leukemia. She was older than I, per-<br> haps twelve to my eight. I didn't have much to say to her and was perhaps little comfort, yet she seemed to delight in my presence. I believe that what really drew me to her was not my good heart, but a fascination with her belongings. Her older sister would hang up my wet garments and bring us cocoa and graham crackers on a tray. Stephanie would lie back on a mound of pillows and I would tell tall tales and read her comics.<br> I marveled at her comic-book collection, stacks of them earned from a childhood spent in bed, every issue of Superman, Little Lulu, Classic Comics, and House of Mystery. In her old cigar box were all the talis-<br> manic charms of 1953&#58; a roulette wheel, a typewriter, an ice skater, the red Mobil winged horse, the Eiffel Tower, a ballet slipper, and charms in the shape of all forty-eight states. I could play with them endlessly and sometimes, if she had doubles, she would give one to me.<br> I had a secret compartment near my bed, beneath the floorboards. <br> There I kept my stash&#151;winnings from marbles, trading cards, reli-<br> gious artifacts I rescued from Catholic trash bins&#58; old holy cards, worn scapulars, plaster saints with chipped hands and feet. I put my loot from Stephanie there. Something told me I shouldn't take presents from a sick girl, but I did and hid them away, somewhat ashamed.<br> I had promised to visit her on Valentine 's Day, but I didn't. My duties as general to my troop of siblings and neighboring boys were very taxing and there was heavy snow to negotiate. It was a harsh winter that year. The following afternoon, I abandoned my post to sit with her and have cocoa. She was very quiet and begged me to stay even as she drifted off to sleep.<br> I rummaged through her jewel box. It was pink and when you opened it a ballerina turned like a sugarplum fairy. I was so taken with a particular skating pin that I slipped it in my mitten. I sat frozen next to her for a long time, leaving silently as she slept. I buried the pin amongst my stash. I slept fitfully through the night, feeling great remorse for what I had done. In the morning I was too ill to go to school and stayed in bed, ridden with guilt. I vowed to return the pin and ask her to forgive me.<br> The following day was my sister Linda's birthday, but there was to be no party for her. Stephanie had taken a turn for the worse and my father and mother went to a hospital to give blood. When they returned my father was crying and my mother knelt down beside me to tell me Stephanie had died. Her grief was quickly replaced with concern as she felt my forehead. I was burning with fever.<br> Our apartment was quarantined. I had scarlet fever. In the fif-<br> ties it was much feared since it often developed into a fatal form of rheumatic fever. The door to our apartment was painted yel-<br> low. Confined to bed, I could not attend Stephanie 's funeral. Her mother brought me her stacks of comic books and her cigar box of charms. Now I had everything, all her treasures, but I was far too ill to even look at them. It was then that I experienced the weight of sin, even a sin as small as a stolen skater pin. I reflected on the fact that no matter how good I aspired to be, I was never going to achieve perfection. I also would never receive Stephanie 's for-<br> giveness. But as I lay there night after night, it occurred to me that it might be possible to speak with her by praying to her, or at least ask God to intercede on my behalf.<br> Robert was very taken with this story, and sometimes on a cold, lan-<br> guorous Sunday he would beg me to recount it. \\\"Tell me the Stephanie story,\\\" he would say. I would spare no details on our long mornings beneath the covers, reciting tales of my childhood, its sorrow and magic, <br> as we tried to pretend we weren't hungry. And always, when I got to the part where I opened the jewelry box, he would cry, \\\"Patti, no . . .\\\"<br> We used to laugh at our small selves, saying that I was a bad girl trying to be good and that he was a good boy trying to be bad. <br> Through the years these roles would reverse, then reverse again, until we came to accept our dual natures. We contained opposing princi-<br> ples, light and dark.<br> I was a dreamy somnambulant child. I vexed my teachers with my precocious reading ability paired with an inability to apply it to anything they deemed practical. One by one they noted in my reports that I daydreamed far too much, was always somewhere else. Where that somewhere was I cannot say, but it often landed me in the corner sitting on a high stool in full view of all in a conical paper hat.<br> I would later make large detailed drawings of these humorously humiliating moments for Robert. He delighted in them, seeming to appreciate all the qualities that repelled or alienated me from others. <br> Through this visual dialogue my youthful memories became his.<br> I was unhappy when we were evicted from The Patch and had to pack up to begin a new life in southern New Jersey. My mother gave birth to a fourth child whom we all pitched in to raise, a sickly though sunny little girl named Kimberly. I felt isolated and disconnected in the surrounding swamps, peach orchards, and pig farms. I immersed myself in books and in the design of an encyclopedia that only got as far as the entry for Sim&oacute;n Bol&iacute;var. My father introduced me to science fiction and for a time I joined him in investigating UFO activity in the skies over the local square-dance hall, as he continually questioned the source of our existence. <p> <i>(Continues...)</i> <p> <blockquote><hr noshade size='1'></hr><font size='-2'> Excerpted from <b>Just Kids</b> by <b>Patti Smith</b> Copyright &copy; 2011 by Patti Smith. Excerpted by permission of Ecco. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.<br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. </font><hr noshade size='1'></hr></blockquote>\"},{\"id\":\"113590826T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<P><html><body> <H4> Just Kids </H4><br><hr noshade size=\\\"1\\\"><b> By Patti Smith </b></hr><br><H4><b> Ecco </b></H4><br><font size=-1><b> Copyright &copy; 2011 </b></font> <font size=-1><b> Patti Smith All right reserved.</b></font><p><font size=-1><b> ISBN&#58; 978-0-06-093622-8 </b></font><p><hr noshade size='1'></hr> <br><H4> Chapter One </H4> <p> When I was very young, my mother took me for walks in Humboldt Park, along the edge of the Prairie River. I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates, of an old boathouse, a circular band shell, an arched stone bridge. The narrows of the river emptied into a wide lagoon and I saw upon its surface a singular miracle. A long curving neck rose from a dress of white plumage. <br> Swan, my mother said, sensing my excitement. It pattered the bright water, flapping its great wings, and lifted into the sky.<br> The word alone hardly attested to its magnificence nor conveyed the emotion it produced. The sight of it generated an urge I had no words for, a desire to speak of the swan, to say something of its whiteness, the explosive nature of its movement, and the slow beating of its wings.<br> The swan became one with the sky. I struggled to find words to describe my own sense of it. Swan, I repeated, not entirely satisfied, <br> and I felt a twinge, a curious yearning, imperceptible to passersby, my mother, the trees, or the clouds.<br> I was born on a Monday, in the North Side of Chicago during the Great Blizzard of 1946. I came along a day too soon, as babies born on New Year's Eve left the hospital with a new refrigerator. Despite my mother's effort to hold me in, she went into heavy labor as the taxi crawled along Lake Michigan through a vortex of snow and wind. By my father's account, I arrived a long skinny thing with bronchial pneumonia, and he kept me alive by holding me over a steaming washtub.<br> My sister Linda followed during yet another blizzard in 1948. <br> By necessity I was obliged to measure up quickly. My mother took in ironing as I sat on the stoop of our rooming house waiting for the iceman and the last of the horse-drawn wagons. He gave me slivers of ice wrapped in brown paper. I would slip one in my pocket for my baby sister, but when I later reached for it, I discov-<br> ered it was gone.<br> When my mother became pregnant with my brother, Todd, <br> we left our cramped quarters in Logan Square and migrated to Germantown, Pennsylvania. For the next few years we lived in temporary housing set up for ser-vicemen and their children&#151;<br> whitewashed barracks overlooking an abandoned field alive with wildflowers. We called the field The Patch, and in summertime the grown-ups would sit and talk, smoke cigarettes, and pass around jars of dandelion wine while we children played. My mother taught us the games of her childhood&#58; Statues, Red Rover, and Simon Says. <br> We made daisy chains to adorn our necks and crown our heads. In the evenings we collected fireflies in mason jars, extracting their lights and making rings for our fingers.<br> My mother taught me to pray; she taught me the prayer her mother taught her. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. At nightfall, I knelt before my little bed as she stood, with her ever-present cigarette, listening as I recited after her. I wished noth-<br> ing more than to say my prayers, yet these words troubled me and I plagued her with questions. What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.<br> Perhaps to satisfy my curiosity, my mother enrolled me in Sunday school. We were taught by rote, Bible verses and the words of Jesus. <br> Afterward we stood in line and were rewarded with a spoonful of comb honey. There was only one spoon in the jar to serve many coughing children. I instinctively shied from the spoon but I swiftly accepted the notion of God. It pleased me to imagine a presence above us, in continual motion, like liquid stars.<br> Not contented with my child's prayer, I soon petitioned my mother to let me make my own. I was relieved when I no longer had to repeat the words If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take and could say instead what was in my heart. Thus freed, I would lie in my bed by the coal stove vigorously mouthing long let-<br> ters to God. I was not much of a sleeper and I must have vexed him with my endless vows, visions, and schemes. But as time passed I came to experience a different kind of prayer, a silent one, requiring more listening than speaking.<br> My small torrent of words dissipated into an elaborate sense of expanding and receding. It was my entrance into the radiance of imagination. This process was especially magnified within the fevers of influenza, measles, chicken pox, and mumps. I had them all and with each I was privileged with a new level of awareness. Lying deep within myself, the symmetry of a snowflake spinning above me, inten-<br> sifying through my lids, I seized a most worthy souvenir, a shard of heaven's kaleidoscope.<p> My love of prayer was gradually rivaled by my love for the book. I would sit at my mother's feet watching her drink coffee and smoke cigarettes with a book on her lap. Her absorption intrigued me. Though not yet in nursery school, I liked to look at her books, <br> feel their paper, and lift the tissues from the frontispieces. I wanted to know what was in them, what captured her attention so deeply. When my mother discovered that I had hidden her crimson copy of Foxe 's Book of Martyrs beneath my pillow, with hopes of absorbing its mean-<br> ing, she sat me down and began the laborious process of teaching me to read. With great effort we moved through Mother Goose to Dr. <br> Seuss. When I advanced past the need for instruction, I was permit-<br> ted to join her on our overstuffed sofa, she reading The Shoes of the Fisherman and I The Red Shoes.<br> I was completely smitten by the book. I longed to read them all, <br> and the things I read of produced new yearnings. Perhaps I might go off to Africa and offer my ser-vices to Albert Schweitzer or, decked in my coonskin cap and powder horn, I might defend the -people like Davy Crockett. I could scale the Himalayas and live in a cave spinning a prayer wheel, keeping the earth turning. But the urge to express myself was my strongest desire, and my siblings were my first eager coconspirators in the harvesting of my imagination. They listened attentively to my stories willingly performed in my plays, and fought valiantly in my wars. <br> With them in my corner, anything seemed possible.<br> In the months of spring, I was often ill and so condemned to my bed, obliged to hear my comrades at play through the open window. <br> In the months of summer, the younger ones reported bedside how much of our wild field had been secured in the face of the enemy. We lost many a battle in my absence and my weary troops would gather around my bed and I would offer a benediction from the child sol-<br> dier's bible, A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson.<br> In the winter, we built snow forts and I led our campaign, serving as general, making maps and drawing out strategies as we attacked and retreated. We fought the wars of our Irish grandfathers, the orange and the green. We wore the orange yet knew nothing of its meaning. They were simply our colors. When attention flagged, I would draw a truce and visit my friend Stephanie. She was convalescing from an illness I didn't really understand, a form of leukemia. She was older than I, per-<br> haps twelve to my eight. I didn't have much to say to her and was perhaps little comfort, yet she seemed to delight in my presence. I believe that what really drew me to her was not my good heart, but a fascination with her belongings. Her older sister would hang up my wet garments and bring us cocoa and graham crackers on a tray. Stephanie would lie back on a mound of pillows and I would tell tall tales and read her comics.<br> I marveled at her comic-book collection, stacks of them earned from a childhood spent in bed, every issue of Superman, Little Lulu, Classic Comics, and House of Mystery. In her old cigar box were all the talis-<br> manic charms of 1953&#58; a roulette wheel, a typewriter, an ice skater, the red Mobil winged horse, the Eiffel Tower, a ballet slipper, and charms in the shape of all forty-eight states. I could play with them endlessly and sometimes, if she had doubles, she would give one to me.<br> I had a secret compartment near my bed, beneath the floorboards. <br> There I kept my stash&#151;winnings from marbles, trading cards, reli-<br> gious artifacts I rescued from Catholic trash bins&#58; old holy cards, worn scapulars, plaster saints with chipped hands and feet. I put my loot from Stephanie there. Something told me I shouldn't take presents from a sick girl, but I did and hid them away, somewhat ashamed.<br> I had promised to visit her on Valentine 's Day, but I didn't. My duties as general to my troop of siblings and neighboring boys were very taxing and there was heavy snow to negotiate. It was a harsh winter that year. The following afternoon, I abandoned my post to sit with her and have cocoa. She was very quiet and begged me to stay even as she drifted off to sleep.<br> I rummaged through her jewel box. It was pink and when you opened it a ballerina turned like a sugarplum fairy. I was so taken with a particular skating pin that I slipped it in my mitten. I sat frozen next to her for a long time, leaving silently as she slept. I buried the pin amongst my stash. I slept fitfully through the night, feeling great remorse for what I had done. In the morning I was too ill to go to school and stayed in bed, ridden with guilt. I vowed to return the pin and ask her to forgive me.<br> The following day was my sister Linda's birthday, but there was to be no party for her. Stephanie had taken a turn for the worse and my father and mother went to a hospital to give blood. When they returned my father was crying and my mother knelt down beside me to tell me Stephanie had died. Her grief was quickly replaced with concern as she felt my forehead. I was burning with fever.<br> Our apartment was quarantined. I had scarlet fever. In the fif-<br> ties it was much feared since it often developed into a fatal form of rheumatic fever. The door to our apartment was painted yel-<br> low. Confined to bed, I could not attend Stephanie 's funeral. Her mother brought me her stacks of comic books and her cigar box of charms. Now I had everything, all her treasures, but I was far too ill to even look at them. It was then that I experienced the weight of sin, even a sin as small as a stolen skater pin. I reflected on the fact that no matter how good I aspired to be, I was never going to achieve perfection. I also would never receive Stephanie 's for-<br> giveness. But as I lay there night after night, it occurred to me that it might be possible to speak with her by praying to her, or at least ask God to intercede on my behalf.<br> Robert was very taken with this story, and sometimes on a cold, lan-<br> guorous Sunday he would beg me to recount it. \\\"Tell me the Stephanie story,\\\" he would say. I would spare no details on our long mornings beneath the covers, reciting tales of my childhood, its sorrow and magic, <br> as we tried to pretend we weren't hungry. And always, when I got to the part where I opened the jewelry box, he would cry, \\\"Patti, no . . .\\\"<br> We used to laugh at our small selves, saying that I was a bad girl trying to be good and that he was a good boy trying to be bad. <br> Through the years these roles would reverse, then reverse again, until we came to accept our dual natures. We contained opposing princi-<br> ples, light and dark.<br> I was a dreamy somnambulant child. I vexed my teachers with my precocious reading ability paired with an inability to apply it to anything they deemed practical. One by one they noted in my reports that I daydreamed far too much, was always somewhere else. Where that somewhere was I cannot say, but it often landed me in the corner sitting on a high stool in full view of all in a conical paper hat.<br> I would later make large detailed drawings of these humorously humiliating moments for Robert. He delighted in them, seeming to appreciate all the qualities that repelled or alienated me from others. <br> Through this visual dialogue my youthful memories became his.<br> I was unhappy when we were evicted from The Patch and had to pack up to begin a new life in southern New Jersey. My mother gave birth to a fourth child whom we all pitched in to raise, a sickly though sunny little girl named Kimberly. I felt isolated and disconnected in the surrounding swamps, peach orchards, and pig farms. I immersed myself in books and in the design of an encyclopedia that only got as far as the entry for Sim&oacute;n Bol&iacute;var. My father introduced me to science fiction and for a time I joined him in investigating UFO activity in the skies over the local square-dance hall, as he continually questioned the source of our existence. <p> <i>(Continues...)</i> <p> <blockquote><hr noshade size='1'></hr><font size='-2'> Excerpted from <b>Just Kids</b> by <b>Patti Smith</b> Copyright &copy; 2011 by Patti Smith. Excerpted by permission of Ecco. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.<br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. </font><hr noshade size='1'></hr></blockquote></body></html>\"},{\"id\":\"29836263T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<P><html><body> <H4> Just Kids </H4><br><hr noshade size=\\\"1\\\"><b> By Patti Smith </b></hr><br><H4><b> Ecco </b></H4><br><font size=-1><b> Copyright &copy; 2011 </b></font> <font size=-1><b> Patti Smith All right reserved.</b></font><p><font size=-1><b> ISBN&#58; 978-0-06-093622-8 </b></font><p><hr noshade size='1'></hr> <br><H4> Chapter One </H4> <p> When I was very young, my mother took me for walks in Humboldt Park, along the edge of the Prairie River. I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates, of an old boathouse, a circular band shell, an arched stone bridge. The narrows of the river emptied into a wide lagoon and I saw upon its surface a singular miracle. A long curving neck rose from a dress of white plumage. <br> Swan, my mother said, sensing my excitement. It pattered the bright water, flapping its great wings, and lifted into the sky.<br> The word alone hardly attested to its magnificence nor conveyed the emotion it produced. The sight of it generated an urge I had no words for, a desire to speak of the swan, to say something of its whiteness, the explosive nature of its movement, and the slow beating of its wings.<br> The swan became one with the sky. I struggled to find words to describe my own sense of it. Swan, I repeated, not entirely satisfied, <br> and I felt a twinge, a curious yearning, imperceptible to passersby, my mother, the trees, or the clouds.<br> I was born on a Monday, in the North Side of Chicago during the Great Blizzard of 1946. I came along a day too soon, as babies born on New Year&#146;s Eve left the hospital with a new refrigerator. Despite my mother&#146;s effort to hold me in, she went into heavy labor as the taxi crawled along Lake Michigan through a vortex of snow and wind. By my father&#146;s account, I arrived a long skinny thing with bronchial pneumonia, and he kept me alive by holding me over a steaming washtub.<br> My sister Linda followed during yet another blizzard in 1948. <br> By necessity I was obliged to measure up quickly. My mother took in ironing as I sat on the stoop of our rooming house waiting for the iceman and the last of the horse-drawn wagons. He gave me slivers of ice wrapped in brown paper. I would slip one in my pocket for my baby sister, but when I later reached for it, I discov-<br> ered it was gone.<br> When my mother became pregnant with my brother, Todd, <br> we left our cramped quarters in Logan Square and migrated to Germantown, Pennsylvania. For the next few years we lived in temporary housing set up for ser-vicemen and their children&#151;<br> whitewashed barracks overlooking an abandoned field alive with wildflowers. We called the field The Patch, and in summertime the grown-ups would sit and talk, smoke cigarettes, and pass around jars of dandelion wine while we children played. My mother taught us the games of her childhood&#58; Statues, Red Rover, and Simon Says. <br> We made daisy chains to adorn our necks and crown our heads. In the evenings we collected fireflies in mason jars, extracting their lights and making rings for our fingers.<br> My mother taught me to pray; she taught me the prayer her mother taught her. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. At nightfall, I knelt before my little bed as she stood, with her ever-present cigarette, listening as I recited after her. I wished noth-<br> ing more than to say my prayers, yet these words troubled me and I plagued her with questions. What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.<br> Perhaps to satisfy my curiosity, my mother enrolled me in Sunday school. We were taught by rote, Bible verses and the words of Jesus. <br> Afterward we stood in line and were rewarded with a spoonful of comb honey. There was only one spoon in the jar to serve many coughing children. I instinctively shied from the spoon but I swiftly accepted the notion of God. It pleased me to imagine a presence above us, in continual motion, like liquid stars.<br> Not contented with my child&#146;s prayer, I soon petitioned my mother to let me make my own. I was relieved when I no longer had to repeat the words If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take and could say instead what was in my heart. Thus freed, I would lie in my bed by the coal stove vigorously mouthing long let-<br> ters to God. I was not much of a sleeper and I must have vexed him with my endless vows, visions, and schemes. But as time passed I came to experience a different kind of prayer, a silent one, requiring more listening than speaking.<br> My small torrent of words dissipated into an elaborate sense of expanding and receding. It was my entrance into the radiance of imagination. This process was especially magnified within the fevers of influenza, measles, chicken pox, and mumps. I had them all and with each I was privileged with a new level of awareness. Lying deep within myself, the symmetry of a snowflake spinning above me, inten-<br> sifying through my lids, I seized a most worthy souvenir, a shard of heaven&#146;s kaleidoscope.<p> My love of prayer was gradually rivaled by my love for the book. I would sit at my mother&#146;s feet watching her drink coffee and smoke cigarettes with a book on her lap. Her absorption intrigued me. Though not yet in nursery school, I liked to look at her books, <br> feel their paper, and lift the tissues from the frontispieces. I wanted to know what was in them, what captured her attention so deeply. When my mother discovered that I had hidden her crimson copy of Foxe &#146;s Book of Martyrs beneath my pillow, with hopes of absorbing its mean-<br> ing, she sat me down and began the laborious process of teaching me to read. With great effort we moved through Mother Goose to Dr. <br> Seuss. When I advanced past the need for instruction, I was permit-<br> ted to join her on our overstuffed sofa, she reading The Shoes of the Fisherman and I The Red Shoes.<br> I was completely smitten by the book. I longed to read them all, <br> and the things I read of produced new yearnings. Perhaps I might go off to Africa and offer my ser-vices to Albert Schweitzer or, decked in my coonskin cap and powder horn, I might defend the -people like Davy Crockett. I could scale the Himalayas and live in a cave spinning a prayer wheel, keeping the earth turning. But the urge to express myself was my strongest desire, and my siblings were my first eager coconspirators in the harvesting of my imagination. They listened attentively to my stories willingly performed in my plays, and fought valiantly in my wars. <br> With them in my corner, anything seemed possible.<br> In the months of spring, I was often ill and so condemned to my bed, obliged to hear my comrades at play through the open window. <br> In the months of summer, the younger ones reported bedside how much of our wild field had been secured in the face of the enemy. We lost many a battle in my absence and my weary troops would gather around my bed and I would offer a benediction from the child sol-<br> dier&#146;s bible, A Child&#146;s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson.<br> In the winter, we built snow forts and I led our campaign, serving as general, making maps and drawing out strategies as we attacked and retreated. We fought the wars of our Irish grandfathers, the orange and the green. We wore the orange yet knew nothing of its meaning. They were simply our colors. When attention flagged, I would draw a truce and visit my friend Stephanie. She was convalescing from an illness I didn&#146;t really understand, a form of leukemia. She was older than I, per-<br> haps twelve to my eight. I didn&#146;t have much to say to her and was perhaps little comfort, yet she seemed to delight in my presence. I believe that what really drew me to her was not my good heart, but a fascination with her belongings. Her older sister would hang up my wet garments and bring us cocoa and graham crackers on a tray. Stephanie would lie back on a mound of pillows and I would tell tall tales and read her comics.<br> I marveled at her comic-book collection, stacks of them earned from a childhood spent in bed, every issue of Superman, Little Lulu, Classic Comics, and House of Mystery. In her old cigar box were all the talis-<br> manic charms of 1953&#58; a roulette wheel, a typewriter, an ice skater, the red Mobil winged horse, the Eiffel Tower, a ballet slipper, and charms in the shape of all forty-eight states. I could play with them endlessly and sometimes, if she had doubles, she would give one to me.<br> I had a secret compartment near my bed, beneath the floorboards. <br> There I kept my stash&#151;winnings from marbles, trading cards, reli-<br> gious artifacts I rescued from Catholic trash bins&#58; old holy cards, worn scapulars, plaster saints with chipped hands and feet. I put my loot from Stephanie there. Something told me I shouldn&#146;t take presents from a sick girl, but I did and hid them away, somewhat ashamed.<br> I had promised to visit her on Valentine &#146;s Day, but I didn&#146;t. My duties as general to my troop of siblings and neighboring boys were very taxing and there was heavy snow to negotiate. It was a harsh winter that year. The following afternoon, I abandoned my post to sit with her and have cocoa. She was very quiet and begged me to stay even as she drifted off to sleep.<br> I rummaged through her jewel box. It was pink and when you opened it a ballerina turned like a sugarplum fairy. I was so taken with a particular skating pin that I slipped it in my mitten. I sat frozen next to her for a long time, leaving silently as she slept. I buried the pin amongst my stash. I slept fitfully through the night, feeling great remorse for what I had done. In the morning I was too ill to go to school and stayed in bed, ridden with guilt. I vowed to return the pin and ask her to forgive me.<br> The following day was my sister Linda&#146;s birthday, but there was to be no party for her. Stephanie had taken a turn for the worse and my father and mother went to a hospital to give blood. When they returned my father was crying and my mother knelt down beside me to tell me Stephanie had died. Her grief was quickly replaced with concern as she felt my forehead. I was burning with fever.<br> Our apartment was quarantined. I had scarlet fever. In the fif-<br> ties it was much feared since it often developed into a fatal form of rheumatic fever. The door to our apartment was painted yel-<br> low. Confined to bed, I could not attend Stephanie &#146;s funeral. Her mother brought me her stacks of comic books and her cigar box of charms. Now I had everything, all her treasures, but I was far too ill to even look at them. It was then that I experienced the weight of sin, even a sin as small as a stolen skater pin. I reflected on the fact that no matter how good I aspired to be, I was never going to achieve perfection. I also would never receive Stephanie &#146;s for-<br> giveness. But as I lay there night after night, it occurred to me that it might be possible to speak with her by praying to her, or at least ask God to intercede on my behalf.<br> Robert was very taken with this story, and sometimes on a cold, lan-<br> guorous Sunday he would beg me to recount it. &#147;Tell me the Stephanie story,&#148; he would say. I would spare no details on our long mornings beneath the covers, reciting tales of my childhood, its sorrow and magic, <br> as we tried to pretend we weren&#146;t hungry. And always, when I got to the part where I opened the jewelry box, he would cry, &#147;Patti, no . . .&#148;<br> We used to laugh at our small selves, saying that I was a bad girl trying to be good and that he was a good boy trying to be bad. <br> Through the years these roles would reverse, then reverse again, until we came to accept our dual natures. We contained opposing princi-<br> ples, light and dark.<br> I was a dreamy somnambulant child. I vexed my teachers with my precocious reading ability paired with an inability to apply it to anything they deemed practical. One by one they noted in my reports that I daydreamed far too much, was always somewhere else. Where that somewhere was I cannot say, but it often landed me in the corner sitting on a high stool in full view of all in a conical paper hat.<br> I would later make large detailed drawings of these humorously humiliating moments for Robert. He delighted in them, seeming to appreciate all the qualities that repelled or alienated me from others. <br> Through this visual dialogue my youthful memories became his.<br> I was unhappy when we were evicted from The Patch and had to pack up to begin a new life in southern New Jersey. My mother gave birth to a fourth child whom we all pitched in to raise, a sickly though sunny little girl named Kimberly. I felt isolated and disconnected in the surrounding swamps, peach orchards, and pig farms. I immersed myself in books and in the design of an encyclopedia that only got as far as the entry for Sim&oacute;n Bol&iacute;var. My father introduced me to science fiction and for a time I joined him in investigating UFO activity in the skies over the local square-dance hall, as he continually questioned the source of our existence. <p> <i>(Continues...)</i> <p> <blockquote><hr noshade size='1'></hr><font size='-2'> Excerpted from <b>Just Kids</b> by <b>Patti Smith</b> Copyright &copy; 2011 by Patti Smith. Excerpted by permission of Ecco. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.<br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. </font><hr noshade size='1'></hr></blockquote></body></html>\"},{\"id\":\"118736649T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>“Smith lovingly depicts the denizens of the Chelsea Hotel - is that Janis Joplin at the bar? - and the rock club CBGB, all the while pondering how to be an uncompromising artist who nonetheless needs to pay the rent.” - <b><i>Boston Globe</i></b></p><p>“[Just Kids] reminds us that innocence, utopian ideals, beauty and revolt are enlightenment’s guiding stars in the human journey. Her book recalls, without blinking or faltering, a collective memory — one that guides us through the present and into the future.” - <b><i>Michael Stipe, Time magazine</i></b></p><p>“Possibly the most spellbinding account of New York in the ‘70’s ever written.\\\" - <b><i>Dua Lipa</i></b></p><p>“Sometimes there is justice in the world. That was my first thought when I heard that Patti Smith had won the National Book Award this fall for her glorious memoir, Just Kids.” - <b><i>Maureen Corrigan's favorite books of 2010, NPR's Fresh Air</i></b></p><p>“Reading rocker Smith’s account of her relationship with photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, it’s hard not to believe in fate. How else to explain the chance encounter that threw them together, allowing both to blossom? Quirky and spellbinding.” - <b><i>People, Top 10 Books of 2010</i></b></p><p>“Smith’s beautifully crafted love letter to her friend Robert Mapplethorpe functions as a memento mori of a relationship fueled by passion for art and writing. Her elegant eulogy lays bare the chaos and the creativity so embedded in that earlier time and in Mapplethorpe’s life and work.” - <b><i>Publishers Weekly, Top Ten Books of the Year</i></b></p><p>“A spellbinding portrait of bohemian New York in the late 1960s and early ‘70s.” - <b><i>New York Times Book Review, Paperback Row</i></b></p><p>“The most enchantingly evocative memoir of funky-but-chic New York in the late 1960s and early 1970s that any alumnus has yet committed to print.” - <b><i>Janet Maslin's top 10 books of 2010, New York Times</i></b></p><p>“Composed of incandescent sentences more revelatory than anything from Patti Smith’s poems or songs, her romantic memoir also reveals what blunt narrative instruments the earlier career bios of her and photographer Robert Mapplethorpe have been.” - <b><i>Village Voice, Best Books of 2010 Round-Up</i></b></p><p>“Poetically written and vividly remembered. [Smith] reminded me of the idealism of art.” - <b><i>Matthew Weiner, creator of MAD MEN, in New York magazine</i></b></p><p>“Just Kids shows how Smith integrated the romance of her twenty-year friendship with Mapplethorpe with her historical preoccupations, elevating them to an almost sacred status. The past, for Smith, has always driven her life forward. If only we could all be so free-spirited.” - <b><i>The Rumpus</i></b></p><p>“A revelation. In a spellbinding memoir as notable for its restraint as for its lucidity, its wit as well as its grace, Smith tells the story of how she and Robert Mapplethorpe found each other... beautifully crafted, vivid, and indelible.” - <b><i>Booklist</i></b></p><p>“An utterly charming, captivating, intimate portrait of a late 1960s and early 1970s period of intense artistic ferment in downtown Manhattan significantly shaped and keenly observed by rock firebrand Smith...Just Kids presents a poet-rocker recounting the salad days in a clear, commanding prose voice that’s recognizably her own, but not quite so mysterious and mystical as the one heard in the music...Just Kids is a sweet story of two luminously talented outsiders awkwardly finding their way, together.” - <b><i>Philadelphia Inquirer</i></b></p><p>“An utterly charming, captivating, intimate portrait of a late 1960s and early 1970s period of intense artistic ferment in downtown Manhattan significantly shaped and keenly observed by rock firebrand Smith.” - <b><i>Philadelphia Inquirer</i></b></p><p>“One of the best books ever written on becoming an artist...Jesus may have died for somebody’s sins, but Patti Smith lives and writes and sings for all of us.” - <b><i>Washington Post</i></b></p><p>“Remarkable, evocative... JUST KIDS is more than just a gift to [Smith’s] ex-lover; it’s a gift to everyone who has ever been touched by their art, and to everyone who’s ever been in love. Like the best of Smith’s music and Mapplethorpe’s art, this book is haunting and unforgettable.” - <b><i>NPR Boston</i></b></p><p>“One of the best things I’ve ever read in my life.” - <b><i>Don Imus</i></b></p><p>“[Smith] gives us vivid snapshots of the people who offered the young artists encouragement and support...Her tender and evenhanded evocation of two driven innocents searching for voices of their own offers a welcome counterbalance to more lurid and sensational portraits of the late Mapplethorpe found elsewhere...this gently illuminating book earns a place alongside her best poems and songs.” - <b><i>Detroit Free Press</i></b></p><p>“Smith’s writing about her early days with Mapplethorpe is fervid and incantatory but never falls into incoherence.” - <b><i>The Oregonian (Portland)</i></b></p><p>“To read JUST KIDS is to be struck by how powerfully the two, especially Smith, believed in the power of art....Despite her music’s angry clamor, despite his sometimes revolting images, Smith and Mapplethorpe retain, in her telling, a primal, childlike innocence.” - <b><i>Dallas Morning News</i></b></p><p>“[JUST KIDS] offers a revealing account of the fears and insecurities harbored by even the most incendiary artists, as well as their capacity for reverence and tenderness.” - <b><i>USA Today</i></b></p><p>“JUST KIDS concerns the early years of their passionate friendship, a time that coincided with the beginning of the end of Manhattan’s last great bohemian age, when a couple with dreams of beatnik glory could live on day-old bread and cigarettes and paint fumes, all of which Smith evokes so precisely that one can smell the Nescafé boiling on a hot plate...More than a 1970s bohemian rhapsody, JUST KIDS is one of the best books ever written on becoming an artist— not the race for online celebrity and corporate sponsorship that often passes for artistic success these days, but the far more powerful, often difficult journey toward the ecstatic experience of capturing radiance of imagination on a page or stage or photographic paper. Jesus may have died for somebody’s sins, but Patti Smith lives and writes and sings for all of us.” - <b><i>Washington Post</i></b></p><p>“Deeply affecting...a vivid portrayal of a bygone New York that could support a countercultural artistic firmament...the power of this book comes from [Smith’s] ability to recall lucid memories in straightforward prose.” - <b><i>BookForum</i></b></p><p>“Terrifically evocative and splendidly titled...the most spellbinding and diverting portrait of funky-but-chic New York in the late ’60s and early ’70s that any alumnus has committed to print....This enchanting book is a reminder that not all youthful vainglory is silly; sometimes it’s preparation.” - <b><i>New York Times Book Review</i></b></p><p>“A touching tale of love and devotion.” - <b><i>Associated Press</i></b></p><p>\\\"<em>Just Kids</em> describes [Smith and Mapplethorpe's] ascent with a forthright sweetness that will ring true to anyone who knows her work.\\\" - <b><i>Bloomberg.com</i></b></p><p>“Astonishing on many levels, most notably for Smith’s lapidary prose....[JUST KIDS] is simply one of the best memoirs to be published in recent years: inspiring, sad, wise and beautifully written.” - <b><i>San Francisco Chronicle</i></b></p><p>“A heartbreakingly sweet recollection of just that sort of vanished Bohemian life...Just as [Smith] stands out as an artiste in a movement based on collectivism, her singular voice gleams among rock memoirs as a work of literature.” - <b><i>Boston Globe</i></b></p><p>“A remarkable book --sweet and charming and many other words you wouldn’t expect to apply to a punk-rock icon.” - <b><i>Newsday</i></b></p><p>“Patti Smith’s telling of the years she spent with Robert Mapplethorpe is full of optimism sprinkled with humor...JUST KIDS...is sorely lacking in irony or cynicism; Smith’s worldview is infectious. She’s a jumble of influences, but that’s part of her charm.” - <b><i>Austin American-Statesman</i></b></p><p>“[JUST KIDS] is funny and sad but always exhilarating.” - <b><i>Tampa Tribune</i></b></p><p>” A story of art, identity, devotion, discovery, and love, the book is [Smith’s] first prose work...[it] conjures up the passionate collaboration--as lovers, friends, soul mates, and creators--that she and Mapplethorpe embarked on from the summer they met in Brooklyn in 1967.” - <b><i>Elle</i></b></p><p>“Tenderly evocative...it makes perfect sense for [Smith] to use a memoirist’s sleight of hand...to recapture an eager, fervent and wondrously malleable young spirit. It also makes sense for her to cast off all verbal affectation and write in a strong, true voice unencumbered by the polarizing mannerisms of her poetry.” - <b><i>Janet Maslin, New York Times</i></b></p><p>“A moving portrait of the artist as a young woman, and a vibrant profile of Smith’s onetime boyfriend and lifelong muse, Robert Mapplethorpe, who died of AIDS in 1989...JUST KIDS is ultimately a wonderful portal into the dawn of Smith’s art.” - <b><i>Los Angeles Times</i></b></p><p>“The most compelling memoir by a rock artist since Bob Dylan’s ‘Chronicles: Volume One,’ written with intimacy and grace, filled with revelation about a romance that might seem inscrutable to anyone but the two who were once so passionate about each other and remained so passionate about each other’s work.” - <b><i>Chicago Tribune</i></b></p><p>“The most compelling memoir by a rock artist since Bob Dylan’s ‘Chronicles: Volume One,’ written with intimacy and grace....” - <b><i>Chicago Tribune</i></b></p><p>“Smith’s intimate memoir is a tender elegy for the man with whom she had a two-decade-long relationship...Just Kids is astonishing on many levels, most notably for Smith’s lapidary prose...As a primer on self-discovery and the artist’s journey, “Just Kids” is as inspiring as Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet. It reminds us that becoming an artist is a worthwhile and brave endeavor....There’s no need to ghettoize this book by praising it as an impressive memoir by a famous musician. It is simply one of the best memoirs to be published in recent years: inspiring, sad, wise and beautifully written.” - <b><i>San Francisco Chronicle</i></b></p><p>“More than 30 years after its release, Horses still has the power to shock and inspire young musicians to express themselves with unbridled passion. Now she brings the same raw, lyrical quality to her first book of prose.” - <b><i>Clive Davis, Vanity Fair</i></b></p><p>“Patti Smith’s memoir of her youth with Robert Mapplethorpe testifies to a rare and ferocious innocence...’Just Kids’ is a book utterly lacking in irony or sophisticated cynicism.” - <b><i>Salon.com</i></b></p><p>“A shockingly beautiful book...a classic, a romance about becoming an artist in the city, written in a spare, simple style of boyhood memoirs like Frank Conroy’s ‘Stop Time.’” - <b><i>New York Magazine</i></b></p><p>“In the end, [JUST KIDS is] not just an ode to Mapplethorpe, but a love letter to New York City’s ‘70s art scene itself.” - <b><i>Time Out New York</i></b></p><p>“Funny, fascinating, oddly tender.” - <b><i>O, The Oprah Magazine</i></b></p><p>“Riveting and exquisitely crafted.” - <b><i>Kirkus Reviews (starred review)</i></b></p><p>“[A] beautifully crafted love letter to [Robert Mapplethorpe]...Smith transports readers to what seemed like halcyon days for art and artists in New York...[a] tender and tough memoir...[an] elegant eulogy.” - <b><i>Publishers Weekly (starred review)</i></b></p><p>“The reckless, splendid circus of New York’s royal bohemia in the 1960s and ‘70s—rock idols, cowboy poets, Warhol Superstars—surrounds Smith in her heady recounting of a halcyon era. But the heart of Just Kids, a captivating memoir, is the lifelong love affair (first romantic, later creative and platonic) between Smith and photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, before she became music’s punk poet laureate and he one of the art world’s most provocative and controversial figures. In her inimitable, lyrical style, Patti Smith recalls the pair’s coming together as young, monumentally broke dreamers: ‘’just kids.’’ What follows is both a poignant requiem (Mapplethorpe died of AIDS at age 43) and a radiant celebration of life. Grade: A.” - <b><i>Entertainment Weekly</i></b></p><p>“Captivating....a poignant requiem...and a radiant celebration of life. 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I'd wake up from a dream about accidentally shitting my pants or walking into a public bathroom to find some extraordinarily long, winding shit, and when it was time to drive to school I'd sit quietly in the passenger seat, hardly able to contain myself until we were a block away from the<br/>7-Eleven on Willamette Street.<br/> <br/>\\\"Mom, pull over,\\\" I'd say. \\\"I'll tell you why later.\\\"<br/> <br/>Shortly after we returned to the States, I started having recurring dreams about my mother. I'd suffered one such episode before, when I was a paranoid kid, morbidly obsessed with my par­ents' deaths. My father is driving us across Ferry Street Bridge and to skirt traffic up ahead, he maneuvers the car onto the shoulder, weaving through a gap under construction and aiming to vault off the bridge onto a platform below. Eyes focused on the mark, he leans in close to the steering wheel and accelerates, but we miss the landing by several feet. The car plunges into the rushing current of the Willamette River and I wake up breathing heavily.<br/> <br/>Later, when we were teenagers, Nicole told me a story she'd heard from her mother about a woman who suffered from recur­ring nightmares that all revolved around the same car accident. The dreams were so vivid and traumatic that she sought a therapist to help her overcome them. \\\"What if, after the accident, you try to get somewhere,\\\" the therapist suggested. \\\"Maybe if you try to get yourself to a hospital or some kind of safe place, the dream will reach a natural conclusion.\\\" So each night the woman began to will herself out of the car and crawl further and further along the side of the highway. But the dream kept coming back. One day the woman really did get into a car accident and was supposedly found dragging herself across the asphalt in an attempt to reach some nebulous location, unable to distinguish reality from her lucid dreaming.<br/> <br/>The dreams about my mother had small variations, but ulti­mately they were always the same. My mother would appear, still alive but incapacitated, left behind someplace we had forgotten her.<br/> <br/>In one I'm alone, sitting on a well-manicured lawn on a warm, sunny day. In the distance I can see a dark and ominous glass house. It looks modern, the exterior made up entirely of black glass windows connected by silver steel frames. The building is wide, mansion-like, and sectioned off in squares, like several monochro­matic Rubik's Cubes stacked next to and on top of one another. I leave my patch of grass, making my way toward the curious house. I open its heavy door. Inside, it is dark and sparse. I wander around, eventually making my way toward the basement. I run my hand along the side of the wall as I descend the staircase. It is clean and quiet. I find my mother lying in the center of the room. Her eyes are closed and she is resting on some kind of platform that's not quite a table but not a bed either, a kind of low pedestal, like the one where Snow White sleeps off the poisoned apple. When I reach her, my mother opens her eyes and smiles, as if she's been waiting for me to find her. She is frail and bald, still sick but alive. At first I feel guilty-that we gave up on her too soon, that she'd been here the whole time. How had we managed to get so con­fused? Then I'm flooded with relief.<br/> <br/>\\\"We thought you were dead!\\\" I say.<br/> <br/>\\\"I've just been here all along,\\\" she says back to me.<br/> <br/>I lay my head on her chest and she rests her hand on my head. I can smell her and feel her and everything seems so real. Even<br/>though I know she is sick and we will have to lose her again, I'm just so happy to discover that she is alive. I tell her to wait for me. I need to run and get Dad! Then, just as I begin to ascend the stairs to find him, I wake up.<br/> <br/>In another dream, she arrives at a rooftop dinner party and reveals she's been living in the house next door all along. In another, I am walking around my parents' property. I amble down a hill, skidding on the thick clay toward the man-made pond. In the field below, I discover my mother lying alone in a nightgown surrounded by lush grass and wildflowers. Relief again. How silly we were to think you were gone! How on earth did we manage to make such a monu­mental error? When you're here you're here you're here!<br/> <br/>Always she is bald and chapped and weak and I must carry her to bring her back into the house and show her to my father, but as soon as I bend down to scoop her into my arms, I wake up devas­tated. I shut my eyes immediately and try to crawl my way back to her. Drift back to sleep and return to the dream, savor just a bit more time in her presence. But I'm stuck wide awake or I fall into another dream entirely.<br/> <br/>Was this my mother's way of visiting me? Was she trying to tell me something? I felt foolish indulging in mysticism and so I kept the dreams hidden, privately analyzing their possible meanings. If dreams were hidden wishes, why couldn't I dream of my mother the way I wanted? Why was it that whenever she appeared she was still sick, as if I could not remember her the way she'd been before? I wondered if my memory was stunted, if my dreams were consigned to the epoch of trauma, the image of my mother stuck where we had left off. Had I forgotten her when she was beautiful?<br/> <br/>After the honeymoon, Peter and I posted up at his parents' place in Bucks County. During the day we updated our résumés, applied for jobs, and looked at apartments online. I attacked these tasks with abandon. I'd essentially spent the last year as an unpaid nurse and cleaner, and the five years before that failing to make it as a musician. I needed to commit myself to some kind of career as soon as possible.<br/> <br/>I applied indiscriminately to what seemed like every available office job in New York City and messaged everyone I knew in search of potential leads. By the end of the first week I was hired as a sales assistant for an advertising company in Williamsburg. They had long-term leases on nearly a hundred walls around Brook­lyn and Manhattan, and an in-house art department that hand-painted mural advertisements like they did in the fifties. My job was to assist the two main account reps, helping them sell walls to prospective clients. If we were going after a yoga clothing company, I created maps that pinpointed every Vinyasa studio and organic health food store within a five-block radius. If we were pitching to a skate shoe company, I charted skate parks and concert venues to determine which of our walls in Brooklyn men between eighteen and thirty were most likely to pass by. My salary was forty-five grand a year with benefits. I felt like a millionaire.<br/> <br/>We rented a railroad apartment in Greenpoint from an old Pol­ish woman who'd acquired half her husband's real estate in their divorce. The kitchen was small, with little counter space, and the floor was peel-and-stick checkerboard vinyl. There was no sink in the bathroom, just a large farmhouse-style sink in the kitchen that pulled double duty.<br/> <br/>For the most part, I felt very well adjusted. Everything was so unfamiliar-a new big city to live in, a real grown-up job. I tried my best not to dwell on what could not be changed and to throw myself into productivity, but every so often I was plagued by flashbacks. Painful loops would flare up, bringing every memory I had hoped to repress inescapably to the forefront of my mind.<br/>Images of my mother's white, milky tongue, the purple bedsores, her heavy head slipping from my hands, her eyes falling open. An internal scream, ricocheting off the walls of my chest cavity, rip­ping through my body without release.<br/> <br/>I tried therapy. Once a week after work I took the L train to Union Square and attempted to explain what I was feeling, though generally I was unable to take my mind off the ticking clock until half an hour in, when time was already up. Then I'd take the train back to Bedford Avenue and walk the half hour back to our apart­ment. It was hardly therapeutic and seemed just to exhaust me even more. Nothing my therapist said was anything I hadn't psy­choanalyzed in myself a million times already anyway. I was paying a hundred-dollar copay per session, and I began to think it would be much more fulfilling to just take myself out for a fifty-dollar lunch twice a week. I canceled the rest of my sessions and commit­ted myself to exploring alternative forms of self-care.<br/> <br/>I decided to turn to a familiar friend-Maangchi, the YouTube vlogger who had taught me how to cook doenjang jjigae and jatjuk in my time of need. Each day after work, I prepared a new recipe from her catalog. Sometimes, I followed her step by step, carefully measuring, pausing, and rewinding to get it exactly right. Other times, I picked a dish, refamiliarized myself with the ingredients, and let the video play in the background as my hands and taste buds took over from memory.<br/> <br/>Every dish I cooked exhumed a memory. Every scent and taste brought me back for a moment to an unravaged home. Knife-cut noodles in chicken broth took me back to lunch at Myeongdong Gyoja after an afternoon of shopping, the line so long it filled a flight of stairs, extended out the door, and wrapped around the building. The kalguksu so dense from the rich beef stock and starchy noodles it was nearly gelatinous. My mother ordering more and more refills of their famously garlic- heavy kimchi. My aunt scolding her for blowing her nose in public.<br/> <br/>Crispy Korean fried chicken conjured bachelor nights with Eunmi. Licking oil from our fingers as we chewed on the crispy skin, cleansing our palates with draft beer and white radish cubes as she helped me with my Korean homework. Black- bean noodles summoned Halmoni slurping jjajangmyeon takeout, huddled around a low table in the living room with the rest of my Korean family.<br/> <br/>I drained an entire bottle of oil into my Dutch oven and deep- fried pork cutlets dredged in flour, egg, and panko for tonkotsu, a Japanese dish my mother used to pack in my lunch boxes. I spent hours squeezing the water from boiled bean sprouts and tofu and spooning filling into soft, thin dumpling skins, pinching the tops closed, each one slightly closer to one of Maangchi's perfectly uniform mandu.<br/> <br/>Maangchi peeled the skin off an Asian pear with the giant knife pulled toward her, just like Mom did when she cut Fuji apples for me after school on a little red cutting board, before eating the left-over fruit from the core. Just like Mom, chopsticks in one hand, scissors in the other, cutting galbi and cold naengmyeon noodles with a specifically Korean ambidextrous precision. Skillfully stretching out the meat with her right hand and cutting it into bite-sized pieces with her left, using kitchen scissors like a warrior brandishes a weapon.\"},{\"id\":\"75820680T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"18<br>&#160;<br>Maangchi and Me<br>&#160;<br>Whenever Mom had a dream about shit, she would buy a scratch card.<br>&#160;<br>In the morning, on the drive to school, she&rsquo;d pull wordlessly into the 7-Eleven parking lot and tell me to wait while she kept the car running.<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;What are you doing?&rdquo;<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t worry about it,&rdquo; she said, grabbing her purse from the back seat.<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;What are you going to buy at the 7-Eleven?&rdquo;<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll tell you later.&rdquo;<br>&#160;<br>Then she&rsquo;d come back with a handful of scratch cards. We&rsquo;d drive the last few blocks to school, and she&rsquo;d scrub off the gummy film with a coin on the dashboard.<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;You had a poop dream, didn&rsquo;t you?&rdquo;<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;Umma won ten dollars!&rdquo; she&rsquo;d say. &ldquo;I couldn&rsquo;t tell you because then it doesn&rsquo;t work!&rdquo;<br>&#160;<br>Dreams about pigs, the president, or shaking hands with a celebrity were all good-luck dreams&mdash;but it was shit in particular, especially if you touched it, that was license to gamble.<br>Every time I had a dream about shit, I couldn&rsquo;t wait to ask my mom to buy me a scratch card. I&rsquo;d wake up from a dream about accidentally shitting my pants or walking into a public bathroom to find some extraordinarily long, winding shit, and when it was time to drive to school I&rsquo;d sit quietly in the passenger seat, hardly able to contain myself until we were a block away from the<br>7-Eleven on Willamette Street.<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;Mom, pull over,&rdquo; I&rsquo;d say. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll tell you why later.&rdquo;<br>&#160;<br>Shortly after we returned to the States, I started having recurring dreams about my mother. I&rsquo;d suffered one such episode before, when I was a paranoid kid, morbidly obsessed with my par&shy;ents&rsquo; deaths. My father is driving us across Ferry Street Bridge and to skirt traffic up ahead, he maneuvers the car onto the shoulder, weaving through a gap under construction and aiming to vault off the bridge onto a platform below. Eyes focused on the mark, he leans in close to the steering wheel and accelerates, but we miss the landing by several feet. The car plunges into the rushing current of the Willamette River and I wake up breathing heavily.<br>&#160;<br>Later, when we were teenagers, Nicole told me a story she&rsquo;d heard from her mother about a woman who suffered from recur&shy;ring nightmares that all revolved around the same car accident. The dreams were so vivid and traumatic that she sought a therapist to help her overcome them. &ldquo;What if, after the accident, you try to get somewhere,&rdquo; the therapist suggested. &ldquo;Maybe if you try to get yourself to a hospital or some kind of safe place, the dream will reach a natural conclusion.&rdquo; So each night the woman began to will herself out of the car and crawl further and further along the side of the highway. But the dream kept coming back. One day the woman really did get into a car accident and was supposedly found dragging herself across the asphalt in an attempt to reach some nebulous location, unable to distinguish reality from her lucid dreaming.<br>&#160;<br>The dreams about my mother had small variations, but ulti&shy;mately they were always the same. My mother would appear, still alive but incapacitated, left behind someplace we had forgotten her.<br>&#160;<br>In one I&rsquo;m alone, sitting on a well-manicured lawn on a warm, sunny day. In the distance I can see a dark and ominous glass house. It looks modern, the exterior made up entirely of black glass windows connected by silver steel frames. The building is wide, mansion-like, and sectioned off in squares, like several monochro&shy;matic Rubik&rsquo;s Cubes stacked next to and on top of one another. I leave my patch of grass, making my way toward the curious house. I open its heavy door. Inside, it is dark and sparse. I wander around, eventually making my way toward the basement. I run my hand along the side of the wall as I descend the staircase. It is clean and quiet. I find my mother lying in the center of the room. Her eyes are closed and she is resting on some kind of platform that&rsquo;s not quite a table but not a bed either, a kind of low pedestal, like the one where Snow White sleeps off the poisoned apple. When I reach her, my mother opens her eyes and smiles, as if she&rsquo;s been waiting for me to find her. She is frail and bald, still sick but alive. At first I feel guilty&mdash;that we gave up on her too soon, that she&rsquo;d been here the whole time. How had we managed to get so con&shy;fused? Then I&rsquo;m flooded with relief.<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;We thought you were dead!&rdquo; I say.<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve just been here all along,&rdquo; she says back to me.<br>&#160;<br>I lay my head on her chest and she rests her hand on my head. I can smell her and feel her and everything seems so real. Even though I know she is sick and we will have to lose her again, I&rsquo;m just so happy to discover that she is alive. I tell her to wait for me. I need to run and get Dad! Then, just as I begin to ascend the stairs to find him, I wake up.<br>&#160;<br>In another dream, she arrives at a rooftop dinner party and reveals she&rsquo;s been living in the house next door all along. In another, I am walking around my parents&rsquo; property. I amble down a hill, skidding on the thick clay toward the man-made pond. In the field below, I discover my mother lying alone in a nightgown surrounded by lush grass and wildflowers. Relief again. How silly we were to think you were gone! How on earth did we manage to make such a monu&shy;mental error? When you&rsquo;re here you&rsquo;re here you&rsquo;re here!<br>&#160;<br>Always she is bald and chapped and weak and I must carry her to bring her back into the house and show her to my father, but as soon as I bend down to scoop her into my arms, I wake up devas&shy;tated. I shut my eyes immediately and try to crawl my way back to her. Drift back to sleep and return to the dream, savor just a bit more time in her presence. But I&rsquo;m stuck wide awake or I fall into another dream entirely.<br>&#160;<br>Was this my mother&rsquo;s way of visiting me? Was she trying to tell me something? I felt foolish indulging in mysticism and so I kept the dreams hidden, privately analyzing their possible meanings. If dreams were hidden wishes, why couldn&rsquo;t I dream of my mother the way I wanted? Why was it that whenever she appeared she was still sick, as if I could not remember her the way she&rsquo;d been before? I wondered if my memory was stunted, if my dreams were consigned to the epoch of trauma, the image of my mother stuck where we had left off. Had I forgotten her when she was beautiful?<br>&#160;<br>After the honeymoon, Peter and I posted up at his parents&rsquo; place in Bucks County. During the day we updated our r&eacute;sum&eacute;s, applied for jobs, and looked at apartments online. I attacked these tasks with abandon. I&rsquo;d essentially spent the last year as an unpaid nurse and cleaner, and the five years before that failing to make it as a musician. I needed to commit myself to some kind of career as soon as possible.<br>&#160;<br>I applied indiscriminately to what seemed like every available office job in New York City and messaged everyone I knew in search of potential leads. By the end of the first week I was hired as a sales assistant for an advertising company in Williamsburg. They had long-term leases on nearly a hundred walls around Brook&shy;lyn and Manhattan, and an in-house art department that hand-painted mural advertisements like they did in the fifties. My job was to assist the two main account reps, helping them sell walls to prospective clients. If we were going after a yoga clothing company, I created maps that pinpointed every Vinyasa studio and organic health food store within a five-block radius. If we were pitching to a skate shoe company, I charted skate parks and concert venues to determine which of our walls in Brooklyn men between eighteen and thirty were most likely to pass by. My salary was forty-five grand a year with benefits. I felt like a millionaire.<br>&#160;<br>We rented a railroad apartment in Greenpoint from an old Pol&shy;ish woman who&rsquo;d acquired half her husband&rsquo;s real estate in their divorce. The kitchen was small, with little counter space, and the floor was peel-and-stick checkerboard vinyl. There was no sink in the bathroom, just a large farmhouse-style sink in the kitchen that pulled double duty.<br>&#160;<br>For the most part, I felt very well adjusted. Everything was so unfamiliar&mdash;a new big city to live in, a real grown-up job. I tried my best not to dwell on what could not be changed and to throw myself into productivity, but every so often I was plagued by flashbacks. Painful loops would flare up, bringing every memory I had hoped to repress inescapably to the forefront of my mind.<br>Images of my mother&rsquo;s white, milky tongue, the purple bedsores, her heavy head slipping from my hands, her eyes falling open. An internal scream, ricocheting off the walls of my chest cavity, rip&shy;ping through my body without release.<br>&#160;<br>I tried therapy. Once a week after work I took the L train to Union Square and attempted to explain what I was feeling, though generally I was unable to take my mind off the ticking clock until half an hour in, when time was already up. Then I&rsquo;d take the train back to Bedford Avenue and walk the half hour back to our apart&shy;ment. It was hardly therapeutic and seemed just to exhaust me even more. Nothing my therapist said was anything I hadn&rsquo;t psy&shy;choanalyzed in myself a million times already anyway. I was paying a hundred-dollar copay per session, and I began to think it would be much more fulfilling to just take myself out for a fifty-dollar lunch twice a week. I canceled the rest of my sessions and commit&shy;ted myself to exploring alternative forms of self-care.<br>&#160;<br>I decided to turn to a familiar friend&mdash;Maangchi, the YouTube vlogger who had taught me how to cook doenjang jjigae and jatjuk in my time of need. Each day after work, I prepared a new recipe from her catalog. Sometimes, I followed her step by step, carefully measuring, pausing, and rewinding to get it exactly right. Other times, I picked a dish, refamiliarized myself with the ingredients, and let the video play in the background as my hands and taste buds took over from memory.<br>&#160;<br>Every dish I cooked exhumed a memory. Every scent and taste brought me back for a moment to an unravaged home. Knife-cut noodles in chicken broth took me back to lunch at Myeongdong Gyoja after an afternoon of shopping, the line so long it filled a flight of stairs, extended out the door, and wrapped around the building. The kalguksu so dense from the rich beef stock and starchy noodles it was nearly gelatinous. My mother ordering more and more refills of their famously garlic- heavy kimchi. My aunt scolding her for blowing her nose in public.<br>&#160;<br>Crispy Korean fried chicken conjured bachelor nights with Eunmi. Licking oil from our fingers as we chewed on the crispy skin, cleansing our palates with draft beer and white radish cubes as she helped me with my Korean homework. Black- bean noodles summoned Halmoni slurping jjajangmyeon takeout, huddled around a low table in the living room with the rest of my Korean family.<br>&#160;<br>I drained an entire bottle of oil into my Dutch oven and deep- fried pork cutlets dredged in flour, egg, and panko for tonkotsu, a Japanese dish my mother used to pack in my lunch boxes. I spent hours squeezing the water from boiled bean sprouts and tofu and spooning filling into soft, thin dumpling skins, pinching the tops closed, each one slightly closer to one of Maangchi&rsquo;s perfectly uniform mandu.<br>&#160;<br>Maangchi peeled the skin off an Asian pear with the giant knife pulled toward her, just like Mom did when she cut Fuji apples for me after school on a little red cutting board, before eating the left-over fruit from the core. Just like Mom, chopsticks in one hand, scissors in the other, cutting galbi and cold naengmyeon noodles with a specifically Korean ambidextrous precision. Skillfully stretching out the meat with her right hand and cutting it into bite-sized pieces with her left, using kitchen scissors like a warrior brandishes a weapon.\"},{\"id\":\"119507739T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"18<br/> <br/>Maangchi and Me<br/> <br/>Whenever Mom had a dream about shit, she would buy a scratch card.<br/> <br/>In the morning, on the drive to school, she'd pull wordlessly into the 7-Eleven parking lot and tell me to wait while she kept the car running.<br/> <br/>\\\"What are you doing?\\\"<br/> <br/>\\\"Don't worry about it,\\\" she said, grabbing her purse from the back seat.<br/> <br/>\\\"What are you going to buy at the 7-Eleven?\\\"<br/> <br/>\\\"I'll tell you later.\\\"<br/> <br/>Then she'd come back with a handful of scratch cards. We'd drive the last few blocks to school, and she'd scrub off the gummy film with a coin on the dashboard.<br/> <br/>\\\"You had a poop dream, didn't you?\\\"<br/> <br/>\\\"Umma won ten dollars!\\\" she'd say. \\\"I couldn't tell you because then it doesn't work!\\\"<br/> <br/>Dreams about pigs, the president, or shaking hands with a celebrity were all good-luck<br/>dreams-but it was shit in particular, especially if you touched it, that was license to gamble.<br/>Every time I had a dream about shit, I couldn't wait to ask my mom to buy me a scratch card. I'd wake up from a dream about accidentally shitting my pants or walking into a public bathroom to find some extraordinarily long, winding shit, and when it was time to drive to school I'd sit quietly in the passenger seat, hardly able to contain myself until we were a block away from the<br/>7-Eleven on Willamette Street.<br/> <br/>\\\"Mom, pull over,\\\" I'd say. \\\"I'll tell you why later.\\\"<br/> <br/>Shortly after we returned to the States, I started having recurring dreams about my mother. I'd suffered one such episode before, when I was a paranoid kid, morbidly obsessed with my par­ents' deaths. My father is driving us across Ferry Street Bridge and to skirt traffic up ahead, he maneuvers the car onto the shoulder, weaving through a gap under construction and aiming to vault off the bridge onto a platform below. Eyes focused on the mark, he leans in close to the steering wheel and accelerates, but we miss the landing by several feet. The car plunges into the rushing current of the Willamette River and I wake up breathing heavily.<br/> <br/>Later, when we were teenagers, Nicole told me a story she'd heard from her mother about a woman who suffered from recur­ring nightmares that all revolved around the same car accident. The dreams were so vivid and traumatic that she sought a therapist to help her overcome them. \\\"What if, after the accident, you try to get somewhere,\\\" the therapist suggested. \\\"Maybe if you try to get yourself to a hospital or some kind of safe place, the dream will reach a natural conclusion.\\\" So each night the woman began to will herself out of the car and crawl further and further along the side of the highway. But the dream kept coming back. One day the woman really did get into a car accident and was supposedly found dragging herself across the asphalt in an attempt to reach some nebulous location, unable to distinguish reality from her lucid dreaming.<br/> <br/>The dreams about my mother had small variations, but ulti­mately they were always the same. My mother would appear, still alive but incapacitated, left behind someplace we had forgotten her.<br/> <br/>In one I'm alone, sitting on a well-manicured lawn on a warm, sunny day. In the distance I can see a dark and ominous glass house. It looks modern, the exterior made up entirely of black glass windows connected by silver steel frames. The building is wide, mansion-like, and sectioned off in squares, like several monochro­matic Rubik's Cubes stacked next to and on top of one another. I leave my patch of grass, making my way toward the curious house. I open its heavy door. Inside, it is dark and sparse. I wander around, eventually making my way toward the basement. I run my hand along the side of the wall as I descend the staircase. It is clean and quiet. I find my mother lying in the center of the room. Her eyes are closed and she is resting on some kind of platform that's not quite a table but not a bed either, a kind of low pedestal, like the one where Snow White sleeps off the poisoned apple. When I reach her, my mother opens her eyes and smiles, as if she's been waiting for me to find her. She is frail and bald, still sick but alive. At first I feel guilty-that we gave up on her too soon, that she'd been here the whole time. How had we managed to get so con­fused? Then I'm flooded with relief.<br/> <br/>\\\"We thought you were dead!\\\" I say.<br/> <br/>\\\"I've just been here all along,\\\" she says back to me.<br/> <br/>I lay my head on her chest and she rests her hand on my head. I can smell her and feel her and everything seems so real. Even<br/>though I know she is sick and we will have to lose her again, I'm just so happy to discover that she is alive. I tell her to wait for me. I need to run and get Dad! Then, just as I begin to ascend the stairs to find him, I wake up.<br/> <br/>In another dream, she arrives at a rooftop dinner party and reveals she's been living in the house next door all along. In another, I am walking around my parents' property. I amble down a hill, skidding on the thick clay toward the man-made pond. In the field below, I discover my mother lying alone in a nightgown surrounded by lush grass and wildflowers. Relief again. How silly we were to think you were gone! How on earth did we manage to make such a monu­mental error? When you're here you're here you're here!<br/> <br/>Always she is bald and chapped and weak and I must carry her to bring her back into the house and show her to my father, but as soon as I bend down to scoop her into my arms, I wake up devas­tated. I shut my eyes immediately and try to crawl my way back to her. Drift back to sleep and return to the dream, savor just a bit more time in her presence. But I'm stuck wide awake or I fall into another dream entirely.<br/> <br/>Was this my mother's way of visiting me? Was she trying to tell me something? I felt foolish indulging in mysticism and so I kept the dreams hidden, privately analyzing their possible meanings. If dreams were hidden wishes, why couldn't I dream of my mother the way I wanted? Why was it that whenever she appeared she was still sick, as if I could not remember her the way she'd been before? I wondered if my memory was stunted, if my dreams were consigned to the epoch of trauma, the image of my mother stuck where we had left off. Had I forgotten her when she was beautiful?<br/> <br/>After the honeymoon, Peter and I posted up at his parents' place in Bucks County. During the day we updated our résumés, applied for jobs, and looked at apartments online. I attacked these tasks with abandon. I'd essentially spent the last year as an unpaid nurse and cleaner, and the five years before that failing to make it as a musician. I needed to commit myself to some kind of career as soon as possible.<br/> <br/>I applied indiscriminately to what seemed like every available office job in New York City and messaged everyone I knew in search of potential leads. By the end of the first week I was hired as a sales assistant for an advertising company in Williamsburg. They had long-term leases on nearly a hundred walls around Brook­lyn and Manhattan, and an in-house art department that hand-painted mural advertisements like they did in the fifties. My job was to assist the two main account reps, helping them sell walls to prospective clients. If we were going after a yoga clothing company, I created maps that pinpointed every Vinyasa studio and organic health food store within a five-block radius. If we were pitching to a skate shoe company, I charted skate parks and concert venues to determine which of our walls in Brooklyn men between eighteen and thirty were most likely to pass by. My salary was forty-five grand a year with benefits. I felt like a millionaire.<br/> <br/>We rented a railroad apartment in Greenpoint from an old Pol­ish woman who'd acquired half her husband's real estate in their divorce. The kitchen was small, with little counter space, and the floor was peel-and-stick checkerboard vinyl. There was no sink in the bathroom, just a large farmhouse-style sink in the kitchen that pulled double duty.<br/> <br/>For the most part, I felt very well adjusted. Everything was so unfamiliar-a new big city to live in, a real grown-up job. I tried my best not to dwell on what could not be changed and to throw myself into productivity, but every so often I was plagued by flashbacks. Painful loops would flare up, bringing every memory I had hoped to repress inescapably to the forefront of my mind.<br/>Images of my mother's white, milky tongue, the purple bedsores, her heavy head slipping from my hands, her eyes falling open. An internal scream, ricocheting off the walls of my chest cavity, rip­ping through my body without release.<br/> <br/>I tried therapy. Once a week after work I took the L train to Union Square and attempted to explain what I was feeling, though generally I was unable to take my mind off the ticking clock until half an hour in, when time was already up. Then I'd take the train back to Bedford Avenue and walk the half hour back to our apart­ment. It was hardly therapeutic and seemed just to exhaust me even more. Nothing my therapist said was anything I hadn't psy­choanalyzed in myself a million times already anyway. I was paying a hundred-dollar copay per session, and I began to think it would be much more fulfilling to just take myself out for a fifty-dollar lunch twice a week. I canceled the rest of my sessions and commit­ted myself to exploring alternative forms of self-care.<br/> <br/>I decided to turn to a familiar friend-Maangchi, the YouTube vlogger who had taught me how to cook doenjang jjigae and jatjuk in my time of need. Each day after work, I prepared a new recipe from her catalog. Sometimes, I followed her step by step, carefully measuring, pausing, and rewinding to get it exactly right. Other times, I picked a dish, refamiliarized myself with the ingredients, and let the video play in the background as my hands and taste buds took over from memory.<br/> <br/>Every dish I cooked exhumed a memory. Every scent and taste brought me back for a moment to an unravaged home. Knife-cut noodles in chicken broth took me back to lunch at Myeongdong Gyoja after an afternoon of shopping, the line so long it filled a flight of stairs, extended out the door, and wrapped around the building. The kalguksu so dense from the rich beef stock and starchy noodles it was nearly gelatinous. My mother ordering more and more refills of their famously garlic- heavy kimchi. My aunt scolding her for blowing her nose in public.<br/> <br/>Crispy Korean fried chicken conjured bachelor nights with Eunmi. Licking oil from our fingers as we chewed on the crispy skin, cleansing our palates with draft beer and white radish cubes as she helped me with my Korean homework. Black- bean noodles summoned Halmoni slurping jjajangmyeon takeout, huddled around a low table in the living room with the rest of my Korean family.<br/> <br/>I drained an entire bottle of oil into my Dutch oven and deep- fried pork cutlets dredged in flour, egg, and panko for tonkotsu, a Japanese dish my mother used to pack in my lunch boxes. I spent hours squeezing the water from boiled bean sprouts and tofu and spooning filling into soft, thin dumpling skins, pinching the tops closed, each one slightly closer to one of Maangchi's perfectly uniform mandu.<br/> <br/>Maangchi peeled the skin off an Asian pear with the giant knife pulled toward her, just like Mom did when she cut Fuji apples for me after school on a little red cutting board, before eating the left-over fruit from the core. Just like Mom, chopsticks in one hand, scissors in the other, cutting galbi and cold naengmyeon noodles with a specifically Korean ambidextrous precision. 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We&rsquo;d drive the last few blocks to school, and she&rsquo;d scrub off the gummy film with a coin on the dashboard.<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;You had a poop dream, didn&rsquo;t you?&rdquo;<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;Umma won ten dollars!&rdquo; she&rsquo;d say. &ldquo;I couldn&rsquo;t tell you because then it doesn&rsquo;t work!&rdquo;<br>&#160;<br>Dreams about pigs, the president, or shaking hands with a celebrity were all good-luck dreams&mdash;but it was shit in particular, especially if you touched it, that was license to gamble.<br>Every time I had a dream about shit, I couldn&rsquo;t wait to ask my mom to buy me a scratch card. I&rsquo;d wake up from a dream about accidentally shitting my pants or walking into a public bathroom to find some extraordinarily long, winding shit, and when it was time to drive to school I&rsquo;d sit quietly in the passenger seat, hardly able to contain myself until we were a block away from the<br>7-Eleven on Willamette Street.<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;Mom, pull over,&rdquo; I&rsquo;d say. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll tell you why later.&rdquo;<br>&#160;<br>Shortly after we returned to the States, I started having recurring dreams about my mother. I&rsquo;d suffered one such episode before, when I was a paranoid kid, morbidly obsessed with my par&shy;ents&rsquo; deaths. My father is driving us across Ferry Street Bridge and to skirt traffic up ahead, he maneuvers the car onto the shoulder, weaving through a gap under construction and aiming to vault off the bridge onto a platform below. Eyes focused on the mark, he leans in close to the steering wheel and accelerates, but we miss the landing by several feet. The car plunges into the rushing current of the Willamette River and I wake up breathing heavily.<br>&#160;<br>Later, when we were teenagers, Nicole told me a story she&rsquo;d heard from her mother about a woman who suffered from recur&shy;ring nightmares that all revolved around the same car accident. The dreams were so vivid and traumatic that she sought a therapist to help her overcome them. &ldquo;What if, after the accident, you try to get somewhere,&rdquo; the therapist suggested. &ldquo;Maybe if you try to get yourself to a hospital or some kind of safe place, the dream will reach a natural conclusion.&rdquo; So each night the woman began to will herself out of the car and crawl further and further along the side of the highway. But the dream kept coming back. One day the woman really did get into a car accident and was supposedly found dragging herself across the asphalt in an attempt to reach some nebulous location, unable to distinguish reality from her lucid dreaming.<br>&#160;<br>The dreams about my mother had small variations, but ulti&shy;mately they were always the same. My mother would appear, still alive but incapacitated, left behind someplace we had forgotten her.<br>&#160;<br>In one I&rsquo;m alone, sitting on a well-manicured lawn on a warm, sunny day. In the distance I can see a dark and ominous glass house. It looks modern, the exterior made up entirely of black glass windows connected by silver steel frames. The building is wide, mansion-like, and sectioned off in squares, like several monochro&shy;matic Rubik&rsquo;s Cubes stacked next to and on top of one another. I leave my patch of grass, making my way toward the curious house. I open its heavy door. Inside, it is dark and sparse. I wander around, eventually making my way toward the basement. I run my hand along the side of the wall as I descend the staircase. It is clean and quiet. I find my mother lying in the center of the room. Her eyes are closed and she is resting on some kind of platform that&rsquo;s not quite a table but not a bed either, a kind of low pedestal, like the one where Snow White sleeps off the poisoned apple. When I reach her, my mother opens her eyes and smiles, as if she&rsquo;s been waiting for me to find her. She is frail and bald, still sick but alive. At first I feel guilty&mdash;that we gave up on her too soon, that she&rsquo;d been here the whole time. How had we managed to get so con&shy;fused? Then I&rsquo;m flooded with relief.<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;We thought you were dead!&rdquo; I say.<br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve just been here all along,&rdquo; she says back to me.<br>&#160;<br>I lay my head on her chest and she rests her hand on my head. I can smell her and feel her and everything seems so real. Even though I know she is sick and we will have to lose her again, I&rsquo;m just so happy to discover that she is alive. I tell her to wait for me. I need to run and get Dad! Then, just as I begin to ascend the stairs to find him, I wake up.<br>&#160;<br>In another dream, she arrives at a rooftop dinner party and reveals she&rsquo;s been living in the house next door all along. In another, I am walking around my parents&rsquo; property. I amble down a hill, skidding on the thick clay toward the man-made pond. In the field below, I discover my mother lying alone in a nightgown surrounded by lush grass and wildflowers. Relief again. How silly we were to think you were gone! How on earth did we manage to make such a monu&shy;mental error? When you&rsquo;re here you&rsquo;re here you&rsquo;re here!<br>&#160;<br>Always she is bald and chapped and weak and I must carry her to bring her back into the house and show her to my father, but as soon as I bend down to scoop her into my arms, I wake up devas&shy;tated. I shut my eyes immediately and try to crawl my way back to her. Drift back to sleep and return to the dream, savor just a bit more time in her presence. But I&rsquo;m stuck wide awake or I fall into another dream entirely.<br>&#160;<br>Was this my mother&rsquo;s way of visiting me? Was she trying to tell me something? I felt foolish indulging in mysticism and so I kept the dreams hidden, privately analyzing their possible meanings. If dreams were hidden wishes, why couldn&rsquo;t I dream of my mother the way I wanted? Why was it that whenever she appeared she was still sick, as if I could not remember her the way she&rsquo;d been before? I wondered if my memory was stunted, if my dreams were consigned to the epoch of trauma, the image of my mother stuck where we had left off. Had I forgotten her when she was beautiful?<br>&#160;<br>After the honeymoon, Peter and I posted up at his parents&rsquo; place in Bucks County. During the day we updated our r&eacute;sum&eacute;s, applied for jobs, and looked at apartments online. I attacked these tasks with abandon. I&rsquo;d essentially spent the last year as an unpaid nurse and cleaner, and the five years before that failing to make it as a musician. I needed to commit myself to some kind of career as soon as possible.<br>&#160;<br>I applied indiscriminately to what seemed like every available office job in New York City and messaged everyone I knew in search of potential leads. By the end of the first week I was hired as a sales assistant for an advertising company in Williamsburg. They had long-term leases on nearly a hundred walls around Brook&shy;lyn and Manhattan, and an in-house art department that hand-painted mural advertisements like they did in the fifties. My job was to assist the two main account reps, helping them sell walls to prospective clients. If we were going after a yoga clothing company, I created maps that pinpointed every Vinyasa studio and organic health food store within a five-block radius. If we were pitching to a skate shoe company, I charted skate parks and concert venues to determine which of our walls in Brooklyn men between eighteen and thirty were most likely to pass by. My salary was forty-five grand a year with benefits. I felt like a millionaire.<br>&#160;<br>We rented a railroad apartment in Greenpoint from an old Pol&shy;ish woman who&rsquo;d acquired half her husband&rsquo;s real estate in their divorce. The kitchen was small, with little counter space, and the floor was peel-and-stick checkerboard vinyl. There was no sink in the bathroom, just a large farmhouse-style sink in the kitchen that pulled double duty.<br>&#160;<br>For the most part, I felt very well adjusted. Everything was so unfamiliar&mdash;a new big city to live in, a real grown-up job. I tried my best not to dwell on what could not be changed and to throw myself into productivity, but every so often I was plagued by flashbacks. Painful loops would flare up, bringing every memory I had hoped to repress inescapably to the forefront of my mind.<br>Images of my mother&rsquo;s white, milky tongue, the purple bedsores, her heavy head slipping from my hands, her eyes falling open. An internal scream, ricocheting off the walls of my chest cavity, rip&shy;ping through my body without release.<br>&#160;<br>I tried therapy. Once a week after work I took the L train to Union Square and attempted to explain what I was feeling, though generally I was unable to take my mind off the ticking clock until half an hour in, when time was already up. Then I&rsquo;d take the train back to Bedford Avenue and walk the half hour back to our apart&shy;ment. It was hardly therapeutic and seemed just to exhaust me even more. Nothing my therapist said was anything I hadn&rsquo;t psy&shy;choanalyzed in myself a million times already anyway. I was paying a hundred-dollar copay per session, and I began to think it would be much more fulfilling to just take myself out for a fifty-dollar lunch twice a week. I canceled the rest of my sessions and commit&shy;ted myself to exploring alternative forms of self-care.<br>&#160;<br>I decided to turn to a familiar friend&mdash;Maangchi, the YouTube vlogger who had taught me how to cook doenjang jjigae and jatjuk in my time of need. Each day after work, I prepared a new recipe from her catalog. Sometimes, I followed her step by step, carefully measuring, pausing, and rewinding to get it exactly right. Other times, I picked a dish, refamiliarized myself with the ingredients, and let the video play in the background as my hands and taste buds took over from memory.<br>&#160;<br>Every dish I cooked exhumed a memory. Every scent and taste brought me back for a moment to an unravaged home. Knife-cut noodles in chicken broth took me back to lunch at Myeongdong Gyoja after an afternoon of shopping, the line so long it filled a flight of stairs, extended out the door, and wrapped around the building. The kalguksu so dense from the rich beef stock and starchy noodles it was nearly gelatinous. My mother ordering more and more refills of their famously garlic- heavy kimchi. My aunt scolding her for blowing her nose in public.<br>&#160;<br>Crispy Korean fried chicken conjured bachelor nights with Eunmi. Licking oil from our fingers as we chewed on the crispy skin, cleansing our palates with draft beer and white radish cubes as she helped me with my Korean homework. Black- bean noodles summoned Halmoni slurping jjajangmyeon takeout, huddled around a low table in the living room with the rest of my Korean family.<br>&#160;<br>I drained an entire bottle of oil into my Dutch oven and deep- fried pork cutlets dredged in flour, egg, and panko for tonkotsu, a Japanese dish my mother used to pack in my lunch boxes. I spent hours squeezing the water from boiled bean sprouts and tofu and spooning filling into soft, thin dumpling skins, pinching the tops closed, each one slightly closer to one of Maangchi&rsquo;s perfectly uniform mandu.<br>&#160;<br>Maangchi peeled the skin off an Asian pear with the giant knife pulled toward her, just like Mom did when she cut Fuji apples for me after school on a little red cutting board, before eating the left-over fruit from the core. Just like Mom, chopsticks in one hand, scissors in the other, cutting galbi and cold naengmyeon noodles with a specifically Korean ambidextrous precision. Skillfully stretching out the meat with her right hand and cutting it into bite-sized pieces with her left, using kitchen scissors like a warrior brandishes a weapon.\"},{\"id\":\"116312685T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b><b><b><b>A <i>NEW YORK TIMES</i> NOTABLE BOOK OF THE YEAR * </b>ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR:</b> <i>The New York Times, Time, </i>NPR<i>, Washington Post, Vogue</i>, <i><b>Entertainment Weekly, Good Morning America,</b> Philadelphia Inquirer, Goodreads, BuzzFeed</i><b>, and more <b><b>*</b> One of President Obama's Favorite Books of the Year <b>*</b> One of The Smithsonian's Ten Best Books About Food of the Year</b></b></b></b><br/><br/>\\\"Michelle Zauner has written a book you experience with all of your senses: sentences you can taste, paragraphs that sound like music. She seamlessly blends stories of food and memory, sumptuousness and grief, to weave a complex narrative of loyalty and loss.\\\" <b>-Rachel Syme, <i>New Yorker </i>Writer<br/></b><br/>\\\"I read <i>Crying in H Mart</i> with my heart in my throat. In this beautifully written memoir, Michelle Zauner has created a gripping, sensuous portrait of an indelible mother-daughter bond that hits all the notes: love, friction, loyalty, grief. All mothers and daughters will recognize themselves-and each other-in these pages.\\\" <b>-Dani Shapiro, author of <i>Inheritance<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"A warm and wholehearted work of literature, an honest and detailed account of grief over time, studded with moments of hope, humor, beauty, and clear-eyed observation. This story is a nuanced portrayal of a young person grappling with what it means to embody familial and cultural histories, to be fueled by creative pursuits, to examine complex relationships with place, and to endure the acute pain of losing a parent just on the other side of a tumultuous adolescence . . . <i>Crying in H Mart</i> is not to be missed.\\\" <b><b>-<i>The Seattle Times</i></b><i><br/> <br/> </i></b>\\\"A profound, timely exploration of terminal illness, culture and shared experience . . . Zauner has accomplished the unthinkable: a book that caters to all appetites. She brings dish after dish to life on the page in a rich broth of delectable details [and] offers remarkably prescient observations about otherness from the perspective of the Korean American experience. <i>Crying in H Mart</i> will thrill Japanese Breakfast fans and provide comfort to those in the throes of loss while brilliantly detailing the colorful panorama of Korean culture, traditions and food.\\\" <b><i><b>-<i>San Francisco Chronicle</i></b><br/><br/></i></b>\\\"<i>Crying in H Mart </i>powerfully maps a complicated mother-daughter relationship . . . Zauner writes about her mother's death [with] clear-eyed frankness . . . The book is a rare acknowledgement of the ravages of cancer in a culture obsessed with seeing it as an enemy that can be battled with hope and strength. Zauner plumbs the connections between food and identity . . . her food descriptions transport us to the table alongside her. What <i>Crying in H Mart</i> reveals is that in losing her mother and cooking to bring her back to life, Zauner became herself.\\\" <b><b>-NPR</b><i><br/> </i></b> <br/> \\\"Zauner's storytelling is impeccable. Memories are rendered with a rich immediacy, as if bathed in a golden light. Zauner is also adept at mapping the contradictions in her relationship with, and perception of, her mother. The healing, connective power of food reverberates in nearly every chapter of this coming-of-age story, [in] sensuous descriptions . . . Heartfelt, searching, wise.\\\" <b><b>-AV Club</b><i><br/><br/></i></b>\\\"Crying in H Mart is a wonder: A beautiful, deeply moving coming-of-age story about mothers and daughters, love and grief, food and identity. It blew me away, even as it broke my heart.\\\" <b><i>-</i>Adrienne Brodeur,<i> author of Wild Game: My Mother, Her Lover, and Me<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"The book's descriptions of jjigae, tteokbokki, and other Korean delicacies stand out as tokens of the deep, all-encompassing love between Zauner and her mother . . . Zauner's frankness around death feels like an unexpected yet deeply necessary gift.\\\"<b>-<i>Vogue<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"A candid, moving tribute to her mother, to her identity, and to our collective desire for connection in this often alienating world...Zauner's writing is powerful in its straight-forwardness, though some turns of phrases are as beautiful as any song lyric... but it is her ability to convey how her mother's simple offering of a rice snack was actually an act of the truest love that leaves the most indelible impression.\\\"<b>-Refinery 29</b><br/><br/>\\\"<i>Crying in H Mart</i> is palpable in its grief and its tenderness, reminding us what we all stand to lose.\\\"<b>-<i>Vulture<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"Incandescent.\\\"<b>-<i>Electric Lit</i></b><br/> <br/> \\\"Poignant . . . A tender, well-rendered, heart-wrenching account of the way food ties us to those who have passed. The author delivers mouthwatering descriptions of dishes like pajeon, jatjuk, and gimbap, and her storytelling is fluid, honest, and intimate. When a loved one dies, we search all of our senses for signs of their presence. Zauner's ability to let us in through taste makes her book stand out-she makes us feel like we are in her mother's kitchen, singing her praises.\\\"  <br/> <b><i>-Kirkus Reviews</i> (starred review)</b><br/><br/>\\\"Lyrical... Earnest... Zauner does a good job capturing the grief of losing a parent with pathos. 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And how much must we betray them to grow up?\"-Vogue","<b>#1 <i>NEW YORK TIMES</i> BESTSELLER WITH FOUR MILLION COPIES SOLD * \"A heartbreaking, heartwarming, best-in-years memoir about striding beyond the limitations of birth and environment into a better life.\"-<i>USA Today</i><br><br>One of the most acclaimed books of our time: an unforgettable memoir about a young woman who, kept out of school, leaves her survivalist family and goes on to earn a PhD from Cambridge University</b><br><br><b>\"Extraordinary . . . an act of courage and self-invention.\"-<i>The New York Times</i></b><br><br><b>* #6 <i>New York Times </i>Readers Pick for the 100 Best Books of the 21st Century</b><br><b>* One of Barack Obama's Favorite Books of the Year</b><br><b>* Finalist for the <i>Los Angeles Times </i>Book Prize, National Book Critics Circle Award, and PEN/Jean Stein Book Award</b><br><b>* Named a Best Book of the Year by <i>The Washington Post, O: The Oprah Magazine, Time,</i> NPR, <i>Good Morning America, San Francisco Chronicle, The Guardian, </i>and many more</b><br><br>Born to survivalists in the mountains of Idaho, Tara Westover was seventeen the first time she set foot in a classroom. 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The wind soars, whipping my hair across my face and pushing a chill down the open neck of my shirt. The gales are strong this close to the mountain, as if the peak itself is exhaling. Down below, the valley is peaceful, undisturbed. Meanwhile our farm dances: the heavy conifer trees sway slowly, while the sagebrush and thistles quiver, bowing before every puff and pocket of air. Behind me a gentle hill slopes upward and stitches itself to the mountain base. If I look up, I can see the dark form of the Indian Princess. <br/>  <br/> The hill is paved with wild wheat. If the conifers and sagebrush are soloists, the wheat field is a corps de ballet, each stem following all the rest in bursts of movement, a million ballerinas bending, one after the other, as great gales dent their golden heads. The shape of that dent lasts only a moment, and is as close as anyone gets to seeing wind. <br/>  <br/> Turning toward our house on the hillside, I see movements of a different kind, tall shadows stiffly pushing through the currents. My brothers are awake, testing the weather. I imagine my mother at the stove, hovering over bran pancakes. I picture my father hunched by the back door, lacing his steel-toed boots and threading his callused hands into welding gloves. On the highway below, the school bus rolls past without stopping. <br/>  <br/> I am only seven, but I understand that it is this fact, more than any other, that makes my family different: we don't go to school. <br/>  <br/> Dad worries that the Government will force us to go but it can't, because it doesn't know about us. Four of my parents' seven children don't have birth certificates. We have no medical records because we were born at home and have never seen a doctor or nurse.*  We have no school records because we've never set foot in a classroom. When I am nine, I will be issued a Delayed Certificate of Birth, but at this moment, according to the state of Idaho and the federal government, I do not exist. <br/>  <br/> Of course I <i>did </i>exist. I had grown up preparing for the Days of Abomination, watching for the sun to darken, for the moon to drip as if with blood. I spent my summers bottling peaches and my winters rotating supplies. When the World of Men failed, my family would continue on, unaffected. <br/>  <br/> I had been educated in the rhythms of the mountain, rhythms in which change was never fundamental, only cyclical. The same sun appeared each morning, swept over the valley and dropped behind the peak. The snows that fell in winter always melted in the spring. Our lives were a cycle-the cycle of the day, the cycle of the seasons-circles of perpetual change that, when complete, meant nothing had changed at all. I believed my family was a part of this immortal pattern, that we were, in some sense, eternal. But eternity belonged only to the mountain. <br/>  <br/> There's a story my father used to tell about the peak. She was a grand old thing, a cathedral of a mountain. The range had other mountains, taller, more imposing, but Buck's Peak was the most finely crafted. Its base spanned a mile, its dark form swelling out of the earth and rising into a flawless spire. From a distance, you could see the impression of a woman's body on the mountain face: her legs formed of huge ravines, her hair a spray of pines fanning over the northern ridge. Her stance was commanding, one leg thrust forward in a powerful movement, more stride than step. <br/>  <br/> My father called her the Indian Princess. She emerged each year when the snows began to melt, facing south, watching the buffalo return to the valley. Dad said the nomadic Indians had watched for her appearance as a sign of spring, a signal the mountain was thawing, winter was over, and it was time to come home. <br/>  <br/><br/>All my father's stories were about our mountain, our valley, our jagged little patch of Idaho. He never told me what to do if I left the mountain, if I crossed oceans and continents and found myself in strange terrain, where I could no longer search the horizon for the Princess. He never told me how I'd know when it was time to come home. <br/><br/>  <br/><br/>*Except for my sister Audrey, who broke both an arm and a leg when she was young. She was &#8232;taken to get a cast.\"},{\"id\":\"71665772T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<i>Prologue <br></i> <br><i><br></i> I&rsquo;m standing on the red railway car that sits abandoned next to the barn. The wind soars, whipping my hair across my face and pushing a chill down the open neck of my shirt. The gales are strong this close to the mountain, as if the peak itself is exhaling. Down below, the valley is peaceful, undisturbed. Meanwhile our farm dances&#58; the heavy conifer trees sway slowly, while the sagebrush and thistles quiver, bowing before every puff and pocket of air. Behind me a gentle hill slopes upward and stitches itself to the mountain base. If I look up, I can see the dark form of the Indian Princess. <br> &#160;<br> The hill is paved with wild wheat. If the conifers and sagebrush are soloists, the wheat field is a corps de ballet, each stem following all the rest in bursts of movement, a million ballerinas bending, one after the other, as great gales dent their golden heads. The shape of that dent lasts only a moment, and is as close as anyone gets to seeing wind. <br> &#160;<br> Turning toward our house on the hillside, I see movements of a different kind, tall shadows stiffly pushing through the currents. My brothers are awake, testing the weather. I imagine my mother at the stove, hovering over bran pancakes. I picture my father hunched by the back door, lacing his steel-toed boots and threading his callused hands into welding gloves. On the highway below, the school bus rolls past without stopping. <br> &#160;<br> I am only seven, but I understand that it is this fact, more than any other, that makes my family different&#58; we don&rsquo;t go to school. <br> &#160;<br> Dad worries that the Government will force us to go but it can&rsquo;t, because it doesn&rsquo;t know about us. Four of my parents&rsquo; seven children don&rsquo;t have birth certificates. We have no medical records because we were born at home and have never seen a doctor or nurse.* &#160;We have no school records because we&rsquo;ve never set foot in a classroom. When I am nine, I will be issued a Delayed Certificate of Birth, but at this moment, according to the state of Idaho and the federal government, I do not exist. <br> &#160;<br> Of course I <i>did </i>exist. I had grown up preparing for the Days of Abomination, watching for the sun to darken, for the moon to drip as if with blood. I spent my summers bottling peaches and my winters rotating supplies. When the World of Men failed, my family would continue on, unaffected. <br> &#160;<br> I had been educated in the rhythms of the mountain, rhythms in which change was never fundamental, only cyclical. The same sun appeared each morning, swept over the valley and dropped behind the peak. The snows that fell in winter always melted in the spring. Our lives were a cycle&mdash;the cycle of the day, the cycle of the seasons&mdash;circles of perpetual change that, when complete, meant nothing had changed at all. I believed my family was a part of this immortal pattern, that we were, in some sense, eternal. But eternity belonged only to the mountain. <br> &#160;<br> There&rsquo;s a story my father used to tell about the peak. She was a grand old thing, a cathedral of a mountain. The range had other mountains, taller, more imposing, but Buck&rsquo;s Peak was the most finely crafted. Its base spanned a mile, its dark form swelling out of the earth and rising into a flawless spire. From a distance, you could see the impression of a woman&rsquo;s body on the mountain face&#58; her legs formed of huge ravines, her hair a spray of pines fanning over the northern ridge. Her stance was commanding, one leg thrust forward in a powerful movement, more stride than step. <br> &#160;<br> My father called her the Indian Princess. She emerged each year when the snows began to melt, facing south, watching the buffalo return to the valley. Dad said the nomadic Indians had watched for her appearance as a sign of spring, a signal the mountain was thawing, winter was over, and it was time to come home. <br> &#160;<br><br>All my father&rsquo;s stories were about our mountain, our valley, our jagged little patch of Idaho. He never told me what to do if I left the mountain, if I crossed oceans and continents and found myself in strange terrain, where I could no longer search the horizon for the Princess. He never told me how I&rsquo;d know when it was time to come home. <br><br> &#160;<br><br>*Except for my sister Audrey, who broke both an arm and a leg when she was young. She was taken to get a cast.\"},{\"id\":\"76013133T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<i>Prologue <br></i> <br><i><br></i> I&rsquo;m standing on the red railway car that sits abandoned next to the barn. The wind soars, whipping my hair across my face and pushing a chill down the open neck of my shirt. The gales are strong this close to the mountain, as if the peak itself is exhaling. Down below, the valley is peaceful, undisturbed. Meanwhile our farm dances&#58; the heavy conifer trees sway slowly, while the sagebrush and thistles quiver, bowing before every puff and pocket of air. Behind me a gentle hill slopes upward and stitches itself to the mountain base. If I look up, I can see the dark form of the Indian Princess. <br> &#160;<br> The hill is paved with wild wheat. If the conifers and sagebrush are soloists, the wheat field is a corps de ballet, each stem following all the rest in bursts of movement, a million ballerinas bending, one after the other, as great gales dent their golden heads. The shape of that dent lasts only a moment, and is as close as anyone gets to seeing wind. <br> &#160;<br> Turning toward our house on the hillside, I see movements of a different kind, tall shadows stiffly pushing through the currents. My brothers are awake, testing the weather. I imagine my mother at the stove, hovering over bran pancakes. I picture my father hunched by the back door, lacing his steel-toed boots and threading his callused hands into welding gloves. On the highway below, the school bus rolls past without stopping. <br> &#160;<br> I am only seven, but I understand that it is this fact, more than any other, that makes my family different&#58; we don&rsquo;t go to school. <br> &#160;<br> Dad worries that the Government will force us to go but it can&rsquo;t, because it doesn&rsquo;t know about us. Four of my parents&rsquo; seven children don&rsquo;t have birth certificates. We have no medical records because we were born at home and have never seen a doctor or nurse.* &#160;We have no school records because we&rsquo;ve never set foot in a classroom. When I am nine, I will be issued a Delayed Certificate of Birth, but at this moment, according to the state of Idaho and the federal government, I do not exist. <br> &#160;<br> Of course I <i>did </i>exist. I had grown up preparing for the Days of Abomination, watching for the sun to darken, for the moon to drip as if with blood. I spent my summers bottling peaches and my winters rotating supplies. When the World of Men failed, my family would continue on, unaffected. <br> &#160;<br> I had been educated in the rhythms of the mountain, rhythms in which change was never fundamental, only cyclical. The same sun appeared each morning, swept over the valley and dropped behind the peak. The snows that fell in winter always melted in the spring. Our lives were a cycle&mdash;the cycle of the day, the cycle of the seasons&mdash;circles of perpetual change that, when complete, meant nothing had changed at all. I believed my family was a part of this immortal pattern, that we were, in some sense, eternal. But eternity belonged only to the mountain. <br> &#160;<br> There&rsquo;s a story my father used to tell about the peak. She was a grand old thing, a cathedral of a mountain. The range had other mountains, taller, more imposing, but Buck&rsquo;s Peak was the most finely crafted. Its base spanned a mile, its dark form swelling out of the earth and rising into a flawless spire. From a distance, you could see the impression of a woman&rsquo;s body on the mountain face&#58; her legs formed of huge ravines, her hair a spray of pines fanning over the northern ridge. Her stance was commanding, one leg thrust forward in a powerful movement, more stride than step. <br> &#160;<br> My father called her the Indian Princess. She emerged each year when the snows began to melt, facing south, watching the buffalo return to the valley. Dad said the nomadic Indians had watched for her appearance as a sign of spring, a signal the mountain was thawing, winter was over, and it was time to come home. <br> &#160;<br><br>All my father&rsquo;s stories were about our mountain, our valley, our jagged little patch of Idaho. He never told me what to do if I left the mountain, if I crossed oceans and continents and found myself in strange terrain, where I could no longer search the horizon for the Princess. He never told me how I&rsquo;d know when it was time to come home. <br><br> &#160;<br><br>*Except for my sister Audrey, who broke both an arm and a leg when she was young. She was &#8232;taken to get a cast.\"},{\"id\":\"118175826T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"Westover has somehow managed not only to capture her unsurpassably exceptional upbringing, but to make her current situation seem not so exceptional at all, and resonant for many others.\\\"<b>-<i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Westover is a keen and honest guide to the difficulties of filial love, and to the enchantment of embracing a life of the mind.\\\"<b>-<i>The New Yorker</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Heart-wrenching . . . a beautiful testament to the power of education to open eyes and change lives.\\\"<b>-Amy Chua, <i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"A coming-of-age memoir reminiscent of <i>The Glass Castle.\\\"</i><b>-<i>O: The Oprah Magazine</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Westover's one-of-a-kind memoir is about the shaping of a mind. . . . In briskly paced prose, she evokes a childhood that completely defined her. Yet it was also, she gradually sensed, deforming her.\\\"<b>-<i>The Atlantic</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Tara Westover is living proof that some people are flat-out, boots-always-laced-up indomitable. Her new book, <i>Educated,</i> is a heartbreaking, heartwarming, best-in-years memoir about striding beyond the limitations of birth and environment into a better life. . . . &#9733;&#9733;&#9733;&#9733; out of four.\\\"<b>-<i>USA Today</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"[<i>Educated</i>] left me speechless with wonder. [Westover's] lyrical prose is mesmerizing, as is her personal story, growing up in a family in which girls were supposed to aspire only to become wives-and in which coveting an education was considered sinful. Her journey will surprise and inspire men and women alike.\\\"<b>-<i>Refinery29</i><br/></b><br/>\\\"Riveting . . . Westover brings readers deep into this world, a milieu usually hidden from outsiders. . . . Her story is remarkable, as each extreme anecdote described in tidy prose attests.\\\"<b><i>-The Economist</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"A subtle, nuanced study of how dysfunction of any kind can be normalized even within the most conventional family structure, and of the damage such containment can do.\\\"<b>-<i>Financial Times</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Whether narrating scenes of fury and violence or evoking rural landscapes or tortured self-analysis, Westover writes with uncommon intelligence and grace. . . . One of the most improbable and fascinating journeys I've read in recent years.\\\"<b><i>-Newsday</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"133391836T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"Westover has somehow managed not only to capture her unsurpassably exceptional upbringing, but to make her current situation seem not so exceptional at all, and resonant for many others.\\\"<b>--<i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b> <p/>\\\"Westover is a keen and honest guide to the difficulties of filial love, and to the enchantment of embracing a life of the mind.\\\"<b>--<i>The New Yorker</i></b> <p/>\\\"Heart-wrenching . . . a beautiful testament to the power of education to open eyes and change lives.\\\"<b>--Amy Chua, <i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b> <p/>\\\"A coming-of-age memoir reminiscent of <i>The Glass Castle.\\\"</i><b>--<i>O: The Oprah Magazine</i></b> <p/>\\\"Westover's one-of-a-kind memoir is about the shaping of a mind. . . . In briskly paced prose, she evokes a childhood that completely defined her. Yet it was also, she gradually sensed, deforming her.\\\"<b>--<i>The Atlantic</i></b> <p/>\\\"Tara Westover is living proof that some people are flat-out, boots-always-laced-up indomitable. Her new book, <i>Educated, </i> is a heartbreaking, heartwarming, best-in-years memoir about striding beyond the limitations of birth and environment into a better life. . . . &#9733;&#9733;&#9733;&#9733; out of four.\\\"<b>--<i>USA Today</i></b> <p/>\\\"[<i>Educated</i>] left me speechless with wonder. [Westover's] lyrical prose is mesmerizing, as is her personal story, growing up in a family in which girls were supposed to aspire only to become wives--and in which coveting an education was considered sinful. Her journey will surprise and inspire men and women alike.\\\"<b>--<i>Refinery29</i><br/></b><br/>\\\"Riveting . . . Westover brings readers deep into this world, a milieu usually hidden from outsiders. . . . Her story is remarkable, as each extreme anecdote described in tidy prose attests.\\\"<b><i>--The Economist</i></b> <p/>\\\"A subtle, nuanced study of how dysfunction of any kind can be normalized even within the most conventional family structure, and of the damage such containment can do.\\\"<b>--<i>Financial Times</i></b> <p/>\\\"Whether narrating scenes of fury and violence or evoking rural landscapes or tortured self-analysis, Westover writes with uncommon intelligence and grace. . . . One of the most improbable and fascinating journeys I've read in recent years.\\\"<b><i>--Newsday</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"121617097T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>     At times harrowing but always hopeful, this memoir follows a young woman from an off-the-grid upbringing who embarks on a resilient journey of self-discovery.  </p>  \"},{\"id\":\"118175827T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>Tara Westover</b> is an American historian and memoirist. 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A “brilliant” (Lupita Nyong’o, Time), “poignant” (Entertainment Weekly), “soul-nourishing” (USA Today) memoir about coming of age during the twilight of apartheid “Noah’s childhood stories are told with all the hilarity and intellect that characterizes his comedy, while illuminating a dark and brutal period in South Africa’s history that must never be forgotten.”—Esquire Winner of the Thurber Prize for American Humor and an NAACP Image Award • Named one of the best books of the year by The New York Time, USA Today, San Francisco Chronicle, NPR, Esquire, Newsday, and Booklist Trevor Noah’s unlikely path from apartheid South Africa to the desk of The Daily Show began with a criminal act: his birth. Trevor was born to a white Swiss father and a black Xhosa mother at a time when such a union was punishable by five years in prison. Living proof of his parents’ indiscretion, Trevor was kept mostly indoors for the earliest years of his life, bound by the extreme and often absurd measures his mother took to hide him from a government that could, at any moment, steal him away. Finally liberated by the end of South Africa’s tyrannical white rule, Trevor and his mother set forth on a grand adventure, living openly and freely and embracing the opportunities won by a centuries-long struggle. Born a Crime is the story of a mischievous young boy who grows into a restless young man as he struggles to find himself in a world where he was never supposed to exist. It is also the story of that young man’s relationship with his fearless, rebellious, and fervently religious mother—his teammate, a woman determined to save her son from the cycle of poverty, violence, and abuse that would ultimately threaten her own life. The stories collected here are by turns hilarious, dramatic, and deeply affecting. Whether subsisting on caterpillars for dinner during hard times, being thrown from a moving car during an attempted kidnapping, or just trying to survive the life-and-death pitfalls of dating in high school, Trevor illuminates his curious world with an incisive wit and unflinching honesty. His stories weave together to form a moving and searingly funny portrait of a boy making his way through a damaged world in a dangerous time, armed only with a keen sense of humor and a mother’s unconventional, unconditional love.","<b><b>#1 <i>NEW YORK TIMES</i> BESTSELLER • More than one million copies sold! A “brilliant” (Lupita Nyong’o, <i>Time</i>), “poignant” (<i>Entertainment Weekly</i>), “soul-nourishing” (<i>USA Today</i>) memoir about coming of age during the twilight of apartheid</b><br> <br><b>“Noah’s childhood stories are told with all the hilarity and intellect that characterizes his comedy, while illuminating a dark and brutal period in South Africa’s history that must never be forgotten.”—<i>Esquire</i></b><br> <br><b>Winner of the Thurber Prize for American Humor and an NAACP Image Award • Named one of the best books of the year by <i>The New York Time, USA Today, San Francisco Chronicle,</i> NPR, <i>Esquire, Newsday,</i> and <i>Booklist</i></b></b><br><br> Trevor Noah’s unlikely path from apartheid South Africa to the desk of <i>The Daily Show </i>began with a criminal act: his birth. Trevor was born to a white Swiss father and a black Xhosa mother at a time when such a union was punishable by five years in prison. Living proof of his parents’ indiscretion, Trevor was kept mostly indoors for the earliest years of his life, bound by the extreme and often absurd measures his mother took to hide him from a government that could, at any moment, steal him away. Finally liberated by the end of South Africa’s tyrannical white rule, Trevor and his mother set forth on a grand adventure, living openly and freely and embracing the opportunities won by a centuries-long struggle.<br><br> <i>Born a Crime</i> is the story of a mischievous young boy who grows into a restless young man as he struggles to find himself in a world where he was never supposed to exist. It is also the story of that young man’s relationship with his fearless, rebellious, and fervently religious mother—his teammate, a woman determined to save her son from the cycle of poverty, violence, and abuse that would ultimately threaten her own life.<br><br> The stories collected here are by turns hilarious, dramatic, and deeply affecting. Whether subsisting on caterpillars for dinner during hard times, being thrown from a moving car during an attempted kidnapping, or just trying to survive the life-and-death pitfalls of dating in high school, Trevor illuminates his curious world with an incisive wit and unflinching honesty. His stories weave together to form a moving and searingly funny portrait of a boy making his way through a damaged world in a dangerous time, armed only with a keen sense of humor and a mother’s unconventional, unconditional love.",{"_675":6209,"_36":6210,"_944":6211,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":6214},{"_5667":6212,"_5669":6213},{"_5643":6200},{"_5614":6185},{"_5614":721},{"_5614":5577},[6165,6166,-5,6167,6168,-5,6169,6170,6171,6172,6173,-5,6174,6175,-5,6176,6177,6178],{"_675":6198,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":6199},{"_675":6196,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5775,"_5614":6197},{"_675":6195,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":5577},{"_675":6194,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":5577},{"_675":6193,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":5636},{"_675":6191,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":6192},{"_675":6189,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":6190},{"_675":6187,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":6188},{"_675":6186,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":6184,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":6185},{"_675":6183,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":721},{"_675":6182,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":6181,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":5822},{"_675":6179,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":6180},"gid://shopify/Metafield/59613855678705","97","gid://shopify/Metafield/59613855711473","gid://shopify/Metafield/40123476246769","gid://shopify/Metafield/40123470708977","gid://shopify/Metafield/40123478409457","[\"Antiracism Books (p9051)\",\"Black Voices (p9114)\",\"Celebrate Black History Month (p1458)\",\"The Books You've Always Meant to Read (p10565)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/40123475853553","gid://shopify/Metafield/40123473461489","1123595364","gid://shopify/Metafield/40123477328113","Born-a-Crime/Trevor-Noah","gid://shopify/Metafield/40123478212849","[{\"id\":\"54387549T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>1<br><br>Run<br><br>Sometimes in big Hollywood movies they&rsquo;ll have these crazy chase scenes where somebody jumps or gets thrown from a moving car. The person hits the ground and rolls for a bit. Then they come to a stop and pop up and dust themselves off, like it was no big deal. Whenever I see that I think, That&rsquo;s rubbish. Getting thrown out of a moving car hurts way worse than that.<br><br>I was nine years old when my mother threw me out of a moving car. It happened on a Sunday. I know it was on a Sunday because we were coming home from church, and every Sunday in my childhood meant church. We never missed church. My mother was&mdash;&shy;and still is&mdash;&shy; a deeply religious woman. Very Christian. Like indigenous peoples around the world, black South Africans adopted the religion of our colonizers. By &ldquo;adopt&rdquo; I mean it was forced on us. The white man was quite stern with the native. &ldquo;You need to pray to Jesus,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Jesus will save you.&rdquo; To which the native replied, &ldquo;Well, we do need to be saved&mdash;&shy;saved from you, but that&rsquo;s beside the point. So let&rsquo;s give this Jesus thing a shot.&rdquo;<br><br>My whole family is religious, but where my mother was Team Jesus all the way, my grandmother balanced her Christian faith with the traditional Xhosa beliefs she&rsquo;d grown up with, communicating with the spirits of our ancestors. For a long time I didn&rsquo;t understand why so many black people had abandoned their indigenous faith for Christianity. But the more we went to church and the longer I sat in those pews the more I learned about how Christianity works&#58; If you&rsquo;re Native American and you pray to the wolves, you&rsquo;re a savage. If you&rsquo;re African and you pray to your ancestors, you&rsquo;re a primitive. But when white people pray to a guy who turns water into wine, well, that&rsquo;s just common sense.<br><br>My childhood involved church, or some form of church, at least four nights a week. Tuesday night was the prayer meeting. Wednesday night was Bible study. Thursday night was Youth church. Friday and Saturday we had off. (Time to sin!) Then on Sunday we went to church. Three churches, to be precise. The reason we went to three churches was because my mom said each church gave her something different. The first church offered jubilant praise of the Lord. The second church offered deep analysis of the scripture, which my mom loved. The third church offered passion and catharsis; it was a place where you truly felt the presence of the Holy Spirit inside you. Completely by coincidence, as we moved back and forth among these churches, I noticed that each one had its own distinct racial makeup&#58; Jubilant church was mixed church. Analytical church was white church. And passionate, cathartic church, that was black church.<br><br>Mixed church was Rhema Bible Church. Rhema was one of those huge, super&shy;modern, suburban megachurches. The pastor, Ray McCauley, was an ex-bodybuilder with a big smile and the personality of a cheerleader. Pastor Ray had competed in the 1974 Mr. Universe competition. He placed third. The winner that year was Arnold Schwarzenegger. Every week, Ray would be up onstage working really hard to make Jesus cool. There was arena-&shy;style seating and a rock band jamming out with the latest Christian contemporary pop. Everyone sang along, and if you didn&rsquo;t know the words that was okay because they were all right up there on the Jumbotron for you. It was Christian karaoke, basically. I always had a blast at mixed church.<br><br>White church was Rosebank Union in Sandton, a very white and wealthy part of Johannesburg. I loved white church because I didn&rsquo;t actually have to go to the main service. My mom would go to that, and I would go to the youth side, to Sunday school. In Sunday school we got to read cool stories. Noah and the flood was obviously a favorite; I had a personal stake there. But I also loved the stories about Moses parting the Red Sea, David slaying Goliath, Jesus whipping the money changers in the temple.<br><br>I grew up in a home with very little exposure to popular culture. Boyz II Men were not allowed in my mother&rsquo;s house. Songs about some guy grinding on a girl all night long? No, no, no. That was forbidden. I&rsquo;d hear the other kids at school singing &ldquo;End of the Road,&rdquo; and I&rsquo;d have no clue what was going on. I knew of these Boyz II Men, but I didn&rsquo;t really know who they were. The only music I knew was from church&#58; soaring, uplifting songs praising Jesus. It was the same with movies. My mom didn&rsquo;t want my mind polluted by movies with sex and violence. So the Bible was my action movie. Samson was my superhero. He was my He-&shy;Man. A guy beating a thousand people to death with the jawbone of a donkey? That&rsquo;s pretty badass. Eventually you get to Paul writing letters to the Ephesians and it loses the plot, but the Old Testament and the Gospels? I could quote you anything from those pages, chapter and verse. There were Bible games and quizzes every week at white church, and I kicked everyone&rsquo;s ass.<br><br>Then there was black church. There was always some kind of black church service going on somewhere, and we tried them all. In the township, that typically meant an outdoor, tent-&shy;revival-&shy;style church. We usually went to my grandmother&rsquo;s church, an old-&shy;school Methodist congregation, five hundred African grannies in blue-&shy;and-&shy;white blouses, clutching their Bibles and patiently burning in the hot African sun. Black church was rough, I won&rsquo;t lie. No air-&shy;conditioning. No lyrics up on Jumbotrons. And it lasted forever, three or four hours at least, which confused me because white church was only like an hour&mdash;&shy;in and out, thanks for coming. But at black church I would sit there for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out why time moved so slowly. Is it possible for time to actually stop? If so, why does it stop at black church and not at white church? I eventually decided black people needed more time with Jesus because we suffered more. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m here to fill up on my blessings for the week,&rdquo; my mother used to say. The more time we spent at church, she reckoned, the more blessings we accrued, like a Starbucks Rewards Card.<br><br>Black church had one saving grace. If I could make it to the third or fourth hour I&rsquo;d get to watch the pastor cast demons out of people. People possessed by demons would start running up and down the aisles like madmen, screaming in tongues. The ushers would tackle them, like bouncers at a club, and hold them down for the pastor. The pastor would grab their heads and violently shake them back and forth, shouting, &ldquo;I cast out this spirit in the name of Jesus!&rdquo; Some pastors were more violent than others, but what they all shared in common was that they wouldn&rsquo;t stop until the demon was gone and the congregant had gone limp and collapsed on the stage. The person had to fall. Because if he didn&rsquo;t fall that meant the demon was powerful and the pastor needed to come at him even harder. You could be a linebacker in the NFL. Didn&rsquo;t matter. That pastor was taking you down. Good Lord, that was fun.<br><br>Christian karaoke, badass action stories, and violent faith healers&mdash;&shy;man, I loved church. The thing I didn&rsquo;t love was the lengths we had to go to in order to get to church. It was an epic slog. We lived in Eden Park, a tiny suburb way outside Johannesburg. It took us an hour to get to white church, another forty-&shy;five minutes to get to mixed church, and another forty-&shy;five minutes to drive out to Soweto for black church. Then, if that weren&rsquo;t bad enough, some Sundays we&rsquo;d double back to white church for a special evening service. By the time we finally got home at night, I&rsquo;d collapse into bed.<br><br>This particular Sunday, the Sunday I was hurled from a moving car, started out like any other Sunday. My mother woke me up, made me porridge for breakfast. I took my bath while she dressed my baby brother Andrew, who was nine months old. Then we went out to the driveway, but once we were finally all strapped in and ready to go, the car wouldn&rsquo;t start. My mom had this ancient, broken-&shy;down, bright-&shy;tangerine Volkswagen Beetle that she picked up for next to nothing. The reason she got it for next to nothing was because it was always breaking down. To this day I hate secondhand cars. Almost everything that&rsquo;s ever gone wrong in my life I can trace back to a secondhand car. Secondhand cars made me get detention for being late for school. Secondhand cars left us hitchhiking on the side of the freeway. A secondhand car was also the reason my mom got married. If it hadn&rsquo;t been for the Volkswagen that didn&rsquo;t work, we never would have looked for the mechanic who became the husband who became the stepfather who became the man who tortured us for years and put a bullet in the back of my mother&rsquo;s head&mdash;&shy;I&rsquo;ll take the new car with the warranty every time.<br><br>As much as I loved church, the idea of a nine-&shy;hour slog, from mixed church to white church to black church then doubling back to white church again, was just too much to contemplate. It was bad enough in a car, but taking public transport would be twice as long and twice as hard. When the Volkswagen refused to start, inside my head I was praying, Please say we&rsquo;ll just stay home. Please say we&rsquo;ll just stay home. Then I glanced over to see the determined look on my mother&rsquo;s face, her jaw set, and I knew I had a long day ahead of me.<br><br>&ldquo;Come,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;We&rsquo;re going to catch minibuses.&rdquo;<br><br>My mother is as stubborn as she is religious. Once her mind&rsquo;s made up, that&rsquo;s it. Indeed, obstacles that would normally lead a person to change their plans, like a car breaking down, only made her more determined to forge ahead.<br><br>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s the Devil,&rdquo; she said about the stalled car. &ldquo;The Devil doesn&rsquo;t want us to go to church. That&rsquo;s why we&rsquo;ve got to catch minibuses.&rdquo;<br><br>Whenever I found myself up against my mother&rsquo;s faith-&shy;based obstinacy, I would try, as respectfully as possible, to counter with an opposing point of view.<br><br>&ldquo;Or,&rdquo; I said, &ldquo;the Lord knows that today we shouldn&rsquo;t go to church, which is why he made sure the car wouldn&rsquo;t start, so that we stay at home as a family and take a day of rest, because even the Lord rested.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Ah, that&rsquo;s the Devil talking, Trevor.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;No, because Jesus is in control, and if Jesus is in control and we pray to Jesus, he would let the car start, but he hasn&rsquo;t, therefore&mdash;&shy;&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;No, Trevor! Sometimes Jesus puts obstacles in your way to see if you overcome them. Like Job. This could be a test.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Ah! Yes, Mom. But the test could be to see if we&rsquo;re willing to accept what has happened and stay at home and praise Jesus for his wisdom.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;No. That&rsquo;s the Devil talking. Now go change your clothes.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;But Mom!&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Trevor! Sun&rsquo;qhela!&rdquo;<br><br>Sun&rsquo;qhela is a phrase with many shades of meaning. It says &ldquo;don&rsquo;t undermine me,&rdquo; &ldquo;don&rsquo;t underestimate me,&rdquo; and &ldquo;just try me.&rdquo; It&rsquo;s a command and a threat, all at once. It&rsquo;s a common thing for Xhosa parents to say to their kids. Any time I heard it I knew it meant the conversation was over, and if I uttered another word I was in for a hiding&mdash;&shy;what we call a spanking.<br><br>At the time I attended a private Catholic school known as Maryvale College. I was the champion of the Maryvale sports day every single year, and my mother won the moms&rsquo; trophy every single year. Why? Because she was always chasing me to kick my ass, and I was always running not to get my ass kicked. Nobody ran like me and my mom. She wasn&rsquo;t one of those &ldquo;Come over here and get your hiding&rdquo; type moms. She&rsquo;d deliver it to you free of charge. She was a thrower, too. Whatever was next to her was coming at you. If it was something breakable, I had to catch it and put it down. If it broke, that would be my fault, too, and the ass-&shy;kicking would be that much worse. If she threw a vase at me, I&rsquo;d have to catch it, put it down, and then run. In a split second, I&rsquo;d have to think, Is it valuable? Yes. Is it breakable? Yes. Catch it, put it down, now run.<br><br>We had a very Tom and Jerry relationship, me and my mom. She was the strict disciplinarian; I was naughty as shit. She would send me out to buy groceries, and I wouldn&rsquo;t come right home because I&rsquo;d be using the change from the milk and bread to play arcade games at the supermarket. I loved videogames. I was a master at Street Fighter. I could go forever on a single play. I&rsquo;d drop a coin in, time would fly, and the next thing I knew there&rsquo;d be a woman behind me with a belt. It was a race. I&rsquo;d take off out the door and through the dusty streets of Eden Park, clambering over walls, ducking through backyards. It was a normal thing in our neighborhood. Everybody knew&#58; that Trevor child would come through like a bat out of hell, and his mom would be right there behind him. She could go at a full sprint in high heels, but if she really wanted to come after me she had this thing where she&rsquo;d kick her shoes off while still going at top speed. She&rsquo;d do this weird move with her ankles and the heels would go flying and she wouldn&rsquo;t even miss a step. That&rsquo;s when I knew, Okay, she&rsquo;s in turbo mode now.<br><br>When I was little she always caught me, but as I got older I got faster, and when speed failed her she&rsquo;d use her wits. If I was about to get away she&rsquo;d yell, &ldquo;Stop! Thief!&rdquo; She&rsquo;d do this to her own child. In South Africa, nobody gets involved in other people&rsquo;s business&mdash;unless it&rsquo;s mob justice, and then everybody wants in. So she&rsquo;d yell &ldquo;Thief!&rdquo; knowing it would bring the whole neighborhood out against me, and then I&rsquo;d have strangers trying to grab me and tackle me, and I&rsquo;d have to duck and dive and dodge them as well, all the while screaming, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m not a thief! I&rsquo;m her son!&rdquo;<br><br>The last thing I wanted to do that Sunday morning was climb into some crowded minibus, but the second I heard my mom say sun&rsquo;qhela I knew my fate was sealed. She gathered up Andrew and we climbed out of the Volkswagen and went out to try to catch a ride.<p>(Continues&hellip;)<blockquote><hr noshade size='1'><font size='-2'><br>Excerpted from &quot;Born a Crime&quot; <br>by . <br>Copyright &copy 2019 Trevor Noah. <br>Excerpted by permission of Random House Publishing Group. <br>All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. <br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. <br></font><hr noshade size='1'></blockquote>\"},{\"id\":\"67915591T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"1<br><br>Run<br><br>Sometimes in big Hollywood movies they&rsquo;ll have these crazy chase scenes where somebody jumps or gets thrown from a moving car. The person hits the ground and rolls for a bit. Then they come to a stop and pop up and dust themselves off, like it was no big deal. Whenever I see that I think, That&rsquo;s rubbish. Getting thrown out of a moving car hurts way worse than that.<br><br>I was nine years old when my mother threw me out of a moving car. It happened on a Sunday. I know it was on a Sunday because we were coming home from church, and every Sunday in my childhood meant church. We never missed church. My mother was&mdash;and still is&mdash; a deeply religious woman. Very Christian. Like indigenous peoples around the world, black South Africans adopted the religion of our colonizers. By &ldquo;adopt&rdquo; I mean it was forced on us. The white man was quite stern with the native. &ldquo;You need to pray to Jesus,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Jesus will save you.&rdquo; To which the native replied, &ldquo;Well, we do need to be saved&mdash;saved from you, but that&rsquo;s beside the point. So let&rsquo;s give this Jesus thing a shot.&rdquo;<br><br>My whole family is religious, but where my mother was Team Jesus all the way, my grandmother balanced her Christian faith with the traditional Xhosa beliefs she&rsquo;d grown up with, communicating with the spirits of our ancestors. For a long time I didn&rsquo;t understand why so many black people had abandoned their indigenous faith for Christianity. But the more we went to church and the longer I sat in those pews the more I learned about how Christianity works&#58; If you&rsquo;re Native American and you pray to the wolves, you&rsquo;re a savage. If you&rsquo;re African and you pray to your ancestors, you&rsquo;re a primitive. But when white people pray to a guy who turns water into wine, well, that&rsquo;s just common sense.<br><br>My childhood involved church, or some form of church, at least four nights a week. Tuesday night was the prayer meeting. Wednesday night was Bible study. Thursday night was Youth church. Friday and Saturday we had off. (Time to sin!) Then on Sunday we went to church. Three churches, to be precise. The reason we went to three churches was because my mom said each church gave her something different. The first church offered jubilant praise of the Lord. The second church offered deep analysis of the scripture, which my mom loved. The third church offered passion and catharsis; it was a place where you truly felt the presence of the Holy Spirit inside you. Completely by coincidence, as we moved back and forth among these churches, I noticed that each one had its own distinct racial makeup&#58; Jubilant church was mixed church. Analytical church was white church. And passionate, cathartic church, that was black church.<br><br>Mixed church was Rhema Bible Church. Rhema was one of those huge, super&shy;modern, suburban megachurches. The pastor, Ray McCauley, was an ex-bodybuilder with a big smile and the personality of a cheerleader. Pastor Ray had competed in the 1974 Mr. Universe competition. He placed third. The winner that year was Arnold Schwarzenegger. Every week, Ray would be up onstage working really hard to make Jesus cool. There was arena-&shy;style seating and a rock band jamming out with the latest Christian contemporary pop. Everyone sang along, and if you didn&rsquo;t know the words that was okay because they were all right up there on the Jumbotron for you. It was Christian karaoke, basically. I always had a blast at mixed church.<br><br>White church was Rosebank Union in Sandton, a very white and wealthy part of Johannesburg. I loved white church because I didn&rsquo;t actually have to go to the main service. My mom would go to that, and I would go to the youth side, to Sunday school. In Sunday school we got to read cool stories. Noah and the flood was obviously a favorite; I had a personal stake there. But I also loved the stories about Moses parting the Red Sea, David slaying Goliath, Jesus whipping the money changers in the temple.<br><br>I grew up in a home with very little exposure to popular culture. Boyz II Men were not allowed in my mother&rsquo;s house. Songs about some guy grinding on a girl all night long? No, no, no. That was forbidden. I&rsquo;d hear the other kids at school singing &ldquo;End of the Road,&rdquo; and I&rsquo;d have no clue what was going on. I knew of these Boyz II Men, but I didn&rsquo;t really know who they were. The only music I knew was from church&#58; soaring, uplifting songs praising Jesus. It was the same with movies. My mom didn&rsquo;t want my mind polluted by movies with sex and violence. So the Bible was my action movie. Samson was my superhero. He was my He-&shy;Man. A guy beating a thousand people to death with the jawbone of a donkey? That&rsquo;s pretty badass. Eventually you get to Paul writing letters to the Ephesians and it loses the plot, but the Old Testament and the Gospels? I could quote you anything from those pages, chapter and verse. There were Bible games and quizzes every week at white church, and I kicked everyone&rsquo;s ass.<br><br>Then there was black church. There was always some kind of black church service going on somewhere, and we tried them all. In the township, that typically meant an outdoor, tent-&shy;revival-&shy;style church. We usually went to my grandmother&rsquo;s church, an old-&shy;school Methodist congregation, five hundred African grannies in blue-&shy;and-&shy;white blouses, clutching their Bibles and patiently burning in the hot African sun. Black church was rough, I won&rsquo;t lie. No air-&shy;conditioning. No lyrics up on Jumbotrons. And it lasted forever, three or four hours at least, which confused me because white church was only like an hour&mdash;in and out, thanks for coming. But at black church I would sit there for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out why time moved so slowly. Is it possible for time to actually stop? If so, why does it stop at black church and not at white church? I eventually decided black people needed more time with Jesus because we suffered more. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m here to fill up on my blessings for the week,&rdquo; my mother used to say. The more time we spent at church, she reckoned, the more blessings we accrued, like a Starbucks Rewards Card.<br><br>Black church had one saving grace. If I could make it to the third or fourth hour I&rsquo;d get to watch the pastor cast demons out of people. People possessed by demons would start running up and down the aisles like madmen, screaming in tongues. The ushers would tackle them, like bouncers at a club, and hold them down for the pastor. The pastor would grab their heads and violently shake them back and forth, shouting, &ldquo;I cast out this spirit in the name of Jesus!&rdquo; Some pastors were more violent than others, but what they all shared in common was that they wouldn&rsquo;t stop until the demon was gone and the congregant had gone limp and collapsed on the stage. The person had to fall. Because if he didn&rsquo;t fall that meant the demon was powerful and the pastor needed to come at him even harder. You could be a linebacker in the NFL. Didn&rsquo;t matter. That pastor was taking you down. Good Lord, that was fun.<br><br>Christian karaoke, badass action stories, and violent faith healers&mdash;man, I loved church. The thing I didn&rsquo;t love was the lengths we had to go to in order to get to church. It was an epic slog. We lived in Eden Park, a tiny suburb way outside Johannesburg. It took us an hour to get to white church, another forty-&shy;five minutes to get to mixed church, and another forty-&shy;five minutes to drive out to Soweto for black church. Then, if that weren&rsquo;t bad enough, some Sundays we&rsquo;d double back to white church for a special evening service. By the time we finally got home at night, I&rsquo;d collapse into bed.<br><br>This particular Sunday, the Sunday I was hurled from a moving car, started out like any other Sunday. My mother woke me up, made me porridge for breakfast. I took my bath while she dressed my baby brother Andrew, who was nine months old. Then we went out to the driveway, but once we were finally all strapped in and ready to go, the car wouldn&rsquo;t start. My mom had this ancient, broken-&shy;down, bright-&shy;tangerine Volkswagen Beetle that she picked up for next to nothing. The reason she got it for next to nothing was because it was always breaking down. To this day I hate secondhand cars. Almost everything that&rsquo;s ever gone wrong in my life I can trace back to a secondhand car. Secondhand cars made me get detention for being late for school. Secondhand cars left us hitchhiking on the side of the freeway. A secondhand car was also the reason my mom got married. If it hadn&rsquo;t been for the Volkswagen that didn&rsquo;t work, we never would have looked for the mechanic who became the husband who became the stepfather who became the man who tortured us for years and put a bullet in the back of my mother&rsquo;s head&mdash;I&rsquo;ll take the new car with the warranty every time.<br><br>As much as I loved church, the idea of a nine-&shy;hour slog, from mixed church to white church to black church then doubling back to white church again, was just too much to contemplate. It was bad enough in a car, but taking public transport would be twice as long and twice as hard. When the Volkswagen refused to start, inside my head I was praying, Please say we&rsquo;ll just stay home. Please say we&rsquo;ll just stay home. Then I glanced over to see the determined look on my mother&rsquo;s face, her jaw set, and I knew I had a long day ahead of me.<br><br>&ldquo;Come,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;We&rsquo;re going to catch minibuses.&rdquo;<br><br>My mother is as stubborn as she is religious. Once her mind&rsquo;s made up, that&rsquo;s it. Indeed, obstacles that would normally lead a person to change their plans, like a car breaking down, only made her more determined to forge ahead.<br><br>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s the Devil,&rdquo; she said about the stalled car. &ldquo;The Devil doesn&rsquo;t want us to go to church. That&rsquo;s why we&rsquo;ve got to catch minibuses.&rdquo;<br><br>Whenever I found myself up against my mother&rsquo;s faith-&shy;based obstinacy, I would try, as respectfully as possible, to counter with an opposing point of view.<br><br>&ldquo;Or,&rdquo; I said, &ldquo;the Lord knows that today we shouldn&rsquo;t go to church, which is why he made sure the car wouldn&rsquo;t start, so that we stay at home as a family and take a day of rest, because even the Lord rested.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Ah, that&rsquo;s the Devil talking, Trevor.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;No, because Jesus is in control, and if Jesus is in control and we pray to Jesus, he would let the car start, but he hasn&rsquo;t, therefore&mdash;&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;No, Trevor! Sometimes Jesus puts obstacles in your way to see if you overcome them. Like Job. This could be a test.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Ah! Yes, Mom. But the test could be to see if we&rsquo;re willing to accept what has happened and stay at home and praise Jesus for his wisdom.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;No. That&rsquo;s the Devil talking. Now go change your clothes.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;But Mom!&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Trevor! Sun&rsquo;qhela!&rdquo;<br><br>Sun&rsquo;qhela is a phrase with many shades of meaning. It says &ldquo;don&rsquo;t undermine me,&rdquo; &ldquo;don&rsquo;t underestimate me,&rdquo; and &ldquo;just try me.&rdquo; It&rsquo;s a command and a threat, all at once. It&rsquo;s a common thing for Xhosa parents to say to their kids. Any time I heard it I knew it meant the conversation was over, and if I uttered another word I was in for a hiding&mdash;what we call a spanking.<br><br>At the time I attended a private Catholic school known as Maryvale College. I was the champion of the Maryvale sports day every single year, and my mother won the moms&rsquo; trophy every single year. Why? Because she was always chasing me to kick my ass, and I was always running not to get my ass kicked. Nobody ran like me and my mom. She wasn&rsquo;t one of those &ldquo;Come over here and get your hiding&rdquo; type moms. She&rsquo;d deliver it to you free of charge. She was a thrower, too. Whatever was next to her was coming at you. If it was something breakable, I had to catch it and put it down. If it broke, that would be my fault, too, and the ass-&shy;kicking would be that much worse. If she threw a vase at me, I&rsquo;d have to catch it, put it down, and then run. In a split second, I&rsquo;d have to think, Is it valuable? Yes. Is it breakable? Yes. Catch it, put it down, now run.<br><br>We had a very Tom and Jerry relationship, me and my mom. She was the strict disciplinarian; I was naughty as shit. She would send me out to buy groceries, and I wouldn&rsquo;t come right home because I&rsquo;d be using the change from the milk and bread to play arcade games at the supermarket. I loved videogames. I was a master at Street Fighter. I could go forever on a single play. I&rsquo;d drop a coin in, time would fly, and the next thing I knew there&rsquo;d be a woman behind me with a belt. It was a race. I&rsquo;d take off out the door and through the dusty streets of Eden Park, clambering over walls, ducking through backyards. It was a normal thing in our neighborhood. Everybody knew&#58; that Trevor child would come through like a bat out of hell, and his mom would be right there behind him. She could go at a full sprint in high heels, but if she really wanted to come after me she had this thing where she&rsquo;d kick her shoes off while still going at top speed. She&rsquo;d do this weird move with her ankles and the heels would go flying and she wouldn&rsquo;t even miss a step. That&rsquo;s when I knew, Okay, she&rsquo;s in turbo mode now.<br><br>When I was little she always caught me, but as I got older I got faster, and when speed failed her she&rsquo;d use her wits. If I was about to get away she&rsquo;d yell, &ldquo;Stop! Thief!&rdquo; She&rsquo;d do this to her own child. In South Africa, nobody gets involved in other people&rsquo;s business&mdash;unless it&rsquo;s mob justice, and then everybody wants in. So she&rsquo;d yell &ldquo;Thief!&rdquo; knowing it would bring the whole neighborhood out against me, and then I&rsquo;d have strangers trying to grab me and tackle me, and I&rsquo;d have to duck and dive and dodge them as well, all the while screaming, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m not a thief! I&rsquo;m her son!&rdquo;<br><br>The last thing I wanted to do that Sunday morning was climb into some crowded minibus, but the second I heard my mom say sun&rsquo;qhela I knew my fate was sealed. She gathered up Andrew and we climbed out of the Volkswagen and went out to try to catch a ride.\"},{\"id\":\"119393733T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"1<br/><br/>Run<br/><br/>Sometimes in big Hollywood movies they'll have these crazy chase scenes where somebody jumps or gets thrown from a moving car. The person hits the ground and rolls for a bit. Then they come to a stop and pop up and dust themselves off, like it was no big deal. Whenever I see that I think, That's rubbish. Getting thrown out of a moving car hurts way worse than that.<br/><br/>I was nine years old when my mother threw me out of a moving car. It happened on a Sunday. I know it was on a Sunday because we were coming home from church, and every Sunday in my childhood meant church. We never missed church. My mother was-­and still is-­ a deeply religious woman. Very Christian. Like indigenous peoples around the world, black South Africans adopted the religion of our colonizers. By \\\"adopt\\\" I mean it was forced on us. The white man was quite stern with the native. \\\"You need to pray to Jesus,\\\" he said. \\\"Jesus will save you.\\\" To which the native replied, \\\"Well, we do need to be saved-­saved from you, but that's beside the point. So let's give this Jesus thing a shot.\\\"<br/><br/>My whole family is religious, but where my mother was Team Jesus all the way, my grandmother balanced her Christian faith with the traditional Xhosa beliefs she'd grown up with, communicating with the spirits of our ancestors. For a long time I didn't understand why so many black people had abandoned their indigenous faith for Christianity. But the more we went to church and the longer I sat in those pews the more I learned about how Christianity works: If you're Native American and you pray to the wolves, you're a savage. If you're African and you pray to your ancestors, you're a primitive. But when white people pray to a guy who turns water into wine, well, that's just common sense.<br/><br/>My childhood involved church, or some form of church, at least four nights a week. Tuesday night was the prayer meeting. Wednesday night was Bible study. Thursday night was Youth church. Friday and Saturday we had off. (Time to sin!) Then on Sunday we went to church. Three churches, to be precise. The reason we went to three churches was because my mom said each church gave her something different. The first church offered jubilant praise of the Lord. The second church offered deep analysis of the scripture, which my mom loved. The third church offered passion and catharsis; it was a place where you truly felt the presence of the Holy Spirit inside you. Completely by coincidence, as we moved back and forth among these churches, I noticed that each one had its own distinct racial makeup: Jubilant church was mixed church. Analytical church was white church. And passionate, cathartic church, that was black church.<br/><br/>Mixed church was Rhema Bible Church. Rhema was one of those huge, super­modern, suburban megachurches. The pastor, Ray McCauley, was an ex-bodybuilder with a big smile and the personality of a cheerleader. Pastor Ray had competed in the 1974 Mr. Universe competition. He placed third. The winner that year was Arnold Schwarzenegger. Every week, Ray would be up onstage working really hard to make Jesus cool. There was arena-­style seating and a rock band jamming out with the latest Christian contemporary pop. Everyone sang along, and if you didn't know the words that was okay because they were all right up there on the Jumbotron for you. It was Christian karaoke, basically. I always had a blast at mixed church.<br/><br/>White church was Rosebank Union in Sandton, a very white and wealthy part of Johannesburg. I loved white church because I didn't actually have to go to the main service. My mom would go to that, and I would go to the youth side, to Sunday school. In Sunday school we got to read cool stories. Noah and the flood was obviously a favorite; I had a personal stake there. But I also loved the stories about Moses parting the Red Sea, David slaying Goliath, Jesus whipping the money changers in the temple.<br/><br/>I grew up in a home with very little exposure to popular culture. Boyz II Men were not allowed in my mother's house. Songs about some guy grinding on a girl all night long? No, no, no. That was forbidden. I'd hear the other kids at school singing \\\"End of the Road,\\\" and I'd have no clue what was going on. I knew of these Boyz II Men, but I didn't really know who they were. The only music I knew was from church: soaring, uplifting songs praising Jesus. It was the same with movies. My mom didn't want my mind polluted by movies with sex and violence. So the Bible was my action movie. Samson was my superhero. He was my He-­Man. A guy beating a thousand people to death with the jawbone of a donkey? That's pretty badass. Eventually you get to Paul writing letters to the Ephesians and it loses the plot, but the Old Testament and the Gospels? I could quote you anything from those pages, chapter and verse. There were Bible games and quizzes every week at white church, and I kicked everyone's ass.<br/><br/>Then there was black church. There was always some kind of black church service going on somewhere, and we tried them all. In the township, that typically meant an outdoor, tent-­revival-­style church. We usually went to my grandmother's church, an old-­school Methodist congregation, five hundred African grannies in blue-­and-­white blouses, clutching their Bibles and patiently burning in the hot African sun. Black church was rough, I won't lie. No air-­conditioning. No lyrics up on Jumbotrons. And it lasted forever, three or four hours at least, which confused me because white church was only like an hour-­in and out, thanks for coming. But at black church I would sit there for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out why time moved so slowly. Is it possible for time to actually stop? If so, why does it stop at black church and not at white church? I eventually decided black people needed more time with Jesus because we suffered more. \\\"I'm here to fill up on my blessings for the week,\\\" my mother used to say. The more time we spent at church, she reckoned, the more blessings we accrued, like a Starbucks Rewards Card.<br/><br/>Black church had one saving grace. If I could make it to the third or fourth hour I'd get to watch the pastor cast demons out of people. People possessed by demons would start running up and down the aisles like madmen, screaming in tongues. The ushers would tackle them, like bouncers at a club, and hold them down for the pastor. The pastor would grab their heads and violently shake them back and forth, shouting, \\\"I cast out this spirit in the name of Jesus!\\\" Some pastors were more violent than others, but what they all shared in common was that they wouldn't stop until the demon was gone and the congregant had gone limp and collapsed on the stage. The person had to fall. Because if he didn't fall that meant the demon was powerful and the pastor needed to come at him even harder. You could be a linebacker in the NFL. Didn't matter. That pastor was taking you down. Good Lord, that was fun.<br/><br/>Christian karaoke, badass action stories, and violent faith healers-­man, I loved church. The thing I didn't love was the lengths we had to go to in order to get to church. It was an epic slog. We lived in Eden Park, a tiny suburb way outside Johannesburg. It took us an hour to get to white church, another forty-­five minutes to get to mixed church, and another forty-­five minutes to drive out to Soweto for black church. Then, if that weren't bad enough, some Sundays we'd double back to white church for a special evening service. By the time we finally got home at night, I'd collapse into bed.<br/><br/>This particular Sunday, the Sunday I was hurled from a moving car, started out like any other Sunday. My mother woke me up, made me porridge for breakfast. I took my bath while she dressed my baby brother Andrew, who was nine months old. Then we went out to the driveway, but once we were finally all strapped in and ready to go, the car wouldn't start. My mom had this ancient, broken-­down, bright-­tangerine Volkswagen Beetle that she picked up for next to nothing. The reason she got it for next to nothing was because it was always breaking down. To this day I hate secondhand cars. Almost everything that's ever gone wrong in my life I can trace back to a secondhand car. Secondhand cars made me get detention for being late for school. Secondhand cars left us hitchhiking on the side of the freeway. A secondhand car was also the reason my mom got married. If it hadn't been for the Volkswagen that didn't work, we never would have looked for the mechanic who became the husband who became the stepfather who became the man who tortured us for years and put a bullet in the back of my mother's head-­I'll take the new car with the warranty every time.<br/><br/>As much as I loved church, the idea of a nine-­hour slog, from mixed church to white church to black church then doubling back to white church again, was just too much to contemplate. It was bad enough in a car, but taking public transport would be twice as long and twice as hard. When the Volkswagen refused to start, inside my head I was praying, Please say we'll just stay home. Please say we'll just stay home. Then I glanced over to see the determined look on my mother's face, her jaw set, and I knew I had a long day ahead of me.<br/><br/>\\\"Come,\\\" she said. \\\"We're going to catch minibuses.\\\"<br/><br/>My mother is as stubborn as she is religious. Once her mind's made up, that's it. Indeed, obstacles that would normally lead a person to change their plans, like a car breaking down, only made her more determined to forge ahead.<br/><br/>\\\"It's the Devil,\\\" she said about the stalled car. \\\"The Devil doesn't want us to go to church. That's why we've got to catch minibuses.\\\"<br/><br/>Whenever I found myself up against my mother's faith-­based obstinacy, I would try, as respectfully as possible, to counter with an opposing point of view.<br/><br/>\\\"Or,\\\" I said, \\\"the Lord knows that today we shouldn't go to church, which is why he made sure the car wouldn't start, so that we stay at home as a family and take a day of rest, because even the Lord rested.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Ah, that's the Devil talking, Trevor.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"No, because Jesus is in control, and if Jesus is in control and we pray to Jesus, he would let the car start, but he hasn't, therefore-­\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"No, Trevor! Sometimes Jesus puts obstacles in your way to see if you overcome them. Like Job. This could be a test.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Ah! Yes, Mom. But the test could be to see if we're willing to accept what has happened and stay at home and praise Jesus for his wisdom.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"No. That's the Devil talking. Now go change your clothes.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"But Mom!\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Trevor! Sun'qhela!\\\"<br/><br/>Sun'qhela is a phrase with many shades of meaning. It says \\\"don't undermine me,\\\" \\\"don't underestimate me,\\\" and \\\"just try me.\\\" It's a command and a threat, all at once. It's a common thing for Xhosa parents to say to their kids. Any time I heard it I knew it meant the conversation was over, and if I uttered another word I was in for a hiding-­what we call a spanking.<br/><br/>At the time I attended a private Catholic school known as Maryvale College. I was the champion of the Maryvale sports day every single year, and my mother won the moms' trophy every single year. Why? Because she was always chasing me to kick my ass, and I was always running not to get my ass kicked. Nobody ran like me and my mom. She wasn't one of those \\\"Come over here and get your hiding\\\" type moms. She'd deliver it to you free of charge. She was a thrower, too. Whatever was next to her was coming at you. If it was something breakable, I had to catch it and put it down. If it broke, that would be my fault, too, and the ass-­kicking would be that much worse. If she threw a vase at me, I'd have to catch it, put it down, and then run. In a split second, I'd have to think, Is it valuable? Yes. Is it breakable? Yes. Catch it, put it down, now run.<br/><br/>We had a very Tom and Jerry relationship, me and my mom. She was the strict disciplinarian; I was naughty as shit. She would send me out to buy groceries, and I wouldn't come right home because I'd be using the change from the milk and bread to play arcade games at the supermarket. I loved videogames. I was a master at Street Fighter. I could go forever on a single play. I'd drop a coin in, time would fly, and the next thing I knew there'd be a woman behind me with a belt. It was a race. I'd take off out the door and through the dusty streets of Eden Park, clambering over walls, ducking through backyards. It was a normal thing in our neighborhood. Everybody knew: that Trevor child would come through like a bat out of hell, and his mom would be right there behind him. She could go at a full sprint in high heels, but if she really wanted to come after me she had this thing where she'd kick her shoes off while still going at top speed. She'd do this weird move with her ankles and the heels would go flying and she wouldn't even miss a step. That's when I knew, Okay, she's in turbo mode now.<br/><br/>When I was little she always caught me, but as I got older I got faster, and when speed failed her she'd use her wits. If I was about to get away she'd yell, \\\"Stop! Thief!\\\" She'd do this to her own child. In South Africa, nobody gets involved in other people's business-unless it's mob justice, and then everybody wants in. So she'd yell \\\"Thief!\\\" knowing it would bring the whole neighborhood out against me, and then I'd have strangers trying to grab me and tackle me, and I'd have to duck and dive and dodge them as well, all the while screaming, \\\"I'm not a thief! I'm her son!\\\"<br/><br/>The last thing I wanted to do that Sunday morning was climb into some crowded minibus, but the second I heard my mom say sun'qhela I knew my fate was sealed. She gathered up Andrew and we climbed out of the Volkswagen and went out to try to catch a ride.\"},{\"id\":\"125623968T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"1<br/><br/>Run<br/><br/>Sometimes in big Hollywood movies they’ll have these crazy chase scenes where somebody jumps or gets thrown from a moving car. The person hits the ground and rolls for a bit. Then they come to a stop and pop up and dust themselves off, like it was no big deal. Whenever I see that I think, That’s rubbish. Getting thrown out of a moving car hurts way worse than that.<br/><br/>I was nine years old when my mother threw me out of a moving car. It happened on a Sunday. I know it was on a Sunday because we were coming home from church, and every Sunday in my childhood meant church. We never missed church. My mother was—­and still is—­ a deeply religious woman. Very Christian. Like indigenous peoples around the world, black South Africans adopted the religion of our colonizers. By “adopt” I mean it was forced on us. The white man was quite stern with the native. “You need to pray to Jesus,” he said. “Jesus will save you.” To which the native replied, “Well, we do need to be saved—­saved from you, but that’s beside the point. So let’s give this Jesus thing a shot.”<br/><br/>My whole family is religious, but where my mother was Team Jesus all the way, my grandmother balanced her Christian faith with the traditional Xhosa beliefs she’d grown up with, communicating with the spirits of our ancestors. For a long time I didn’t understand why so many black people had abandoned their indigenous faith for Christianity. But the more we went to church and the longer I sat in those pews the more I learned about how Christianity works: If you’re Native American and you pray to the wolves, you’re a savage. If you’re African and you pray to your ancestors, you’re a primitive. But when white people pray to a guy who turns water into wine, well, that’s just common sense.<br/><br/>My childhood involved church, or some form of church, at least four nights a week. Tuesday night was the prayer meeting. Wednesday night was Bible study. Thursday night was Youth church. Friday and Saturday we had off. (Time to sin!) Then on Sunday we went to church. Three churches, to be precise. The reason we went to three churches was because my mom said each church gave her something different. The first church offered jubilant praise of the Lord. The second church offered deep analysis of the scripture, which my mom loved. The third church offered passion and catharsis; it was a place where you truly felt the presence of the Holy Spirit inside you. Completely by coincidence, as we moved back and forth among these churches, I noticed that each one had its own distinct racial makeup: Jubilant church was mixed church. Analytical church was white church. And passionate, cathartic church, that was black church.<br/><br/>Mixed church was Rhema Bible Church. Rhema was one of those huge, super­modern, suburban megachurches. The pastor, Ray McCauley, was an ex-bodybuilder with a big smile and the personality of a cheerleader. Pastor Ray had competed in the 1974 Mr. Universe competition. He placed third. The winner that year was Arnold Schwarzenegger. Every week, Ray would be up onstage working really hard to make Jesus cool. There was arena-­style seating and a rock band jamming out with the latest Christian contemporary pop. Everyone sang along, and if you didn’t know the words that was okay because they were all right up there on the Jumbotron for you. It was Christian karaoke, basically. I always had a blast at mixed church.<br/><br/>White church was Rosebank Union in Sandton, a very white and wealthy part of Johannesburg. I loved white church because I didn’t actually have to go to the main service. My mom would go to that, and I would go to the youth side, to Sunday school. In Sunday school we got to read cool stories. Noah and the flood was obviously a favorite; I had a personal stake there. But I also loved the stories about Moses parting the Red Sea, David slaying Goliath, Jesus whipping the money changers in the temple.<br/><br/>I grew up in a home with very little exposure to popular culture. Boyz II Men were not allowed in my mother’s house. Songs about some guy grinding on a girl all night long? No, no, no. That was forbidden. I’d hear the other kids at school singing “End of the Road,” and I’d have no clue what was going on. I knew of these Boyz II Men, but I didn’t really know who they were. The only music I knew was from church: soaring, uplifting songs praising Jesus. It was the same with movies. My mom didn’t want my mind polluted by movies with sex and violence. So the Bible was my action movie. Samson was my superhero. He was my He-­Man. A guy beating a thousand people to death with the jawbone of a donkey? That’s pretty badass. Eventually you get to Paul writing letters to the Ephesians and it loses the plot, but the Old Testament and the Gospels? I could quote you anything from those pages, chapter and verse. There were Bible games and quizzes every week at white church, and I kicked everyone’s ass.<br/><br/>Then there was black church. There was always some kind of black church service going on somewhere, and we tried them all. In the township, that typically meant an outdoor, tent-­revival-­style church. We usually went to my grandmother’s church, an old-­school Methodist congregation, five hundred African grannies in blue-­and-­white blouses, clutching their Bibles and patiently burning in the hot African sun. Black church was rough, I won’t lie. No air-­conditioning. No lyrics up on Jumbotrons. And it lasted forever, three or four hours at least, which confused me because white church was only like an hour—­in and out, thanks for coming. But at black church I would sit there for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out why time moved so slowly. Is it possible for time to actually stop? If so, why does it stop at black church and not at white church? I eventually decided black people needed more time with Jesus because we suffered more. “I’m here to fill up on my blessings for the week,” my mother used to say. The more time we spent at church, she reckoned, the more blessings we accrued, like a Starbucks Rewards Card.<br/><br/>Black church had one saving grace. If I could make it to the third or fourth hour I’d get to watch the pastor cast demons out of people. People possessed by demons would start running up and down the aisles like madmen, screaming in tongues. The ushers would tackle them, like bouncers at a club, and hold them down for the pastor. The pastor would grab their heads and violently shake them back and forth, shouting, “I cast out this spirit in the name of Jesus!” Some pastors were more violent than others, but what they all shared in common was that they wouldn’t stop until the demon was gone and the congregant had gone limp and collapsed on the stage. The person had to fall. Because if he didn’t fall that meant the demon was powerful and the pastor needed to come at him even harder. You could be a linebacker in the NFL. Didn’t matter. That pastor was taking you down. Good Lord, that was fun.<br/><br/>Christian karaoke, badass action stories, and violent faith healers—­man, I loved church. The thing I didn’t love was the lengths we had to go to in order to get to church. It was an epic slog. We lived in Eden Park, a tiny suburb way outside Johannesburg. It took us an hour to get to white church, another forty-­five minutes to get to mixed church, and another forty-­five minutes to drive out to Soweto for black church. Then, if that weren’t bad enough, some Sundays we’d double back to white church for a special evening service. By the time we finally got home at night, I’d collapse into bed.<br/><br/>This particular Sunday, the Sunday I was hurled from a moving car, started out like any other Sunday. My mother woke me up, made me porridge for breakfast. I took my bath while she dressed my baby brother Andrew, who was nine months old. Then we went out to the driveway, but once we were finally all strapped in and ready to go, the car wouldn’t start. My mom had this ancient, broken-­down, bright-­tangerine Volkswagen Beetle that she picked up for next to nothing. The reason she got it for next to nothing was because it was always breaking down. To this day I hate secondhand cars. Almost everything that’s ever gone wrong in my life I can trace back to a secondhand car. Secondhand cars made me get detention for being late for school. Secondhand cars left us hitchhiking on the side of the freeway. A secondhand car was also the reason my mom got married. If it hadn’t been for the Volkswagen that didn’t work, we never would have looked for the mechanic who became the husband who became the stepfather who became the man who tortured us for years and put a bullet in the back of my mother’s head—­I’ll take the new car with the warranty every time.<br/><br/>As much as I loved church, the idea of a nine-­hour slog, from mixed church to white church to black church then doubling back to white church again, was just too much to contemplate. It was bad enough in a car, but taking public transport would be twice as long and twice as hard. When the Volkswagen refused to start, inside my head I was praying, Please say we’ll just stay home. Please say we’ll just stay home. Then I glanced over to see the determined look on my mother’s face, her jaw set, and I knew I had a long day ahead of me.<br/><br/>“Come,” she said. “We’re going to catch minibuses.”<br/><br/>My mother is as stubborn as she is religious. Once her mind’s made up, that’s it. Indeed, obstacles that would normally lead a person to change their plans, like a car breaking down, only made her more determined to forge ahead.<br/><br/>“It’s the Devil,” she said about the stalled car. “The Devil doesn’t want us to go to church. That’s why we’ve got to catch minibuses.”<br/><br/>Whenever I found myself up against my mother’s faith-­based obstinacy, I would try, as respectfully as possible, to counter with an opposing point of view.<br/><br/>“Or,” I said, “the Lord knows that today we shouldn’t go to church, which is why he made sure the car wouldn’t start, so that we stay at home as a family and take a day of rest, because even the Lord rested.”<br/><br/>“Ah, that’s the Devil talking, Trevor.”<br/><br/>“No, because Jesus is in control, and if Jesus is in control and we pray to Jesus, he would let the car start, but he hasn’t, therefore—­”<br/><br/>“No, Trevor! Sometimes Jesus puts obstacles in your way to see if you overcome them. Like Job. This could be a test.”<br/><br/>“Ah! Yes, Mom. But the test could be to see if we’re willing to accept what has happened and stay at home and praise Jesus for his wisdom.”<br/><br/>“No. That’s the Devil talking. Now go change your clothes.”<br/><br/>“But Mom!”<br/><br/>“Trevor! Sun’qhela!”<br/><br/>Sun’qhela is a phrase with many shades of meaning. It says “don’t undermine me,” “don’t underestimate me,” and “just try me.” It’s a command and a threat, all at once. It’s a common thing for Xhosa parents to say to their kids. Any time I heard it I knew it meant the conversation was over, and if I uttered another word I was in for a hiding—­what we call a spanking.<br/><br/>At the time I attended a private Catholic school known as Maryvale College. I was the champion of the Maryvale sports day every single year, and my mother won the moms’ trophy every single year. Why? Because she was always chasing me to kick my ass, and I was always running not to get my ass kicked. Nobody ran like me and my mom. She wasn’t one of those “Come over here and get your hiding” type moms. She’d deliver it to you free of charge. She was a thrower, too. Whatever was next to her was coming at you. If it was something breakable, I had to catch it and put it down. If it broke, that would be my fault, too, and the ass-­kicking would be that much worse. If she threw a vase at me, I’d have to catch it, put it down, and then run. In a split second, I’d have to think, Is it valuable? Yes. Is it breakable? Yes. Catch it, put it down, now run.<br/><br/>We had a very Tom and Jerry relationship, me and my mom. She was the strict disciplinarian; I was naughty as shit. She would send me out to buy groceries, and I wouldn’t come right home because I’d be using the change from the milk and bread to play arcade games at the supermarket. I loved videogames. I was a master at Street Fighter. I could go forever on a single play. I’d drop a coin in, time would fly, and the next thing I knew there’d be a woman behind me with a belt. It was a race. I’d take off out the door and through the dusty streets of Eden Park, clambering over walls, ducking through backyards. It was a normal thing in our neighborhood. Everybody knew: that Trevor child would come through like a bat out of hell, and his mom would be right there behind him. She could go at a full sprint in high heels, but if she really wanted to come after me she had this thing where she’d kick her shoes off while still going at top speed. She’d do this weird move with her ankles and the heels would go flying and she wouldn’t even miss a step. That’s when I knew, Okay, she’s in turbo mode now.<br/><br/>When I was little she always caught me, but as I got older I got faster, and when speed failed her she’d use her wits. If I was about to get away she’d yell, “Stop! Thief!” She’d do this to her own child. In South Africa, nobody gets involved in other people’s business—unless it’s mob justice, and then everybody wants in. So she’d yell “Thief!” knowing it would bring the whole neighborhood out against me, and then I’d have strangers trying to grab me and tackle me, and I’d have to duck and dive and dodge them as well, all the while screaming, “I’m not a thief! I’m her son!”<br/><br/>The last thing I wanted to do that Sunday morning was climb into some crowded minibus, but the second I heard my mom say sun’qhela I knew my fate was sealed. She gathered up Andrew and we climbed out of the Volkswagen and went out to try to catch a ride.\"},{\"id\":\"49773336T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"1<br><br>Run<br><br>Sometimes in big Hollywood movies they&rsquo;ll have these crazy chase scenes where somebody jumps or gets thrown from a moving car. The person hits the ground and rolls for a bit. Then they come to a stop and pop up and dust themselves off, like it was no big deal. Whenever I see that I think, That&rsquo;s rubbish. Getting thrown out of a moving car hurts way worse than that.<br><br>I was nine years old when my mother threw me out of a moving car. It happened on a Sunday. I know it was on a Sunday because we were coming home from church, and every Sunday in my childhood meant church. We never missed church. My mother was&mdash;and still is&mdash; a deeply religious woman. Very Christian. Like indigenous peoples around the world, black South Africans adopted the religion of our colonizers. By &ldquo;adopt&rdquo; I mean it was forced on us. The white man was quite stern with the native. &ldquo;You need to pray to Jesus,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Jesus will save you.&rdquo; To which the native replied, &ldquo;Well, we do need to be saved&mdash;saved from you, but that&rsquo;s beside the point. So let&rsquo;s give this Jesus thing a shot.&rdquo;<br><br>My whole family is religious, but where my mother was Team Jesus all the way, my grandmother balanced her Christian faith with the traditional Xhosa beliefs she&rsquo;d grown up with, communicating with the spirits of our ancestors. For a long time I didn&rsquo;t understand why so many black people had abandoned their indigenous faith for Christianity. But the more we went to church and the longer I sat in those pews the more I learned about how Christianity works&#58; If you&rsquo;re Native American and you pray to the wolves, you&rsquo;re a savage. If you&rsquo;re African and you pray to your ancestors, you&rsquo;re a primitive. But when white people pray to a guy who turns water into wine, well, that&rsquo;s just common sense.<br><br>My childhood involved church, or some form of church, at least four nights a week. Tuesday night was the prayer meeting. Wednesday night was Bible study. Thursday night was Youth church. Friday and Saturday we had off. (Time to sin!) Then on Sunday we went to church. Three churches, to be precise. The reason we went to three churches was because my mom said each church gave her something different. The first church offered jubilant praise of the Lord. The second church offered deep analysis of the scripture, which my mom loved. The third church offered passion and catharsis; it was a place where you truly felt the presence of the Holy Spirit inside you. Completely by coincidence, as we moved back and forth among these churches, I noticed that each one had its own distinct racial makeup&#58; Jubilant church was mixed church. Analytical church was white church. And passionate, cathartic church, that was black church.<br><br>Mixed church was Rhema Bible Church. Rhema was one of those huge, super&shy;modern, suburban megachurches. The pastor, Ray McCauley, was an ex-bodybuilder with a big smile and the personality of a cheerleader. Pastor Ray had competed in the 1974 Mr. Universe competition. He placed third. The winner that year was Arnold Schwarzenegger. Every week, Ray would be up onstage working really hard to make Jesus cool. There was arena-&shy;style seating and a rock band jamming out with the latest Christian contemporary pop. Everyone sang along, and if you didn&rsquo;t know the words that was okay because they were all right up there on the Jumbotron for you. It was Christian karaoke, basically. I always had a blast at mixed church.<br><br>White church was Rosebank Union in Sandton, a very white and wealthy part of Johannesburg. I loved white church because I didn&rsquo;t actually have to go to the main service. My mom would go to that, and I would go to the youth side, to Sunday school. In Sunday school we got to read cool stories. Noah and the flood was obviously a favorite; I had a personal stake there. But I also loved the stories about Moses parting the Red Sea, David slaying Goliath, Jesus whipping the money changers in the temple.<br><br>I grew up in a home with very little exposure to popular culture. Boyz II Men were not allowed in my mother&rsquo;s house. Songs about some guy grinding on a girl all night long? No, no, no. That was forbidden. I&rsquo;d hear the other kids at school singing &ldquo;End of the Road,&rdquo; and I&rsquo;d have no clue what was going on. I knew of these Boyz II Men, but I didn&rsquo;t really know who they were. The only music I knew was from church&#58; soaring, uplifting songs praising Jesus. It was the same with movies. My mom didn&rsquo;t want my mind polluted by movies with sex and violence. So the Bible was my action movie. Samson was my superhero. He was my He-&shy;Man. A guy beating a thousand people to death with the jawbone of a donkey? That&rsquo;s pretty badass. Eventually you get to Paul writing letters to the Ephesians and it loses the plot, but the Old Testament and the Gospels? I could quote you anything from those pages, chapter and verse. There were Bible games and quizzes every week at white church, and I kicked everyone&rsquo;s ass.<br><br>Then there was black church. There was always some kind of black church service going on somewhere, and we tried them all. In the township, that typically meant an outdoor, tent-&shy;revival-&shy;style church. We usually went to my grandmother&rsquo;s church, an old-&shy;school Methodist congregation, five hundred African grannies in blue-&shy;and-&shy;white blouses, clutching their Bibles and patiently burning in the hot African sun. Black church was rough, I won&rsquo;t lie. No air-&shy;conditioning. No lyrics up on Jumbotrons. And it lasted forever, three or four hours at least, which confused me because white church was only like an hour&mdash;in and out, thanks for coming. But at black church I would sit there for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out why time moved so slowly. Is it possible for time to actually stop? If so, why does it stop at black church and not at white church? I eventually decided black people needed more time with Jesus because we suffered more. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m here to fill up on my blessings for the week,&rdquo; my mother used to say. The more time we spent at church, she reckoned, the more blessings we accrued, like a Starbucks Rewards Card.<br><br>Black church had one saving grace. If I could make it to the third or fourth hour I&rsquo;d get to watch the pastor cast demons out of people. People possessed by demons would start running up and down the aisles like madmen, screaming in tongues. The ushers would tackle them, like bouncers at a club, and hold them down for the pastor. The pastor would grab their heads and violently shake them back and forth, shouting, &ldquo;I cast out this spirit in the name of Jesus!&rdquo; Some pastors were more violent than others, but what they all shared in common was that they wouldn&rsquo;t stop until the demon was gone and the congregant had gone limp and collapsed on the stage. The person had to fall. Because if he didn&rsquo;t fall that meant the demon was powerful and the pastor needed to come at him even harder. You could be a linebacker in the NFL. Didn&rsquo;t matter. That pastor was taking you down. Good Lord, that was fun.<br><br>Christian karaoke, badass action stories, and violent faith healers&mdash;man, I loved church. The thing I didn&rsquo;t love was the lengths we had to go to in order to get to church. It was an epic slog. We lived in Eden Park, a tiny suburb way outside Johannesburg. It took us an hour to get to white church, another forty-&shy;five minutes to get to mixed church, and another forty-&shy;five minutes to drive out to Soweto for black church. Then, if that weren&rsquo;t bad enough, some Sundays we&rsquo;d double back to white church for a special evening service. By the time we finally got home at night, I&rsquo;d collapse into bed.<br><br>This particular Sunday, the Sunday I was hurled from a moving car, started out like any other Sunday. My mother woke me up, made me porridge for breakfast. I took my bath while she dressed my baby brother Andrew, who was nine months old. Then we went out to the driveway, but once we were finally all strapped in and ready to go, the car wouldn&rsquo;t start. My mom had this ancient, broken-&shy;down, bright-&shy;tangerine Volkswagen Beetle that she picked up for next to nothing. The reason she got it for next to nothing was because it was always breaking down. To this day I hate secondhand cars. Almost everything that&rsquo;s ever gone wrong in my life I can trace back to a secondhand car. Secondhand cars made me get detention for being late for school. Secondhand cars left us hitchhiking on the side of the freeway. A secondhand car was also the reason my mom got married. If it hadn&rsquo;t been for the Volkswagen that didn&rsquo;t work, we never would have looked for the mechanic who became the husband who became the stepfather who became the man who tortured us for years and put a bullet in the back of my mother&rsquo;s head&mdash;I&rsquo;ll take the new car with the warranty every time.<br><br>As much as I loved church, the idea of a nine-&shy;hour slog, from mixed church to white church to black church then doubling back to white church again, was just too much to contemplate. It was bad enough in a car, but taking public transport would be twice as long and twice as hard. When the Volkswagen refused to start, inside my head I was praying, Please say we&rsquo;ll just stay home. Please say we&rsquo;ll just stay home. Then I glanced over to see the determined look on my mother&rsquo;s face, her jaw set, and I knew I had a long day ahead of me.<br><br>&ldquo;Come,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;We&rsquo;re going to catch minibuses.&rdquo;<br><br>My mother is as stubborn as she is religious. Once her mind&rsquo;s made up, that&rsquo;s it. Indeed, obstacles that would normally lead a person to change their plans, like a car breaking down, only made her more determined to forge ahead.<br><br>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s the Devil,&rdquo; she said about the stalled car. &ldquo;The Devil doesn&rsquo;t want us to go to church. That&rsquo;s why we&rsquo;ve got to catch minibuses.&rdquo;<br><br>Whenever I found myself up against my mother&rsquo;s faith-&shy;based obstinacy, I would try, as respectfully as possible, to counter with an opposing point of view.<br><br>&ldquo;Or,&rdquo; I said, &ldquo;the Lord knows that today we shouldn&rsquo;t go to church, which is why he made sure the car wouldn&rsquo;t start, so that we stay at home as a family and take a day of rest, because even the Lord rested.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Ah, that&rsquo;s the Devil talking, Trevor.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;No, because Jesus is in control, and if Jesus is in control and we pray to Jesus, he would let the car start, but he hasn&rsquo;t, therefore&mdash;&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;No, Trevor! Sometimes Jesus puts obstacles in your way to see if you overcome them. Like Job. This could be a test.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Ah! Yes, Mom. But the test could be to see if we&rsquo;re willing to accept what has happened and stay at home and praise Jesus for his wisdom.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;No. That&rsquo;s the Devil talking. Now go change your clothes.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;But Mom!&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Trevor! Sun&rsquo;qhela!&rdquo;<br><br>Sun&rsquo;qhela is a phrase with many shades of meaning. It says &ldquo;don&rsquo;t undermine me,&rdquo; &ldquo;don&rsquo;t underestimate me,&rdquo; and &ldquo;just try me.&rdquo; It&rsquo;s a command and a threat, all at once. It&rsquo;s a common thing for Xhosa parents to say to their kids. Any time I heard it I knew it meant the conversation was over, and if I uttered another word I was in for a hiding&mdash;what we call a spanking.<br><br>At the time I attended a private Catholic school known as Maryvale College. I was the champion of the Maryvale sports day every single year, and my mother won the moms&rsquo; trophy every single year. Why? Because she was always chasing me to kick my ass, and I was always running not to get my ass kicked. Nobody ran like me and my mom. She wasn&rsquo;t one of those &ldquo;Come over here and get your hiding&rdquo; type moms. She&rsquo;d deliver it to you free of charge. She was a thrower, too. Whatever was next to her was coming at you. If it was something breakable, I had to catch it and put it down. If it broke, that would be my fault, too, and the ass-&shy;kicking would be that much worse. If she threw a vase at me, I&rsquo;d have to catch it, put it down, and then run. In a split second, I&rsquo;d have to think, Is it valuable? Yes. Is it breakable? Yes. Catch it, put it down, now run.<br><br>We had a very Tom and Jerry relationship, me and my mom. She was the strict disciplinarian; I was naughty as shit. She would send me out to buy groceries, and I wouldn&rsquo;t come right home because I&rsquo;d be using the change from the milk and bread to play arcade games at the supermarket. I loved videogames. I was a master at Street Fighter. I could go forever on a single play. I&rsquo;d drop a coin in, time would fly, and the next thing I knew there&rsquo;d be a woman behind me with a belt. It was a race. I&rsquo;d take off out the door and through the dusty streets of Eden Park, clambering over walls, ducking through backyards. It was a normal thing in our neighborhood. Everybody knew&#58; that Trevor child would come through like a bat out of hell, and his mom would be right there behind him. She could go at a full sprint in high heels, but if she really wanted to come after me she had this thing where she&rsquo;d kick her shoes off while still going at top speed. She&rsquo;d do this weird move with her ankles and the heels would go flying and she wouldn&rsquo;t even miss a step. That&rsquo;s when I knew, Okay, she&rsquo;s in turbo mode now.<br><br>When I was little she always caught me, but as I got older I got faster, and when speed failed her she&rsquo;d use her wits. If I was about to get away she&rsquo;d yell, &ldquo;Stop! Thief!&rdquo; She&rsquo;d do this to her own child. In South Africa, nobody gets involved in other people&rsquo;s business&mdash;unless it&rsquo;s mob justice, and then everybody wants in. So she&rsquo;d yell &ldquo;Thief!&rdquo; knowing it would bring the whole neighborhood out against me, and then I&rsquo;d have strangers trying to grab me and tackle me, and I&rsquo;d have to duck and dive and dodge them as well, all the while screaming, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m not a thief! I&rsquo;m her son!&rdquo;<br><br>The last thing I wanted to do that Sunday morning was climb into some crowded minibus, but the second I heard my mom say sun&rsquo;qhela I knew my fate was sealed. She gathered up Andrew and we climbed out of the Volkswagen and went out to try to catch a ride.\"},{\"id\":\"50211722T\",\"type\":\"BN Review Long\",\"linkText\":\"The Barnes & Noble Review\",\"typeId\":\"1025\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"The Barnes & Noble Review\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<P>It remains to be seen whether <i>Daily Show</i> host Trevor Noah, the South African comic unexpectedly tapped in 2015 to replace the revered Jon Stewart, will prove adept at wringing satirical humor out of a reality that feels to many like dark satire. While during his early months in the hosting chair some complained that, as an outsider, Noah didn't evince Stewart's impassioned outrage at American political culture, his memoir, the rollicking yet tender <i>Born a Crime&#58; Stories from a South African Childhood,</i> provides solid indication that Noah's is a necessary voice for these times.<br><br> In addition to that, it's a great read. The book comprises eighteen autobiographical chapters, each prefaced by a short piece explaining a relevant element of South Africa's history of apartheid. Many of the chapters center on his relationship with his fearless and devout black Xhosa mother, who risked a prison term of up to five years by having a child with Noah's white father, a Swiss expat. Noah was indeed \\\"born a crime,\\\" and for the first five years of his life, until apartheid fell, he was mostly kept indoors, whether with his mother in her Johannesburg apartment or with his maternal grandmother in her Soweto township, to minimize the risk that the government would take him away.<br><br> \\\"We had a very Tom and Jerry relationship, me and my mom,\\\" writes Noah, a vivid storyteller who fondly recalls epic chases through the neighborhood as his mother sought to punish him for all manner of mischief and as he sought to escape a beating. As he grew fast enough to outrun her, she took to yelling \\\"thief\\\" to get bystanders involved in the pursuit. \\\"In South Africa, nobody gets involved in other people's business, unless it's mob justice, and then everybody wants in,\\\" Noah quips. His writing about his mother is loving and bighearted, especially as she becomes involved in an abusive relationship that culminates in a truly shocking outburst of violence that Noah's mother, miraculously, survives.<br><br> Throughout the memoir, Noah slyly illuminates the absurdities of a society built on racial hierarchy. When the light-skinned child was with his mother's extended family in the township, he was treated as white. Though he was the least well behaved of all the children, he was never beaten by his grandmother as his cousins were. \\\"A black child, you hit them and they stay black,\\\" she told his mother. \\\"Trevor, when you hit him he turns blue and green and yellow and red. I've never seen those colors before. I'm scared I'm going to break him. I don't want to kill a white person.\\\" While he's somewhat abashed to admit it now, Noah reveled in his special treatment. \\\"My own family basically did what the American justice system does&#58; I was given more lenient treatment than the black kids,\\\" he reports. \\\"Growing up the way I did, I learned how easy it is for white people to get comfortable with a system that awards them all the perks.\\\"<br><br> But when Noah's mother, who worked as a secretary, was eventually able to buy a home in the suburbs, Noah went from being \\\"the only white kid in the black township\\\" to being \\\"the only black kid in the white suburb.\\\" And although biracial, he was excluded from South Africa's mixed-race \\\"colored\\\" population, an ethnic group that traces its history back to the seventeenth century, to the sexual unions of Dutch colonists and African natives. He didn't quite belong anywhere, and growing up, he had few friends.<br><br> The book, focusing on Noah's boyhood, doesn't describe his decision to pursue comedy, but one can imagine that a childhood spent as a perpetual outsider, observing group dynamics to determine where he might fit in, has served Noah well in his chosen profession. There were so many times, he recalls, when he \\\"had to be a chameleon, navigate between groups, explain who I was.\\\" He survived it (and writes about it) well; expect him, in the coming months and years, to help explain us to ourselves.<br><br> <i>Barbara Spindel has covered books for Time Out New York, Newsweek.com, Details, and Spin. She holds a Ph.D. in American Studies.</i> <p>Reviewer&#58; Barbara Spindel\"},{\"id\":\"50236871T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":\"Michiko Kakutani\",\"sourceName\":\"The New York Times\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"&#8230;compelling&#8230;By turns alarming, sad and funny, [the] book provides a harrowing look, through the prism of Mr. Noah's family, at life in South Africa under apartheid and the country's lurching entry into a postapartheid era in the 1990s. Some stories will be familiar to fans who have followed the author's stand-up act. 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It looks like a tart, and is usually eaten warm. <br><br>(If you have no electric blender, work the eggs into the flour with a wooden spoon, gradually beat in the liquids, then strain the batter through a fine sieve.)<br><br></i>3 cups pitted black cherries<br>1 1/4 cups milk<br>2/3 cup granulated sugar<br>3 eggs<br>1 tablespoon vanilla extract<br>1/8 teaspoon salt<br>1/2 cup flour<br>Powdered sugar in a shaker<br><br>Preheat oven to 350 degrees.<br><br>Use fresh, black, sweet cherries in season. Otherwise use drained, canned, pitted Bing cherries, or frozen sweet cherries, thawed and drained.<br><br>Place the milk, 1/3 cup sugar, eggs, vanilla extract, salt, and flour in your blender jar in the order in which they are listed. Cover and blend at top speed for 1 minute.<br><br>Pour a 1/4-inch layer of batter in a 7- to 8-cup buttered, fireproof baking dish or pyrex pie plate about 1 1/2 inches deep. Set over moderate heat for a minute or two until a film of batter has set in the bottom of the dish. Remove from the heat. Spread the cherries over the batter and sprinkle on the remaining 1/3 cup of sugar. Pour on the rest of the batter and smooth the surface with the back of a spoon.<br><br>Place in middle position of preheated oven and bake for about an hour. The <i>clafouti</i> is done when it has puffed and browned, and a needle or knife plunged into its center comes out clean. Sprinkle top of <i>clafouti</i> with powdered sugar just before bringing it to the table. (The <i>clafouti</i> need not be served hot, but should still be warm. It will sink down slightly as it cools.)\"},{\"id\":\"8674083T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<html><body> <h4> Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume I </h4> <b> 40th Anniversary Edition </b> <hr noshade size=\\\"1\\\"><b> By Julia Child </b></hr> <h4><b> Knopf </b></h4> <font size=-1><b> Copyright &copy; 2001 </b></font> <font size=-1><b> Julia Child <br>All right reserved.</b></font><br> <font size=-1><b> ISBN&#58; 0375413405 </b></font><br> <hr noshade size='1'></hr>   Clafouti (Cherry Flan)<br><br><i>The clafouti (also spelled with a final \\\"s\\\" in both singular and plural) which is traditional in the Limousin during the cherry season is peasant cooking for family meals, and about as simple a dessert to make as you can imagine&#58; a pancake batter poured over fruit in a fireproof dish, then baked in the oven. It looks like a tart, and is usually eaten warm. </i><br><br><i>(If you have no electric blender, work the eggs into the flour with a wooden spoon, gradually beat in the liquids, then strain the batter through a fine sieve.)</i><br><br>3 cups pitted black cherries<br><br>1 1/4 cups milk<br><br>2/3 cup granulated sugar<br><br>3 eggs<br><br>1 tablespoon vanilla extract<br><br>1/8 teaspoon salt<br><br>1/2 cup flour<br><br>Powdered sugar in a shaker<br><br>For 6 to 8 people<br><br>Preheat oven to 350 degrees.<br><br>Use fresh, black, sweet cherries in season. Otherwise use drained, canned, pitted Bing cherries, or frozen sweet cherries, thawed and drained.<br><br>Place the milk, 1/3 cup sugar, eggs, vanilla extract, salt, and flour in your blender jar in the order in which they are listed. Cover and blend at top speed for 1 minute.<br><br>Pour a 1/4-inch layer of batter in a 7- to 8-cup buttered,fireproof baking dish or pyrex pie plate about 1 1/2 inches deep. Set over moderate heat for a minute or two until a film of batter has set in the bottom of the dish. Remove from the heat. Spread the cherries over the batter and sprinkle on the remaining 1/3 cup of sugar. Pour on the rest of the batter and smooth the surface with the back of a spoon.<br><br>Place in middle position of preheated oven and bake for about an hour. The <i>clafouti</i> is done when it has puffed and browned, and a needle or knife plunged into its center comes out clean. Sprinkle top of <i>clafouti</i> with powdered sugar just before bringing it to the table. (The <i>clafouti</i> need not be served hot, but should still be warm. It will sink down slightly as it cools.) <BR><BR><i>Continues...</i> </i></b> <br> <blockquote><hr noshade size='1'><font size='-2'> Excerpted from <b>Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume I</b>  by <b>Julia Child</b>  Copyright &copy; 2001   by Julia Child.  Excerpted by permission.<br> All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.<br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. </font><hr noshade size='1'></blockquote></body></html>\"},{\"id\":\"119393959T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>Praise for Julia Child and <i>Mastering the Art of French Cooking</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Has it really been 40 years since Julia Child rescued Americans from dreary casseroles?   This reissue ... is what a cookbook should be: packed   with sumptuous recipes, detailed instructions, and precise line drawings.  Some of   the instructions look daunting, but as Child herself says in the introduction, 'If   you can read, you can cook.'\\\" -<i>Entertainment Weekly</i><br/><br/>\\\"Julia Child paved the way for Chez Panisse and so many others by demystifying French food and by reconnecting pleasure and delight with cooking and eating at the table. She brought forth a culture of American ingredients and gave us all the confidence to cook with them in the pursuit of flavor.\\\" -Alice Waters, Chez Panisse<br/><br/> \\\"<i>Mastering the Art of French Cooking</i> was one of my first introductions to my foundation of understanding the art of French cooking. The combination of reading Julia's book, working in the kitchen, and watching her television shows helped lead me to my beginnings in serious cuisine. Julia is . . . the grande dame of cooking, who has touched all of our lives with her immense respect and appreciation of cuisine.\\\" -Emeril Lagasse, Emeril's Restaurant<br/><br/> \\\"Julia has slowly but surely altered our way of thinking about food. She has taken the fear out of the term 'haute cuisine.' She has increased gastronomic awareness a thousandfold by stressing the importance of good foundation and technique, and she has elevated our consciousness to the refined pleasures of dining. Through the years her shows have kept me in rapt attention, and her humor has kept me in stitches. She is a national treasure, a culinary trendsetter, and a born educator beloved by all.\\\" -Thomas Keller, The French Laundry<br/><br/> \\\"Julia freed the American public from their fears of cooking French. By doing so, she greatly expanded the audience for all serious food writers. Her demystification prepared that public for the rest of us. I believe that the television shows based on that landmark book did even more to encourage reluctant cooks to try their hands . . . much to our benefit.\\\" -Mimi Sheraton<br/><br/> \\\"1961 A.D. Julia Child's <i>Mastering the Art of French Cooking</i> is published. Her black-and-white TV show on WGBH in Boston soon follows. Child is one of the great teachers of the millennium: She is intelligent and charismatic, and her undistinguished manual skills are not daunting to her viewers. An entire generation of ambitious American home cooks is instantly born.\\\" -Jeffrey Steingarten\"},{\"id\":\"8610240T\",\"type\":\"Short Editorial\",\"linkText\":\"From Barnes & Noble\",\"typeId\":\"1008\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"bn.com\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"The book that started it all. When <i>Mastering the Art of French Cooking</i>, the product of nearly a decade of work, was first released in 1961, it started a revolution.      <p>No single cookbook has influenced more chefs or inspired more home cooks to try something ambitious, authentic, and refined on their own. It changed the face of food writing as well, with its precisely detailed instructions and ingredient lists. As Paula Wolfert is quoted as saying in No&euml;l Riley Fitch's biography of Julia Child, \\\"Just as it's been said that all Russian literature has been taken from Gogol's overcoat, so all American food writing has been derived from Julia's apron.\\\" A tattered copy of the first edition can be found in just about every baby boomer's kitchen. \"},{\"id\":\"119393961T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>JULIA CHILD, a native of California and a Smith College graduate; Simone (\\\"Simca\\\") Beck, French-born and -educated; and Louisette Bertholle, half French and half American, educated in both countries, represented an even blending of the two backgrounds and were singularly equipped to write about French cooking for Americans. Child studied at Paris's famous <i>Cordon Bleu</i>, and all three authors worked under various distinguished French chefs. In 1951 they started their own cooking school in Paris, <i>L'Ecole des Trois Gourmandes</i>, at the same time that <i>Mastering the Art of French Cooking</i> was taking shape. After that, Simone Beck published two cookbooks, <i>Simca's Cuisine</i> in 1972 and<i> New Menus from Simca's Cuisine</i> in 1979, and she continued to teach cooking in France until her death in 1991. Louisette Bertholle also had several cookery books published. In 1963, Boston's WGBH launched <i>The French Chef</i> television series, which made Julia Child a national celebrity, earning her the Peabody Award in 1965 and an Emmy in 1966. Several public television shows and numerous cookbooks followed. She died in 2004.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"8674096T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"JULIA CHILD, a native of California and a Smith College graduate; Simone (&ldquo;Simca&rdquo;) Beck, French-born and -educated; and Louisette Bertholle, half French and half American, educated in both countries, represented an even blending of the two backgrounds and were singularly equipped to write about French cooking for Americans. Child studied at Paris&rsquo;s famous <i>Cordon Bleu</i>, and all three authors worked under various distinguished French chefs. In 1951 they started their own cooking school in Paris, <i>L&rsquo;Ecole des Trois Gourmandes</i>, at the same time that <i>Mastering the Art of French Cooking</i> was taking shape. After that, Simone Beck published two cookbooks, <i>Simca&rsquo;s Cuisine</i> in 1972 and<i> New Menus from Simca&rsquo;s Cuisine</i> in 1979, and she continued to teach cooking in France until her death in 1991. Louisette Bertholle also had several cookery books published. In 1963, Boston&rsquo;s WGBH launched <i>The French Chef</i> television series, which made Julia Child a national celebrity, earning her the Peabody Award in 1965 and an Emmy in 1966. Several public television shows and numerous cookbooks followed. 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This luminous new edition continues on that important tradition while seamlessly weaving in modern touches, making it all the more indispensable for generations to come.” —Samin Nosrat, author of Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat “Cooking shouldn’t just be about making a delicious dish—owning the process and enjoying the experience ought to be just as important as the meal itself. The new Joy of Cooking is a reminder that nothing can compare to gathering around the table for a home cooked meal with the people who matter most.” —Joanna Gaines, author of Magnolia Table In the nearly ninety years since Irma S. Rombauer self-published the first three thousand copies of Joy of Cooking in 1931, it has become the kitchen bible, with more than 20 million copies in print. This new edition of Joy has been thoroughly revised and expanded by Irma’s great-grandson John Becker and his wife, Megan Scott.John and Megan developed more than six hundred new recipes for this edition, tested and tweaked thousands of classic recipes, and updated every section of every chapter to reflect the latest ingredients and techniques available to today’s home cooks. Their strategy for revising this edition was the same one Irma and Marion employed: Vet, research, and improve Joy’s coverage of legacy recipes while introducing new dishes, modern cooking techniques, and comprehensive information on ingredients now available at farmers’ markets and grocery stores. You will find tried-and-true favorites like Banana Bread Cockaigne, Chocolate Chip Cookies, and Southern Corn Bread—all retested and faithfully improved—as well as new favorites like Chana Masala, Beef Rendang, Megan’s Seeded Olive Oil Granola, and Smoked Pork Shoulder. In addition to a thoroughly modernized vegetable chapter, there are many more vegan and vegetarian recipes, including Caramelized Tamarind Tempeh, Crispy Pan-Fried Tofu, Spicy Chickpea Soup, and Roasted Mushroom Burgers. Joy’s baking chapters now include gram weights for accuracy, along with a refreshed lineup of baked goods like Cannelés de Bordeaux, Rustic No-Knead Sourdough, Ciabatta, Chocolate-Walnut Babka, and Chicago-Style Deep-Dish Pizza, as well as gluten-free recipes for pizza dough and yeast breads. A new chapter on streamlined cooking explains how to economize time, money, and ingredients and avoid waste. You will learn how to use a diverse array of ingredients, from amaranth to za’atar. New techniques include low-temperature and sous vide cooking, fermentation, and cooking with both traditional and electric pressure cookers. Barbecuing, smoking, and other outdoor cooking methods are covered in even greater detail. This new edition of Joy is the perfect combination of classic recipes, new dishes, and indispensable reference information for today’s home cooks. Whether it is the only cookbook on your shelf or one of many, Joy is and has been the essential and trusted guide for home cooks for almost a century. This new edition continues that legacy.","<b>“Generation after generation, <i>Joy </i>has been a warm, encouraging presence in American kitchens, teaching us to cook with grace and humor. This luminous new edition continues on that important tradition while seamlessly weaving in modern touches, making it all the more indispensable for generations to come.” —Samin Nosrat, author of <i>Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat</i></b><br> <br><b>“Cooking shouldn’t just be about making a delicious dish—owning the process and enjoying the experience ought to be just as important as the meal itself. The new <i>Joy of Cooking</i> is a reminder that nothing can compare to gathering around the table for a home cooked meal with the people who matter most.” —Joanna Gaines, author of<i> Magnolia Table</i></b><br> <br><b>In the nearly ninety years since Irma S. Rombauer self-published the first three thousand copies of <i>Joy of Cooking </i>in 1931, it has become the kitchen bible, with more than 20 million copies in print. This new edition of <i>Joy</i> has been thoroughly revised and expanded by Irma’s great-grandson John Becker and his wife, Megan Scott.</b><br><br>John and Megan developed more than six hundred new recipes for this edition, tested and tweaked thousands of classic recipes, and updated every section of every chapter to reflect the latest ingredients and techniques available to today’s home cooks. Their strategy for revising this edition was the same one Irma and Marion employed: Vet, research, and improve <i>Joy</i>’s coverage of legacy recipes while introducing new dishes, modern cooking techniques, and comprehensive information on ingredients now available at farmers’ markets and grocery stores.<br> <br>You will find tried-and-true favorites like Banana Bread Cockaigne, Chocolate Chip Cookies, and Southern Corn Bread—all retested and faithfully improved—as well as new favorites like Chana Masala, Beef Rendang, Megan’s Seeded Olive Oil Granola, and Smoked Pork Shoulder. In addition to a thoroughly modernized vegetable chapter, there are many more vegan and vegetarian recipes, including Caramelized Tamarind Tempeh, Crispy Pan-Fried Tofu, Spicy Chickpea Soup, and Roasted Mushroom Burgers. <i>Joy</i>’s baking chapters now include gram weights for accuracy, along with a refreshed lineup of baked goods like Cannelés de Bordeaux, Rustic No-Knead Sourdough, Ciabatta, Chocolate-Walnut Babka, and Chicago-Style Deep-Dish Pizza, as well as gluten-free recipes for pizza dough and yeast breads.<br> <br>A new chapter on streamlined cooking explains how to economize time, money, and ingredients and avoid waste. You will learn how to use a diverse array of ingredients, from amaranth to za’atar. New techniques include low-temperature and sous vide cooking, fermentation, and cooking with both traditional and electric pressure cookers. Barbecuing, smoking, and other outdoor cooking methods are covered in even greater detail.<br> <br>This new edition of <i>Joy</i> is the perfect combination of classic recipes, new dishes, and indispensable reference information for today’s home cooks. Whether it is the only cookbook on your shelf or one of many, <i>Joy</i> is and has been the essential and trusted guide for home cooks for almost a century. 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Many of the variations yield enough for an additional small casserole of stuffing. To stuff an oven roaster or 6 to 8 rock Cornish hens, halve the recipes. For a larger turkey, increase all the ingredients by half. The optional egg makes the stuffing firm. If you prefer the bread to be moist, skip the toasting step.    <P>Position a rack in the center of the oven. Preheat the oven to 400°F.    <P>Toast until golden brown:  <BLOCKQUOTE>1 pound sliced firm white sandwich, French, or Italian bread, including crusts, cut into 1/2-inch  cubes, or 10 cups lightly packed bread cubes</BLOCKQUOTE>    <P>Turn into a large bowl. Heat in a large skillet over medium-high heat until the foam subsides:  <BLOCKQUOTE>4 to 8 tablespoons (1/2 to 1 stick) unsalted butter</BLOCKQUOTE>    <P>Add and cook, stirring, until tender, about 5 minutes:  <BLOCKQUOTE>2 cups chopped onions  1 cup finely chopped celery</BLOCKQUOTE>    <P>Remove from the heat and stir in:  <BLOCKQUOTE>1/4 to 1/2 cup minced fresh  parsley<BR>  1 teaspoon dried sage, or 1 tablespoon minced fresh<BR>  1 teaspoon dried thyme, or 1 tablespoon minced fresh<BR>  I teaspoon salt<BR>  1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper<BR>  1/4 teaspoon freshly grated or ground nutmeg<BR>  1/8 teaspoon ground cloves</BLOCKQUOTE>    Stir into the bread cubes and toss until well combined. Depending on how much  butter you started with and how firm you want the stuffing, stir in, a little at a time, until the stuffing is lightly moist but not packed together:  <BLOCKQUOTE>1/3 to 1 cup chicken stock  1 to 2 large eggs, well beaten (optional)</BLOCKQUOTE>    <P>Adjust the seasonings. To use as a stuffing, reheat just before spooning it into the bird(s). Or moisten with  additional:   <BLOCKQUOTE>Stock and/or egg</BLOCKQUOTE>  and turn into a large, shallow buttered baking dish. Bake in a 350°F oven until the top has formed a crust and the stuffing is heated through, 25 to 40 minutes.    <P>This information can be found in the <I>Joy Of Cooking</I>'s Poultry chapter.    <P><B>RULES FOR STUFFING BIRDS</B>    <P>1. Always stuff the bird just before roasting<never ahead of time, which would give any harmful bacteria that might be present in the cavity ample time to breed.     <P>2. Have the stuffing hot and pack it loosely in the body and neck cavities. The stuffing must reach a temperature of 160°F during roasting to ensure that any possible pathogens are killed. If it is cold and packed tightly into the bird, it will not heat to this point until long after the bird is cooked through.    <P>3. You must close the cavities in order to keep the stuffing in place. The quickest and most efficient way to do this is by sewingthe cavities shut with  a trussing needle and twine. If you do not own a trussing needle, secure the body cavity with small skewers and lacing (kits for this purpose are sold at kitchen shops) and close the neck cavity with toothpicks.    <P>4. When the bird has cooked through, take the temperature of the stuffing by plunging the stem of the thermometer deep into the body cavity. If the stuffing has not yet reached 160°F, simply take the bird out of the oven, scoop the stuffing into a buttered casserole, and bake it in the hot oven while the bird stands before carving.     <P>5. Finally, always take all the stuffing out of the cooked bird as soon as you begin to carve. Stuffing left inside a large turkey may remain warm for several hours, even if the bird is refrigerated, providing a perfect environment for bacterial growth.      <P><font size=-1>Copyright  &copy; 1997 by Simon & Schuster Inc., The Joy of CookingTrust and the MRB Revocable Trust</font>\"},{\"id\":\"103840382T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>One<br>Daily Prayer<br>Daily prayer is the hardest form of prayer. It's natural to turn to God when things go wrong-when you are in pain or when you are frightened or depressed. It's easy to turn to God in times of joy-at a birth or a wedding, or on a holiday. But making the commitment to open your heart up to God every single day is quite a challenge. There are days when we feel moved, and there are days when we feel nothing. All too often, daily prayer seems like a tedious burden. We want our experiences of prayer to be inspirational, exceptional, but daily prayer is rooted in the unspectacular routine of our lives. Most of us see nothing awe inspiring about getting out of bed in the morning, or grabbing a bite to eat, or nodding off to sleep at night. But we couldn't be more mistaken.<br>Sometimes it takes an illness to remind us how wondrous it is wake up healthy, to be able to get out of bed and eat and work. Suddenly, the mundane routines we had taken for granted seem precious. We find ourselves giving thanks for small miracles that we never even noticed before. The first meal after surgery. The first step on our own. The first breath of fresh air. The first night at home in our own bed. Of course, we shouldn't have to suffer an illness in order to be grateful for all the ways God blesses us. Daily prayer is a far more pleasant way to achieve the same goal. Taking the time to pray heightens our awareness of God's presence in our lives. It reminds us that God is constantly calling out to us.<br>One of my favorite quotes from the Jewish mystical teachings is this: &quot;Every blade of grass has an angel that hovers over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'&quot; God is here. God iswatching over us and hoping for us. God is waiting for us to notice the beauty in every breath we take, the potential in every encounter, the extraordinary possibilities of every ordinary day.<br>Once, a young man whose wife died in a car accident came to speak to me. He had a strong and burly build, but his eyes were soft and sad. He told me that he couldn't pray now, when he needed God most, because he felt like a hypocrite. He had never prayed before, and he didn't think he had the right to start a relationship with God when he had no history with God. I said to him, &quot;God is already in a relationship with you. You don't need to introduce yourself. God already knows you and already loves you. God suffers with you and is longing to hear your voice.&quot;<br>We are in a relationship with God every day whether we notice it or not. God is waiting for our response.<br>Morning<br>When we wake up in the morning, we remember to prepare our bodies for the day ahead of us. We wash, we dress, we eat. Would you ever think of leaving the house without brushing your teeth? And yet we rarely take the time to prepare our souls for the day ahead of us. It doesn't need to take very long. Just a minute or two each morning. But a simple morning prayer can literally transform the way we think, feel, behave, and work. A morning prayer helps to remind us how blessed we are-even on those days when you sleep through the alarm, when the coffee spills on your lap, when the toast burns, when the kids are whining, when nothing seems to be going right. Even brief prayer can give us the courage to confront a difficult day, and it can give us the insight to recognize a miraculous one.<br>Before you race out the door take a moment. Take a deep breath in, let a deep breath out, and talk to God. Tell God your hopes for the new day and your worries too. And don't forget to notice something to be thankful for this day.<br><i><br>A Morning Prayer<br>There are so many things I take for granted. May I not ignore them today.<br>Just for today, help me, God, to remember that my life is a gift, that my health is a blessing, that this new day is filled with awesome potential, that I have the capacity to bring something wholly new and unique and good into this world.<br>Just for today, help me, God, to remember to be kind and patient to the people who love me, and to those who work with me too. Teach me to see all the beauty that I so often ignore, and to listen to the silent longing of my own soul.<br>Just for today, help me, God, to remember You.<br>Let this be a good day, God, full of joy and love. Amen. </i><br><i>A Prayer for the Body<br>Thank You, God, for the body You have given me. Most of the time I take my health for granted. I forget how fortunate I am to live without pain or disability, how blessed I am to be able to see and hear and walk and eat. I forget that this body of mine, with all its imperfections, is a gift from You.<br>When I am critical of my appearance, remind me, God, that I am created in Your holy image. If I become jealous of someone else's appearance, teach me to treasure my unique form.<br>Help me, God, to care for my body. Teach me to refrain from any action that will bring harm to me. If I fall prey to a self-destructive habit, fill me with the strength to conquer my cravings.<br>Lead me to use my body wisely, God. Guide my every limb, God, to perform acts of compassion and kindness.<br>I thank You, God, for creating me as I am. Amen. </i><br>Food on Our Table<br>Last winter I went to see an exhibit of Norman Rockwell paintings that has been traveling around the country. One painting made a lasting impression on me. The setting is a bustling diner at lunchtime. The scene is so vivid that you can almost hear the chatter and smell the scents of eggs, burgers, and coffee wafting through the air. On one side of a crowded table a Mennonite mother sits beside her young son. Their heads are bowed in silent prayer. This private moment of devotion creates calm in the midst of the clamor. All eyes in the room are fixed on them. The expression on the bystanders' faces is a combination of curiosity and awe. It moved me.<br>We have the capacity to change the pace and tone of our lives in an instant. We can gobble down our food without even paying attention to what we are eating, or we can take a moment and stop.<br>Before you eat, take the time to breathe deeply. Look at the food in front of you. Appreciate it. Remember to thank the person who took the time to prepare this food for you. And thank God for the blessed meal before you.<br>Thanks to the cook<br>When my husband was courting me, he used to walk me home from synagogue on Saturdays. One day I invited him in. We sat talking for hours sipping tea, and it never occurred to me to offer him something to eat-I didn't know how to cook. At one point I got up to use the bathroom, and he used the occasion to hunt through my cupboards. He was starving. But all he found was a bag of stale potato chips and two cans of tuna. When I returned from the bathroom, I found him looking around my barren kitchen. He picked up a tuna can and asked, &quot;Do you eat it out of the can like a cat?&quot; &quot;Well, yes,&quot; I admitted. That night Rob brought me to his apartment and cooked me a magnificent meal. The rest is history. Although every now and then for nostalgia's sake, he opens up a can of tuna and calls, &quot;Here, kitty, kitty.&quot;<br><i>A Blessing over Food<br>Thank You, God, for the food on my table and for the cook who, like You, knows the secrets of creation. Thank You for plants, animals, and water, and for my own life, which You nourish and sustain each day. Please, God, answer the prayers of all those who turn to You in need. May all who are hungry be blessed with food. May I never be indifferent to the cries of those in need of my assistance. May I never take my good fortune for granted. Thank You, God, Creator of all. Amen. </i><br>Difficult Days<br>It was a Monday morning. I knew in advance it was going to be a painful day. A member of my congregation was dying. I had been up all night with my one-month-old daughter, Noa, who was doing her best to turn colic into an art form. My two-year-old son, Adi, was busy taking fistfuls of mud from the ficus tree in our living room and dumping them onto the floor. This was our second day in our new home. I had a sinus infection and an ear infection. A friend of mine volunteered to watch my children so that I could visit Marty.<br>I drove to the hospital, made my way to Marty's room, and saw him lying there ashen and unconscious. His nurse took me aside and told me that he probably would not make it through the night. I thanked her for her honesty. Marty was only fifty. Six months before I had taken a walk with him on the boardwalk that runs along Venice Beach. I had trouble keeping up with his pace. He exercised daily, ate well, had a perpetual suntan, and was forever making fun of my pale, or, as he put it, green, complexion. &quot;You need to get your face out of the Talmud and into the sun, Rabbi.&quot; I stood beside Marty and recited the final confessional. Then I blessed him and bade him farewell.<br>I took the elevator to the lobby, headed back to the parking garage, got into my car, and started driving in a total daze. My mind was on Marty, not the road. I accidentally drove my car onto a cement island that separated the lanes in the parking lot. Embarrassed and shaken, I tried to drive off the island, but my car wouldn't budge. People behind me were honking and shouting. Finally, two men got out of their cars and pushed my car off the island as I steered.<br>Before returning home I decided to drive back to our old apartment to check if we had left anything behind in the haste of packing. When I got there, I saw that the door was ajar. The painters were there repainting the whole place. I told them that I was the old tenant; they nodded at me. I suddenly realized that I had returned to say goodbye. I bid farewell to my son's lavender bedroom that we had painted ourselves, and to the little yard where we had kept three chickens. I stepped back inside to take a final look out the living room window, which had a spectacular view of the ocean, and I noticed something on the floor.<br>The painters had spread drop cloths all over the place, so at first I thought that I must be mistaken. But when I got closer I recognized it. One of the painters was standing on my tallis, my prayer shawl. It was the prayer shawl my dean had presented to me and draped over my shoulders on the day I became a rabbi. I asked the painter to step off the cloth, then I picked it up and walked out the door. It was spattered with paint. I sat down on the front step, draped my tallis across my lap, and, in honor of Marty, I turned my face to the sun. The warm light felt good against my wet cheeks.<br><i>A Prayer for Bad Days<br> Be with me, God. I feel so lost. I can't seem to escape the dark cloud that is hanging over me today. Help me, God. Give me strength to combat despair and fear. Show me how to put my pain into perspective. Teach me to have faith in the new day that is coming.<br>Thank You, God, for today's blessings, for tomorrow's hope, and for Your abiding love. Amen. </i><br><i>A Prayer for Those Days When Life Spins Out of Control<br>When I panic, God, teach me patience.<br>When I fear, teach me faith.<br>When I doubt myself, teach me confidence.<br>When I despair, teach me hope.<br>When I lose perspective, show me the way-<br>back to love, back to life, back to You. Amen. </i><br>Seeking the Ability to Pray<br>Having the desire to pray doesn't necessarily lead to prayer. There are numerous obstacles that prevent us from speaking to God. Distractions from outside combine with resistance from inside, and it is no wonder that prayer rarely comes easily. What helps? Make time for daily reflection. Don't feel inhibited by your lack of eloquence. If no great thought enters your heart, just remember to give thanks for something each day. Don't allow guilt or shame to cause you to hide from God. Search for sources of inspiration-the beauty of nature, the love of your family, your health, your hopes for this world. If no words rise up from you, say a prayer for the ability to pray.<br><i>A Prayer for the Ability to Pray<br>Dear God, as I pray, day after unpredictable day,<br>May the voice of my soul spring forth from my lips.<br>May I turn to You, God, in tears, in laughter, and in song.<br>And may my prayers be answered. Amen. <br>A Prayer for Daily Insight<br>Open my eyes, God. Help me to perceive what I have ignored, to uncover what I have forsaken, to find what I have been searching for. Remind me that I don't have to journey far to discover something new, for miracles surround me, blessings and holiness abound. And You are near. Amen. </i><br>Mentors in Unlikely Places<br>A couple of years ago when we were doing some construction on our home, my husband and I and our two children moved in with his parents. My mother-in-law had just bought a beautiful downy white couch. As you can imagine, they weren't eager for my children to jump on this highly stainable piece of new furniture, and I did my best to keep the kids out of the living room.<br>The inevitable occurred when my in-laws were gone for the weekend. My son, in search of a napkin, found the nice white couch and proceeded to wipe his hands full of peanut butter and jelly on it. The minute I saw the golden streak across the sofa cushion I started to panic. I called friend after friend asking for advice on how to remove the stain. Soda water was the most common response. Some recommended Shout. Luckily it was a slipcover, and my friend Jane recommended a very reputable dry cleaner. Needless to say, the next morning I arrived at the dry cleaner's at six and waited for him to open the store. He welcomed me in, and I proceeded to tell him the tale of the brand-new white couch with the peanut butter smeared on it and how my in-laws were returning the following day and how I needed his help. The man held the slipcover in his hands, examined it, and said, &quot;It's my experience that the best way to handle a situation like this is honesty. After all, what if I clean the cover and it comes out a different shade of white from the rest of the couch? That would make things much worse. I think you should calmly sit down with your mother-in-law and just explain what happened.&quot; When he handed me back the slipcover, I looked at him and said, &quot;You're not a dry cleaner, you're a rabbi!&quot;</p>Copyright&#169; 2002 by Naomi Levy\"},{\"id\":\"103840381T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<P><font size=\\\"+1\\\">Roasted Brined Turkey</font> <P> <i>10 to 25 servings; 1 pound turkey per person</i> <P> Brining -- that is, soaking the turkey in a solution of water and salt -- helps the bird retain moisture and seasons the meat throughout. This recipe calls for a 4-to 6-hour soak. If it better suits your schedule, you can decrease the salt by half (in proportion to the water) and soak the turkey for 12 to 18 hours. Do not brine self-basting turkeys or kosher turkeys, both of which already have been treated with salt. Before beginning, please read About Turkey, 611, and About Roasted Turkey, 612. For information on removing the wishbone, trussing, testing for doneness, and carving, see Roasting Whole Poultry, 572. <P> Remove the giblets and neck from, then rinse: <P> <b>1 turkey (15 to 25 pounds)</b> <P> In a clean bucket or other container large enough to hold the turkey, mix until the salt dissolves: <P> <b>2 pounds salt (2 cups table salt or 4 cups kosher salt)<BR> 2 gallons water</b> <P> Submerge the turkey in the solution. If the turkey is not completely covered, prepare additional brine using a ratio of 1 pound salt to 1 gallon water. Set the turkey in a very cool spot for 4 to 6 hours. <P> Position a rack at the lowest level of the oven. Preheat the oven to 325&#176;F. <P> Remove the turkey from the brine. Thoroughly rinse inside and out, then pat the skin and both cavities dry. To facilitate carving, you may wish to remove the leg tendons and wishbone. Place in the large cavity: <P> <b>1 onion, peeled and quartered<BR> 1 carrot, peeled and cut into 1-inch chunks<BR> 1 small celery stalk, cut into 1-inch chunks<BR> 1 teaspoon dried thyme, or 8 sprigs fresh (optional)</b> <P> See Turned Roasted Chicken, 580. Perform a simple truss, 572; there is no need to close the cavities. Brush the turkey skin all over with: <P> <b>4 to 6 tablespoons melted butter, depending on the size of the turkey</b> <P> Place a V-rack or sturdy wire rack in a roasting pan and arrange the turkey breast side down on the rack. If you are using a flat rack and the turkey topples over, prop it up with balls of aluminum foil. Pour into the roasting pan: <P> <b>3/4 cup water</b> <P> Roast the turkey breast side down for 2 hours if it weighs 18 pounds or less, 2 1/2 hours if it weighs between 18 and 21 pounds, and 3 hours if it weighs more than 21 pounds. Baste the back and legs once or twice with: <P> <b>2 to 3 tablespoons melted butter</b> <P> Remove the turkey from the oven. Protecting your hands with paper towels, grasp the turkey at both ends and turn breast side up. Return the turkey to the oven and roast, basting once or twice with pan drippings, until an instant-read thermometer plunged into the thickest part of the thigh registers 175&#176; to 180&#176;F, 30 to 90 minutes more, depending on the turkey's size. (If the turkey approaches doneness before the breast has browned, increase the oven temperature to 400&#176;F for the last 5 to 10 minutes of roasting.) Remove the turkey to a platter and let stand for 20 to 40 minutes. Meanwhile, if you wish, make: <P> <b>Quick Turkey Gravy, 615, Giblet Gravy, 615, or Reduced-Fat Giblet Gravy, above</b> <P><BR> <font size=\\\"+1\\\">High-Heat Roasted Turkey</font> <P> <i>12 to 15 servings</i> <P> This high-heat roast delivers a beautifully browned, intensely flavorful bird, and it only requires attention to a few details. Because the turkey must be flipped from side to side every 30 minutes, only a relatively small bird is feasible. And because the turkey is cooked directly on the pan, not on a rack, the pan must be nonstick, preferably heavy. Before beginning, please read About Turkey, 611, and About Roasted Turkey, 613. For information on removing the wishbone, stuffing, trussing, testing for doneness, and carving, see Roasting Whole Poultry, 572. <P> Position a rack at the lowest level of the oven. Preheat the oven to 425&#176;F. <P> Remove the giblets and neck from, then rinse inside and out and pat dry: <P> <b>1 turkey (12 to 15 pounds)</b> <P> To facilitate carving, you may wish to remove the wishbone. Generously rub the body and neck cavities and sprinkle the skin with: <P> <b>Salt</b> <P> If you wish to stuff the bird, prepare and have <i>hot:</i> <P> <b>Bread Stuffing or Dressing or a variation, 482 to 483, or Corn Bread Stuffing or a variation, 484</b> <P> Loosely pack the body and neck cavities with stuffing and close the vents. Perform a simple truss, 572. Place the turkey in a heavy nonstick roasting pan and brush all over with: <P> <b>4 to 5 tablespoons melted butter</b> <P> Arrange the turkey so that it rests on one of its sides, that is, with a drumstick pointing up. If the turkey topples over, prop it up with balls of aluminum foil. Roast for 30 minutes. Remove the turkey from the oven. Protecting your hands with paper towels, grasp the turkey at both ends and turn it onto its other side, again propping it up with foil if necessary. Baste all exposed skin with pan drippings, then roast for 30 minutes. Turn and baste twice more so that the turkey roasts twice on each side, for a total of 2 hours. Turn the turkey breast side up, baste, and roast until an instant-read thermometer plunged into the thickest part of the thigh registers 175&#176;F, 10 to 30 minutes more. (To be safe to eat, the stuffing must register at least 160&#176;F. If the bird is done but the stuffing is not, remove the stuffing from the bird and bake it in a buttered casserole while the bird stands.) Remove the turkey to a platter and let stand for at least 20 minutes before carving. Meanwhile, if you wish, make: <P> <b>Quick Turkey Gravy, 615, Giblet Gravy, 615, or Reduced-Fat Giblet Gravy, 616</b> <P> <font size=\\\"-1\\\">Copyright &copy; 1997 by Simon & Schuster Inc., The Joy of Cooking Trust and The MRB Revocable Trust</font>\"},{\"id\":\"103840387T\",\"type\":\"First Chapter\",\"linkText\":\"Read a Sample Chapter\",\"typeId\":\"1010\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<html>  <head>   <title></title>  </head>    <body>  <P>One<BR>Daily Prayer</P>  <P>Daily prayer is the hardest form of prayer. It's natural to turn to God when   things go wrong-when you are in pain or when you are frightened or depressed.   It's easy to turn to God in times of joy-at a birth or a wedding, or on a   holiday. But making the commitment to open your heart up to God every single day   is quite a challenge. There are days when we feel moved, and there are days when   we feel nothing. All too often, daily prayer seems like a tedious burden. We   want our experiences of prayer to be inspirational, exceptional, but daily   prayer is rooted in the unspectacular routine of our lives. Most of us see   nothing awe inspiring about getting out of bed in the morning, or grabbing a   bite to eat, or nodding off to sleep at night. But we couldn't be more   mistaken.</P>  <P>Sometimes it takes an illness to remind us how wondrous it is wake up   healthy, to be able to get out of bed and eat and work. Suddenly, the mundane   routines we had taken for granted seem precious. We find ourselves giving thanks   for small miracles that we never even noticed before. The first meal after   surgery. The first step on our own. The first breath of fresh air. The first   night at home in our own bed. Of course, we shouldn't have to suffer an illness   in order to be grateful for all the ways God blesses us. Daily prayer is a far   more pleasant way to achieve the same goal. Taking the time to pray heightens   our awareness of God's presence in our lives. It reminds us that God is   constantly calling out to us.</P>  <P>One of my favorite quotes from the Jewish mystical teachings is this: \\\"Every   blade of grass has an angel that hovers over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'\\\" God   is here. God is watching over us and hoping for us. God is waiting for us to   notice the beauty in every breath we take, the potential in every encounter, the   extraordinary possibilities of every ordinary day.</P>  <P>Once, a young man whose wife died in a car accident came to speak to me. He   had a strong and burly build, but his eyes were soft and sad. He told me that he   couldn't pray now, when he needed God most, because he felt like a hypocrite. He   had never prayed before, and he didn't think he had the right to start a   relationship with God when he had no history with God. I said to him, \\\"God is   already in a relationship with you. You don't need to introduce yourself. God   already knows you and already loves you. God suffers with you and is longing to   hear your voice.\\\"</P>  <P>We are in a relationship with God every day whether we notice it or not. God   is waiting for our response.</P>  <P><BR>Morning</P>  <P>When we wake up in the morning, we remember to prepare our bodies for the day   ahead of us. We wash, we dress, we eat. Would you ever think of leaving the   house without brushing your teeth? And yet we rarely take the time to prepare   our souls for the day ahead of us. It doesn't need to take very long. Just a   minute or two each morning. But a simple morning prayer can literally transform   the way we think, feel, behave, and work. A morning prayer helps to remind us   how blessed we are-even on those days when you sleep through the alarm, when the   coffee spills on your lap, when the toast burns, when the kids are whining, when   nothing seems to be going right. Even brief prayer can give us the courage to   confront a difficult day, and it can give us the insight to recognize a   miraculous one.</P>  <P>Before you race out the door take a moment. Take a deep breath in, let a deep   breath out, and talk to God. Tell God your hopes for the new day and your   worries too. And don't forget to notice something to be thankful for this   day.</P>  <P>A Morning Prayer</P>  <P>There are so many things I take for granted. May I not ignore them today.</P>  <P>Just for today, help me, God, to remember that my life is a gift, that my   health is a blessing, that this new day is filled with awesome potential, that I   have the capacity to bring something wholly new and unique and good into this   world.</P>  <P>Just for today, help me, God, to remember to be kind and patient to the   people who love me, and to those who work with me too. Teach me to see all the   beauty that I so often ignore, and to listen to the silent longing of my own   soul.</P>  <P>Just for today, help me, God, to remember You.</P>  <P>Let this be a good day, God, full of joy and love. Amen. </P>  <P><BR>A Prayer for the Body</P>  <P>Thank You, God, for the body You have given me. Most of the time I take my   health for granted. I forget how fortunate I am to live without pain or   disability, how blessed I am to be able to see and hear and walk and eat. I   forget that this body of mine, with all its imperfections, is a gift from   You.</P>  <P>When I am critical of my appearance, remind me, God, that I am created in   Your holy image. If I become jealous of someone else's appearance, teach me to   treasure my unique form.</P>  <P>Help me, God, to care for my body. Teach me to refrain from any action that   will bring harm to me. If I fall prey to a self-destructive habit, fill me with   the strength to conquer my cravings.</P>  <P>Lead me to use my body wisely, God. Guide my every limb, God, to perform acts   of compassion and kindness.</P>  <P>I thank You, God, for creating me as I am. Amen. </P>  <P><BR>Food on Our Table</P>  <P>Last winter I went to see an exhibit of Norman Rockwell paintings that has   been traveling around the country. One painting made a lasting impression on me.   The setting is a bustling diner at lunchtime. The scene is so vivid that you can   almost hear the chatter and smell the scents of eggs, burgers, and coffee   wafting through the air. On one side of a crowded table a Mennonite mother sits   beside her young son. Their heads are bowed in silent prayer. This private   moment of devotion creates calm in the midst of the clamor. All eyes in the room   are fixed on them. The expression on the bystanders' faces is a combination of   curiosity and awe. It moved me.</P>  <P>We have the capacity to change the pace and tone of our lives in an instant.   We can gobble down our food without even paying attention to what we are eating,   or we can take a moment and stop.</P>  <P>Before you eat, take the time to breathe deeply. Look at the food in front of   you. Appreciate it. Remember to thank the person who took the time to prepare   this food for you. And thank God for the blessed meal before you.</P>  <P>Thanks to the cook</P>  <P>When my husband was courting me, he used to walk me home from synagogue on   Saturdays. One day I invited him in. We sat talking for hours sipping tea, and   it never occurred to me to offer him something to eat-I didn't know how to cook.   At one point I got up to use the bathroom, and he used the occasion to hunt   through my cupboards. He was starving. But all he found was a bag of stale   potato chips and two cans of tuna. When I returned from the bathroom, I found   him looking around my barren kitchen. He picked up a tuna can and asked, \\\"Do you   eat it out of the can like a cat?\\\" \\\"Well, yes,\\\" I admitted. That night Rob   brought me to his apartment and cooked me a magnificent meal. The rest is   history. Although every now and then for nostalgia's sake, he opens up a can of   tuna and calls, \\\"Here, kitty, kitty.\\\"</P>  <P>A Blessing over Food</P>  <P>Thank You, God, for the food on my table and for the cook who, like You,   knows the secrets of creation. Thank You for plants, animals, and water, and for   my own life, which You nourish and sustain each day. Please, God, answer the   prayers of all those who turn to You in need. May all who are hungry be blessed   with food. May I never be indifferent to the cries of those in need of my   assistance. May I never take my good fortune for granted. Thank You, God,   Creator of all. Amen. </P>  <P><BR>Difficult Days</P>  <P>It was a Monday morning. I knew in advance it was going to be a painful day.   A member of my congregation was dying. I had been up all night with my   one-month-old daughter, Noa, who was doing her best to turn colic into an art   form. My two-year-old son, Adi, was busy taking fistfuls of mud from the ficus   tree in our living room and dumping them onto the floor. This was our second day   in our new home. I had a sinus infection and an ear infection. A friend of mine   volunteered to watch my children so that I could visit Marty.</P>  <P>I drove to the hospital, made my way to Marty's room, and saw him lying there   ashen and unconscious. His nurse took me aside and told me that he probably   would not make it through the night. I thanked her for her honesty. Marty was   only fifty. Six months before I had taken a walk with him on the boardwalk that   runs along Venice Beach. I had trouble keeping up with his pace. He exercised   daily, ate well, had a perpetual suntan, and was forever making fun of my pale,   or, as he put it, green, complexion. \\\"You need to get your face out of the   Talmud and into the sun, Rabbi.\\\" I stood beside Marty and recited the final   confessional. Then I blessed him and bade him farewell.</P>  <P>I took the elevator to the lobby, headed back to the parking garage, got into   my car, and started driving in a total daze. My mind was on Marty, not the road.   I accidentally drove my car onto a cement island that separated the lanes in the   parking lot. Embarrassed and shaken, I tried to drive off the island, but my car   wouldn't budge. People behind me were honking and shouting. Finally, two men got   out of their cars and pushed my car off the island as I steered.</P>  <P>Before returning home I decided to drive back to our old apartment to check   if we had left anything behind in the haste of packing. When I got there, I saw   that the door was ajar. The painters were there repainting the whole place. I   told them that I was the old tenant; they nodded at me. I suddenly realized that   I had returned to say goodbye. I bid farewell to my son's lavender bedroom that   we had painted ourselves, and to the little yard where we had kept three   chickens. I stepped back inside to take a final look out the living room window,   which had a spectacular view of the ocean, and I noticed something on the   floor.</P>  <P>The painters had spread drop cloths all over the place, so at first I thought   that I must be mistaken. But when I got closer I recognized it. One of the   painters was standing on my tallis, my prayer shawl. It was the prayer shawl my   dean had presented to me and draped over my shoulders on the day I became a   rabbi. I asked the painter to step off the cloth, then I picked it up and walked   out the door. It was spattered with paint. I sat down on the front step, draped   my tallis across my lap, and, in honor of Marty, I turned my face to the sun.   The warm light felt good against my wet cheeks.</P>  <P>A Prayer for Bad Days</P>  <P>Be with me, God. I feel so lost. I can't seem to escape the dark cloud that   is hanging over me today. Help me, God. Give me strength to combat despair and   fear. Show me how to put my pain into perspective. Teach me to have faith in the   new day that is coming.</P>  <P>Thank You, God, for today's blessings, for tomorrow's hope, and for Your   abiding love. Amen. </P>  <P><BR>A Prayer for Those Days When Life Spins Out of Control</P>  <P>When I panic, God, teach me patience.</P>  <P>When I fear, teach me faith.</P>  <P>When I doubt myself, teach me confidence.</P>  <P>When I despair, teach me hope.</P>  <P>When I lose perspective, show me the way-</P>  <P>back to love, back to life, back to You. Amen. </P>  <P><BR>Seeking the Ability to Pray</P>  <P>Having the desire to pray doesn't necessarily lead to prayer. There are   numerous obstacles that prevent us from speaking to God. Distractions from   outside combine with resistance from inside, and it is no wonder that prayer   rarely comes easily. What helps? Make time for daily reflection. Don't feel   inhibited by your lack of eloquence. If no great thought enters your heart, just   remember to give thanks for something each day. Don't allow guilt or shame to   cause you to hide from God. Search for sources of inspiration-the beauty of   nature, the love of your family, your health, your hopes for this world. If no   words rise up from you, say a prayer for the ability to pray.</P>  <P>A Prayer for the Ability to Pray</P>  <P>Dear God, as I pray, day after unpredictable day,</P>  <P>May the voice of my soul spring forth from my lips.</P>  <P>May I turn to You, God, in tears, in laughter, and in song.</P>  <P>And may my prayers be answered. Amen. </P>  <P><BR>A Prayer for Daily Insight</P>  <P>Open my eyes, God. Help me to perceive what I have ignored, to uncover what I   have forsaken, to find what I have been searching for. Remind me that I don't   have to journey far to discover something new, for miracles surround me,   blessings and holiness abound. And You are near. Amen. </P>  <P><BR>Mentors in Unlikely Places</P>  <P>A couple of years ago when we were doing some construction on our home, my   husband and I and our two children moved in with his parents. My mother-in-law   had just bought a beautiful downy white couch. As you can imagine, they weren't   eager for my children to jump on this highly stainable piece of new furniture,   and I did my best to keep the kids out of the living room.</P>  <P>The inevitable occurred when my in-laws were gone for the weekend. My son, in   search of a napkin, found the nice white couch and proceeded to wipe his hands   full of peanut butter and jelly on it. The minute I saw the golden streak across   the sofa cushion I started to panic. I called friend after friend asking for   advice on how to remove the stain. Soda water was the most common response. Some   recommended Shout. Luckily it was a slipcover, and my friend Jane recommended a   very reputable dry cleaner. Needless to say, the next morning I arrived at the   dry cleaner's at six and waited for him to open the store. He welcomed me in,   and I proceeded to tell him the tale of the brand-new white couch with the   peanut butter smeared on it and how my in-laws were returning the following day   and how I needed his help. The man held the slipcover in his hands, examined it,   and said, \\\"It's my experience that the best way to handle a situation like this   is honesty. After all, what if I clean the cover and it comes out a different   shade of white from the rest of the couch? That would make things much worse. I   think you should calmly sit down with your mother-in-law and just explain what   happened.\\\" When he handed me back the slipcover, I looked at him and said,   \\\"You're not a dry cleaner, you're a rabbi!\\\"</P>  <P>&nbsp;</P>  <P>&nbsp;</P>      </body>  </html>\"},{\"id\":\"103840386T\",\"type\":\"First Chapter\",\"linkText\":\"Read a Sample Chapter\",\"typeId\":\"1010\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<P><FONT SIZE=\\\"+1\\\"><B>Chapter 1</B></FO<P> <B>FOODS WE EAT</B> <P> Put this puzzle together and you will find milk, cheese and eggs, meat, fish, beans and cereals, greens, fruits and root vegetables -- foods that contain our essential daily needs. <P> Exactly how they interlock and in what quantities for the most advantageous results for every one of us is another puzzle we must try to solve for ourselves, keeping in mind our age, body type, activities, the climate in which we live, and the food sources available to us. How we wish someone could present us with hard and fast rules as to how and in what exact quantities to assemble the proteins, fats and carbohydrates as well as the small but no less important enzyme and hormone systems, the vitamins, and the trace minerals these basic foods contain so as best to build body structure, maintain it, and give us an energetic zest for living! <P> Where to turn? Not to the sensational press releases that follow the discovery of fascinating bits and pieces about human nutrition; nor to the oversimplified and frequently ill-founded dicta of food faddists that can lure us into downright harm. First we must search for the widest variety of the best grown unsprayed foods we can find in their freshest condition, and then look for foods with minimal but safe processing and preservatives and without synthetic additives. While great strides have been made in the storage of foods commercially and in the home, if fresh foods in good condition are available to you, choose them every time. To compare the nutritive values in frozen, canned and fresh vegetables, see 798. <P> Next we can find in the <I>U.S. Handbook on the Composition of Foods</I> some of the known calorie, protein and other values based on the edible portions of common foods. Recent mandatory labeling information, 7, is of some help, although the U.S. Recommended Daily Allowances are based on information from a nongovernmental agency, the National Research Council, a source not acceptable to some authorities. But no one chart of group of charts is the definitive answer for most of us, who are simply not equipped to evaluate the complex relationships of these elements, or to adapt them to the practicalities of daily living. Such studies are built up as averages, and thus have greater value in presenting an overall picture than in solving our individual nutrition problems. <P> Nevertheless, by applying plain common sense to available mass data, we as well as the experts are inclined to agree that many Americans are privileged to enjoy superabundance and that our nutritional difficulties have to do generally not with under- but with overeating. Statistics on consumption also bear out other trends: first, that we frequently make poor choices and eat too much of the wrong kinds of foods; second, that many of us overconsume drugs as well as foods. Medication, often a lifesaver, may, when used habitually, induce ah adverse effect on the body's ability to profit fully from even the best dietary intake. <P> Individually computerized diagnoses of our lacks may prove a help in adjusting our deficiencies to our needs. But what we all have in our bodies is one of the greatest of marvels: an already computerized but infinitely more complex built-in system that balances and allocates with infallible and almost instant decision what we ingest, sending each substance on its proper course to make the most of what we give it. And since nutrition is concerned not only with food as such but with the substances that food contains, once these essential nutrients ate chosen, their presentation in the very best state for the body's absorption is the cook's first and foremost job. Often taste, flavor and color at their best reflect this job well done. Read The Foods We Heat, 145, and follow our pointers to success for effective ways to preserve essential nutrients during cooking. And note at the point of use recommendations for optimum storage and handling conditions, for one must always bear in mind the fragility of foods and the many ways contaminants can affect them, and consequently us, when they are carelessly handled or even when such a simple precaution as washing the hands before preparing foods is neglected. <P> But now let's turn to a more detailed view of nutritional terms: calories, proteins, fats, carbohydrates, accessory factors like vitamins, minerals, enzymatic and hormonal fractions -- all of which are needed -- and see how they interact to maintain the dietary intake best suited to our individual needs. <P> <B>ABOUT CALORIES</B> <P> A too na&#239;ve theory used to prevail for explaining regeneration through food. The human system was thought of as an engine, and you kept it stoked with foods to produce energy. Food can be and still is measured in units of heat, or calories. A <B>Calorie,</B> sometimes called a kilocalorie or K Calorie, is the amount of heat needed to raise one kilogram of water one degree Centigrade. Thus translated into food values, each gram of protein in egg, milk, meat or fish is worth four calories; each gram of carbohydrate in starches and sugars or in vegetables, four calories; and each gram of fat in butters, in vegetable oils and drippings, and in hidden fats, 5, about nine calories. The mere stoking of the body's engine with energy-producing foods may keep life going in emergencies. But to maintain health, food must also have, besides its energy values, the proper proportions of biologic values. Proteins, vitamins, enzymes, hormones, minerals and their regulatory functions are still too complicated to be fully understood. But fortunately for us the body is able to respond to them intuitively. <P> What we really possess, then, we repeat, is not justa simple stoking mechanism, but a computer system far more elaborate and knowledgeable than anything that man has been able to devise. Our job is to help it along as much as possible, neither stinting ir nor overloading it. Depending on age, weight and activity the following is a rough guide to the favorable division of daily caloric intake: a minimum of 15% for proteins, under 25% for fats, and about 60% for carbohydrates. These percentages are relative: some people with highly efficient absorption and superior metabolism require both lower intake and the lesser amount of protein. No advice for reducing is given here, nor are the vaunted advantages of unusually high protein intake considered -- as again such decisions must be highly individual, see About Proteins, at right. In general, and depending also on age, sex, body type and amount of physical activity, adults can use 1700 to 3000 calories a day. Adolescent boys and very active men under fifty-five can utilize close to 3000 calories a day. At the other extreme, women over fifty-five need only about 1700 calories. Women from eighteen to thirty-five need about 2000 calories daily. During pregnancy they can add 200 calories and, during lactation, an extra 1000 calories. Children one to six need from 1100 to 1600. Before a baby's first birthday, his diet should be closely watched, and parents should ask their pediatricians about both the kinds and the amounts of food to give their baby. <P> Given your present weight, perhaps a more accurate way to calculate your individual calorie requirement is to consider your activity rate. If you use a car to go to work and have a fairly sedentary job, or even if you are a housewife with small children, your rate is probably only 20%; 30% if you are a delivery man of patrolman working out of doors, and 50% if you are a dirt farmer, construction worker or athlete in training. If you multiply your weight by 14 calories, you will get your basal need, that is, the calories you would require if you were completely inactive. When you multiply this amount by your own activity factor and add it to your basal needs, you should get ah approximation of your required daily caloric intake. If you reduce your caloric intake much below this approximate norm, you may be lacking in your mineral, vitamin and protein requirements. Whatever your caloric intake, distribute your choices properly among protein, fat and carbohydrate values. <P> <B>ABOUT PROTEINS</B> <P> On our protein intake depends the constant virtual replacement of self. And nowhere in the diet is the relation of quantity to quality greater. The chief components of proteins are 22 amino acids. They form an all-or-nothing team, for food is utilized by the body only in proportion to the presence of the scarcest of them. Fourteen of the 22 aminos are both abundant and versatile. If they are not present when food is ingested, the body is able to synthesize the missing ones from those present. The remaining 8 aminos, however, cannot be synthesized and must be present in the food when ingested. These eight are known as the <B>essential aminos.</B> Four of them -- leucine, valine, phenylalanine and threonine -- are relatively abundant in foods, but the other four -- isoleucine, lysine, methionine and tryptophan -- are more scarce. And because utilization of protein by the body depends in each instance on the least abundant member of the essential aminos, these latter four are known as the <B>key aminos.</B> <P> Generally speaking, proteins from animal sources like eggÆ meat, fish, and dairy products are valued because their total protein content is high, and they are referred to as <B>complete</B> because they are rich in the essential aminos, and therefore more of the total protein present is utilizable. Those from vegetable sources such as whole grains, nuts, seeds, and legumes -- with the exception of soybeans -- are less valuable because their total protein content is low. They are referred to as <B>incomplete</B> because they are also Iow in one or more of the eight essential amino acids, meaning that less of their total protein can be utilized by the body. The terms \\\"complete\\\" and \\\"incomplete\\\" ate somewhat misleading, however, because of their absolute connotations. It is still possible to fulfill your daily requirements for protein from incomplete vegetable sources, provided you are willing and able to consume large enough quantities of the incomplete protein item in question. But the utilizable protein content of most cereals is so poor that consuming enough to satisfy protein requirements would be a practical impossibility. <P> Take corn, for example. It has little protein and many starch calories. A diet based exclusively on corn would require consumption of enormous quantities of com to establish the needed essential aminos. A complete protein source like eggs would therefore be more realistic and desirable in satisfying the same protein requirement with far less caloric intake. In fact, for 10 grams of egg protein at 125 calories, you would have to eat 16.5 grams of corn protein at 500 calories to get ah equivalent amount of usable protein. But since no one wants to live on corn or eggs alone, a more reasonable way to approach the problem is to note how complete and incomplete proteins complement each other. <P> There are various ways of expressing protein values -- net protein utilization, of NPU; protein efficiency ratio, of PFR; and biologic value, or BV. Another unit of measure used on product labels is protein value in relation to casein, 7. Although these terms are all derived by different methods, they correlate well with each other. Whatever the method of expressing this utilization efficiency, one fact remains: that is, the body requires certain kinds and amounts of essential amino acids which must be supplied each day. <P> Any excess intake of amino acids not compensated for is metabolized away and thus not used for growth or maintenance of the body. Eggs, with a BV of 94, may be considered the most ideal protein from the point of view of utilization to replace body protein. But we can't survive on one food alone. <P> If we combine durum wheat, with a BV of 60, and lima beans, with a BV of 50, we get through their complementarity of utilizable protein a score of 60. But a BV of 60 is marginal for body replacement, and so a more complete protein such as that contained in milk of eggs should be added to such a meal. Combine, for instance, I tablespoon of peanut butter, with a BV of 43, and <B>one slice of white bread, with a BV of 52.</B> If you add 4 ounces of milk, with a BV of 86, the combination stabilizes at a BV of approximately 80. <P> In countries dependent mainly on beans and rice of other cereal combinations, the beneficial effects of adding to the diet even small amounts of meat, fish, eggs or dairy products is well recognized. And when various pastas are the staple foods, the inclusion of at least one-third in the form of a complete protein is considered the minimal amount to bring the meal up to acceptable levels. Furthermore, it should be stressed that any meal of snack which fails to include sufficient complete protein, although it may temporarily stay one's hunger, will not replenish all of the metabolic Iosses of the body. <P> In regions where only vegetable protein is available, grains combined with pulses such as beans and peas ate classic. It has been found that increments of about one-third complete protein reinforce incomplete protein to form a total that is greater than the sum of its parts. <P> Even more significant differences ate found between processed and unprocessed foods. Brown rice has a BV of 75, as opposed to white rice with a BV of 65. Whole wheat bread has a BV of 67; white bread, 52. <P> To meet the needs of underdeveloped areas and the threat of worldwide protein shortages, in recent years experiments involving grain, seed and legume combinations, 198, have been undertaken which may one day prove valuable to all of us. Gross nutritional deficiencies ate more conspicuous in areas where protein imbalances are drastic and prolonged, and the effects of improved diet are easier to evaluate than in areas like ours, where such deficiencies are less severe and thus harder to detect. Until recently, we have relied on animal experimentation, and although dietary results thus achieved are valuable, they are not always applicable to man, and, for the most reliable results, data must be based on human reactions. <P> Since vegetable proteins are incomplete except as noted above, ir is wise to draw two-thirds of the daily protein intake of 10% of your caloric intake from animal sources. Preferably, meats should be fresh -- not pickled, salted or highly processed. Protein foods when cooked should not be subjected to too high heat, for then they lose some of their nutrients. Familiar clanger signals are curdling in milk, \\\"stringiness\\\" in cheese and dryness in meat and fish. <P> Protein requirements generally are slightly higher in colder climates but no matter what the climate, growing children, pregnant women and nursing mothers need a larger proportion of protein than the average adult. The elderly, whose total caloric intake often declines with age, should consume a relatively larger percentage of protein to reinforce their body's less efficient protein metabolism. Again, absolute amounts cannot be given, because needs will depend on the efficiency of utilization by your own body. If your protein supply is largely from meats, fish, fowl and dairy products, a useful formula for calculating average daily protein intake is to allow 4 gram of protein per pound of body weight for adults, and for children from one to three years, 1 gram of protein per pound of body weight. In vegetarian diets structured on vegetable sources alone, with no animal by-products such as eggs and milk, careful balancing is needed to ensure enough complete protein. It is also suggested that the protein content of such a diet be upped from 4 to 5 gram per pound of body weight. <P> Experiments have shown variations in protein utilization between individuals to be as high as two to one. They have also demonstrated that an individual's protein needs may rise by one-third when he is under great physical of emotional stress. A natural luster in hair, firmness of nails, brightness of eyes and speed of healing are superficial indications of a well-being that comes from adequate protein intake. For a listing of approximate protein content -- complete, incomplete and mixed -- in average servings of individual foods, see 8. <P> Today, we cannot mention protein and protein sources without looking beyond our own frontiers. With overpopulation a world problem, can we continue our upward trend in meat consumption? Amounts of land required to produce protein increase by a ratio of one to ten as we proceed from the beginning to the end of the food chain: that is, from the growing plant to meat-eating man. To put it another way, the herbivorous animal must consume about 10 pounds of vegetable or cereal matter to turn it into 1 pound of meat. Or, as another example, the same amount of land is required to produce 10 pounds of soybeans as 1 pound of beef. You can readily see that there is protein waste in this type of food production. <P> As long as chickens scratched more or less on their own; as long as pigs scavenged family wastes; as long as cattle, ingested grasses from lands often too rough or too dry for efficient grain harvesting, a something-for-nothing process existed. Today's animal husbandry competes in the main for crops that could also be utilized by humans. Chickens fed in batteries, pigs and cattle concentrated in feed lots need preprocessed foods and drugs to prevent the diseases these abnormal living conditions encourage. And their droppings, once recycled on the land, are too often uselessly burned or channeled into our streams, thus initiating gross pollution of air and water. <P> But should conditions be changed to allot greater quantities of grains, seeds and pulses to human consumption, we would still be faced with the problem of incomplete vegetable protein. As the growing of soybeans, the only complete-protein plant, is limited to certain climates, other vegetable protein sources must be improved or compensated for by combinations of grains and pulses or by the addition of some complete animal protein. <P> However, amazing genetic advances have been made in the development of grain hybrids, 548, higher both in protein content and in yield than the older types: short, sturdy, storm-resistant, heavy-headed wheat and rice hybrids, rich in protein and quick-maturing; high-lysine corns; and the intergeneric rye-and-wheat hybrid, triticale, are among the recent developments that promise primary improvements in natural sources of vegetable protein. Vegetable protein mixtures, see 3, combined with dry milk or fish meals, now mainly used for animal feeding, would find greater human acceptance if they were made more palatable, which in turn would guarantee a tremendous advance in protein availability at Iow cost for all. Protein has also been developed from yeasts, algae, kelp and petroleum products, and there is even the possibility of recycling the proteins in animal wastes; but, again, unpalatability has kept most of these newer protein sources from the table. <P> It is of the utmost importance that we guard our ecological soundness with all the knowledge we have at hand -- knowledge that in some fields is far in advance of our willingness to apply it. It is essential that we consider new methods of utilizing and conserving land, for many of our soils ate exploited to the point of depletion and are yielding crops with reduced protein and mineral content. Other soils produce only when saturated with chemical fertilizers and develop an inability to recover crop yields without revitalization through either animal of green manuring. <P> We must also be on the alert for various air pollutants. Spinach and romaine, for instance, will not grow where the air-sulfur content is high, and acreage yields of grains and other vegetables in such areas are adversely affected as well. Further research is needed to explain why saltwater fish die in waters made up from our formula for seawater but will thrive in natural seawater. Readings of chromatograms of synthetic as opposed to natural vitamins reveal startling differences which ate as yet unexplained. These instances would indicate there ate present in natural substances certain micronutrients -- as yet not completely identified -- which an organism needs in order to carry on vital internal chemical processes and which are lacking in engineered of synthetically produced foods, 535. <P> Further research and development of genetic seedbanks, now in their infancy, ate needed to maintain efficient seed strains as the wild areas where natural hybridization has taken place are impinged on. For many of our best strains still come from fortuitous rather than man-induced selection. There is an unfortunate tendency to utilize these new seed strains in all areas before their climatic and soil adaptability has been proved, procedures that make them vulnerable to massive failure. <P> Again, just as variety in the selection of the foods we eat is necessary for our health, a variety of seed sources is essential to maintain the health of our foods. The breeding of plants resistant to disease, drought and insects, and tolerant of varying climates, is as important as hybridization aimed at protein increase. We like to keep in mind the wise old Indian who, when asked why he continued to grow three strains of com when only one was his favorite for food, yield and flavor, answered that he was hedging bis bets; the other two strains would always protect him against a too dry or too cold season of against insect infestation, while his favorite would succumb unless conditions were ideal. <P> We cannot leave our ecological musings without stressing the importance of these fundamental interrelationships, as complex and subtle in the world of edible plants as are those of the protein combinations and their subsequent utilization by the body, as discussed at left. <P> Although most grains are wind-pollinated, few of us realize how large and often unexpected a role insect life plays in pollination, and how insecticides can destroy this vital link in the food chain. The current abundance of fruit and vegetables in America can be traced in large part to the importation of the honeybee. The Indians had ah excess of arable land, but for many of their crops they had to rely on much less efficient native pollinators such as noncolonizing bees, wasps and flies. Today, guarding against losing helpful insects is as important as destroying insect enemies -- a fact stressed less often than is the need to solve the equally knotty problem of pesticide poisons in the food chain. We can no longer afford to ignore the interrelationships on which global food supplies depend. <P> <B>ABOUT FATS</B> <P> While fats have acquired a bad image of late, we must not forget how essential they are. As part of our body fabric they act as fuel and insulation against cold, as cushioning for the internal organs, and as lubricants. Without fats there would be no way to utilize fat-soluble vitamins. Furthermore, the fats we eat that are of vegetable origin contain unsaturated fatty acids which harbor necessary growth factors and help with the digestion of other fats. An important consideration in fat intake is the percentage of saturated to unsaturated fats. We hear and read much about cholesterol -- that essential constituent of all body cells. It is synthesized, and its production regulated, by the liver. Cholesterol performs a number of indispensable body functions. Up to a limit, the more of it we eat, the less the liver produces. Excess cholesterol intake, however, like other excesses, is to be avoided, since a surplus of cholesterol may have serious consequences. The fatty acids in the <B>saturated fats,</B> which ate derived from dairy products, animal fats, coconut oil and hydrogenated fats, 541, tend to raise the amount of cholesterol in the blood, while the fatty acids in <B>polyunsaturated vegetable oils</B> tend to lower cholesterol levels if taken in double proportion to saturated fats. To differentiate between these types of fat, see 539. <P> Few of us realize that much of the fat we consume -- like the great mass of an iceberg -- is hidden. Hamburgers and doughnuts, all-American classics, contain about one-fourth fat; chocolate, egg yolk and most cheeses about a third; bacon and peanut butter, as much as one-half. And in pecans and certain other nuts and seeds, the fat content can be almost three-fourths! These proportions ate graphically suggested below. <P> All fats are sensitive to high temperatures, light and air. For best nutritive values store them carefully; and when cooking with them be sure that you do not let them reach the smoking point, 541. If properly handled they have no adverse effect on normal digestion. Favorable temperatures are indicated in individual recipes. Fats are popular for the flavor they impart to other foods, and for the fact that, being slow to leave the stomach, they give a feeling of satiety. <P> We suggest, again, the consumption of a variety of fats from animal and vegetable sources, but remind you that fat consumption in the United States has climbed in twenty years from the recommended minimum of 20% to more than 40% today. <P> <B>ABOUT CARBOHYDRATES</B> <P> Carbohydrates, found largely in sugars, fruits, vegetables and cereals, are classed as starches or sugars. The sugars include monosaccharides, such as fruit sugars, 557, and honey, 558, which are sweeter than the disaccharides, such as common table sugar, and the polysaccharides, such as starch. The latter two types must be broken down into simple sugars before they are available for body use. This action is initiated by an enzyme in the saliva, which means that these complex starch carbohydrates should be carefully chewed. So dunking is not only bad manners but bad practice. <P> The caloric value of fruits and vegetables is frequently lower than that of cereals, while that of all concentrated sweets is higher. Children and athletes can consume larger amounts of sugars and starches with less harm than can relatively inactive people; but many of us tend to eat a greater amount of carbohydrates than we can handle. Our consumption of sweet and starchy foods, to say nothing of highly sweetened beverages, is frequently excessive. Since the 1900s U.S. sugar consumption has increased by 25% , mainly in foods commercially prepared before they come into the home, making our per capita intake of these emptù calories 103 pounds annually. The imbalance that results is acknowledged to be one of the major causes of malnutrition, for the demands excess carbohydrates make on the system may cause, among other dietary disturbances, a deficiency in its supply of the vitamin B complex. For itemized Calorie Values, see 8. <P> <B>ACCESSORY FACTORS</B> <P> Besides those already described, there are some fifty-odd important known nutrients required by the body, including minerals, vitamins, and other accessory factors. The body can store a few of these, such as the fat-soluble vitamins A, D, E and K, but others, such as the water-soluble vitamins B complex and C, must continually be replaced. The latter occur in those fragile food constituents that ate lost through indifferent handling, excessive processing, and poor cooking. For instance, if you fail to utilize vegetable cooking waters, you ate throwing out about one-third the minerals and water-soluble vitamins of the vegetable. To retain as much of them as possible, please follow the cooking suggestions given in subsequent chapters, and see About Stocks, 520. <P> If you maintain an adequate intake in such a way as to achieve the complete-protein and fat and carbohydrate balance described above, and ir you choose from the following food groups, you will probably include all the necessary accessory factors. So fill your market basket first so as to assure two 3-ounce servings of complete-protein foods daily -- meat, fish, fowl of eggs. Or, if you use combinations of incomplete proteins such as cereals and legumes, seeds, peanuts or gelatin, make sure you plan for the inclusion of some complete-protein food at the same meals, see 8. <P> Drink daily of use in cooking 2 cups of fresh milk of reconstituted dry milk, 531, or allow enough of the following milk equivalents: for each 1/2 cup of milk allow 1 cup ice cream, 1/3 cup cottage cheese of one 1-inch cube cheddar-type cheese. Ir you are one of those persons lacking the ability to digest the lactose in milk, get your major milk requirements from cheeses, which are low in lactose. <P> Plan four of more daily servings of starchy foods such as baked goods, cereals of pastas, accenting whole grains. Potatoes ate sometimes included in this group. <P> Also include daily four or more 1/2- to 3/4-cup servings of fruits and vegetables distributed among citrus fruits or tomatoes and three or more dark green or deep yellow fruits and vegetables, including preferably one raw leafy green vegetable. Also check the constituents of each meal for the bulk found in vegetables and fruits to make sure there are more high- than low-residue foods. <P> Foods abundant in accessory values include: eggs, cheese, butter, whole milk, egg yolks, fish-especially herring, salmon, tuna and shellfish; beans, peas, nuts, seeds and whole grains; red meats and pork, variety meats, 499; fresh vegetables -- especially the yellow and leafy green types -- including white and sweet potatoes, brown rice and yellow com; fresh fruits and berries and their juices; tomatoes and tomato juice; cabbage, spinach and cauliflower, as well as watercress, lettuces and other salad greens, and vegetable oils, 541. Bake with whole grains and flavor with brown sugars, molasses, wheat germ and butter. Don't forget to ingest one of the important accessory values, vitamin D, which you can get through exposure to sunlight, and remember that although outdoor exercise will tone your muscles and increase your oxygen intake -- and perhaps your calorie needs -- it will not necessarily make greater demands on your store of protein, vitamins or minerals. <P> If you have chosen wisely from the above substances, you may not need additional vitamin supplements. We all know from practical experience and statistical evidence that a well-nourished body has greater resistance to disease than a poorly nourished one. Recent research tends to support the thesis that adequate intake of accessory factors can contribute not only to disease resistance but also to disease prevention. <P> Other incidentals to bear in mind are: drink 5 to 7 glasses of fluid a day, including water, and, ir you live in a region that calls for ir, use iodized salt, see About Salt, 569. <P> The schedule outlined above is not necessarily a costly one. It is nearly always possible to substitute cheaper but equally nutritious items from the same food groups. Vegetables of similar accessory value, for example, may be differently priced. Seasonal foods, which automatically give us menu variations, ate usually higher in food value and lower in cost. You can also profitably grow your own. Whole-grain cereals ate no more costly than highly processed ones. Fresh fruits are frequently less expensive than canned fruits, which are often loaded with sugar. <P> If you are willing to cut down on sugar-laden processed cereals and other sugar items, especial[y fancy baked goods, bottled drinks, and candies, a higher percentage of the diet dollar will be released for dairy products, vegetables and fruits. Do not buy more perishable foods than you can properly store. Use leftovers cold, preferably. To reheat them with minimal loss, see 281. <P> To sum up, our fundamental effort always must be to provide this highly versatile body of ours with those elements it needs for efficient functioning, and to provide them in such proportions as to subject the body to the least possible strain. <P> However, not realizing the importance of variety in the selection of foods, some people are guided by calorie values alone. For instance, with bread and potatoes, almost equal in carbohydrates, you will find that bread scores higher in protein and fat factors but potatoes are greatly superior in iron, provitamin A, vitamin C and thiamin, all valuable accessory factors. Some help in making choices is available through product labeling. If any prepared and packaged food shipped in interstate commerce makes nutritional claims as to protein, fat, carbohydrate, calor(es, vitamins, minerals or enrichment, ir must have labels declaring certain nutrient contents and giving both serving size and servings per container. The food processor has the option of declaring fatty acid and/or cholesterol content. He may also indicate the sodium content in the food. Because of differences in protein quality, two levels of protein intake are shown according to the protein efficiency ratio, 8, of case(n: foods with levels equal to or greater than casein, and foods with less than casein values. If a food has less than 20% of the PER of casein, its label cannot declare that it is a source of protein. Sometimes labels indicate the percentages of available nitrogen instead of protein. Given the nitrogen percentage, you may approximate the protein content by multiplying the nitrogen figure by six. <P> Well-grown minimally processed foods are usually our best sources for complete nourishment; and a well-considered choice of them should in most cases meet our dietary needs. <P> You will find in this book, along with the classic recipes, a number which remain interesting and palatable even though they lack some everyday ingredient such as eggs or flour. These may be used by those people who have allergies. But we do not prescribe corrective diets; we feel that such situations demand special procedures in consultation with one's physician. As to the all-too-prevalent condition of overweight, it is now generally recognized that on-and-off crash diets are dangerous, and that a reeducation in moderate and varied eating habits is the only safe and permanent solution to this problem. <P> We stress again that the cook who has the responsibility for supplying the family with food will do well to keep alert to advances in the field of nutrition. <P> Take an active part in working toward consumer protection, for more and more food processors are gaining control over the condition and content of foods as we buy them. Take an interest, too, in legislative changes affecting labeling. The FDA's original intent for foods included under \\\"standards of identity\\\" ensured that terms like \\\"mayonnaise\\\" or \\\"ice cream\\\" would guarantee the same basic ingredients required in the government-established recipe no matter who manufactured ir. But since the manufacturer is free to disclose or reveal as he pleases a wide variety of added ingredients, the consumer is at a loss to know just what he is buying. And there is a further, more recent loophole. While formerly the word \\\"imitation\\\" was required on labels for any deviations from the original substance, such as variations in taste, smell, color, texture, melting quality, of method of manufacture, today the term \\\"imitation\\\" may be omitted if the government considers the substitute to be nutritionally equal to the original. This so-called equality of the substitute food may be chemically induced of may be achieved by additives of enrichments. \\\"Buyer, beware!\\\" <P> But in planning menus and cooking, there are considerations other than mete percentages of intake in relation to fats, carbohydrates, proteins, minerals and vitamins. Peoples have learned over the centuries how to cope with poisonous elements that exist in some of the most basic foods. They know sprouting potatoes are heavy in glycoalkaloids; that cassava must be washed in a complicated fashion to rid it of its hydrocyanic content; that soy products must be either heated or fermented to destroy their trypsin- and urease-inhibiting factors; that cabbage, ir it plays a large part in the diet, should be cooked in quantities of water to release its goiterogenic factors even at the expense of vitamin losses, just as wild greens frequently need several blanchings and discardings of the cooking water to rid them of their toxic content, 305. But peoples have also discovered a twentyfold increase in calcium content in limewater-soaked corn for tortillas; that oatmeal, if left wet and warm overnight, will with subsequent cooking release the phytin which otherwise inhibits the body's calcium absorption from other ingested food. Recently ir has been noted that the phytins in soy depress the absorption of zinc. To ensure a control factor against these and various other food pollutants, it would be wise to vary your choice of foods. <P> So we come back to our puzzle. Unless and Until greater and more practical advice about food properties becomes common knowledge, each of us must choose a wide variety from the basic food groups to make us feel well and to furnish our bodies with the components they need for growth and for maintaining stamina. <P> <B>APPROXIMATE CALORIE AND PROTEIN VALUES IN AVERAGE SERVINGS</B> <P> \\\"Personal size and mental sorrow have certainly no necessary proportions. A large, bulky figure has as good a right to be in deep affliction as the most graceful set of limbs in the world. But, fair or not fair, these are unbecoming conjunctions, which reason will patronize in vain -- which taste cannot tolerate -- which ridicule will seize.\\\" -- Jane Austen <P> We have tried, from data currently furnished by the U.S. Department of Agriculture and other authoritative sources, to give you in the first column below as accurate a calorie count as possible for the total edible portion of each serving of food as ir comes to you at the table. Our soup figures ate for canned soups diluted with the same amount of water -- or whole milk, in the case of cream soups -- unless we specify them as homemade. A cup is the standard 8-ounce measure, and a tablespoon or teaspoon is always a level one. Since we do not expect you to weigh your food at table, this chart should give you a fairly accurate guide to normal servings fora healthy adult. Remember, however, that two martinis before dinner count as much as a generous slice of pie for dessert, and, if you are watching your weight, second thoughts may be better than second helpings. <P> To use the protein values in the second column on the charts which follow, determine how many grams of protein you require each day, 3. Remember that adequate protein is vital for body maintenance and repairs. Note that with some foods you get too many calories per grato to make that food desirable as a protein source, 3. What is the price in calories you have to pay for a given grato of protein? To find out, divide the number of calories given in a portion of food by the grams of protein in that same portion of food. Foods with less than 35 calories per grato of protein ate considered acceptable. Those with 35 to 70 calories ate considered marginal, and those with 70 or more calories per grato are usually considered unacceptable. But it must be pointed out that the above figures apply only to protein values. While the apple, for instance, is clearly unacceptable for its protein value, it is treasured for its vitamins and minerals and its carbohydrates, mainly in the form of natural sugars. Again there must be a balancing of interrelationships in your intake of basic requirements. <P> In calculating protein content for the foods below, we have followed those values as suggested by government laws on labeling expressed as to whether the Protein Efficiency Ratio is greater of less than that of casein, the chief protein of milk. You will need 45 grams if the PER is equal to of greater than casein, in which case the figure is in bold-face type, and 65 grams of protein if the PER is less than the value of casein, in which case the figure is in light-face type. Ir the protein has a value of less than 20% of casein, it cannot be considered a significant source of protein and should not be included in your protein calculations. If the figure appears in italics, there is a mixture of foods. A \\\"T\\\" indicates only a trace of protein, and where a dash appears, reliable information on the protein value is not presently available. <P> <FONT SIZE=\\\"-1\\\">Copyright &copy; 1931, 1936, 1941, 1942, 1943, 1946, 1951, 1952, 1953, 1962, 1963, 1964, 1975, by the Bobbs-Merrill Company, Inc.</FONT>\"},{\"id\":\"103840384T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"6\",\"text\":\"<P><b>Chapter 1</b><br><br><b>FOODS WE EAT</b><br><br>Put this puzzle together and you will find milk, cheese and eggs, meat, fish, beans and cereals, greens, fruits and root vegetables &#151; foods that contain our essential daily needs.<br><br>Exactly how they interlock and in what quantities for the most advantageous results for every one of us is another puzzle we must try to solve for ourselves, keeping in mind our age, body type, activities, the climate in which we live, and the food sources available to us. How we wish someone could present us with hard and fast rules as to how and in what exact quantities to assemble the proteins, fats and carbohydrates as well as the small but no less important enzyme and hormone systems, the vitamins, and the trace minerals these basic foods contain so as best to build body structure, maintain it, and give us an energetic zest for living!<br><br>Where to turn? Not to the sensational press releases that follow the discovery of fascinating bits and pieces about human nutrition; nor to the oversimplified and frequently ill-founded dicta of food faddists that can lure us into downright harm. First we must search for the widest variety of the best grown unsprayed foods we can find in their freshest condition, and then look for foods with minimal but safe processing and preservatives and without synthetic additives. While great strides have been made in the storage of foods commercially and in the home, if fresh foods in good condition are available to you, choose them every time. To compare the nutritive values in frozen, canned and fresh vegetables, see 798.<br><br>Next we can find in the <i>U.S. Handbook on the Composition of Foods</i> some of the known calorie, protein and other values based on the edible portions of common foods. Recent mandatory labeling information, 7, is of some help, although the U.S. Recommended Daily Allowances are based on information from a nongovernmental agency, the National Research Council, a source not acceptable to some authorities. But no one chart of group of charts is the definitive answer for most of us, who are simply not equipped to evaluate the complex relationships of these elements, or to adapt them to the practicalities of daily living. Such studies are built up as averages, and thus have greater value in presenting an overall picture than in solving our individual nutrition problems.<br><br>Nevertheless, by applying plain common sense to available mass data, we as well as the experts are inclined to agree that many Americans are privileged to enjoy superabundance and that our nutritional difficulties have to do generally not with under- but with overeating. Statistics on consumption also bear out other trends&#58; first, that we frequently make poor choices and eat too much of the wrong kinds of foods; second, that many of us overconsume drugs as well as foods. Medication, often a lifesaver, may, when used habitually, induce ah adverse effect on the body's ability to profit fully from even the best dietary intake.<br><br>Individually computerized diagnoses of our lacks may prove a help in adjusting our deficiencies to our needs. But what we all have in our bodies is one of the greatest of marvels&#58; an already computerized but infinitely more complex built-in system that balances and allocates with infallible and almost instant decision what we ingest, sending each substance on its proper course to make the most of what we give it. And since nutrition is concerned not only with food as such but with the substances that food contains, once these essential nutrients ate chosen, their presentation in the very best state for the body's absorption is the cook's first and foremost job. Often taste, flavor and color at their best reflect this job well done. Read The Foods We Heat, 145, and follow our pointers to success for effective ways to preserve essential nutrients during cooking. And note at the point of use recommendations for optimum storage and handling conditions, for one must always bear in mind the fragility of foods and the many ways contaminants can affect them, and consequently us, when they are carelessly handled or even when such a simple precaution as washing the hands before preparing foods is neglected.<br><br>But now let's turn to a more detailed view of nutritional terms&#58; calories, proteins, fats, carbohydrates, accessory factors like vitamins, minerals, enzymatic and hormonal fractions &#151; all of which are needed &#151; and see how they interact to maintain the dietary intake best suited to our individual needs.<br><br><b>ABOUT CALORIES</b><br><br>A too na&#239;ve theory used to prevail for explaining regeneration through food. The human system was thought of as an engine, and you kept it stoked with foods to produce energy. Food can be and still is measured in units of heat, or calories. A <b>Calorie,</b> sometimes called a kilocalorie or K Calorie, is the amount of heat needed to raise one kilogram of water one degree Centigrade. Thus translated into food values, each gram of protein in egg, milk, meat or fish is worth four calories; each gram of carbohydrate in starches and sugars or in vegetables, four calories; and each gram of fat in butters, in vegetable oils and drippings, and in hidden fats, 5, about nine calories. The mere stoking of the body's engine with energy-producing foods may keep life going in emergencies. But to maintain health, food must also have, besides its energy values, the proper proportions of biologic values. Proteins, vitamins, enzymes, hormones, minerals and their regulatory functions are still too complicated to be fully understood. But fortunately for us the body is able to respond to them intuitively.<br><br>What we really possess, then, we repeat, is not justa simple stoking mechanism, but a computer system far more elaborate and knowledgeable than anything that man has been able to devise. Our job is to help it along as much as possible, neither stinting ir nor overloading it. Depending on age, weight and activity the following is a rough guide to the favorable division of daily caloric intake&#58; a minimum of 15% for proteins, under 25% for fats, and about 60% for carbohydrates. These percentages are relative&#58; some people with highly efficient absorption and superior metabolism require both lower intake and the lesser amount of protein. No advice for reducing is given here, nor are the vaunted advantages of unusually high protein intake considered &#151; as again such decisions must be highly individual, see About Proteins, at right. In general, and depending also on age, sex, body type and amount of physical activity, adults can use 1700 to 3000 calories a day. Adolescent boys and very active men under fifty-five can utilize close to 3000 calories a day. At the other extreme, women over fifty-five need only about 1700 calories. Women from eighteen to thirty-five need about 2000 calories daily. During pregnancy they can add 200 calories and, during lactation, an extra 1000 calories. Children one to six need from 1100 to 1600. Before a baby's first birthday, his diet should be closely watched, and parents should ask their pediatricians about both the kinds and the amounts of food to give their baby.<br><br>Given your present weight, perhaps a more accurate way to calculate your individual calorie requirement is to consider your activity rate. If you use a car to go to work and have a fairly sedentary job, or even if you are a housewife with small children, your rate is probably only 20%; 30% if you are a delivery man of patrolman working out of doors, and 50% if you are a dirt farmer, construction worker or athlete in training. If you multiply your weight by 14 calories, you will get your basal need, that is, the calories you would require if you were completely inactive. When you multiply this amount by your own activity factor and add it to your basal needs, you should get ah approximation of your required daily caloric intake. If you reduce your caloric intake much below this approximate norm, you may be lacking in your mineral, vitamin and protein requirements. Whatever your caloric intake, distribute your choices properly among protein, fat and carbohydrate values.<br><br><b>ABOUT PROTEINS</b><br><br>On our protein intake depends the constant virtual replacement of self. And nowhere in the diet is the relation of quantity to quality greater. The chief components of proteins are 22 amino acids. They form an all-or-nothing team, for food is utilized by the body only in proportion to the presence of the scarcest of them. Fourteen of the 22 aminos are both abundant and versatile. If they are not present when food is ingested, the body is able to synthesize the missing ones from those present. The remaining 8 aminos, however, cannot be synthesized and must be present in the food when ingested. These eight are known as the <b>essential aminos.</b> Four of them &#151; leucine, valine, phenylalanine and threonine &#151; are relatively abundant in foods, but the other four &#151; isoleucine, lysine, methionine and tryptophan &#151; are more scarce. And because utilization of protein by the body depends in each instance on the least abundant member of the essential aminos, these latter four are known as the <b>key aminos.</b><br><br>Generally speaking, proteins from animal sources like egg&#63; meat, fish, and dairy products are valued because their total protein content is high, and they are referred to as <b>complete</b> because they are rich in the essential aminos, and therefore more of the total protein present is utilizable. Those from vegetable sources such as whole grains, nuts, seeds, and legumes &#151; with the exception of soybeans &#151; are less valuable because their total protein content is low. They are referred to as <b>incomplete</b> because they are also Iow in one or more of the eight essential amino acids, meaning that less of their total protein can be utilized by the body. The terms \\\"complete\\\" and \\\"incomplete\\\" ate somewhat misleading, however, because of their absolute connotations. It is still possible to fulfill your daily requirements for protein from incomplete vegetable sources, provided you are willing and able to consume large enough quantities of the incomplete protein item in question. But the utilizable protein content of most cereals is so poor that consuming enough to satisfy protein requirements would be a practical impossibility.<br><br>Take corn, for example. It has little protein and many starch calories. A diet based exclusively on corn would require consumption of enormous quantities of com to establish the needed essential aminos. A complete protein source like eggs would therefore be more realistic and desirable in satisfying the same protein requirement with far less caloric intake. In fact, for 10 grams of egg protein at 125 calories, you would have to eat 16.5 grams of corn protein at 500 calories to get ah equivalent amount of usable protein. But since no one wants to live on corn or eggs alone, a more reasonable way to approach the problem is to note how complete and incomplete proteins complement each other.<br><br>There are various ways of expressing protein values &#151; net protein utilization, of NPU; protein efficiency ratio, of PFR; and biologic value, or BV. Another unit of measure used on product labels is protein value in relation to casein, 7. Although these terms are all derived by different methods, they correlate well with each other. Whatever the method of expressing this utilization efficiency, one fact remains&#58; that is, the body requires certain kinds and amounts of essential amino acids which must be supplied each day.<br><br>Any excess intake of amino acids not compensated for is metabolized away and thus not used for growth or maintenance of the body. Eggs, with a BV of 94, may be considered the most ideal protein from the point of view of utilization to replace body protein. But we can't survive on one food alone.<br><br>If we combine durum wheat, with a BV of 60, and lima beans, with a BV of 50, we get through their complementarity of utilizable protein a score of 60. But a BV of 60 is marginal for body replacement, and so a more complete protein such as that contained in milk of eggs should be added to such a meal. Combine, for instance, I tablespoon of peanut butter, with a BV of 43, and <b>one slice of white bread, with a BV of 52.</b> If you add 4 ounces of milk, with a BV of 86, the combination stabilizes at a BV of approximately 80.<br><br>In countries dependent mainly on beans and rice of other cereal combinations, the beneficial effects of adding to the diet even small amounts of meat, fish, eggs or dairy products is well recognized. And when various pastas are the staple foods, the inclusion of at least one-third in the form of a complete protein is considered the minimal amount to bring the meal up to acceptable levels. Furthermore, it should be stressed that any meal of snack which fails to include sufficient complete protein, although it may temporarily stay one's hunger, will not replenish all of the metabolic Iosses of the body.<br><br>In regions where only vegetable protein is available, grains combined with pulses such as beans and peas ate classic. It has been found that increments of about one-third complete protein reinforce incomplete protein to form a total that is greater than the sum of its parts.<br><br>Even more significant differences ate found between processed and unprocessed foods. Brown rice has a BV of 75, as opposed to white rice with a BV of 65. Whole wheat bread has a BV of 67; white bread, 52.<br><br>To meet the needs of underdeveloped areas and the threat of worldwide protein shortages, in recent years experiments involving grain, seed and legume combinations, 198, have been undertaken which may one day prove valuable to all of us. Gross nutritional deficiencies ate more conspicuous in areas where protein imbalances are drastic and prolonged, and the effects of improved diet are easier to evaluate than in areas like ours, where such deficiencies are less severe and thus harder to detect. Until recently, we have relied on animal experimentation, and although dietary results thus achieved are valuable, they are not always applicable to man, and, for the most reliable results, data must be based on human reactions.<br><br>Since vegetable proteins are incomplete except as noted above, ir is wise to draw two-thirds of the daily protein intake of 10% of your caloric intake from animal sources. Preferably, meats should be fresh &#151; not pickled, salted or highly processed. Protein foods when cooked should not be subjected to too high heat, for then they lose some of their nutrients. Familiar clanger signals are curdling in milk, \\\"stringiness\\\" in cheese and dryness in meat and fish.<br><br>Protein requirements generally are slightly higher in colder climates but no matter what the climate, growing children, pregnant women and nursing mothers need a larger proportion of protein than the average adult. The elderly, whose total caloric intake often declines with age, should consume a relatively larger percentage of protein to reinforce their body's less efficient protein metabolism. Again, absolute amounts cannot be given, because needs will depend on the efficiency of utilization by your own body. If your protein supply is largely from meats, fish, fowl and dairy products, a useful formula for calculating average daily protein intake is to allow 4 gram of protein per pound of body weight for adults, and for children from one to three years, 1 gram of protein per pound of body weight. In vegetarian diets structured on vegetable sources alone, with no animal by-products such as eggs and milk, careful balancing is needed to ensure enough complete protein. It is also suggested that the protein content of such a diet be upped from 4 to 5 gram per pound of body weight.<br><br>Experiments have shown variations in protein utilization between individuals to be as high as two to one. They have also demonstrated that an individual's protein needs may rise by one-third when he is under great physical of emotional stress. A natural luster in hair, firmness of nails, brightness of eyes and speed of healing are superficial indications of a well-being that comes from adequate protein intake. For a listing of approximate protein content &#151; complete, incomplete and mixed &#151; in average servings of individual foods, see 8.<br><br>Today, we cannot mention protein and protein sources without looking beyond our own frontiers. With overpopulation a world problem, can we continue our upward trend in meat consumption? Amounts of land required to produce protein increase by a ratio of one to ten as we proceed from the beginning to the end of the food chain&#58; that is, from the growing plant to meat-eating man. To put it another way, the herbivorous animal must consume about 10 pounds of vegetable or cereal matter to turn it into 1 pound of meat. Or, as another example, the same amount of land is required to produce 10 pounds of soybeans as 1 pound of beef. You can readily see that there is protein waste in this type of food production.<br><br>As long as chickens scratched more or less on their own; as long as pigs scavenged family wastes; as long as cattle, ingested grasses from lands often too rough or too dry for efficient grain harvesting, a something-for-nothing process existed. Today's animal husbandry competes in the main for crops that could also be utilized by humans. Chickens fed in batteries, pigs and cattle concentrated in feed lots need preprocessed foods and drugs to prevent the diseases these abnormal living conditions encourage. And their droppings, once recycled on the land, are too often uselessly burned or channeled into our streams, thus initiating gross pollution of air and water.<br><br>But should conditions be changed to allot greater quantities of grains, seeds and pulses to human consumption, we would still be faced with the problem of incomplete vegetable protein. As the growing of soybeans, the only complete-protein plant, is limited to certain climates, other vegetable protein sources must be improved or compensated for by combinations of grains and pulses or by the addition of some complete animal protein.<br><br>However, amazing genetic advances have been made in the development of grain hybrids, 548, higher both in protein content and in yield than the older types&#58; short, sturdy, storm-resistant, heavy-headed wheat and rice hybrids, rich in protein and quick-maturing; high-lysine corns; and the intergeneric rye-and-wheat hybrid, triticale, are among the recent developments that promise primary improvements in natural sources of vegetable protein. Vegetable protein mixtures, see 3, combined with dry milk or fish meals, now mainly used for animal feeding, would find greater human acceptance if they were made more palatable, which in turn would guarantee a tremendous advance in protein availability at Iow cost for all. Protein has also been developed from yeasts, algae, kelp and petroleum products, and there is even the possibility of recycling the proteins in animal wastes; but, again, unpalatability has kept most of these newer protein sources from the table.<br><br>It is of the utmost importance that we guard our ecological soundness with all the knowledge we have at hand &#151; knowledge that in some fields is far in advance of our willingness to apply it. It is essential that we consider new methods of utilizing and conserving land, for many of our soils ate exploited to the point of depletion and are yielding crops with reduced protein and mineral content. Other soils produce only when saturated with chemical fertilizers and develop an inability to recover crop yields without revitalization through either animal of green manuring.<br><br>We must also be on the alert for various air pollutants. Spinach and romaine, for instance, will not grow where the air-sulfur content is high, and acreage yields of grains and other vegetables in such areas are adversely affected as well. Further research is needed to explain why saltwater fish die in waters made up from our formula for seawater but will thrive in natural seawater. Readings of chromatograms of synthetic as opposed to natural vitamins reveal startling differences which ate as yet unexplained. These instances would indicate there ate present in natural substances certain micronutrients &#151; as yet not completely identified &#151; which an organism needs in order to carry on vital internal chemical processes and which are lacking in engineered of synthetically produced foods, 535.<br><br>Further research and development of genetic seedbanks, now in their infancy, ate needed to maintain efficient seed strains as the wild areas where natural hybridization has taken place are impinged on. For many of our best strains still come from fortuitous rather than man-induced selection. There is an unfortunate tendency to utilize these new seed strains in all areas before their climatic and soil adaptability has been proved, procedures that make them vulnerable to massive failure.<br><br>Again, just as variety in the selection of the foods we eat is necessary for our health, a variety of seed sources is essential to maintain the health of our foods. The breeding of plants resistant to disease, drought and insects, and tolerant of varying climates, is as important as hybridization aimed at protein increase. We like to keep in mind the wise old Indian who, when asked why he continued to grow three strains of com when only one was his favorite for food, yield and flavor, answered that he was hedging bis bets; the other two strains would always protect him against a too dry or too cold season of against insect infestation, while his favorite would succumb unless conditions were ideal.<br><br>We cannot leave our ecological musings without stressing the importance of these fundamental interrelationships, as complex and subtle in the world of edible plants as are those of the protein combinations and their subsequent utilization by the body, as discussed at left.<br><br>Although most grains are wind-pollinated, few of us realize how large and often unexpected a role insect life plays in pollination, and how insecticides can destroy this vital link in the food chain. The current abundance of fruit and vegetables in America can be traced in large part to the importation of the honeybee. The Indians had ah excess of arable land, but for many of their crops they had to rely on much less efficient native pollinators such as noncolonizing bees, wasps and flies. Today, guarding against losing helpful insects is as important as destroying insect enemies &#151; a fact stressed less often than is the need to solve the equally knotty problem of pesticide poisons in the food chain. We can no longer afford to ignore the interrelationships on which global food supplies depend.<br><br><b>ABOUT FATS</b><br><br>While fats have acquired a bad image of late, we must not forget how essential they are. As part of our body fabric they act as fuel and insulation against cold, as cushioning for the internal organs, and as lubricants. Without fats there would be no way to utilize fat-soluble vitamins. Furthermore, the fats we eat that are of vegetable origin contain unsaturated fatty acids which harbor necessary growth factors and help with the digestion of other fats. An important consideration in fat intake is the percentage of saturated to unsaturated fats. We hear and read much about cholesterol &#151; that essential constituent of all body cells. It is synthesized, and its production regulated, by the liver. Cholesterol performs a number of indispensable body functions. Up to a limit, the more of it we eat, the less the liver produces. Excess cholesterol intake, however, like other excesses, is to be avoided, since a surplus of cholesterol may have serious consequences. The fatty acids in the <b>saturated fats,</b> which ate derived from dairy products, animal fats, coconut oil and hydrogenated fats, 541, tend to raise the amount of cholesterol in the blood, while the fatty acids in <b>polyunsaturated vegetable oils</b> tend to lower cholesterol levels if taken in double proportion to saturated fats. To differentiate between these types of fat, see 539.<br><br>Few of us realize that much of the fat we consume &#151; like the great mass of an iceberg &#151; is hidden. Hamburgers and doughnuts, all-American classics, contain about one-fourth fat; chocolate, egg yolk and most cheeses about a third; bacon and peanut butter, as much as one-half. And in pecans and certain other nuts and seeds, the fat content can be almost three-fourths! These proportions ate graphically suggested below.<br><br>All fats are sensitive to high temperatures, light and air. For best nutritive values store them carefully; and when cooking with them be sure that you do not let them reach the smoking point, 541. If properly handled they have no adverse effect on normal digestion. Favorable temperatures are indicated in individual recipes. Fats are popular for the flavor they impart to other foods, and for the fact that, being slow to leave the stomach, they give a feeling of satiety.<br><br>We suggest, again, the consumption of a variety of fats from animal and vegetable sources, but remind you that fat consumption in the United States has climbed in twenty years from the recommended minimum of 20% to more than 40% today.<br><br><b>ABOUT CARBOHYDRATES</b><br><br>Carbohydrates, found largely in sugars, fruits, vegetables and cereals, are classed as starches or sugars. The sugars include monosaccharides, such as fruit sugars, 557, and honey, 558, which are sweeter than the disaccharides, such as common table sugar, and the polysaccharides, such as starch. The latter two types must be broken down into simple sugars before they are available for body use. This action is initiated by an enzyme in the saliva, which means that these complex starch carbohydrates should be carefully chewed. So dunking is not only bad manners but bad practice.<br><br>The caloric value of fruits and vegetables is frequently lower than that of cereals, while that of all concentrated sweets is higher. Children and athletes can consume larger amounts of sugars and starches with less harm than can relatively inactive people; but many of us tend to eat a greater amount of carbohydrates than we can handle. Our consumption of sweet and starchy foods, to say nothing of highly sweetened beverages, is frequently excessive. Since the 1900s U.S. sugar consumption has increased by 25% , mainly in foods commercially prepared before they come into the home, making our per capita intake of these emptu calories 103 pounds annually. The imbalance that results is acknowledged to be one of the major causes of malnutrition, for the demands excess carbohydrates make on the system may cause, among other dietary disturbances, a deficiency in its supply of the vitamin B complex. For itemized Calorie Values, see 8.<br><br><b>ACCESSORY FACTORS</b><br><br>Besides those already described, there are some fifty-odd important known nutrients required by the body, including minerals, vitamins, and other accessory factors. The body can store a few of these, such as the fat-soluble vitamins A, D, E and K, but others, such as the water-soluble vitamins B complex and C, must continually be replaced. The latter occur in those fragile food constituents that ate lost through indifferent handling, excessive processing, and poor cooking. For instance, if you fail to utilize vegetable cooking waters, you ate throwing out about one-third the minerals and water-soluble vitamins of the vegetable. To retain as much of them as possible, please follow the cooking suggestions given in subsequent chapters, and see About Stocks, 520.<br><br>If you maintain an adequate intake in such a way as to achieve the complete-protein and fat and carbohydrate balance described above, and ir you choose from the following food groups, you will probably include all the necessary accessory factors. So fill your market basket first so as to assure two 3-ounce servings of complete-protein foods daily &#151; meat, fish, fowl of eggs. Or, if you use combinations of incomplete proteins such as cereals and legumes, seeds, peanuts or gelatin, make sure you plan for the inclusion of some complete-protein food at the same meals, see 8.<br><br>Drink daily of use in cooking 2 cups of fresh milk of reconstituted dry milk, 531, or allow enough of the following milk equivalents&#58; for each 1/2 cup of milk allow 1 cup ice cream, 1/3 cup cottage cheese of one 1-inch cube cheddar-type cheese. Ir you are one of those persons lacking the ability to digest the lactose in milk, get your major milk requirements from cheeses, which are low in lactose.<br><br>Plan four of more daily servings of starchy foods such as baked goods, cereals of pastas, accenting whole grains. Potatoes ate sometimes included in this group.<br><br>Also include daily four or more 1/2- to 3/4-cup servings of fruits and vegetables distributed among citrus fruits or tomatoes and three or more dark green or deep yellow fruits and vegetables, including preferably one raw leafy green vegetable. Also check the constituents of each meal for the bulk found in vegetables and fruits to make sure there are more high- than low-residue foods.<br><br>Foods abundant in accessory values include&#58; eggs, cheese, butter, whole milk, egg yolks, fish-especially herring, salmon, tuna and shellfish; beans, peas, nuts, seeds and whole grains; red meats and pork, variety meats, 499; fresh vegetables &#151; especially the yellow and leafy green types &#151; including white and sweet potatoes, brown rice and yellow com; fresh fruits and berries and their juices; tomatoes and tomato juice; cabbage, spinach and cauliflower, as well as watercress, lettuces and other salad greens, and vegetable oils, 541. Bake with whole grains and flavor with brown sugars, molasses, wheat germ and butter. Don't forget to ingest one of the important accessory values, vitamin D, which you can get through exposure to sunlight, and remember that although outdoor exercise will tone your muscles and increase your oxygen intake &#151; and perhaps your calorie needs &#151; it will not necessarily make greater demands on your store of protein, vitamins or minerals.<br><br>If you have chosen wisely from the above substances, you may not need additional vitamin supplements. We all know from practical experience and statistical evidence that a well-nourished body has greater resistance to disease than a poorly nourished one. Recent research tends to support the thesis that adequate intake of accessory factors can contribute not only to disease resistance but also to disease prevention.<br><br>Other incidentals to bear in mind are&#58; drink 5 to 7 glasses of fluid a day, including water, and, ir you live in a region that calls for ir, use iodized salt, see About Salt, 569.<br><br>The schedule outlined above is not necessarily a costly one. It is nearly always possible to substitute cheaper but equally nutritious items from the same food groups. Vegetables of similar accessory value, for example, may be differently priced. Seasonal foods, which automatically give us menu variations, ate usually higher in food value and lower in cost. You can also profitably grow your own. Whole-grain cereals ate no more costly than highly processed ones. Fresh fruits are frequently less expensive than canned fruits, which are often loaded with sugar.<br><br>If you are willing to cut down on sugar-laden processed cereals and other sugar items, especial[y fancy baked goods, bottled drinks, and candies, a higher percentage of the diet dollar will be released for dairy products, vegetables and fruits. Do not buy more perishable foods than you can properly store. Use leftovers cold, preferably. To reheat them with minimal loss, see 281.<br><br>To sum up, our fundamental effort always must be to provide this highly versatile body of ours with those elements it needs for efficient functioning, and to provide them in such proportions as to subject the body to the least possible strain.<br><br>However, not realizing the importance of variety in the selection of foods, some people are guided by calorie values alone. For instance, with bread and potatoes, almost equal in carbohydrates, you will find that bread scores higher in protein and fat factors but potatoes are greatly superior in iron, provitamin A, vitamin C and thiamin, all valuable accessory factors. Some help in making choices is available through product labeling. If any prepared and packaged food shipped in interstate commerce makes nutritional claims as to protein, fat, carbohydrate, calor(es, vitamins, minerals or enrichment, ir must have labels declaring certain nutrient contents and giving both serving size and servings per container. The food processor has the option of declaring fatty acid and/or cholesterol content. He may also indicate the sodium content in the food. Because of differences in protein quality, two levels of protein intake are shown according to the protein efficiency ratio, 8, of case(n&#58; foods with levels equal to or greater than casein, and foods with less than casein values. If a food has less than 20% of the PER of casein, its label cannot declare that it is a source of protein. Sometimes labels indicate the percentages of available nitrogen instead of protein. Given the nitrogen percentage, you may approximate the protein content by multiplying the nitrogen figure by six.<br><br>Well-grown minimally processed foods are usually our best sources for complete nourishment; and a well-considered choice of them should in most cases meet our dietary needs.<br><br>You will find in this book, along with the classic recipes, a number which remain interesting and palatable even though they lack some everyday ingredient such as eggs or flour. These may be used by those people who have allergies. But we do not prescribe corrective diets; we feel that such situations demand special procedures in consultation with one's physician. As to the all-too-prevalent condition of overweight, it is now generally recognized that on-and-off crash diets are dangerous, and that a reeducation in moderate and varied eating habits is the only safe and permanent solution to this problem.<br><br>We stress again that the cook who has the responsibility for supplying the family with food will do well to keep alert to advances in the field of nutrition.<br><br>Take an active part in working toward consumer protection, for more and more food processors are gaining control over the condition and content of foods as we buy them. Take an interest, too, in legislative changes affecting labeling. The FDA's original intent for foods included under \\\"standards of identity\\\" ensured that terms like \\\"mayonnaise\\\" or \\\"ice cream\\\" would guarantee the same basic ingredients required in the government-established recipe no matter who manufactured ir. But since the manufacturer is free to disclose or reveal as he pleases a wide variety of added ingredients, the consumer is at a loss to know just what he is buying. And there is a further, more recent loophole. While formerly the word \\\"imitation\\\" was required on labels for any deviations from the original substance, such as variations in taste, smell, color, texture, melting quality, of method of manufacture, today the term \\\"imitation\\\" may be omitted if the government considers the substitute to be nutritionally equal to the original. This so-called equality of the substitute food may be chemically induced of may be achieved by additives of enrichments. \\\"Buyer, beware!\\\"<br><br>But in planning menus and cooking, there are considerations other than mete percentages of intake in relation to fats, carbohydrates, proteins, minerals and vitamins. Peoples have learned over the centuries how to cope with poisonous elements that exist in some of the most basic foods. They know sprouting potatoes are heavy in glycoalkaloids; that cassava must be washed in a complicated fashion to rid it of its hydrocyanic content; that soy products must be either heated or fermented to destroy their trypsin- and urease-inhibiting factors; that cabbage, ir it plays a large part in the diet, should be cooked in quantities of water to release its goiterogenic factors even at the expense of vitamin losses, just as wild greens frequently need several blanchings and discardings of the cooking water to rid them of their toxic content, 305. But peoples have also discovered a twentyfold increase in calcium content in limewater-soaked corn for tortillas; that oatmeal, if left wet and warm overnight, will with subsequent cooking release the phytin which otherwise inhibits the body's calcium absorption from other ingested food. Recently ir has been noted that the phytins in soy depress the absorption of zinc. To ensure a control factor against these and various other food pollutants, it would be wise to vary your choice of foods.<br><br>So we come back to our puzzle. Unless and Until greater and more practical advice about food properties becomes common knowledge, each of us must choose a wide variety from the basic food groups to make us feel well and to furnish our bodies with the components they need for growth and for maintaining stamina.<br><br><b>APPROXIMATE CALORIE AND PROTEIN VALUES IN AVERAGE SERVINGS</b><br><br>\\\"Personal size and mental sorrow have certainly no necessary proportions. A large, bulky figure has as good a right to be in deep affliction as the most graceful set of limbs in the world. But, fair or not fair, these are unbecoming conjunctions, which reason will patronize in vain &#151; which taste cannot tolerate &#151; which ridicule will seize.\\\" &#151; Jane Austen<br><br>We have tried, from data currently furnished by the U.S. Department of Agriculture and other authoritative sources, to give you in the first column below as accurate a calorie count as possible for the total edible portion of each serving of food as ir comes to you at the table. Our soup figures ate for canned soups diluted with the same amount of water &#151; or whole milk, in the case of cream soups &#151; unless we specify them as homemade. A cup is the standard 8-ounce measure, and a tablespoon or teaspoon is always a level one. Since we do not expect you to weigh your food at table, this chart should give you a fairly accurate guide to normal servings fora healthy adult. Remember, however, that two martinis before dinner count as much as a generous slice of pie for dessert, and, if you are watching your weight, second thoughts may be better than second helpings.<br><br>To use the protein values in the second column on the charts which follow, determine how many grams of protein you require each day, 3. Remember that adequate protein is vital for body maintenance and repairs. Note that with some foods you get too many calories per grato to make that food desirable as a protein source, 3. What is the price in calories you have to pay for a given grato of protein? To find out, divide the number of calories given in a portion of food by the grams of protein in that same portion of food. Foods with less than 35 calories per grato of protein ate considered acceptable. Those with 35 to 70 calories ate considered marginal, and those with 70 or more calories per grato are usually considered unacceptable. But it must be pointed out that the above figures apply only to protein values. While the apple, for instance, is clearly unacceptable for its protein value, it is treasured for its vitamins and minerals and its carbohydrates, mainly in the form of natural sugars. Again there must be a balancing of interrelationships in your intake of basic requirements.<br><br>In calculating protein content for the foods below, we have followed those values as suggested by government laws on labeling expressed as to whether the Protein Efficiency Ratio is greater of less than that of casein, the chief protein of milk. You will need 45 grams if the PER is equal to of greater than casein, in which case the figure is in bold-face type, and 65 grams of protein if the PER is less than the value of casein, in which case the figure is in light-face type. Ir the protein has a value of less than 20% of casein, it cannot be considered a significant source of protein and should not be included in your protein calculations. If the figure appears in italics, there is a mixture of foods. A \\\"T\\\" indicates only a trace of protein, and where a dash appears, reliable information on the protein value is not presently available.<br><br>Copyright &copy; 1931, 1936, 1941, 1942, 1943, 1946, 1951, 1952, 1953, 1962, 1963, 1964, 1975, by the Bobbs-Merrill Company, Inc.\"},{\"id\":\"119934517T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"“As much as it’s an essential reference, it’s also an important work of domestic anthropology. . . each entry serves as the starting point for endless kitchen discovery.” —<b><i>The New York Times</i></b><br/><br/>“Cooking shouldn’t just be about making a delicious dish — owning the process and enjoying the experience ought to be just as important as the meal itself. The new <i>Joy of Cooking</i> is a reminder that nothing can compare to gathering around the table for a home cooked meal with the people who matter most.” <b>—Joanna Gaines, author of <i>The Magnolia Table</i></b><br/><br/>“Through its many editions, <i>Joy of Cooking</i> has long been an essential guide to the eclectic and always evolving American kitchen. With this latest update and its embrace of more than a decade's worth of newly arrived ingredients, dishes, tools, and understanding, Joy remains an unsurpassed resource for beginners and experienced cooks alike.” <b>—Harold McGee, author of <i>On Food & Cooking: The Science & Lore of the Kitchen</i></b><br/><br/>“The first new edition in over a decade reflects 21st-century values—and the traditions we’re determined to preserve.... The 2019 “Joy” is designed to be a first stop for cooks who grew up eating kimchi jjigae, pozole and palak paneer, whether at home or in restaurants, and see them as classic American dishes, too.” <b>–<i>T</i><i>he Wall Street Journal</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Generation after generation, <i>Joy </i>has been a warm, encouraging presence in American kitchens, teaching us to cook with grace and humor. This luminous new edition continues on that important tradition while seamlessly weaving in modern touches, making it all the more indispensable for generations to come.”  <b>—Samin Nosrat, author of <i>Salt Fat Acid Heat</i></b><br/><br/>“This new edition of the <i>Joy of Cooking</i> is a masterwork. It’s also an affectionate nod to the spirit of <i>Joy’</i>s mother, Irma Rombauer. Her legacy of encouraging and empowering cooks lives on in this respectful and exciting new edition.  It will delight you and will become your go-to resource.”  <b>—Robin Mather, <i>Chicago Tribune</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"This new edition is a virtual necessity in any kitchen...and an astonishing value at its list price.” <i><b>—Booklist, starred review</b></i><br/><br/>“Impressive, timely… Becker and Scott have improved upon a classic without bending it so sharply that it will feel dated in a decade—quite an achievement indeed.” <b><i>—Publisher's Weekly, starred review</i></b><br/><br/><i>\\\"Joy of Cooking</i> has been in print since the Great Depression, but...it’s definitely no longer your grandmother’s cookbook. Consider it a must-have for every budding home cook.\\\" <b>-<i>Eater</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"103840385T\",\"type\":\"Short Editorial\",\"linkText\":\"From Barnes & Noble\",\"typeId\":\"1008\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"bn.com\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"America's most popular kitchen bible has been revised for the first time in more than 20 years. Much is still familiar -- the recipe structure, with ingredients listed as they are called for, has been left intact, for instance -- but there's plenty that's new. Concerns about healthy eating are reflected throughout the new <i>Joy</i>, but old-fashioned, fat-laden dishes aren't gone entirely -- there are still plenty of appealing recipes for pies, tarts, puddings, eggs, and meats that set cholesterol scales tipping. As in previous revisions, changing tastes in food and the widening influence of ethnic cuisines have caused the most major changes in <i>Joy</i>. This is the ideal book for beginners, and a great reference for experienced cooks to have on hand as well.\"},{\"id\":\"103840392T\",\"type\":\"Recipe\",\"linkText\":\"View a Recipe\",\"typeId\":\"1017\",\"abbr\":\"RCP\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"This recipe can be found in <I>Joy Of Cooking</I>'s Stuffing chapter.    <P><B>BASIC BREAD STUFFING</B><BR>  <I>8 to 10 cups</I>    <P>This and the bread stuffing recipes that follow yield enough to stuff a 14- to 17-pound turkey. Many of the variations yield enough for an additional small casserole of stuffing. To stuff an oven roaster or 6 to 8 rock Cornish hens, halve the recipes. For a larger turkey, increase all the ingredients by half. The optional egg makes the stuffing firm. If you prefer the bread to be moist, skip the toasting step.    <P>Position a rack in the center of the oven. Preheat the oven to 400°F.    <P>Toast until golden brown:  <BLOCKQUOTE>1 pound sliced firm white sandwich, French, or Italian bread, including crusts, cut into 1/2-inch  cubes, or 10 cups lightly packed bread cubes</BLOCKQUOTE>    <P>Turn into a large bowl. Heat in a large skillet over medium-high heat until the foam subsides:  <BLOCKQUOTE>4 to 8 tablespoons (1/2 to 1 stick) unsalted butter</BLOCKQUOTE>    <P>Add and cook, stirring, until tender, about 5 minutes:  <BLOCKQUOTE>2 cups chopped onions  1 cup finely chopped celery</BLOCKQUOTE>    <P>Remove from the heat and stir in:  <BLOCKQUOTE>1/4 to 1/2 cup minced fresh  parsley<BR>  1 teaspoon dried sage, or 1 tablespoon minced fresh<BR>  1 teaspoon dried thyme, or 1 tablespoon minced fresh<BR>  I teaspoon salt<BR>  1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper<BR>  1/4 teaspoon freshly grated or ground nutmeg<BR>  1/8 teaspoon ground cloves</BLOCKQUOTE>    Stir into the bread cubes and toss until well combined. Depending on how much  butter you started with and how firm you want the stuffing, stir in, a little at a time, until the stuffing is lightly moist but not packed together:  <BLOCKQUOTE>1/3 to 1 cup chicken stock  1 to 2 large eggs, well beaten (optional)</BLOCKQUOTE>    <P>Adjust the seasonings. To use as a stuffing, reheat just before spooning it into the bird(s). Or moisten with  additional:   <BLOCKQUOTE>Stock and/or egg</BLOCKQUOTE>  and turn into a large, shallow buttered baking dish. Bake in a 350°F oven until the top has formed a crust and the stuffing is heated through, 25 to 40 minutes.    <P>This information can be found in the <I>Joy Of Cooking</I>'s Poultry chapter.    <P><B>RULES FOR STUFFING BIRDS</B>    <P>1. Always stuff the bird just before roasting‹never ahead of time, which would give any harmful bacteria that might be present in the cavity ample time to breed.     <P>2. Have the stuffing hot and pack it loosely in the body and neck cavities. The stuffing must reach a temperature of 160°F during roasting to ensure that any possible pathogens are killed. If it is cold and packed tightly into the bird, it will not heat to this point until long after the bird is cooked through.    <P>3. You must close the cavities in order to keep the stuffing in place. The quickest and most efficient way to do this is by sewingthe cavities shut with  a trussing needle and twine. If you do not own a trussing needle, secure the body cavity with small skewers and lacing (kits for this purpose are sold at kitchen shops) and close the neck cavity with toothpicks.    <P>4. When the bird has cooked through, take the temperature of the stuffing by plunging the stem of the thermometer deep into the body cavity. If the stuffing has not yet reached 160°F, simply take the bird out of the oven, scoop the stuffing into a buttered casserole, and bake it in the hot oven while the bird stands before carving.     <P>5. Finally, always take all the stuffing out of the cooked bird as soon as you begin to carve. Stuffing left inside a large turkey may remain warm for several hours, even if the bird is refrigerated, providing a perfect environment for bacterial growth.      <P><font size=-1>Copyright  &copy; 1997 by Simon & Schuster Inc., The Joy of CookingTrust and the MRB Revocable Trust</font>\"},{\"id\":\"119934526T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>Irma Rombauer self-published the first <i>Joy of Cooking</i> in 1931. In 1936, the first commercial edition was published by Bobbs-Merrill. Marion Rombauer Becker, Irma’s daughter, helped revise and update each subsequent edition until 1951. The 1963 edition was the first after Irma’s death and was completely Marion’s. Her son, Ethan Becker, helped Marion revise the 1975 edition, and then oversaw the 1997 and 75th Anniversary editions. Ethan’s son, John Becker and his wife, Megan Scott are the first of the family to be solely responsible for testing, revising, and updating the book since 1975, ensuring the latest edition is given the same love and attention to detail that made this culinary resource an American classic.<br><br>Ethan Becker is the son of Marion Rombauer Becker and the grandson of Irma S. Rombauer, the original author of <i>The Joy of Cooking</i>. He attended Le Cordon Bleu in Paris, but learned how to cook from his mom. An outdoors-man, he is a master of the grill and at cooking game. His outdoor gear and survival and combat knives are sold internationally under the brand Becker Knife and Tool. Ethan and his wife, Susan, a writer, editor, and artist, live in East Tennessee at their home, Half Moon Ridge. His website is TheJoyKitchen.com.<br><br>John Becker, great-grandson of Irma Rombauer, grew up surrounded by the natural splendor of the Pacific Northwest. Spending his childhood between Portland, Oregon and the Becker family home in Cincinnati, John learned to appreciate a range of approaches to cooking. Influenced by his father Ethan’s improvisational style, and his mother’s love of international foods and spices, John has an insatiable curiosity when it comes to food and cooking. After earning an English degree, he helped publish seventeen collections of literary essays before dedicating himself to the family business and updating <i>Joy</i> for a new generation. John currently lives in Portland, Oregon with his wife, Megan.<br>  <br><br>Megan Scott started worked for the <i>Joy of Cooking</i> in 2010, when she and John Becker met and immediately bonded over a shared love of blue cheese. Megan’s culinary education began in North Carolina, where she learned to cook from a long line of matriarchs. She grew up in a farming family, shucking corn and snapping green beans as far back as she can remember. She has been a cheesemaker’s apprentice, a baker, and an assistant pastry chef, and in addition to her work for <i>Joy</i> she is the culinary director for a marketing agency that specializes in food. Megan lives in Portland, Oregon, with her husband John and their two cats, Loki and Kishu.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"103840395T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Irma Rombauer self&#151;published the first <i>Joy of Cooking</i> in 1931. In 1936, the first commercial edition was published by Bobbs&#151;Merrill. Marion Rombauer Becker, Irma&rsquo;s daughter, helped revise and update each subsequent edition until 1951. The 1963 edition was the first after Irma&rsquo;s death and was completely Marion&rsquo;s. Her son, Ethan Becker, helped Marion revise the 1975 edition, and then oversaw the 1997 and 75th Anniversary editions. 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Spending his childhood between Portland, Oregon and the Becker family home in Cincinnati, John learned to appreciate a range of approaches to cooking. Influenced by his father Ethan&rsquo;s improvisational style, and his mother&rsquo;s love of international foods and spices, John has an insatiable curiosity when it comes to food and cooking. After earning an English degree, he helped publish seventeen collections of literary essays before dedicating himself to the family business and updating <i>Joy</i> for a new generation. John currently lives in Portland, Oregon with his wife, Megan.<BR> <BR><BR>Megan Scott started worked for the <i>Joy of Cooking</i> in 2010, when she and John Becker met and immediately bonded over a shared love of blue cheese. Megan&rsquo;s culinary education began in North Carolina, where she learned to cook from a long line of matriarchs. She grew up in a farming family, shucking corn and snapping green beans as far back as she can remember. 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Spending his childhood between Portland, Oregon and the Becker family home in Cincinnati, John learned to appreciate a range of approaches to cooking. Influenced by his father Ethan's improvisational style, and his mother's love of international foods and spices, John has an insatiable curiosity when it comes to food and cooking. After earning an English degree, he helped publish seventeen collections of literary essays before dedicating himself to the family business and updating <i>Joy</i> for a new generation. John currently lives in Portland, Oregon with his wife, Megan.<p>Megan Scott started worked for the <i>Joy of Cooking</i> in 2010, when she and John Becker met and immediately bonded over a shared love of blue cheese. Megan's culinary education began in North Carolina, where she learned to cook from a long line of matriarchs. She grew up in a farming family, shucking corn and snapping green beans as far back as she can remember. 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Can you relate? When you just can’t motivate yourself in the kitchen, this is the simple cookbook you should reach for. Inspired by Caro’s wildly popular Substack newsletter of the same name, What to Cook When You Don’t Feel Like Cooking is brimming with efficient recipes that take the guesswork out of dinner—in fact, each one is a complete meal: protein, veg, starch, done! The recipes are organized by the amount of time they take to cook, so whether you have 15 minutes to throw together Peanutty Pork and Brussels or a little bit longer to simmer Turkey Bolognese with Sneaky Veggies, dinnertime is totally doable. On top of that, Caro gives you more ways to choose, so you can search by protein (Chicken thighs waiting in the fridge? Make White Chicken Chili. Nothing but beans in the pantry? Cannellini Caprese with Burrata is it!) or mood (Tomato Farrotto is perfect for a cozy craving, and Crunchy Honey Harissa Fish Tacos are an excellent way to show off). Most importantly, these recipes include Caro’s famously extensive swaps, riffs, tips, shortcuts, and more to be sure they work best for you, helping you save money, improvise, and even learn a thing or two. They don’t compromise quality or flavor—and they deliver every time. With as few ingredients, steps, and, of course, dirty dishes as possible, dinner awaits! Perfect for beginners and those seeking easy cookbooks for simple meals, What to Cook When You Don't Feel Like Cooking is the ultimate \"I don't want to cook\" cookbook. With its focus on efficient, flavorful recipes and minimal ingredients, this easy dinner cookbook appeals to time-constrained parents, working professionals, and anyone who craves delicious homemade meals without the fuss. Readers seeking uncomplicated cookbooks for beginners will appreciate Caroline Chambers' approachable style, clever shortcuts, and flexible recipe options, making this book a go-to resource for satisfying meals on even the most exhausting days.","<b>THE INSTANT<i> NEW YORK TIMES</i>, <i>USA TODAY</i>, AND INDIE BESTSELLER</b><br><br><b>A <i>BON APPETIT</i> BEST COOKBOOK OF THE YEAR <i>• </i>A FOOD NETWORK BEST COOKBOOK OF THE YEAR <i>• </i>NATIONAL POST BEST COOKBOOK OF THE YEAR<i> • </i>AN AOL BEST COOKBOOK OF THE YEAR • NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS TO GIFT BY THE STRATEGIST, TASTING TABLE, AND <i>FORBES</i></b><br><br><b>RECIPES FOR BUSY PEOPLE WHO LOVE GOOD FOOD</b><br><br><b>With three little boys less than two years apart and a packed schedule as an online creator, Caroline Chambers often doesn’t feel like cooking. Can you relate? When you just can’t motivate yourself in the kitchen, this is the simple cookbook</b> <b>you should reach for.</b> Inspired by Caro’s wildly popular Substack newsletter of the same name, <i>What to Cook When You Don’t Feel Like Cooking </i>is brimming with efficient recipes that take the guesswork out of dinner—in fact, each one is a complete meal: protein, veg, starch, done! The recipes are organized by the amount of time they take to cook, so whether you have 15 minutes to throw together <b>Peanutty Pork and Brussels</b> or a little bit longer to simmer <b>Turkey Bolognese with Sneaky Veggies</b>, dinnertime is totally doable. On top of that, Caro gives you more ways to choose, so you can search by protein (Chicken thighs waiting in the fridge? Make <b>White Chicken Chili</b>. Nothing but beans in the pantry? <b>Cannellini Caprese with Burrata </b>is it!) or mood (<b>Tomato Farrotto</b> is perfect for a cozy craving, and <b>Crunchy Honey Harissa Fish Tacos </b>are an excellent way to show off). Most importantly, these recipes include Caro’s famously extensive swaps, riffs, tips, shortcuts, and more to be sure they work best for you, helping you save money, improvise, and even learn a thing or two. They don’t compromise quality or flavor—and they deliver every time. With as few ingredients, steps, and, of course, dirty dishes as possible, dinner awaits! <br><br><b>Perfect for beginners and those seeking easy cookbooks for simple meals,<i> What to Cook When You Don't Feel Like Cooking</i> is the ultimate \"I don't want to cook\" cookbook. With its focus on efficient, flavorful recipes and minimal ingredients, this easy dinner cookbook appeals to time-constrained parents, working professionals, and anyone who craves delicious homemade meals without the fuss. Readers seeking uncomplicated cookbooks for beginners will appreciate Caroline Chambers' approachable style, clever shortcuts, and flexible recipe options, making this book a go-to resource for satisfying meals on even the most exhausting days. </b>",{"_675":6446,"_36":6447,"_944":6448,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":6451},{"_5667":6449,"_5669":6450},{"_5643":6437},{"_5614":6424},{"_5614":749},{"_5614":6224},[6405,-5,-5,6406,6407,-5,6408,6409,6410,6411,6412,-5,6413,6414,-5,6415,6416,6417],{"_675":6435,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":6436},{"_675":6434,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":6224},{"_675":6433,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":6224},{"_675":6432,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":6255},{"_675":6430,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":6431},{"_675":6428,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":6429},{"_675":6426,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":6427},{"_675":6425,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":6423,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":6424},{"_675":6422,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":749},{"_675":6421,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":6420,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":5617},{"_675":6418,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":6419},"gid://shopify/Metafield/69003981062385","30","gid://shopify/Metafield/69003981095153","gid://shopify/Metafield/39644854190321","gid://shopify/Metafield/39644851044593","gid://shopify/Metafield/196668571648241","[\"Bonus $10 Reward on Our Favorite Books (p10710)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/39644853764337","gid://shopify/Metafield/39644852355313","1144612817","gid://shopify/Metafield/39644855337201","What-to-Cook-When-You-Dont-Feel-Like-Cooking/Caroline-Chambers","gid://shopify/Metafield/39644856058097","[{\"id\":\"96586288T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<B>THE INSTANT <I>NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY</I>, AND INDIE BESTSELLER</B></P><P><B><u>AWARDED BEST OF THE YEAR 2024&#58;</u></B></P><P><B><I>B</I></B><B><I>on Appetit</I></B>The 19 Best Cookbooks of 2024<BR /><B><I>Food Network </I></B>17 Best Cookbooks of 2024<BR /><B>The Strategist </B>The Best Cookbooks to Gift</P><P><B><I>Forbes</I></B><B></B>The Best Food And Sustainability Gifts of 2024</P><P><B>National Post&#160;</B>The Best Cookbooks to Buy<BR /><B>Tasting Table </B>12 Best Cookbooks to Gift in 2024<BR /><B><I>Good Food</I></B><I></I>The Best Cookbooks of 2024<BR /><B>AOL&#160;</B>The Best Cookbooks of 2024</P><P> &quot;This cookbook will be your ticket to sanity this fall.&quot;<BR /><B>&mdash;<I>Wall Street Journal</I></B><BR /><BR />&quot;What really stood out to me were the indexes. 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Colorful. Convenient. Comforting. Mega-bestselling author Tieghan Gerard is busier than ever-always creating recipes, taking photographs, and collaborating with friends. In her fourth cookbook, she returns with a collection of more than 120 recipes that reflect the way she cooks now: simple ingredients, easy to get on the table, short on time yet big on flavor. Having cooked for her large family from a young age, Tieghan loves the feeling of sharing great food-and now she wants to share that feeling with you. This collection leans into the comfort food she's known for, but with an eye toward getting it ready in a hurry. With many recipes doable in one pot or pan, most in under forty-five minutes, and a more-is-more focus on flavor (but not ingredients), you'll be feasting fast. Start your day with Maple Bacon Pancakes with Bourbon Maple Syrup, snack on Cheesy Roasted Shallot Bread, and make Garlic Butter Steak Bites with Bang Bang Sauce your family's new favorite. 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In her fourth cookbook, she returns with a collection of more than 120 recipes that reflect the way she cooks now: simple ingredients, easy to get on the table, short on time yet big on flavor.<br> <br>Having cooked for her large family from a young age, Tieghan loves the feeling of sharing great food-and now she wants to share that feeling with you. This collection leans into the comfort food she's known for, but with an eye toward getting it ready in a hurry. With many recipes doable in one pot or pan, most in under forty-five minutes, and a more-is-more focus on flavor (but not ingredients), you'll be feasting fast. Start your day with <b>Maple Bacon Pancakes with Bourbon Maple Syrup</b>, snack on <b>Cheesy Roasted Shallot Bread</b>, and make <b>Garlic Butter Steak Bites with Bang Bang Sauce</b> your family's new favorite. 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It's crazy to me that we already have three books together under our belts-and now, here we are with the latest. I might be a bit too attached, but the recipes ahead of you are my absolute favorite yet. Let me tell you why . . . <br/><br/>I feel like I wrote my first cookbook, <i>Half Baked Harvest</i>, forever ago. I was only twenty-two years old, and I have grown so much since then! Those recipes reflected that time in my life: they were a bit more detailed, maybe somewhat time intensive, and I just wrote in a different way than I do today. <i>Super Simple</i> focused heavily on Instant Pot, slow cooker, and skillet dinners. The idea was obvious and winning-I know many of you love it the most! And most recently was <i>Every Day</i>. I love that book: it shares balanced recipes that reflect my everyday lifestyle. It has a lot of color and a wonderful variety of flavors. <br/><br/>And now, here we are with <i>Quick & Cozy</i>! I feel the most confident about this book so far, and let me tell you, I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED!!! If you all knew what it took to get these ideas from my head to the book you hold in your hands now, you would understand even more, but I really put everything I have into these pages. And just like the title promises, the recipes are quick and cozy-and totally delicious! <br/><br/>But let me tell you what else <i>Quick & Cozy</i> means to me. Well, the quick part is pretty obvious-most of the recipes in this book are doable in under 45 minutes, and lots of them can be prepared in under 30. And the cozy part . . . yes, there are warm stews and hearty food in this book, but cozy is not just for wintertime. Really for me, cozy is about memories of growing up with my then-six brothers and our dad getting dinner on the table late at night. Summers back in Cleveland enjoying Dad's fresh-grown basil, falls spent craving Mom's pot roast, winter days hanging out with my Nonnie while she made chili, and spring vacations with the family cooking up the best burgers. A big part of the way I create is relying on my memories, especially the ones surrounding food and scents, and turning them into amazing meals to share with you. This book is full of memories I've made with my mom and dad, my brothers, my sister, my Nonnie, my many cousins, and the people we've added to our family over the years. So many great experiences have turned into so many delicious recipes. <br/><br/>In the usual HBH way, I've organized this book by types of meals and ingredients. And, as always, I've included tags for the easiest browsing experience for you. Throughout these pages, you'll find meals that are 10 ingredients or less, 30 minutes or less, one-pan, gluten-free, and vegetarian. The stories at the top of each recipe page share a special memory, a cooking tip, or a serving suggestion. The idea is that everyone can cook from this book! <br/><br/><br/><b>Ingredients </b><br/><br/>There is nothing fussy or fancy about these recipes. I have aimed to use the simplest ingredients. I'll tell you about my standard items below; you probably already have them at home! And there are some special things I've picked up over time that have really added so much flavor to my cooking that I want to introduce them to you, if you don't already know them. <br/><br/>I prefer to cook and bake with fine pink Himalayan salt. Himalayan salt boasts all eighty-four essential trace elements that our bodies need to function properly. It is also known to promote stable blood sugar levels, reduce muscle cramping, facilitate an optimal pH in your cells, and more. But I am definitely not a doctor, so that's about all I have! I love salt and I love the way this salt tastes, so why not use something that's also working hard for me? <br/><br/>I also use a lot of flaky salt to finish dishes. It is so pretty and adds the best little bursts of flavor right to the top of your food! I exclusively use salted butter, just like my mom taught me, but a lot of people don't prefer this. Keep in mind all my recipes are developed with salted butter, so if you use unsalted, you might need to add more salt to your dish! Also, always large eggs when baking. <br/><br/>Okay, and if we are talking key ingredients, I do have a few flavorful tricks up my sleeve. They keep things quick and cozy-these give a lot of payoff for just a little addition. You will notice I love gochujang chili paste, for its tangy, spicy, warm flavor and use it in many recipes-not just in those that have Korean-inspired flavors. (For example, it's hidden in my favorite meatballs on page 210!) I also love Calabrian chiles for their unique flavor, plus they come smashed into a paste and packed in oil, which makes them easy to mix into pretty much any recipe. And you can't beat their spicy flavor: it's not overpowering, but adds a good kick! They're super easy to find online. I have been a fan of oil-packed sun-dried tomatoes forever (the Whole Foods 365 brand is my favorite) because honestly, I just find them delicious. Their concentrated flavor, texture, color . . . I eat them from the jar, like olives! I even think they can replace ingredients like bacon or prosciutto if you're looking for a vegetarian swap. It's not the same, but they do add something. And I also make great use of the oil they're soaking in! Thai red curry paste adds a great kick of complex Thai herbs and spices without added sugar or funky ingredients. You can just as easily use it as a marinade as you can a base for a quick dressing mixed with oil. A couple of tablespoons goes a long way! I also use a lot of Mexican salsa verde. The brand I use, Sabor Mexicano, has hand-roasted tomatillos, jalapeños, cilantro, water, and sea salt-that's it-but it has THE BEST flavor! I would totally make this at home, but they did a better job. It's not too spicy and has a good smokiness. I love the charred pieces of peppers in the sauce, too. Oh, and I do love ketchup-but that's just a little fun fact. (There isn't much ketchup in my recipes, but while we're at it, I use Rao's or Primal Kitchen, which has no sugar added!) <br/><br/>Now it's time to turn the page and have fun finding all the recipes you want to cook, bake, and, fingers crossed, enjoy! I encourage you to use lots of sticky notes and mark your personal changes to each recipe so you can make them the way YOU love them next time. Those are the signs of a great cookbook! And don't forget the marinara sauce stains, too. <br/><br/>I can't wait to see what you cook up! Whether you're here for the fourth time or the first time, thank you for coming along. I promise you, this is the best Half Baked Harvest book yet!\"},{\"id\":\"109457562T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>Introduction</b><br><br>Hello again!<br><br> I can&rsquo;t believe I am sharing another cookbook with you. It&rsquo;s crazy to me that we already have three books together under our belts&mdash;and now, here we are with the latest. I might be a bit too attached, but the recipes ahead of you are my absolute favorite yet. Let me tell you why . . . <br><br>I feel like I wrote my first cookbook, <i>Half Baked Harvest</i>, forever ago. I was only twenty-two years old, and I have grown so much since then! 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And just like the title promises, the recipes are quick and cozy&mdash;and totally delicious! <br><br>But let me tell you what else <i>Quick & Cozy</i> means to me. Well, the quick part is pretty obvious&mdash;most of the recipes in this book are doable in under 45 minutes, and lots of them can be prepared in under 30. And the cozy part . . . yes, there are warm stews and hearty food in this book, but cozy is not just for wintertime. Really for me, cozy is about memories of growing up with my then-six brothers and our dad getting dinner on the table late at night. Summers back in Cleveland enjoying Dad&rsquo;s fresh-grown basil, falls spent craving Mom&rsquo;s pot roast, winter days hanging out with my Nonnie while she made chili, and spring vacations with the family cooking up the best burgers. A big part of the way I create is relying on my memories, especially the ones surrounding food and scents, and turning them into amazing meals to share with you. 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And there are some special things I&rsquo;ve picked up over time that have really added so much flavor to my cooking that I want to introduce them to you, if you don&rsquo;t already know them. <br><br>I prefer to cook and bake with fine pink Himalayan salt. Himalayan salt boasts all eighty-four essential trace elements that our bodies need to function properly. It is also known to promote stable blood sugar levels, reduce muscle cramping, facilitate an optimal pH in your cells, and more. But I am definitely not a doctor, so that&rsquo;s about all I have! I love salt and I love the way this salt tastes, so why not use something that&rsquo;s also working hard for me? <br><br>I also use a lot of flaky salt to finish dishes. It is so pretty and adds the best little bursts of flavor right to the top of your food! I exclusively use salted butter, just like my mom taught me, but a lot of people don&rsquo;t prefer this. Keep in mind all my recipes are developed with salted butter, so if you use unsalted, you might need to add more salt to your dish! Also, always large eggs when baking. <br><br>Okay, and if we are talking key ingredients, I do have a few flavorful tricks up my sleeve. They keep things quick and cozy&mdash;these give a lot of payoff for just a little&#160;addition. You will notice I love gochujang chili paste, for its tangy, spicy, warm flavor and use it in many recipes&mdash;not just in those that have Korean-inspired flavors. (For example, it&rsquo;s hidden in my favorite meatballs on page 210!) I also love Calabrian chiles for their unique flavor, plus they come smashed into a paste and packed in oil, which makes them easy to mix into pretty much any recipe. And you can&rsquo;t beat their spicy flavor&#58; it&rsquo;s not overpowering, but adds a good kick! They&rsquo;re super easy to find online. I have been a fan of oil-packed sun-dried tomatoes forever (the Whole Foods 365 brand is my favorite) because honestly, I just find them delicious. Their concentrated flavor, texture, color . . . I eat them from the jar, like olives! I even think they can replace ingredients like bacon or prosciutto if you&rsquo;re looking for a vegetarian swap. It&rsquo;s not the same, but they do add something. And I also make great use of the oil they&rsquo;re soaking in! Thai red curry paste adds a great kick of complex Thai herbs and spices without added sugar or funky ingredients. You can just as easily use it as a marinade as you can a base for a quick dressing mixed with oil. A couple of tablespoons goes a long way! I also use a lot of Mexican salsa verde. The brand I use, Sabor Mexicano, has hand-roasted tomatillos, jalape&ntilde;os, cilantro, water, and sea salt&mdash;that&rsquo;s it&mdash;but it has THE BEST flavor! I would totally make this at home, but they did a better job. It&rsquo;s not too spicy and has a good smokiness. I love the charred pieces of peppers in the sauce, too. Oh, and I do love ketchup&mdash;but that&rsquo;s just a little fun fact. (There isn&rsquo;t much ketchup in my recipes, but while we&rsquo;re at it, I use Rao&rsquo;s or Primal Kitchen, which has no sugar added!) <br><br>Now it&rsquo;s time to turn the page and have fun finding all the recipes you want to cook, bake, and, fingers crossed, enjoy! I encourage you to use lots of sticky notes and mark your personal changes to each recipe so you can make them the way YOU love them next time. Those are the signs of a great cookbook! And don&rsquo;t forget the marinara sauce stains, too. <br><br>I can&rsquo;t wait to see what you cook up! Whether you&rsquo;re here for the fourth time or the first time, thank you for coming along. 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The architect was Daniel Hudson Burnham, the fair's brilliant director of works and the builder of many of the country's most important structures, including the Flatiron Building in New York and Union Station in Washington, D.C. The murderer was Henry H. Holmes, a young doctor who, in a malign parody of the White City, built his \"World's Fair Hotel\" just west of the fairgrounds-a torture palace complete with dissection table, gas chamber, and 3,000-degree crematorium. Burnham overcame tremendous obstacles and tragedies as he organized the talents of Frederick Law Olmsted, Charles McKim, Louis Sullivan, and others to transform swampy Jackson Park into the White City, while Holmes used the attraction of the great fair and his own satanic charms to lure scores of young women to their deaths. What makes the story all the more chilling is that Holmes really lived, walking the grounds of that dream city by the lake.The Devil in the White City draws the reader into the enchantment of the Guilded Age, made all the more appealing by a supporting cast of real-life characters, including Buffalo Bill, Theodore Dreiser, Susan B. Anthony, Thomas Edison, Archduke Francis Ferdinand, and others. Erik Larson's gifts as a storyteller are magnificently displayed in this rich narrative of the master builder, the killer, and the great fair that obsessed them both.","<b>#1 NATIONAL BESTSELLER * NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST * From the #1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>The Splendid and the Vile</i> comes the true tale of the 1893 World's Fair in Chicago and the cunning serial killer who used the magic and majesty of the fair to lure his victims to their death. <br><br>\"As absorbing a piece of popular history as one will ever hope to find.\" -<i>San Francisco Chronicle<br><br></i>A <i>Kirkus Reviews </i>Best Nonfiction Book of the Century * A <i>Los Angeles Times </i>Best Nonfiction Book of the Last 30 Years<br></b><br>Combining meticulous research with nail-biting storytelling, Erik Larson has crafted a narrative with all the wonder of newly discovered history and the thrills of the best fiction.<i><br></i><br>Two men, each handsome and unusually adept at his chosen work, embodied an element of the great dynamic that characterized America's rush toward the twentieth century. The architect was Daniel Hudson Burnham, the fair's brilliant director of works and the builder of many of the country's most important structures, including the Flatiron Building in New York and Union Station in Washington, D.C. The murderer was Henry H. Holmes, a young doctor who, in a malign parody of the White City, built his \"World's Fair Hotel\" just west of the fairgrounds-a torture palace complete with dissection table, gas chamber, and 3,000-degree crematorium. <br><br>Burnham overcame tremendous obstacles and tragedies as he organized the talents of Frederick Law Olmsted, Charles McKim, Louis Sullivan, and others to transform swampy Jackson Park into the White City, while Holmes used the attraction of the great fair and his own satanic charms to lure scores of young women to their deaths. What makes the story all the more chilling is that Holmes really lived, walking the grounds of that dream city by the lake.<br><br><i>The Devil in the White City</i> draws the reader into the enchantment of the Guilded Age, made all the more appealing by a supporting cast of real-life characters, including Buffalo Bill, Theodore Dreiser, Susan B. Anthony, Thomas Edison, Archduke Francis Ferdinand, and others. Erik Larson's gifts as a storyteller are magnificently displayed in this rich narrative of the master builder, the killer, and the great fair that obsessed them both.",{"_675":6572,"_36":6573,"_944":5908,"_939":5727,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":6576},{"_5667":6574,"_5669":6575},{"_5643":6563},{"_5614":6549},{"_5614":771},{"_5614":5577},{"_5614":6562},[6529,-5,-5,6530,6531,-5,6532,6533,6534,6535,6536,-5,6537,6538,-5,6539,6540,6541],{"_675":6560,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":6561},{"_675":6559,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":5577},{"_675":6558,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":5577},{"_675":6557,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":5636},{"_675":6555,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":6556},{"_675":6553,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":6554},{"_675":6551,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":6552},{"_675":6550,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":6548,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":6549},{"_675":6547,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":771},{"_675":6546,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":6544,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":6545},{"_675":6542,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":6543},"gid://shopify/Metafield/59847969538289","234","gid://shopify/Metafield/59847969571057","{\"scale_min\":\"1.0\",\"scale_max\":\"5.0\",\"value\":\"4.1\"}","gid://shopify/Metafield/40121409044721","gid://shopify/Metafield/40121383387377","gid://shopify/Metafield/40121414418673","[\"Things to Do at Home (p8903)\",\"10 Lives that Changed History (p6241)\",\"Classroom Literature & Nonfiction (p5500)\",\"Father's Day Gifts (p3895)\",\"The Books You've Always Meant to Read (p10565)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/40121407406321","gid://shopify/Metafield/40121396953329","1100666104","gid://shopify/Metafield/40121412780273","The-Devil-in-the-White-City/Erik-Larson","gid://shopify/Metafield/40121414123761","[{\"id\":\"117332319T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>The Black City</b><br/><br/>How easy it was to disappear:<br/><br/>A thousand trains a day entered or left Chicago. Many of these trains brought single young women who had never even seen a city but now hoped to make one of the biggest and toughest their home. Jane Addams, the urban reformer who founded Chicago's Hull House, wrote, \\\"Never before in civilization have such numbers of young girls been suddenly released from the protection of the home and permitted to walk unattended upon the city streets and to work under alien roofs.\\\" The women sought work as typewriters, stenographers, seamstresses, and weavers. The men who hired them were for the most part moral citizens intent on efficiency and profit. But not always. On March 30, 1890, an officer of the First National Bank placed a warning in the help-wanted section of the Chicago Tribune, to inform female stenographers of \\\"our growing conviction that no thoroughly honorable business-man who is this side of dotage ever advertises for a lady stenographer who is a blonde, is good-looking, is quite alone in the city, or will transmit her photograph. All such advertisements upon their face bear the marks of vulgarity, nor do we regard it safe for any lady to answer such unseemly utterances.\\\"<br/><br/>The women walked to work on streets that angled past bars, gambling houses, and bordellos. Vice thrived, with official indulgence. \\\"The parlors and bedrooms in which honest folk lived were (as now) rather dull places,\\\" wrote Ben Hecht, late in his life, trying to explain this persistent trait of old Chicago. \\\"It was pleasant, in a way, to know that outside their windows, the devil was still capering in a flare of brimstone.\\\" In an analogy that would prove all too apt, Max Weber likened the city to \\\"a human being with his skin removed.\\\"<br/><br/>Anonymous death came early and often. Each of the thousand trains that entered and left the city did so at grade level. You could step from a curb and be killed by the Chicago Limited. Every day on average two people were destroyed at the city's rail crossings. Their injuries were grotesque. Pedestrians retrieved severed heads. There were other hazards. Streetcars fell from drawbridges. Horses bolted and dragged carriages into crowds. Fires took a dozen lives a day. In describing the fire dead, the term the newspapers most liked to use was \\\"roasted.\\\" There was diphtheria, typhus, cholera, influenza. And there was murder. In the time of the fair the rate at which men and women killed each other rose sharply throughout the nation but especially in Chicago, where police found themselves without the manpower or expertise to manage the volume. In the first six months of 1892 the city experienced nearly eight hundred homicides. Four a day. Most were prosaic, arising from robbery, argument, or sexual jealousy. Men shot women, women shot men, and children shot each other by accident. But all this could be understood. Nothing like the Whitechapel killings had occurred. Jack the Ripper's five-murder spree in 1888 had defied explanation and captivated readers throughout America, who believed such a thing could not happen in their own hometowns.<br/><br/>But things were changing. Everywhere one looked the boundary between the moral and the wicked seemed to be degrading. Elizabeth Cady Stanton argued in favor of divorce. Clarence Darrow advocated free love. A young woman named Borden killed her parents.<br/><br/>And in Chicago a young handsome doctor stepped from a train, his surgical valise in hand. He entered a world of clamor, smoke, and steam, refulgent with the scents of murdered cattle and pigs. He found it to his liking.<br/><br/>The letters came later, from the Cigrands, Williamses, Smythes, and untold others, addressed to that strange gloomy castle at Sixty-third and Wallace, pleading for the whereabouts of daughters and daughters' children.<br/><br/>It was so easy to disappear, so easy to deny knowledge, so very easy in the smoke and din to mask that something dark had taken root.<br/><br/>This was Chicago, on the eve of the greatest fair in history.\"},{\"id\":\"68751020T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>The Black City</b><br><br>How easy it was to disappear&#58;<br><br>A thousand trains a day entered or left Chicago. Many of these trains brought single young women who had never even seen a city but now hoped to make one of the biggest and toughest their home. Jane Addams, the urban reformer who founded Chicago's Hull House, wrote, &quot;Never before in civilization have such numbers of young girls been suddenly released from the protection of the home and permitted to walk unattended upon the city streets and to work under alien roofs.&quot; The women sought work as typewriters, stenographers, seamstresses, and weavers. The men who hired them were for the most part moral citizens intent on efficiency and profit. But not always. On March 30, 1890, an officer of the First National Bank placed a warning in the help-wanted section of the Chicago Tribune, to inform female stenographers of &quot;our growing conviction that no thoroughly honorable business-man who is this side of dotage ever advertises for a lady stenographer who is a blonde, is good-looking, is quite alone in the city, or will transmit her photograph. All such advertisements upon their face bear the marks of vulgarity, nor do we regard it safe for any lady to answer such unseemly utterances.&quot;<br><br>The women walked to work on streets that angled past bars, gambling houses, and bordellos. Vice thrived, with official indulgence. &quot;The parlors and bedrooms in which honest folk lived were (as now) rather dull places,&quot; wrote Ben Hecht, late in his life, trying to explain this persistent trait of old Chicago. &quot;It was pleasant, in a way, to know that outside their windows, the devil was still capering in a flare of brimstone.&quot; In an analogy that would prove all too apt, Max Weber likened the city to &quot;a human being with his skin removed.&quot;<br><br>Anonymous death came early and often. Each of the thousand trains that entered and left the city did so at grade level. You could step from a curb and be killed by the Chicago Limited. Every day on average two people were destroyed at the city's rail crossings. Their injuries were grotesque. Pedestrians retrieved severed heads. There were other hazards. Streetcars fell from drawbridges. Horses bolted and dragged carriages into crowds. Fires took a dozen lives a day. In describing the fire dead, the term the newspapers most liked to use was &quot;roasted.&quot; There was diphtheria, typhus, cholera, influenza. And there was murder. In the time of the fair the rate at which men and women killed each other rose sharply throughout the nation but especially in Chicago, where police found themselves without the manpower or expertise to manage the volume. In the first six months of 1892 the city experienced nearly eight hundred homicides. Four a day. Most were prosaic, arising from robbery, argument, or sexual jealousy. Men shot women, women shot men, and children shot each other by accident. But all this could be understood. Nothing like the Whitechapel killings had occurred. Jack the Ripper's five-murder spree in 1888 had defied explanation and captivated readers throughout America, who believed such a thing could not happen in their own hometowns.<br><br>But things were changing. Everywhere one looked the boundary between the moral and the wicked seemed to be degrading. Elizabeth Cady Stanton argued in favor of divorce. Clarence Darrow advocated free love. A young woman named Borden killed her parents.<br><br>And in Chicago a young handsome doctor stepped from a train, his surgical valise in hand. He entered a world of clamor, smoke, and steam, refulgent with the scents of murdered cattle and pigs. He found it to his liking.<br><br>The letters came later, from the Cigrands, Williamses, Smythes, and untold others, addressed to that strange gloomy castle at Sixty-third and Wallace, pleading for the whereabouts of daughters and daughters' children.<br><br>It was so easy to disappear, so easy to deny knowledge, so very easy in the smoke and din to mask that something dark had taken root.<br><br>This was Chicago, on the eve of the greatest fair in history.\"},{\"id\":\"50081430T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<b>The Black City</b><p>How easy it was to disappear&#58;<p>A thousand trains a day entered or left Chicago. Many of these trains brought single young women who had never even seen a city but now hoped to make one of the biggest and toughest their home. Jane Addams, the urban reformer who founded Chicago's Hull House, wrote, &quot;Never before in civilization have such numbers of young girls been suddenly released from the protection of the home and permitted to walk unattended upon the city streets and to work under alien roofs.&quot; The women sought work as typewriters, stenographers, seamstresses, and weavers. The men who hired them were for the most part moral citizens intent on efficiency and profit. But not always. On March 30, 1890, an officer of the First National Bank placed a warning in the help-wanted section of the Chicago Tribune, to inform female stenographers of &quot;our growing conviction that no thoroughly honorable business-man who is this side of dotage ever advertises for a lady stenographer who is a blonde, is good-looking, is quite alone in the city, or will transmit her photograph. All such advertisements upon their face bear the marks of vulgarity, nor do we regard it safe for any lady to answer such unseemly utterances.&quot;<p>The women walked to work on streets that angled past bars, gambling houses, and bordellos. Vice thrived, with official indulgence. &quot;The parlors and bedrooms in which honest folk lived were (as now) rather dull places,&quot; wrote Ben Hecht, late in his life, trying to explain this persistent trait of old Chicago. &quot;It was pleasant, in a way, to know that outside their windows, the devil was still capering in a flare of brimstone.&quot; In an analogy that would prove all too apt, Max Weber likened the city to &quot;a human being with his skin removed.&quot;<p>Anonymous death came early and often. Each of the thousand trains that entered and left the city did so at grade level. You could step from a curb and be killed by the Chicago Limited. Every day on average two people were destroyed at the city's rail crossings. Their injuries were grotesque. Pedestrians retrieved severed heads. There were other hazards. Streetcars fell from drawbridges. Horses bolted and dragged carriages into crowds. Fires took a dozen lives a day. In describing the fire dead, the term the newspapers most liked to use was &quot;roasted.&quot; There was diphtheria, typhus, cholera, influenza. And there was murder. In the time of the fair the rate at which men and women killed each other rose sharply throughout the nation but especially in Chicago, where police found themselves without the manpower or expertise to manage the volume. In the first six months of 1892 the city experienced nearly eight hundred homicides. Four a day. Most were prosaic, arising from robbery, argument, or sexual jealousy. Men shot women, women shot men, and children shot each other by accident. But all this could be understood. Nothing like the Whitechapel killings had occurred. Jack the Ripper's five-murder spree in 1888 had defied explanation and captivated readers throughout America, who believed such a thing could not happen in their own hometowns.<p>But things were changing. Everywhere one looked the boundary between the moral and the wicked seemed to be degrading. Elizabeth Cady Stanton argued in favor of divorce. Clarence Darrow advocated free love. A young woman named Borden killed her parents.<p>And in Chicago a young handsome doctor stepped from a train, his surgical valise in hand. He entered a world of clamor, smoke, and steam, refulgent with the scents of murdered cattle and pigs. He found it to his liking.<p>The letters came later, from the Cigrands, Williamses, Smythes, and untold others, addressed to that strange gloomy castle at Sixty-third and Wallace, pleading for the whereabouts of daughters and daughters' children.<p>It was so easy to disappear, so easy to deny knowledge, so very easy in the smoke and din to mask that something dark had taken root.<p>This was Chicago, on the eve of the greatest fair in history.\"},{\"id\":\"48347870T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<P><b>The Black City</b><P>How easy it was to disappear&#58;<P>A thousand trains a day entered or left Chicago. Many of these trains brought single young women who had never even seen a city but now hoped to make one of the biggest and toughest their home. Jane Addams, the urban reformer who founded Chicago's Hull House, wrote, &quot;Never before in civilization have such numbers of young girls been suddenly released from the protection of the home and permitted to walk unattended upon the city streets and to work under alien roofs.&quot; The women sought work as typewriters, stenographers, seamstresses, and weavers. The men who hired them were for the most part moral citizens intent on efficiency and profit. But not always. On March 30, 1890, an officer of the First National Bank placed a warning in the help-wanted section of the Chicago Tribune, to inform female stenographers of &quot;our growing conviction that no thoroughly honorable business-man who is this side of dotage ever advertises for a lady stenographer who is a blonde, is good-looking, is quite alone in the city, or will transmit her photograph. All such advertisements upon their face bear the marks of vulgarity, nor do we regard it safe for any lady to answer such unseemly utterances.&quot;<P>The women walked to work on streets that angled past bars, gambling houses, and bordellos. Vice thrived, with official indulgence. &quot;The parlors and bedrooms in which honest folk lived were (as now) rather dull places,&quot; wrote Ben Hecht, late in his life, trying to explain this persistent trait of old Chicago. &quot;It was pleasant, in a way, to know that outside their windows, the devil was still capering in a flare of brimstone.&quot; In an analogy that would prove all too apt, Max Weber likened the city to &quot;a human being with his skin removed.&quot;<P>Anonymous death came early and often. Each of the thousand trains that entered and left the city did so at grade level. You could step from a curb and be killed by the Chicago Limited. Every day on average two people were destroyed at the city's rail crossings. Their injuries were grotesque. Pedestrians retrieved severed heads. There were other hazards. Streetcars fell from drawbridges. Horses bolted and dragged carriages into crowds. Fires took a dozen lives a day. In describing the fire dead, the term the newspapers most liked to use was &quot;roasted.&quot; There was diphtheria, typhus, cholera, influenza. And there was murder. In the time of the fair the rate at which men and women killed each other rose sharply throughout the nation but especially in Chicago, where police found themselves without the manpower or expertise to manage the volume. In the first six months of 1892 the city experienced nearly eight hundred homicides. Four a day. Most were prosaic, arising from robbery, argument, or sexual jealousy. Men shot women, women shot men, and children shot each other by accident. But all this could be understood. Nothing like the Whitechapel killings had occurred. Jack the Ripper's five-murder spree in 1888 had defied explanation and captivated readers throughout America, who believed such a thing could not happen in their own hometowns.<P>But things were changing. Everywhere one looked the boundary between the moral and the wicked seemed to be degrading. Elizabeth Cady Stanton argued in favor of divorce. Clarence Darrow advocated free love. A young woman named Borden killed her parents.<P>And in Chicago a young handsome doctor stepped from a train, his surgical valise in hand. He entered a world of clamor, smoke, and steam, refulgent with the scents of murdered cattle and pigs. He found it to his liking.<P>The letters came later, from the Cigrands, Williamses, Smythes, and untold others, addressed to that strange gloomy castle at Sixty-third and Wallace, pleading for the whereabouts of daughters and daughters' children.<P>It was so easy to disappear, so easy to deny knowledge, so very easy in the smoke and din to mask that something dark had taken root.<P>This was Chicago, on the eve of the greatest fair in history.\"},{\"id\":\"2797876T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<b>The Black City</b><br/><br/>How easy it was to disappear:<br/><br/>A thousand trains a day entered or left Chicago. Many of these trains brought single young women who had never even seen a city but now hoped to make one of the biggest and toughest their home. Jane Addams, the urban reformer who founded Chicago's Hull House, wrote, \\\"Never before in civilization have such numbers of young girls been suddenly released from the protection of the home and permitted to walk unattended upon the city streets and to work under alien roofs.\\\" The women sought work as typewriters, stenographers, seamstresses, and weavers. The men who hired them were for the most part moral citizens intent on efficiency and profit. But not always. On March 30, 1890, an officer of the First National Bank placed a warning in the help-wanted section of the Chicago Tribune, to inform female stenographers of \\\"our growing conviction that no thoroughly honorable business-man who is this side of dotage ever advertises for a lady stenographer who is a blonde, is good-looking, is quite alone in the city, or will transmit her photograph. All such advertisements upon their face bear the marks of vulgarity, nor do we regard it safe for any lady to answer such unseemly utterances.\\\"<br/><br/>The women walked to work on streets that angled past bars, gambling houses, and bordellos. Vice thrived, with official indulgence. \\\"The parlors and bedrooms in which honest folk lived were (as now) rather dull places,\\\" wrote Ben Hecht, late in his life, trying to explain this persistent trait of old Chicago. \\\"It was pleasant, in a way, to know that outside their windows, the devil was still capering in a flare of brimstone.\\\" In an analogy that would prove all too apt, Max Weber likened the city to \\\"a human being with his skin removed.\\\"<br/><br/>Anonymous death came early and often. Each of the thousand trains that entered and left the city did so at grade level. You could step from a curb and be killed by the Chicago Limited. Every day on average two people were destroyed at the city's rail crossings. Their injuries were grotesque. Pedestrians retrieved severed heads. There were other hazards. Streetcars fell from drawbridges. Horses bolted and dragged carriages into crowds. Fires took a dozen lives a day. In describing the fire dead, the term the newspapers most liked to use was \\\"roasted.\\\" There was diphtheria, typhus, cholera, influenza. And there was murder. In the time of the fair the rate at which men and women killed each other rose sharply throughout the nation but especially in Chicago, where police found themselves without the manpower or expertise to manage the volume. In the first six months of 1892 the city experienced nearly eight hundred homicides. Four a day. Most were prosaic, arising from robbery, argument, or sexual jealousy. Men shot women, women shot men, and children shot each other by accident. But all this could be understood. Nothing like the Whitechapel killings had occurred. Jack the Ripper's five-murder spree in 1888 had defied explanation and captivated readers throughout America, who believed such a thing could not happen in their own hometowns.<br/><br/>But things were changing. Everywhere one looked the boundary between the moral and the wicked seemed to be degrading. Elizabeth Cady Stanton argued in favor of divorce. Clarence Darrow advocated free love. A young woman named Borden killed her parents.<br/><br/>And in Chicago a young handsome doctor stepped from a train, his surgical valise in hand. He entered a world of clamor, smoke, and steam, refulgent with the scents of murdered cattle and pigs. He found it to his liking.<br/><br/>The letters came later, from the Cigrands, Williamses, Smythes, and untold others, addressed to that strange gloomy castle at Sixty-third and Wallace, pleading for the whereabouts of daughters and daughters' children.<br/><br/>It was so easy to disappear, so easy to deny knowledge, so very easy in the smoke and din to mask that something dark had taken root.<br/><br/>This was Chicago, on the eve of the greatest fair in history.\"},{\"id\":\"4262449T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"6\",\"text\":\"<b>The Black City</b><br><br>How easy it was to disappear&#58;<br><br>A thousand trains a day entered or left Chicago. Many of these trains brought single young women who had never even seen a city but now hoped to make one of the biggest and toughest their home. Jane Addams, the urban reformer who founded Chicago's Hull House, wrote, &quot;Never before in civilization have such numbers of young girls been suddenly released from the protection of the home and permitted to walk unattended upon the city streets and to work under alien roofs.&quot; The women sought work as typewriters, stenographers, seamstresses, and weavers. The men who hired them were for the most part moral citizens intent on efficiency and profit. But not always. On March 30, 1890, an officer of the First National Bank placed a warning in the help-wanted section of the Chicago Tribune, to inform female stenographers of &quot;our growing conviction that no thoroughly honorable business-man who is this side of dotage ever advertises for a lady stenographer who is a blonde, is good-looking, is quite alone in the city, or will transmit her photograph. All such advertisements upon their face bear the marks of vulgarity, nor do we regard it safe for any lady to answer such unseemly utterances.&quot;<br><br>The women walked to work on streets that angled past bars, gambling houses, and bordellos. Vice thrived, with official indulgence. &quot;The parlors and bedrooms in which honest folk lived were (as now) rather dull places,&quot; wrote Ben Hecht, late in his life, trying to explain this persistent trait of old Chicago. &quot;It was pleasant, in a way, to know that outside their windows, the devil was still capering in a flare of brimstone.&quot; In an analogy that would prove all too apt, Max Weber likened the city to &quot;a human being with his skin removed.&quot;<br><br>Anonymous death came early and often. Each of the thousand trains that entered and left the city did so at grade level. You could step from a curb and be killed by the Chicago Limited. Every day on average two people were destroyed at the city's rail crossings. Their injuries were grotesque. Pedestrians retrieved severed heads. There were other hazards. Streetcars fell from drawbridges. Horses bolted and dragged carriages into crowds. Fires took a dozen lives a day. In describing the fire dead, the term the newspapers most liked to use was &quot;roasted.&quot; There was diphtheria, typhus, cholera, influenza. And there was murder. In the time of the fair the rate at which men and women killed each other rose sharply throughout the nation but especially in Chicago, where police found themselves without the manpower or expertise to manage the volume. In the first six months of 1892 the city experienced nearly eight hundred homicides. Four a day. Most were prosaic, arising from robbery, argument, or sexual jealousy. Men shot women, women shot men, and children shot each other by accident. But all this could be understood. Nothing like the Whitechapel killings had occurred. Jack the Ripper's five-murder spree in 1888 had defied explanation and captivated readers throughout America, who believed such a thing could not happen in their own hometowns.<br><br>But things were changing. Everywhere one looked the boundary between the moral and the wicked seemed to be degrading. Elizabeth Cady Stanton argued in favor of divorce. Clarence Darrow advocated free love. A young woman named Borden killed her parents.<br><br>And in Chicago a young handsome doctor stepped from a train, his surgical valise in hand. He entered a world of clamor, smoke, and steam, refulgent with the scents of murdered cattle and pigs. He found it to his liking.<br><br>The letters came later, from the Cigrands, Williamses, Smythes, and untold others, addressed to that strange gloomy castle at Sixty-third and Wallace, pleading for the whereabouts of daughters and daughters' children.<br><br>It was so easy to disappear, so easy to deny knowledge, so very easy in the smoke and din to mask that something dark had taken root.<br><br>This was Chicago, on the eve of the greatest fair in history.\"},{\"id\":\"3067451T\",\"type\":\"Short Editorial\",\"linkText\":\"From Barnes & Noble\",\"typeId\":\"1008\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"The bestselling author of <i>Isaac's Storm</i>  returns with a gripping tale about two men -- one a creative genius, the other a mass murderer -- who turned the 1893 Chicago World's Fair into their playground. Set against the dazzle of a dream city whose technological marvels presaged the coming century, this real-life drama of good and evil unfolds with all the narrative tension of a fictional thriller.   \"},{\"id\":\"117332321T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"Engrossing . . . exceedingly well documented . . . utterly fascinating.\\\" -<i><b>Chicago   Tribune</b><br/><br/> </i>\\\"A dynamic, enveloping book. . . . Relentlessly fuses history and entertainment   to give this nonfiction book the dramatic effect of a novel. . . .  It doesn't hurt   that this truth is stranger than fiction.\\\" <b>-</b><i><b>The New York Times</b><br/><br/> </i>\\\"So good, you find   yourself asking how you could not know this already.\\\" -<i><b>Esquire</b><br/><br/> </i>\\\"Another successful   exploration of American history. . . . Larson skillfully balances the grisly details   with the far-reaching implications of the World's Fair.\\\" <b>-</b><i><b>USA Today</b><br/><br/> </i>\\\"As absorbing   a piece of popular history as one will ever hope to find.\\\" <b>-</b><i><b>San Francisco Chronicle</b><br/><br/> </i>\\\"Paint[s] a dazzling picture of the Gilded Age and prefigure[s] the American century   to come.\\\" <b>-</b><i><b>Entertainment Weekly</b><br/><br/> </i>\\\"A wonderfully unexpected book. . . Larson is a historian   . . . with a novelist's soul.\\\" <b>-</b><i><b>Chicago Sun-Times </b><br/> </i>\"},{\"id\":\"117332320T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"National Book Awards, Short-listed<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"90926183T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>A chilling and very real true crime story from the turn of the 20th century that reads like a thriller. It&#8217;s a tale of gruesome detail set against the festive backdrop of the World Fair that gives us a window into a terrifying villain who may or may not have also been Jack the Ripper.</p> \"},{\"id\":\"85823148T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>A chilling true crime story from the turn of the 20th century that reads like a thriller, Erik Larson shows off his mastery in this bestseller.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"3479992T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"#1 NATIONAL BESTSELLER<br>National Book Award Finalist<br><br>&#8220;As absorbing a piece of popular history as one will ever hope to find.&#8221; &#8212;<i>San Francisco Chronicle</i><br><br>The introduction, discussion questions, suggested reading list, and author biography that follow are designed to enliven your group&#8217;s discussion of Erik Larson&#8217;s gripping account of the 1893 Chicago World&#8217;s Fair.<br><p>1) In the note &#8220;Evils Imminent,&#8221; Erik Larson writes &#8220;Beneath the gore and smoke and loam, this book is about the evanescence of life, and why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow&#8221; [xi]. What does the book reveal about &#8220;the ineluctable conflict between good and evil&#8221;? What is the essential difference between men like Daniel Burnham and Henry H. Holmes? Are they alike in any way?</p><p>2) At the end of <b>The Devil in the White City</b>, in Notes and Sources, Larson writes &#8220;The thing that entranced me about Chicago in the Gilded Age was the city&#8217;s willingness to take on the impossible in the name of civic honor, a concept so removed from the modern psyche that two wise readers of early drafts of this book wondered why Chicago was so avid to win the world&#8217;s fair in the first place&#8221; [p. 393]. What motives, in addition to &#8220;civic honor,&#8221; drove Chicago to build the Fair? In what ways might the desire to &#8220;out-Eiffel Eiffel&#8221; and to show New York that Chicago was more than a meat-packing backwater be seen as problematic?</p><p>3) The White City is repeatedly referred to as a dream. The young poet Edgar Lee Masters called the Court of Honor &#8220;an inexhaustible dream of beauty&#8221; [p. 252]; Dora Root wrote &#8220;I think I should never willingly cease drifting in that dreamland&#8221; [p. 253]; Theodore Dreiser said he had been swept &#8220;into a dream from which I did not recover for months&#8221; [p. 306]; and columnist Teresa Dean found it &#8220;cruel . . . to let us dream and drift through heaven for six months, and then to take it out of our lives&#8221; [p. 335]. What accounts for the dreamlike quality of the White City? What are the positive and negative aspects of this dream?</p><p>4) In what ways does the Chicago World&#8217;s Fair of 1893 change America? What lasting inventions and ideas did it introduce into American culture? What important figures were critically influenced by the Fair?</p><p>5) At the end of the book, Larson suggests that &#8220;Exactly what motivated Holmes may never be known&#8221; [p. 395]. What possible motives are exposed in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? Why is it important to try to understand the motives of a person like Holmes?</p><p>6) After the Fair ended, Ray Stannard Baker noted &#8220;What a human downfall after the magnificence and prodigality of the World&#8217;s Fair which has so recently closed its doors! Heights of splendor, pride, exaltation in one month&#58; depths of wretchedness, suffering, hunger, cold, in the next&#8221; [p. 334]. What is the relationship between the opulence and grandeur of the Fair and the poverty and degradation that surrounded it? In what ways does the Fair bring into focus the extreme contrasts of the Gilded Age? What narrative techniques does Larson use to create suspense in the book? How does he end sections and chapters of the book in a manner that makes&#8217; the reader anxious to find out what happens next?</p><p>7) Larson writes, &#8220;The juxtaposition of pride and unfathomed evil struck me as offering powerful insights into the nature of men and their ambitions&#8221; [p. 393]. What such insights does the book offer? What more recent stories of pride, ambition, and evil parallel those described in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>?</p><p>8) What does <b>The Devil in the White City</b> add to our knowledge about Frederick Law Olmsted and Daniel Burnham? What are the most admirable traits of these two men? What are their most important aesthetic principles?</p><p>9) In his speech before his wheel took on its first passengers, George Ferris &#8220;happily assured the audience that the man condemned for having &#8216;wheels in his head&#8217; had gotten them out of his head and into the heart of the Midway Plaisance&#8221; [p. 279]. In what way is the entire Fair an example of the power of human ingenuity, of the ability to realize the dreams of imagination?</p><p>10) How was Holmes able to exert such power over his victims? What weaknesses did he prey upon? Why wasn&#8217;t he caught earlier? In what ways does his story &#8220;illustrate the end of the century&#8221; [p. 370] as the <i>Chicago Times-Herald</i> wrote?</p><p>11) What satisfaction can be derived from a nonfiction book like <b>The Devil in the White City</b> that cannot be found in novels? In what ways is the book like a novel?</p><p>12) In describing the collapse of the roof of Manufacturers and Liberal Arts Building, Larson writes &#8220;In a great blur of snow and silvery glass the building&#8217;s roof&#8212;that marvel of late nineteenth-century hubris, enclosing the greatest volume of unobstructed space in history&#8212;collapsed to the floor below&#8221; [p. 196&#8211;97]. Was the entire Fair, in its extravagant size and cost, an exhibition of arrogance? Do such creative acts automatically engender a darker, destructive parallel? Can Holmes be seen as the natural darker side of the Fair&#8217;s glory?</p><p>13) What is the total picture of late nineteenth-century America that emerges from <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? How is that time both like and unlike contemporary America? What are the most significant differences? In what ways does that time mirror the present?</p>\"},{\"id\":\"68750372T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<P>#1 NATIONAL BESTSELLER<br>National Book Award Finalist<br><br>&#8220;As absorbing a piece of popular history as one will ever hope to find.&#8221; &#8212;<i>San Francisco Chronicle</i><br><br>The introduction, discussion questions, suggested reading list, and author biography that follow are designed to enliven your group&#8217;s discussion of Erik Larson&#8217;s gripping account of the 1893 Chicago World&#8217;s Fair.<br><P>1) In the note &#8220;Evils Imminent,&#8221; Erik Larson writes &#8220;Beneath the gore and smoke and loam, this book is about the evanescence of life, and why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow&#8221; [xi]. What does the book reveal about &#8220;the ineluctable conflict between good and evil&#8221;? What is the essential difference between men like Daniel Burnham and Henry H. Holmes? Are they alike in any way?</p><P>2) At the end of <b>The Devil in the White City</b>, in Notes and Sources, Larson writes &#8220;The thing that entranced me about Chicago in the Gilded Age was the city&#8217;s willingness to take on the impossible in the name of civic honor, a concept so removed from the modern psyche that two wise readers of early drafts of this book wondered why Chicago was so avid to win the world&#8217;s fair in the first place&#8221; [p. 393]. What motives, in addition to &#8220;civic honor,&#8221; drove Chicago to build the Fair? In what ways might the desire to &#8220;out-Eiffel Eiffel&#8221; and to show New York that Chicago was more than a meat-packing backwater be seen as problematic?</p><P>3) The White City is repeatedly referred to as a dream. The young poet Edgar Lee Masters called the Court of Honor &#8220;an inexhaustible dream of beauty&#8221; [p. 252]; Dora Root wrote &#8220;I think I should never willingly cease drifting in that dreamland&#8221; [p. 253]; Theodore Dreiser said he had been swept &#8220;into a dream from which I did not recover for months&#8221; [p. 306]; and columnist Teresa Dean found it &#8220;cruel . . . to let us dream and drift through heaven for six months, and then to take it out of our lives&#8221; [p. 335]. What accounts for the dreamlike quality of the White City? What are the positive and negative aspects of this dream?</p><P>4) In what ways does the Chicago World&#8217;s Fair of 1893 change America? What lasting inventions and ideas did it introduce into American culture? What important figures were critically influenced by the Fair?</p><P>5) At the end of the book, Larson suggests that &#8220;Exactly what motivated Holmes may never be known&#8221; [p. 395]. What possible motives are exposed in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? Why is it important to try to understand the motives of a person like Holmes?</p><P>6) After the Fair ended, Ray Stannard Baker noted &#8220;What a human downfall after the magnificence and prodigality of the World&#8217;s Fair which has so recently closed its doors! Heights of splendor, pride, exaltation in one month&#58; depths of wretchedness, suffering, hunger, cold, in the next&#8221; [p. 334]. What is the relationship between the opulence and grandeur of the Fair and the poverty and degradation that surrounded it? In what ways does the Fair bring into focus the extreme contrasts of the Gilded Age? What narrative techniques does Larson use to create suspense in the book? How does he end sections and chapters of the book in a manner that makes&#8217; the reader anxious to find out what happens next?</p><P>7) Larson writes, &#8220;The juxtaposition of pride and unfathomed evil struck me as offering powerful insights into the nature of men and their ambitions&#8221; [p. 393]. What such insights does the book offer? What more recent stories of pride, ambition, and evil parallel those described in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>?</p><P>8) What does <b>The Devil in the White City</b> add to our knowledge about Frederick Law Olmsted and Daniel Burnham? What are the most admirable traits of these two men? What are their most important aesthetic principles?</p><P>9) In his speech before his wheel took on its first passengers, George Ferris &#8220;happily assured the audience that the man condemned for having &#8216;wheels in his head&#8217; had gotten them out of his head and into the heart of the Midway Plaisance&#8221; [p. 279]. In what way is the entire Fair an example of the power of human ingenuity, of the ability to realize the dreams of imagination?</p><P>10) How was Holmes able to exert such power over his victims? What weaknesses did he prey upon? Why wasn&#8217;t he caught earlier? In what ways does his story &#8220;illustrate the end of the century&#8221; [p. 370] as the <i>Chicago Times-Herald</i> wrote?</p><P>11) What satisfaction can be derived from a nonfiction book like <b>The Devil in the White City</b> that cannot be found in novels? In what ways is the book like a novel?</p><P>12) In describing the collapse of the roof of Manufacturers and Liberal Arts Building, Larson writes &#8220;In a great blur of snow and silvery glass the building&#8217;s roof&#8212;that marvel of late nineteenth-century hubris, enclosing the greatest volume of unobstructed space in history&#8212;collapsed to the floor below&#8221; [p. 196&#8211;97]. Was the entire Fair, in its extravagant size and cost, an exhibition of arrogance? Do such creative acts automatically engender a darker, destructive parallel? Can Holmes be seen as the natural darker side of the Fair&#8217;s glory?</p><P>13) What is the total picture of late nineteenth-century America that emerges from <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? How is that time both like and unlike contemporary America? What are the most significant differences? 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What does the book reveal about &#8220;the ineluctable conflict between good and evil&#8221;? What is the essential difference between men like Daniel Burnham and Henry H. Holmes? Are they alike in any way?<p>2) At the end of <b>The Devil in the White City</b>, in Notes and Sources, Larson writes &#8220;The thing that entranced me about Chicago in the Gilded Age was the city&#8217;s willingness to take on the impossible in the name of civic honor, a concept so removed from the modern psyche that two wise readers of early drafts of this book wondered why Chicago was so avid to win the world&#8217;s fair in the first place&#8221; [p. 393]. What motives, in addition to &#8220;civic honor,&#8221; drove Chicago to build the Fair? In what ways might the desire to &#8220;out-Eiffel Eiffel&#8221; and to show New York that Chicago was more than a meat-packing backwater be seen as problematic?<p>3) The White City is repeatedly referred to as a dream. The young poet Edgar Lee Masters called the Court of Honor &#8220;an inexhaustible dream of beauty&#8221; [p. 252]; Dora Root wrote &#8220;I think I should never willingly cease drifting in that dreamland&#8221; [p. 253]; Theodore Dreiser said he had been swept &#8220;into a dream from which I did not recover for months&#8221; [p. 306]; and columnist Teresa Dean found it &#8220;cruel . . . to let us dream and drift through heaven for six months, and then to take it out of our lives&#8221; [p. 335]. What accounts for the dreamlike quality of the White City? What are the positive and negative aspects of this dream?<p>4) In what ways does the Chicago World&#8217;s Fair of 1893 change America? What lasting inventions and ideas did it introduce into American culture? What important figures were critically influenced by the Fair?<p>5) At the end of the book, Larson suggests that &#8220;Exactly what motivated Holmes may never be known&#8221; [p. 395]. What possible motives are exposed in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? Why is it important to try to understand the motives of a person like Holmes?<p>6) After the Fair ended, Ray Stannard Baker noted &#8220;What a human downfall after the magnificence and prodigality of the World&#8217;s Fair which has so recently closed its doors! Heights of splendor, pride, exaltation in one month&#58; depths of wretchedness, suffering, hunger, cold, in the next&#8221; [p. 334]. What is the relationship between the opulence and grandeur of the Fair and the poverty and degradation that surrounded it? In what ways does the Fair bring into focus the extreme contrasts of the Gilded Age? What narrative techniques does Larson use to create suspense in the book? How does he end sections and chapters of the book in a manner that makes&#8217; the reader anxious to find out what happens next?<p>7) Larson writes, &#8220;The juxtaposition of pride and unfathomed evil struck me as offering powerful insights into the nature of men and their ambitions&#8221; [p. 393]. What such insights does the book offer? What more recent stories of pride, ambition, and evil parallel those described in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>?<p>8) What does <b>The Devil in the White City</b> add to our knowledge about Frederick Law Olmsted and Daniel Burnham? What are the most admirable traits of these two men? What are their most important aesthetic principles?<p>9) In his speech before his wheel took on its first passengers, George Ferris &#8220;happily assured the audience that the man condemned for having &#8216;wheels in his head&#8217; had gotten them out of his head and into the heart of the Midway Plaisance&#8221; [p. 279]. In what way is the entire Fair an example of the power of human ingenuity, of the ability to realize the dreams of imagination?<p>10) How was Holmes able to exert such power over his victims? What weaknesses did he prey upon? Why wasn&#8217;t he caught earlier? In what ways does his story &#8220;illustrate the end of the century&#8221; [p. 370] as the <i>Chicago Times-Herald</i> wrote?<p>11) What satisfaction can be derived from a nonfiction book like <b>The Devil in the White City</b> that cannot be found in novels? In what ways is the book like a novel?<p>12) In describing the collapse of the roof of Manufacturers and Liberal Arts Building, Larson writes &#8220;In a great blur of snow and silvery glass the building&#8217;s roof&#8212;that marvel of late nineteenth-century hubris, enclosing the greatest volume of unobstructed space in history&#8212;collapsed to the floor below&#8221; [p. 196&#8211;97]. Was the entire Fair, in its extravagant size and cost, an exhibition of arrogance? Do such creative acts automatically engender a darker, destructive parallel? Can Holmes be seen as the natural darker side of the Fair&#8217;s glory?<p>13) What is the total picture of late nineteenth-century America that emerges from <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? How is that time both like and unlike contemporary America? What are the most significant differences? 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What does the book reveal about &#8220;the ineluctable conflict between good and evil&#8221;? What is the essential difference between men like Daniel Burnham and Henry H. Holmes? Are they alike in any way?<P>2) At the end of <b>The Devil in the White City</b>, in Notes and Sources, Larson writes &#8220;The thing that entranced me about Chicago in the Gilded Age was the city&#8217;s willingness to take on the impossible in the name of civic honor, a concept so removed from the modern psyche that two wise readers of early drafts of this book wondered why Chicago was so avid to win the world&#8217;s fair in the first place&#8221; [p. 393]. What motives, in addition to &#8220;civic honor,&#8221; drove Chicago to build the Fair? In what ways might the desire to &#8220;out-Eiffel Eiffel&#8221; and to show New York that Chicago was more than a meat-packing backwater be seen as problematic?<P>3) The White City is repeatedly referred to as a dream. The young poet Edgar Lee Masters called the Court of Honor &#8220;an inexhaustible dream of beauty&#8221; [p. 252]; Dora Root wrote &#8220;I think I should never willingly cease drifting in that dreamland&#8221; [p. 253]; Theodore Dreiser said he had been swept &#8220;into a dream from which I did not recover for months&#8221; [p. 306]; and columnist Teresa Dean found it &#8220;cruel . . . to let us dream and drift through heaven for six months, and then to take it out of our lives&#8221; [p. 335]. What accounts for the dreamlike quality of the White City? What are the positive and negative aspects of this dream?<P>4) In what ways does the Chicago World&#8217;s Fair of 1893 change America? What lasting inventions and ideas did it introduce into American culture? What important figures were critically influenced by the Fair?<P>5) At the end of the book, Larson suggests that &#8220;Exactly what motivated Holmes may never be known&#8221; [p. 395]. What possible motives are exposed in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? Why is it important to try to understand the motives of a person like Holmes?<P>6) After the Fair ended, Ray Stannard Baker noted &#8220;What a human downfall after the magnificence and prodigality of the World&#8217;s Fair which has so recently closed its doors! Heights of splendor, pride, exaltation in one month&#58; depths of wretchedness, suffering, hunger, cold, in the next&#8221; [p. 334]. What is the relationship between the opulence and grandeur of the Fair and the poverty and degradation that surrounded it? In what ways does the Fair bring into focus the extreme contrasts of the Gilded Age? What narrative techniques does Larson use to create suspense in the book? How does he end sections and chapters of the book in a manner that makes&#8217; the reader anxious to find out what happens next?<P>7) Larson writes, &#8220;The juxtaposition of pride and unfathomed evil struck me as offering powerful insights into the nature of men and their ambitions&#8221; [p. 393]. What such insights does the book offer? What more recent stories of pride, ambition, and evil parallel those described in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>?<P>8) What does <b>The Devil in the White City</b> add to our knowledge about Frederick Law Olmsted and Daniel Burnham? What are the most admirable traits of these two men? What are their most important aesthetic principles?<P>9) In his speech before his wheel took on its first passengers, George Ferris &#8220;happily assured the audience that the man condemned for having &#8216;wheels in his head&#8217; had gotten them out of his head and into the heart of the Midway Plaisance&#8221; [p. 279]. In what way is the entire Fair an example of the power of human ingenuity, of the ability to realize the dreams of imagination?<P>10) How was Holmes able to exert such power over his victims? What weaknesses did he prey upon? Why wasn&#8217;t he caught earlier? In what ways does his story &#8220;illustrate the end of the century&#8221; [p. 370] as the <i>Chicago Times-Herald</i> wrote?<P>11) What satisfaction can be derived from a nonfiction book like <b>The Devil in the White City</b> that cannot be found in novels? In what ways is the book like a novel?<P>12) In describing the collapse of the roof of Manufacturers and Liberal Arts Building, Larson writes &#8220;In a great blur of snow and silvery glass the building&#8217;s roof&#8212;that marvel of late nineteenth-century hubris, enclosing the greatest volume of unobstructed space in history&#8212;collapsed to the floor below&#8221; [p. 196&#8211;97]. Was the entire Fair, in its extravagant size and cost, an exhibition of arrogance? Do such creative acts automatically engender a darker, destructive parallel? Can Holmes be seen as the natural darker side of the Fair&#8217;s glory?<P>13) What is the total picture of late nineteenth-century America that emerges from <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? How is that time both like and unlike contemporary America? What are the most significant differences? In what ways does that time mirror the present?<P>\"},{\"id\":\"23538610T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<p>1) In the note &#8220;Evils Imminent,&#8221; Erik Larson writes &#8220;Beneath the gore and smoke and loam, this book is about the evanescence of life, and why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow&#8221; [xi]. What does the book reveal about &#8220;the ineluctable conflict between good and evil&#8221;? What is the essential difference between men like Daniel Burnham and Henry H. Holmes? Are they alike in any way?<p>2) At the end of <b>The Devil in the White City</b>, in Notes and Sources, Larson writes &#8220;The thing that entranced me about Chicago in the Gilded Age was the city&#8217;s willingness to take on the impossible in the name of civic honor, a concept so removed from the modern psyche that two wise readers of early drafts of this book wondered why Chicago was so avid to win the world&#8217;s fair in the first place&#8221; [p. 393]. What motives, in addition to &#8220;civic honor,&#8221; drove Chicago to build the Fair? In what ways might the desire to &#8220;out-Eiffel Eiffel&#8221; and to show New York that Chicago was more than a meat-packing backwater be seen as problematic?<p>3) The White City is repeatedly referred to as a dream. The young poet Edgar Lee Masters called the Court of Honor &#8220;an inexhaustible dream of beauty&#8221; [p. 252]; Dora Root wrote &#8220;I think I should never willingly cease drifting in that dreamland&#8221; [p. 253]; Theodore Dreiser said he had been swept &#8220;into a dream from which I did not recover for months&#8221; [p. 306]; and columnist Teresa Dean found it &#8220;cruel . . . to let us dream and drift through heaven for six months, and then to take it out of our lives&#8221; [p. 335]. What accounts for the dreamlike quality of the White City? What are the positive and negative aspects of this dream?<p>4) In what ways does the Chicago World&#8217;s Fair of 1893 change America? What lasting inventions and ideas did it introduce into American culture? What important figures were critically influenced by the Fair?<p>5) At the end of the book, Larson suggests that &#8220;Exactly what motivated Holmes may never be known&#8221; [p. 395]. What possible motives are exposed in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? Why is it important to try to understand the motives of a person like Holmes?<p>6) After the Fair ended, Ray Stannard Baker noted &#8220;What a human downfall after the magnificence and prodigality of the World&#8217;s Fair which has so recently closed its doors! Heights of splendor, pride, exaltation in one month&#58; depths of wretchedness, suffering, hunger, cold, in the next&#8221; [p. 334]. What is the relationship between the opulence and grandeur of the Fair and the poverty and degradation that surrounded it? In what ways does the Fair bring into focus the extreme contrasts of the Gilded Age? What narrative techniques does Larson use to create suspense in the book? How does he end sections and chapters of the book in a manner that makes&#8217; the reader anxious to find out what happens next?<p>7) Larson writes, &#8220;The juxtaposition of pride and unfathomed evil struck me as offering powerful insights into the nature of men and their ambitions&#8221; [p. 393]. What such insights does the book offer? What more recent stories of pride, ambition, and evil parallel those described in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>?<p>8) What does <b>The Devil in the White City</b> add to our knowledge about Frederick Law Olmsted and Daniel Burnham? What are the most admirable traits of these two men? What are their most important aesthetic principles?<p>9) In his speech before his wheel took on its first passengers, George Ferris &#8220;happily assured the audience that the man condemned for having &#8216;wheels in his head&#8217; had gotten them out of his head and into the heart of the Midway Plaisance&#8221; [p. 279]. In what way is the entire Fair an example of the power of human ingenuity, of the ability to realize the dreams of imagination?<p>10) How was Holmes able to exert such power over his victims? What weaknesses did he prey upon? Why wasn&#8217;t he caught earlier? In what ways does his story &#8220;illustrate the end of the century&#8221; [p. 370] as the <i>Chicago Times-Herald</i> wrote?<p>11) What satisfaction can be derived from a nonfiction book like <b>The Devil in the White City</b> that cannot be found in novels? In what ways is the book like a novel?<p>12) In describing the collapse of the roof of Manufacturers and Liberal Arts Building, Larson writes &#8220;In a great blur of snow and silvery glass the building&#8217;s roof&#8212;that marvel of late nineteenth-century hubris, enclosing the greatest volume of unobstructed space in history&#8212;collapsed to the floor below&#8221; [p. 196&#8211;97]. Was the entire Fair, in its extravagant size and cost, an exhibition of arrogance? Do such creative acts automatically engender a darker, destructive parallel? Can Holmes be seen as the natural darker side of the Fair&#8217;s glory?<p>13) What is the total picture of late nineteenth-century America that emerges from <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? How is that time both like and unlike contemporary America? What are the most significant differences? In what ways does that time mirror the present?<p>\"},{\"id\":\"9512608T\",\"type\":\"Introduction\",\"linkText\":\"Forewords & Introductions\",\"typeId\":\"1014\",\"abbr\":\"PRF\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<P>#1 NATIONAL BESTSELLER<br>National Book Award Finalist<br><br>&#8220;As absorbing a piece of popular history as one will ever hope to find.&#8221; &#8212;<i>San Francisco Chronicle</i><br><br>The introduction, discussion questions, suggested reading list, and author biography that follow are designed to enliven your group&#8217;s discussion of Erik Larson&#8217;s gripping account of the 1893 Chicago World&#8217;s Fair.  \"},{\"id\":\"9512617T\",\"type\":\"Foreword\",\"linkText\":\"Forewords & Introductions\",\"typeId\":\"1015\",\"abbr\":\"PRF\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<P><p>1) In the note &#8220;Evils Imminent,&#8221; Erik Larson writes &#8220;Beneath the gore and smoke and loam, this book is about the evanescence of life, and why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow&#8221; [xi]. What does the book reveal about &#8220;the ineluctable conflict between good and evil&#8221;? What is the essential difference between men like Daniel Burnham and Henry H. Holmes? Are they alike in any way?</p><p>2) At the end of <b>The Devil in the White City</b>, in Notes and Sources, Larson writes &#8220;The thing that entranced me about Chicago in the Gilded Age was the city&#8217;s willingness to take on the impossible in the name of civic honor, a concept so removed from the modern psyche that two wise readers of early drafts of this book wondered why Chicago was so avid to win the world&#8217;s fair in the first place&#8221; [p. 393]. What motives, in addition to &#8220;civic honor,&#8221; drove Chicago to build the Fair? In what ways might the desire to &#8220;out-Eiffel Eiffel&#8221; and to show New York that Chicago was more than a meat-packing backwater be seen as problematic?</p><p>3) The White City is repeatedly referred to as a dream. The young poet Edgar Lee Masters called the Court of Honor &#8220;an inexhaustible dream of beauty&#8221; [p. 252]; Dora Root wrote &#8220;I think I should never willingly cease drifting in that dreamland&#8221; [p. 253]; Theodore Dreiser said he had been swept &#8220;into a dream from which I did not recover for months&#8221; [p. 306]; and columnist Teresa Dean found it &#8220;cruel . . . to let us dream and drift through heaven for six months, andthen to take it out of our lives&#8221; [p. 335]. What accounts for the dreamlike quality of the White City? What are the positive and negative aspects of this dream?</p><p>4) In what ways does the Chicago World&#8217;s Fair of 1893 change America? What lasting inventions and ideas did it introduce into American culture? What important figures were critically influenced by the Fair?</p><p>5) At the end of the book, Larson suggests that &#8220;Exactly what motivated Holmes may never be known&#8221; [p. 395]. What possible motives are exposed in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? Why is it important to try to understand the motives of a person like Holmes?</p><p>6) After the Fair ended, Ray Stannard Baker noted &#8220;What a human downfall after the magnificence and prodigality of the World&#8217;s Fair which has so recently closed its doors! Heights of splendor, pride, exaltation in one month: depths of wretchedness, suffering, hunger, cold, in the next&#8221; [p. 334]. What is the relationship between the opulence and grandeur of the Fair and the poverty and degradation that surrounded it? In what ways does the Fair bring into focus the extreme contrasts of the Gilded Age? What narrative techniques does Larson use to create suspense in the book? How does he end sections and chapters of the book in a manner that makes&#8217; the reader anxious to find out what happens next?</p><p>7) Larson writes, &#8220;The juxtaposition of pride and unfathomed evil struck me as offering powerful insights into the nature of men and their ambitions&#8221; [p. 393]. What such insights does the book offer? What more recent stories of pride, ambition, and evil parallel those described in <b>The Devil in the White City</b>?</p><p>8) What does <b>The Devil in the White City</b> add to our knowledge about Frederick Law Olmsted and Daniel Burnham? What are the most admirable traits of these two men? What are their most important aesthetic principles?</p><p>9) In his speech before his wheel took on its first passengers, George Ferris &#8220;happily assured the audience that the man condemned for having &#8216;wheels in his head&#8217; had gotten them out of his head and into the heart of the Midway Plaisance&#8221; [p. 279]. In what way is the entire Fair an example of the power of human ingenuity, of the ability to realize the dreams of imagination?</p><p>10) How was Holmes able to exert such power over his victims? What weaknesses did he prey upon? Why wasn&#8217;t he caught earlier? In what ways does his story &#8220;illustrate the end of the century&#8221; [p. 370] as the <i>Chicago Times-Herald</i> wrote?</p><p>11) What satisfaction can be derived from a nonfiction book like <b>The Devil in the White City</b> that cannot be found in novels? In what ways is the book like a novel?</p><p>12) In describing the collapse of the roof of Manufacturers and Liberal Arts Building, Larson writes &#8220;In a great blur of snow and silvery glass the building&#8217;s roof&#8212;that marvel of late nineteenth-century hubris, enclosing the greatest volume of unobstructed space in history&#8212;collapsed to the floor below&#8221; [p. 196&#8211;97]. Was the entire Fair, in its extravagant size and cost, an exhibition of arrogance? Do such creative acts automatically engender a darker, destructive parallel? Can Holmes be seen as the natural darker side of the Fair&#8217;s glory?</p><p>13) What is the total picture of late nineteenth-century America that emerges from <b>The Devil in the White City</b>? How is that time both like and unlike contemporary America? What are the most significant differences? 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Goodreads Readers' Choice Nonfiction Winner.Tuberculosis has been entwined with hu­manity for millennia. Once romanticized as a malady of poets, today tuberculosis is seen as a disease of poverty that walks the trails of injustice and inequity we blazed for it.In 2019, author John Green met Henry Reider, a young tuberculosis patient at Lakka Government Hospital in Sierra Leone. John be­came fast friends with Henry, a boy with spindly legs and a big, goofy smile. In the years since that first visit to Lakka, Green has become a vocal advocate for increased access to treatment and wider awareness of the healthcare inequi­ties that allow this curable, preventable infec­tious disease to also be the deadliest, killing over a million people every year.In Everything Is Tuberculosis, John tells Henry's story, woven through with the scientific and social histories of how tuberculosis has shaped our world-and how our choices will shape the future of tuberculosis.","<b>#1 <i>New York Times </i>bestseller * #1 <i>Washington Post </i>bestseller * #1 Indie Bestseller * <i>USA Today </i>Bestseller<br><br>John Green, award-winning author and passionate advocate for global healthcare reform, tells a deeply human story illuminating the fight against the world's deadliest infectious disease.</b><br><br><b>AN ACCLAIMED BEST BOOK OF 2025: NPR,<i> Scientific American</i>,<i> Science News</i>,<i> Booklist</i>,<i> BookPage</i>,<i> Chicago Sun-Times.</i> Goodreads Readers' Choice Nonfiction Winner.</b><br><br>Tuberculosis has been entwined with hu­manity for millennia. 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This is the story of us.\\\"<i> -Slate</i><br/><br/><i>\\\"Everything Is Tuberculosis</i> makes an urgent case for the kind of global health initiatives that the U.S. has been turning against. It's also <b>witty, cogent and achingly beautiful</b>.\\\" -NPR <br/><br/>\\\"In this <b>urgent and compassionate</b> work, John Green shows how this illness is still the world's deadliest infectious disease, and he does it with <b>sharp reporting and deeply emotional storytelling</b>. His voice resonates with clarity and conviction.\\\" -<i>Scientific American</i><br/><br/>\\\"Green's work serves as <b>an important reminder for all people of goodwill what true justice looks like</b>.\\\" -<i>National Catholic Reporter</i><br/><br/>\\\"<i>Everything Is Tuberculosis </i>isn't about an ancient disease. <b>It's about what it means to be human, how we understand suffering, how we respond to it, and what happens when we look away.</b>\\\" -<i>Psychology Today</i><br/><br/>\\\"<b>Absolutely fascinating and told masterfully</b>.\\\" -Rebecca Yarros, \\\"What Rebecca Yarros Loved This Year in Culture,\\\" <i>Vulture</i><br/><br/>\\\"<b>An exceptional combination of memoir, medical history and cultural analysis</b>. . . . Memorably probes the intersections of medicine and human emotion.\\\" -<i>BookPage</i>, starred review<br/><br/>\\\"Henry's story is <b>hopeful and heartbreaking</b>; readers will be rooting for him and his family the whole way through.\\\" -<i>SLJ</i>, starred review<br/><br/>\\\"Green writes expertly of the illness's history, causes, and cure. . . . <b>Makes what might be inaccessible accessible</b>.\\\" -<i>Booklist</i>, starred review<br/><br/>\\\"In these challenging times, <b>the global health community is fortunate to count on Green and his inspiring advocacy</b>.\\\" -<i>The Lancet</i><br/><br/>\\\"<b>A story of hope and tragedy that feels terribly relevant</b> at a time when the global healthcare system is coming under attack.\\\" -The AV Club <br/><br/><i><br/><b>Praise for John Green's </b></i><b>The Anthropocene Reviewed</b><br/>#1 <i>New York Times </i>Bestseller * #1 <i>Wall Street Journal </i>Bestseller * #1 Indie Bestseller * <i>USA Today </i>Bestseller * International Bestseller * Goodreads Choice Nonfiction Book of the Year<br/><br/>\\\"Masterful. A beautiful, timely book about the human condition-and a timeless reminder to pay attention to your attention.\\\" -Adam Grant, #1 bestselling author of <i>Think Again </i>and host of the podcast <i>Re:Thinking</i><br/>\\\"Essential to the human conversation. John Green whispered the truth of humanity onto the page.\\\" -<i>Library Journal</i>, starred review<br/>\\\"Charming, curious, and heartfelt. Each essay feels like its own adventure on a journey toward understanding our world and humanity's impact on it.\\\" -NPR, Best Books of the Year\"},{\"id\":\"121117326T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"<b>Earnest and empathetic</b>.\\\" -<i>The New York Times</i><br/><br/>\\\"<b>The real magic of Green's writing is the deeply considerate, human touch that goes into every word</b>.\\\" <i>-The Associated Press<br/></i><br/>&#8243;<b>Told with the intelligence, wit, and tragedy that have become hallmarks of the author's work</b>.... This is the story of us.\\\"<i> -Slate</i><br/><br/><i>\\\"Everything Is Tuberculosis</i> makes an urgent case for the kind of global health initiatives that the U.S. has been turning against. It's also <b>witty, cogent and achingly beautiful</b>.\\\" -NPR <br/><br/>\\\"In this <b>urgent and compassionate</b> work, John Green shows how this illness is still the world's deadliest infectious disease, and he does it with <b>sharp reporting and deeply emotional storytelling</b>. His voice resonates with clarity and conviction.\\\" -<i>Scientific American</i><br/><br/>\\\"Green's work serves as <b>an important reminder for all people of goodwill what true justice looks like</b>.\\\" -<i>National Catholic Reporter</i><br/><br/>\\\"<i>Everything Is Tuberculosis </i>isn't about an ancient disease. <b>It's about what it means to be human, how we understand suffering, how we respond to it, and what happens when we look away.</b>\\\" -<i>Psychology Today</i><br/><br/>\\\"<b>Absolutely fascinating and told masterfully</b>.\\\" -Rebecca Yarros, \\\"What Rebecca Yarros Loved This Year in Culture,\\\" <i>Vulture</i><br/><br/>\\\"<b>An exceptional combination of memoir, medical history and cultural analysis</b>. . . . Memorably probes the intersections of medicine and human emotion.\\\" -<i>BookPage</i>, starred review<br/><br/>\\\"Henry's story is <b>hopeful and heartbreaking</b>; readers will be rooting for him and his family the whole way through.\\\" -<i>SLJ</i>, starred review<br/><br/>\\\"Green writes expertly of the illness's history, causes, and cure. . . . <b>Makes what might be inaccessible accessible</b>.\\\" -<i>Booklist</i>, starred review<br/><br/>\\\"In these challenging times, <b>the global health community is fortunate to count on Green and his inspiring advocacy</b>.\\\" -<i>The Lancet</i><br/><br/>\\\"<b>A story of hope and tragedy that feels terribly relevant</b> at a time when the global healthcare system is coming under attack.\\\" -The AV Club <br/><br/><i><br/><b>Praise for John Green's </b></i><b>The Anthropocene Reviewed</b><br/>#1 <i>New York Times </i>Bestseller * #1 <i>Wall Street Journal </i>Bestseller * #1 Indie Bestseller * <i>USA Today </i>Bestseller * International Bestseller * Goodreads Choice Nonfiction Book of the Year<br/><br/>\\\"Masterful. A beautiful, timely book about the human condition-and a timeless reminder to pay attention to your attention.\\\" -Adam Grant, #1 bestselling author of <i>Think Again </i>and host of the podcast <i>Re:Thinking</i><br/>\\\"Essential to the human conversation. John Green whispered the truth of humanity onto the page.\\\" -<i>Library Journal</i>, starred review<br/>\\\"Charming, curious, and heartfelt. Each essay feels like its own adventure on a journey toward understanding our world and humanity's impact on it.\\\" -NPR, Best Books of the Year\"},{\"id\":\"110293135T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>John Green, vanguard of Young Adult fiction, author of <i>The Anthropocene Reviewed: Essays on a Human-Centered Planet</i>, and modern media renaissance man now brings his passion for healthcare reform to the page. 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The powerful narrative reveals the deeper meaning of the events on The Wager, showing that it was not only the captain and crew who ended up on trial, but the very idea of empire.A Best Book of the Year: The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, The New Yorker, TIME, Smithsonian, NPR, Vulture\"Riveting...Reads like a thriller, tackling a multilayered history-and imperialism-with gusto.\" -TimeOn January 28, 1742, a ramshackle vessel of patched-together wood and cloth washed up on the coast of Brazil. Inside were thirty emaciated men, barely alive, and they had an extraordinary tale to tell. They were survivors of His Majesty's Ship the Wager, a British vessel that had left England in 1740 on a secret mission during an imperial war with Spain. While the Wager had been chasing a Spanish treasure-filled galleon known as \"the prize of all the oceans,\" it had wrecked on a desolate island off the coast of Patagonia. The men, after being marooned for months and facing starvation, built the flimsy craft and sailed for more than a hundred days, traversing nearly 3,000 miles of storm-wracked seas. They were greeted as heroes.But then ... six months later, another, even more decrepit craft landed on the coast of Chile. This boat contained just three castaways, and they told a very different story. The thirty sailors who landed in Brazil were not heroes - they were mutineers. The first group responded with countercharges of their own, of a tyrannical and murderous senior officer and his henchmen. It became clear that while stranded on the island the crew had fallen into anarchy, with warring factions fighting for dominion over the barren wilderness. As accusations of treachery and murder flew, the Admiralty convened a court martial to determine who was telling the truth. The stakes were life-and-death-for whomever the court found guilty could hang.The Wager is a grand tale of human behavior at the extremes told by one of our greatest nonfiction writers. Grann's recreation of the hidden world on a British warship rivals the work of Patrick O'Brian, his portrayal of the castaways' desperate straits stands up to the classics of survival writing such as The Endurance, and his account of the court martial has the savvy of a Scott Turow thriller. As always with Grann's work, the incredible twists of the narrative hold the reader spellbound.","<b>A \"TOUR DE FORCE OF NARRATIVE NONFICTION\" (<i>WSJ</i>) WITH OVER ONE YEAR ON THE NYT BEST SELLER LIST <br><br>From the author of <i>Killers of the Flower Moon</i>, a page-turning story of shipwreck, survival, and savagery, culminating in a court martial that reveals a shocking truth. The powerful narrative reveals the deeper meaning of the events on <i>The Wager</i>, showing that it was not only the captain and crew who ended up on trial, but the very idea of empire.</b><br><br><b>A Best Book of the Year: <i>The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, The New Yorker</i>, <i>TIME</i>, <i>Smithsonian</i>, NPR, <i>Vulture</i></b><br><br><b><b>\"Riveting...Reads like a thriller, tackling a multilayered history-and imperialism-with gusto.\" -<i>Time</i></b></b><br><br>On January 28, 1742, a ramshackle vessel of patched-together wood and cloth washed up on the coast of Brazil. Inside were thirty emaciated men, barely alive, and they had an extraordinary tale to tell. They were survivors of His Majesty's Ship the Wager, a British vessel that had left England in 1740 on a secret mission during an imperial war with Spain. While the Wager had been chasing a Spanish treasure-filled galleon known as \"the prize of all the oceans,\" it had wrecked on a desolate island off the coast of Patagonia. The men, after being marooned for months and facing starvation, built the flimsy craft and sailed for more than a hundred days, traversing nearly 3,000 miles of storm-wracked seas. They were greeted as heroes.<br><br>But then ... six months later, another, even more decrepit craft landed on the coast of Chile. This boat contained just three castaways, and they told a very different story. The thirty sailors who landed in Brazil were not heroes - they were mutineers. The first group responded with countercharges of their own, of a tyrannical and murderous senior officer and his henchmen. It became clear that while stranded on the island the crew had fallen into anarchy, with warring factions fighting for dominion over the barren wilderness. As accusations of treachery and murder flew, the Admiralty convened a court martial to determine who was telling the truth. The stakes were life-and-death-for whomever the court found guilty could hang.<br><br><i>The Wager</i> is a grand tale of human behavior at the extremes told by one of our greatest nonfiction writers. Grann's recreation of the hidden world on a British warship rivals the work of Patrick O'Brian, his portrayal of the castaways' desperate straits stands up to the classics of survival writing such as <i>The Endurance</i>, and his account of the court martial has the savvy of a Scott Turow thriller. As always with Grann's work, the incredible twists of the narrative hold the reader spellbound.",{"_675":6688,"_36":6689,"_944":6690,"_939":6691,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":6694},{"_5667":6692,"_5669":6693},{"_5643":6679},{"_5614":6666},{"_5614":777},{"_5614":5577},[6646,-5,-5,6647,6648,-5,6649,6650,6651,6652,6653,-5,6654,6655,-5,6656,6657,6658],{"_675":6677,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":6678},{"_675":6676,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":5577},{"_675":6675,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":5577},{"_675":6674,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":5636},{"_675":6672,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":6673},{"_675":6670,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":6671},{"_675":6668,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":6669},{"_675":6667,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":6665,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":6666},{"_675":6664,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":777},{"_675":6663,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":6661,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":6662},{"_675":6659,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":6660},"gid://shopify/Metafield/62954673045745","47","gid://shopify/Metafield/62954673078513","{\"scale_min\":\"1.0\",\"scale_max\":\"5.0\",\"value\":\"4.5\"}","gid://shopify/Metafield/38892321210609","gid://shopify/Metafield/38892312756465","gid://shopify/Metafield/38892324028657","[\"BADGE - $3 OFF (p7877)\",\"B|$3 Off|#DD2A27|#701F15 (p7847)\",\"Our Most Anticipated Books (p10162)\",\"Our Best Paperbacks (p10342)\",\"Father's Day Gifts (p3895)\",\"Retail Price fixing (p261)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/38892320588017","gid://shopify/Metafield/38892318064881","1141813906","gid://shopify/Metafield/38892322816241","The-Wager/David-Grann","gid://shopify/Metafield/38892323864817","[{\"id\":\"116236838T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"Chapter 1<br/><br/>The First Lieutenant<br/><br/>Each man in the squadron carried, along with a sea chest, his own burdensome story. Perhaps it was of a scorned love, or a secret prison conviction, or a pregnant wife left on shore weeping. Perhaps it was a hunger for fame and fortune, or a dread of death. David Cheap, the first lieutenant of the Centurion, the squadron's flagship, was no different. A burly Scotsman in his early forties with a protracted nose and intense eyes, he was in flight-from squabbles with his brother over their inheritance, from creditors chasing him, from debts that made it impossible for him to find a suitable bride. Onshore, Cheap seemed doomed, unable to navigate past life's unexpected shoals. Yet as he perched on the quarterdeck of a British man-of-war, cruising the vast oceans with a cocked hat and spyglass, he brimmed with confidence-even, some would say, a touch of haughtiness. The wooden world of a ship-a world bound by the Navy's rigid regulations and the laws of the sea and, most of all, by the hardened fellowship of men-had provided him a refuge. Suddenly he felt a crystalline order, a clarity of purpose. And Cheap's newest posting, despite the innumerable risks that it carried, from plagues and drowning to enemy cannon fire, offered what he longed for: a chance to finally claim a wealthy prize and rise to captain his own ship, becoming a lord of the sea.<br/><br/>The problem was that he could not get away from the damned land. He was trapped-cursed, really-at the dockyard in Portsmouth, along the English Channel, struggling with feverish futility to get the Centurion fitted out and ready to sail. Its massive wooden hull, 144 feet long and 40 feet wide, was moored at a slip. Carpenters, caulkers, riggers, and joiners combed over its decks like rats (which were also plentiful). A cacophony of hammers and saws. The cobblestone streets past the shipyard were congested with rattling wheelbarrows and horse-drawn wagons, with porters, peddlers, pickpockets, sailors, and prostitutes. Periodically, a boatswain blew a chilling whistle, and crewmen stumbled from ale shops, parting from old or new sweethearts, hurrying to their departing ships in order to avoid their officers' lashes.<br/><br/>It was January 1740, and the British Empire was racing to mobilize for war against its imperial rival Spain. And in a move that had suddenly raised Cheap's prospects, the captain under whom he served on the Centurion, George Anson, had been plucked by the Admiralty to be a commodore and lead the squadron of five warships against the Spanish. The promotion was unexpected. As the son of an obscure country squire, Anson did not wield the level of patronage, the grease-or \\\"interest,\\\" as it was more politely called-that propelled many officers up the pole, along with their men. Anson, then forty-two, had joined the Navy at the age of fourteen, and served for nearly three decades without leading a major military campaign or snaring a lucrative prize.<br/><br/>Tall, with a long face and a high forehead, he had a remoteness about him. His blue eyes were inscrutable, and outside the company of a few trusted friends he rarely opened his mouth. One statesman, after meeting with him, noted, \\\"Anson, as usual, said little.\\\" Anson corresponded even more sparingly, as if he doubted the ability of words to convey what he saw or felt. \\\"He loved reading little, and writing, or dictating his own letters less, and that seeming negligence . . .  drew upon him the ill will of many,\\\" a relative wrote. A diplomat later quipped that Anson was so unknowing about the world that he'd been \\\"round it, but never in it.\\\"<br/><br/>Nevertheless, the Admiralty had recognized in Anson what Cheap had also seen in him in the two years since he'd joined the Centurion's crew: a formidable seaman. Anson had a mastery of the wooden world and, equally important, a mastery of himself-he remained cool and steady under duress. His relative noted, \\\"He had high notions of sincerity and honor and practiced them without deviation.\\\" In addition to Cheap, he had attracted a coterie of talented junior officers and protégés, all vying for his favor. One later informed Anson that he was more obliged to him than to his own father and would do anything to \\\"act up to the good opinion you are pleased to have of me.\\\" If Anson succeeded in his new role as commodore of the squadron, he would be in a position to anoint any captain he wanted. And Cheap, who'd initially served as Anson's second lieutenant, was now his right-hand man.<br/><br/>Like Anson, Cheap had spent much of his life at sea, a bruising existence he'd at first hoped to escape. As Samuel Johnson once observed, \\\"No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned.\\\" Cheap's father had possessed a large estate in Fife, Scotland, and one of those titles-the second Laird of Rossie-that evoked nobility even if it did not quite confer it. His motto, emblazoned on the family's crest, was Ditat virtus: \\\"Virtue enriches.\\\" He had seven children with his first wife, and, after she died, he had six more with his second, among them David.<br/><br/>In 1705, the year that David celebrated his eighth birthday, his father stepped out to fetch some goat's milk and dropped dead. As was custom, it was the oldest male heir-David's half brother James-who inherited the bulk of the estate. And so David was buffeted by forces beyond his control, in a world divided between first sons and younger sons, between haves and have-nots. Compounding his upheaval, James, now ensconced as the third Laird of Rossie, frequently neglected to pay the allowance that had been bequeathed to his half brothers and half sister: some blood was apparently thicker than others'. Driven to find work, David apprenticed to a merchant, but his debts mounted. So in 1714, the year he turned seventeen, he ran off to sea, a decision that was evidently welcomed by his family-as his guardian wrote to his older brother, \\\"The sooner he goes off it will be better for you and me.\\\"<br/><br/>After these setbacks, Cheap seemed only more consumed by his festering dreams, more determined to bend what he called an \\\"unhappy fate.\\\" On his own, on an ocean distant from the world he knew, he might prove himself in elemental struggles-braving typhoons, outdueling enemy ships, rescuing his companions from calamities.<br/><br/>But though Cheap had chased a few pirates-including the one-handed Irishman Henry Johnson, who fired his gun by resting the barrel on his stump-these earlier voyages had proved largely uneventful. He'd been sent to patrol the West Indies, generally considered the worst assignment in the Navy because of the specter of disease. The Saffron Scourge. The Bloody Flux. The Breakbone Fever. The Blue Death.<br/><br/>But Cheap had endured. Wasn't there something to be said for that? Moreover, he'd earned the trust of Anson and worked his way up to first lieutenant. No doubt it helped that they shared a disdain for reckless banter, or what Cheap deemed a \\\"vaporing manner.\\\" A Scottish minister who later became close to Cheap noted that Anson had employed him because he was \\\"a man of sense and knowledge.\\\" Cheap, the once-forlorn debtor, was but one rung from his coveted captaincy. And with the war with Spain having broken out, he was about to head into full-fledged battle for the first time.<br/><br/>The conflict was the result of the endless jockeying among the European powers to expand their empires. They each vied to conquer or control ever larger swaths of the earth, so that they could exploit and monopolize other nations' valuable natural resources and trade markets. In the process, they subjugated and destroyed innumerable indigenous peoples, justifying their ruthless self-interest-including the reliance on the ever-expanding Atlantic slave trade-by claiming that they were somehow spreading \\\"civilization\\\" to the benighted realms of the earth. Spain had long been the dominant empire in Latin America, but Great Britain, which already possessed colonies along the American eastern seaboard, was now on the ascendance-and determined to break its rival's hold. <br/><br/>Then, in 1738, Robert Jenkins, a British merchant captain, was summoned to appear in Parliament, where he reportedly claimed that a Spanish officer had stormed his brig in the Caribbean and, accusing him of smuggling sugar from Spain's colonies, cut off his left ear. Jenkins reputedly displayed his severed appendage, pickled in a jar, and pledged \\\"my cause to my country.\\\" The incident further ignited the passions of Parliament and pamphleteers, leading people to cry for blood-an ear for an ear-and a good deal of booty as well. The conflict became known as the War of Jenkins' Ear.<br/><br/>British authorities soon devised a plan to launch an attack on a hub of Spain's colonial wealth: Cartagena. A South American city on the Caribbean, it was where much of the silver extracted from Peruvian mines was shipped in armed convoys to Spain. The British offensive-involving a massive fleet of 186 ships, led by Admiral Edward Vernon-would be the largest amphibious assault in history. But there was also another, much smaller operation: the one assigned to Commodore Anson.<br/><br/>With five warships and a scouting sloop, he and some two thousand men would sail across the Atlantic and round Cape Horn, \\\"taking, sinking, burning, or otherwise destroying\\\" enemy ships and weakening Spanish holdings from the Pacific coast of South America to the Philippines. The British government, in concocting its scheme, wanted to avoid the impression that it was merely sponsoring piracy. Yet the heart of the plan called for an act of outright thievery: to snatch a Spanish galleon loaded with virgin silver and hundreds of thousands of silver coins. Twice a year, Spain sent such a galleon-it was not always the same ship-from Mexico to the Philippines to purchase silks and spices and other Asian commodities, which, in turn, were sold in Europe and the Americas. These exchanges provided crucial links in Spain's global trading empire.<br/><br/>Cheap and the others ordered to carry out the mission were rarely privy to the agendas of those in power, but they were lured by a tantalizing prospect: a share of the treasure. The Centurion's twenty-two-year-old chaplain, Reverend Richard Walter, who later compiled an account of the voyage, described the galleon as \\\"the most desirable prize that was to be met with in any part of the globe.\\\"<br/><br/>If Anson and his men prevailed-\\\"if it shall please God to bless our arms,\\\" as the Admiralty put it-they would continue circling the earth before returning home. The Admiralty had given Anson a code and a cipher to use for his written communication, and an official warned that the mission must be carried out in the \\\"most secret, expeditious manner.\\\" Otherwise, Anson's squadron might be intercepted and destroyed by a large Spanish armada being assembled under the command of Don José Pizarro.<br/><br/>Cheap was facing his longest expedition-he might be gone for three years-and his most perilous. But he saw himself as a knight-errant of the sea in search of \\\"the greatest prize of all the oceans.\\\" And along the way, he might become a captain yet.<br/><br/>Yet if the squadron didn't embark quickly, Cheap feared, the entire party would be annihilated by a force even more dangerous than the Spanish armada: the violent seas around Cape Horn. Only a few British sailors had successfully made this passage, where winds routinely blow at gale force, waves can climb to nearly a hundred feet, and icebergs lurk in the hollows. Seamen thought that the best chance to survive was during the austral summer, between December and February. Reverend Walter cited this \\\"essential maxim,\\\" explaining that during winter not only were the seas fiercer and the temperatures freezing; there were fewer hours of daylight in which one could discern the uncharted coastline. All these reasons, he argued, would make navigating around this unknown shore the \\\"most dismaying and terrible.\\\"<br/><br/>But since war had been declared, in October 1739, the Centurion and the other men-of-war in the squadron-including the Gloucester, the Pearl, and the Severn-had been marooned in England, waiting to be repaired and fitted out for the next journey. Cheap watched helplessly as the days ticked by. January 1740 came and went. Then February and March. It was nearly half a year since the war with Spain had been declared; still, the squadron was not ready to sail.<br/><br/>It should have been an imposing force. Men-of-war were among the most sophisticated machines yet conceived: buoyant wooden castles powered across oceans by wind and sail. Reflecting the dual nature of their creators, they were devised to be both murderous instruments and the homes in which hundreds of sailors lived together as a family. In a lethal, floating chess game, these pieces were deployed around the globe to achieve what Sir Walter Raleigh had envisioned: \\\"Whosoever commands the seas commands the trade of the world; whosoever commands the trade of the world commands the riches of the world.\\\"<br/><br/>Cheap knew what a cracking ship the Centurion was. Swift and stout, and weighing about a thousand tons, she had, like the other warships in Anson's squadron, three towering masts with crisscrossing yards-wooden spars from which the sails unfurled. The Centurion could fly as many as eighteen sails at a time. Its hull gleamed with varnish, and painted around the stern, in gold relief, were Greek mythological figures, including Poseidon. On the bow rode a sixteen-foot wooden carving of a lion, painted bright red. To increase the chances of surviving a barrage of cannonballs, the hull had a double layer of planks, giving it a thickness of more than a foot in places. The ship had several decks, each stacked upon the next, and two of them had rows of cannons on both sides-their menacing black muzzles pointing out of square gunports. Augustus Keppel, a fifteen-year-old midshipman who was one of Anson's protégés, boasted that other men-of-war had \\\"no chance in the world\\\" against the mighty Centurion.<br/><br/>Yet building, repairing, and fitting out these watercraft was a herculean endeavor even in the best of times, and in a period of war it was chaos. The royal dockyards, which were among the largest manufacturing sites in the world, were overwhelmed with ships-leaking ships, half-constructed ships, ships needing to be loaded and unloaded. Anson's vessels were laid up on what was known as Rotten Row. As sophisticated as men-of-war were with their sail propulsion and lethal gunnery, they were largely made from simple, perishable materials: hemp, canvas, and, most of all, timber. Constructing a single large warship could require as many as four thousand trees; a hundred acres of forest might be felled.\"},{\"id\":\"89231657T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Chapter 1<br><br>The First Lieutenant<br><br>Each man in the squadron carried, along with a sea chest, his own burdensome story. Perhaps it was of a scorned love, or a secret prison conviction, or a pregnant wife left on shore weeping. Perhaps it was a hunger for fame and fortune, or a dread of death. David Cheap, the first lieutenant of the Centurion, the squadron&rsquo;s flagship, was no different. A burly Scotsman in his early forties with a protracted nose and intense eyes, he was in flight&mdash;from squabbles with his brother over their inheritance, from creditors chasing him, from debts that made it impossible for him to find a suitable bride. Onshore, Cheap seemed doomed, unable to navigate past life&rsquo;s unexpected shoals. Yet as he perched on the quarterdeck of a British man-of-war, cruising the vast oceans with a cocked hat and spyglass, he brimmed with confidence&mdash;even, some would say, a touch of haughtiness. The wooden world of a ship&mdash;a world bound by the Navy&rsquo;s rigid regulations and the laws of the sea and, most of all, by the hardened fellowship of men&mdash;had provided him a refuge. Suddenly he felt a crystalline order, a clarity of purpose. And Cheap&rsquo;s newest posting, despite the innumerable risks that it carried, from plagues and drowning to enemy cannon fire, offered what he longed for&#58; a chance to finally claim a wealthy prize and rise to captain his own ship, becoming a lord of the sea.<br><br>The problem was that he could not get away from the damned land. He was trapped&mdash;cursed, really&mdash;at the dockyard in Portsmouth, along the English Channel, struggling with feverish futility to get the Centurion fitted out and ready to sail. Its massive wooden hull, 144 feet long and 40 feet wide, was moored at a slip. Carpenters, caulkers, riggers, and joiners combed over its decks like rats (which were also plentiful). A cacophony of hammers and saws. The cobblestone streets past the shipyard were congested with rattling wheelbarrows and horse-drawn wagons, with porters, peddlers, pickpockets, sailors, and prostitutes. Periodically, a boatswain blew a chilling whistle, and crewmen stumbled from ale shops, parting from old or new sweethearts, hurrying to their departing ships in order to avoid their officers&rsquo; lashes.<br><br>It was January 1740, and the British Empire was racing to mobilize for war against its imperial rival Spain. And in a move that had suddenly raised Cheap&rsquo;s prospects, the captain under whom he served on the Centurion, George Anson, had been plucked by the Admiralty to be a commodore and lead the squadron of five warships against the Spanish. The promotion was unexpected. As the son of an obscure country squire, Anson did not wield the level of patronage, the grease&mdash;or &ldquo;interest,&rdquo; as it was more politely called&mdash;that propelled many officers up the pole, along with their men. Anson, then forty-two, had joined the Navy at the age of fourteen, and served for nearly three decades without leading a major military campaign or snaring a lucrative prize.<br><br>Tall, with a long face and a high forehead, he had a remoteness about him. His blue eyes were inscrutable, and outside the company of a few trusted friends he rarely opened his mouth. One statesman, after meeting with him, noted, &ldquo;Anson, as usual, said little.&rdquo; Anson corresponded even more sparingly, as if he doubted the ability of words to convey what he saw or felt. &ldquo;He loved reading little, and writing, or dictating his own letters less, and that seeming negligence . . . &#8203;drew upon him the ill will of many,&rdquo; a relative wrote. A diplomat later quipped that Anson was so unknowing about the world that he&rsquo;d been &ldquo;round it, but never in it.&rdquo;<br><br>Nevertheless, the Admiralty had recognized in Anson what Cheap had also seen in him in the two years since he&rsquo;d joined the Centurion&rsquo;s crew&#58; a formidable seaman. Anson had a mastery of the wooden world and, equally important, a mastery of himself&mdash;he remained cool and steady under duress. His relative noted, &ldquo;He had high notions of sincerity and honor and practiced them without deviation.&rdquo; In addition to Cheap, he had attracted a coterie of talented junior officers and prot&eacute;g&eacute;s, all vying for his favor. One later informed Anson that he was more obliged to him than to his own father and would do anything to &ldquo;act up to the good opinion you are pleased to have of me.&rdquo; If Anson succeeded in his new role as commodore of the squadron, he would be in a position to anoint any captain he wanted. And Cheap, who&rsquo;d initially served as Anson&rsquo;s second lieutenant, was now his right-hand man.<br><br>Like Anson, Cheap had spent much of his life at sea, a bruising existence he&rsquo;d at first hoped to escape. As Samuel Johnson once observed, &ldquo;No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned.&rdquo; Cheap&rsquo;s father had possessed a large estate in Fife, Scotland, and one of those titles&mdash;the second Laird of Rossie&mdash;that evoked nobility even if it did not quite confer it. His motto, emblazoned on the family&rsquo;s crest, was Ditat virtus&#58; &ldquo;Virtue enriches.&rdquo; He had seven children with his first wife, and, after she died, he had six more with his second, among them David.<br><br>In 1705, the year that David celebrated his eighth birthday, his father stepped out to fetch some goat&rsquo;s milk and dropped dead. As was custom, it was the oldest male heir&mdash;David&rsquo;s half brother James&mdash;who inherited the bulk of the estate. And so David was buffeted by forces beyond his control, in a world divided between first sons and younger sons, between haves and have-nots. Compounding his upheaval, James, now ensconced as the third Laird of Rossie, frequently neglected to pay the allowance that had been bequeathed to his half brothers and half sister&#58; some blood was apparently thicker than others&rsquo;. Driven to find work, David apprenticed to a merchant, but his debts mounted. So in 1714, the year he turned seventeen, he ran off to sea, a decision that was evidently welcomed by his family&mdash;as his guardian wrote to his older brother, &ldquo;The sooner he goes off it will be better for you and me.&rdquo;<br><br>After these setbacks, Cheap seemed only more consumed by his festering dreams, more determined to bend what he called an &ldquo;unhappy fate.&rdquo; On his own, on an ocean distant from the world he knew, he might prove himself in elemental struggles&mdash;braving typhoons, outdueling enemy ships, rescuing his companions from calamities.<br><br>But though Cheap had chased a few pirates&mdash;including the one-handed Irishman Henry Johnson, who fired his gun by resting the barrel on his stump&mdash;these earlier voyages had proved largely uneventful. He&rsquo;d been sent to patrol the West Indies, generally considered the worst assignment in the Navy because of the specter of disease. The Saffron Scourge. The Bloody Flux. The Breakbone Fever. The Blue Death.<br><br>But Cheap had endured. Wasn&rsquo;t there something to be said for that? Moreover, he&rsquo;d earned the trust of Anson and worked his way up to first lieutenant. No doubt it helped that they shared a disdain for reckless banter, or what Cheap deemed a &ldquo;vaporing manner.&rdquo; A Scottish minister who later became close to Cheap noted that Anson had employed him because he was &ldquo;a man of sense and knowledge.&rdquo; Cheap, the once-forlorn debtor, was but one rung from his coveted captaincy. And with the war with Spain having broken out, he was about to head into full-fledged battle for the first time.<br><br>The conflict was the result of the endless jockeying among the European powers to expand their empires. They each vied to conquer or control ever larger swaths of the earth, so that they could exploit and monopolize other nations&rsquo; valuable natural resources and trade markets. In the process, they subjugated and destroyed innumerable indigenous peoples, justifying their ruthless self-interest&mdash;including the reliance on the ever-expanding Atlantic slave trade&mdash;by claiming that they were somehow spreading &ldquo;civilization&rdquo; to the benighted realms of the earth. Spain had long been the dominant empire in Latin America, but Great Britain, which already possessed colonies along the American eastern seaboard, was now on the ascendance&mdash;and determined to break its rival&rsquo;s hold. <br><br>Then, in 1738, Robert Jenkins, a British merchant captain, was summoned to appear in Parliament, where he reportedly claimed that a Spanish officer had stormed his brig in the Caribbean and, accusing him of smuggling sugar from Spain&rsquo;s colonies, cut off his left ear. Jenkins reputedly displayed his severed appendage, pickled in a jar, and pledged &ldquo;my cause to my country.&rdquo; The incident further ignited the passions of Parliament and pamphleteers, leading people to cry for blood&mdash;an ear for an ear&mdash;and a good deal of booty as well. The conflict became known as the War of Jenkins&rsquo; Ear.<br><br>British authorities soon devised a plan to launch an attack on a hub of Spain&rsquo;s colonial wealth&#58; Cartagena. A South American city on the Caribbean, it was where much of the silver extracted from Peruvian mines was shipped in armed convoys to Spain. The British offensive&mdash;involving a massive fleet of 186 ships, led by Admiral Edward Vernon&mdash;would be the largest amphibious assault in history. But there was also another, much smaller operation&#58; the one assigned to Commodore Anson.<br><br>With five warships and a scouting sloop, he and some two thousand men would sail across the Atlantic and round Cape Horn, &ldquo;taking, sinking, burning, or otherwise destroying&rdquo; enemy ships and weakening Spanish holdings from the Pacific coast of South America to the Philippines. The British government, in concocting its scheme, wanted to avoid the impression that it was merely sponsoring piracy. Yet the heart of the plan called for an act of outright thievery&#58; to snatch a Spanish galleon loaded with virgin silver and hundreds of thousands of silver coins. Twice a year, Spain sent such a galleon&mdash;it was not always the same ship&mdash;from Mexico to the Philippines to purchase silks and spices and other Asian commodities, which, in turn, were sold in Europe and the Americas. These exchanges provided crucial links in Spain&rsquo;s global trading empire.<br><br>Cheap and the others ordered to carry out the mission were rarely privy to the agendas of those in power, but they were lured by a tantalizing prospect&#58; a share of the treasure. The Centurion&rsquo;s twenty-two-year-old chaplain, Reverend Richard Walter, who later compiled an account of the voyage, described the galleon as &ldquo;the most desirable prize that was to be met with in any part of the globe.&rdquo;<br><br>If Anson and his men prevailed&mdash;&ldquo;if it shall please God to bless our arms,&rdquo; as the Admiralty put it&mdash;they would continue circling the earth before returning home. The Admiralty had given Anson a code and a cipher to use for his written communication, and an official warned that the mission must be carried out in the &ldquo;most secret, expeditious manner.&rdquo; Otherwise, Anson&rsquo;s squadron might be intercepted and destroyed by a large Spanish armada being assembled under the command of Don Jos&eacute; Pizarro.<br><br>Cheap was facing his longest expedition&mdash;he might be gone for three years&mdash;and his most perilous. But he saw himself as a knight-errant of the sea in search of &ldquo;the greatest prize of all the oceans.&rdquo; And along the way, he might become a captain yet.<br><br>Yet if the squadron didn&rsquo;t embark quickly, Cheap feared, the entire party would be annihilated by a force even more dangerous than the Spanish armada&#58; the violent seas around Cape Horn. Only a few British sailors had successfully made this passage, where winds routinely blow at gale force, waves can climb to nearly a hundred feet, and icebergs lurk in the hollows. Seamen thought that the best chance to survive was during the austral summer, between December and February. Reverend Walter cited this &ldquo;essential maxim,&rdquo; explaining that during winter not only were the seas fiercer and the temperatures freezing; there were fewer hours of daylight in which one could discern the uncharted coastline. All these reasons, he argued, would make navigating around this unknown shore the &ldquo;most dismaying and terrible.&rdquo;<br><br>But since war had been declared, in October 1739, the Centurion and the other men-of-war in the squadron&mdash;including the Gloucester, the Pearl, and the Severn&mdash;had been marooned in England, waiting to be repaired and fitted out for the next journey. Cheap watched helplessly as the days ticked by. January 1740 came and went. Then February and March. It was nearly half a year since the war with Spain had been declared; still, the squadron was not ready to sail.<br><br>It should have been an imposing force. Men-of-war were among the most sophisticated machines yet conceived&#58; buoyant wooden castles powered across oceans by wind and sail. Reflecting the dual nature of their creators, they were devised to be both murderous instruments and the homes in which hundreds of sailors lived together as a family. In a lethal, floating chess game, these pieces were deployed around the globe to achieve what Sir Walter Raleigh had envisioned&#58; &ldquo;Whosoever commands the seas commands the trade of the world; whosoever commands the trade of the world commands the riches of the world.&rdquo;<br><br>Cheap knew what a cracking ship the Centurion was. Swift and stout, and weighing about a thousand tons, she had, like the other warships in Anson&rsquo;s squadron, three towering masts with crisscrossing yards&mdash;wooden spars from which the sails unfurled. The Centurion could fly as many as eighteen sails at a time. Its hull gleamed with varnish, and painted around the stern, in gold relief, were Greek mythological figures, including Poseidon. On the bow rode a sixteen-foot wooden carving of a lion, painted bright red. To increase the chances of surviving a barrage of cannonballs, the hull had a double layer of planks, giving it a thickness of more than a foot in places. The ship had several decks, each stacked upon the next, and two of them had rows of cannons on both sides&mdash;their menacing black muzzles pointing out of square gunports. Augustus Keppel, a fifteen-year-old midshipman who was one of Anson&rsquo;s prot&eacute;g&eacute;s, boasted that other men-of-war had &ldquo;no chance in the world&rdquo; against the mighty Centurion.<br><br>Yet building, repairing, and fitting out these watercraft was a herculean endeavor even in the best of times, and in a period of war it was chaos. The royal dockyards, which were among the largest manufacturing sites in the world, were overwhelmed with ships&mdash;leaking ships, half-constructed ships, ships needing to be loaded and unloaded. Anson&rsquo;s vessels were laid up on what was known as Rotten Row. As sophisticated as men-of-war were with their sail propulsion and lethal gunnery, they were largely made from simple, perishable materials&#58; hemp, canvas, and, most of all, timber. Constructing a single large warship could require as many as four thousand trees; a hundred acres of forest might be felled.\"},{\"id\":\"89231161T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"Chapter 1<br><br>The First Lieutenant<br><br>Each man in the squadron carried, along with a sea chest, his own burdensome story. Perhaps it was of a scorned love, or a secret prison conviction, or a pregnant wife left on shore weeping. Perhaps it was a hunger for fame and fortune, or a dread of death. David Cheap, the first lieutenant of the Centurion, the squadron&rsquo;s flagship, was no different. A burly Scotsman in his early forties with a protracted nose and intense eyes, he was in flight&mdash;from squabbles with his brother over their inheritance, from creditors chasing him, from debts that made it impossible for him to find a suitable bride. Onshore, Cheap seemed doomed, unable to navigate past life&rsquo;s unexpected shoals. Yet as he perched on the quarterdeck of a British man-of-war, cruising the vast oceans with a cocked hat and spyglass, he brimmed with confidence&mdash;even, some would say, a touch of haughtiness. The wooden world of a ship&mdash;a world bound by the Navy&rsquo;s rigid regulations and the laws of the sea and, most of all, by the hardened fellowship of men&mdash;had provided him a refuge. Suddenly he felt a crystalline order, a clarity of purpose. And Cheap&rsquo;s newest posting, despite the innumerable risks that it carried, from plagues and drowning to enemy cannon fire, offered what he longed for&#58; a chance to finally claim a wealthy prize and rise to captain his own ship, becoming a lord of the sea.<br><br>The problem was that he could not get away from the damned land. He was trapped&mdash;cursed, really&mdash;at the dockyard in Portsmouth, along the English Channel, struggling with feverish futility to get the Centurion fitted out and ready to sail. Its massive wooden hull, 144 feet long and 40 feet wide, was moored at a slip. Carpenters, caulkers, riggers, and joiners combed over its decks like rats (which were also plentiful). A cacophony of hammers and saws. The cobblestone streets past the shipyard were congested with rattling wheelbarrows and horse-drawn wagons, with porters, peddlers, pickpockets, sailors, and prostitutes. Periodically, a boatswain blew a chilling whistle, and crewmen stumbled from ale shops, parting from old or new sweethearts, hurrying to their departing ships in order to avoid their officers&rsquo; lashes.<br><br>It was January 1740, and the British Empire was racing to mobilize for war against its imperial rival Spain. And in a move that had suddenly raised Cheap&rsquo;s prospects, the captain under whom he served on the Centurion, George Anson, had been plucked by the Admiralty to be a commodore and lead the squadron of five warships against the Spanish. The promotion was unexpected. As the son of an obscure country squire, Anson did not wield the level of patronage, the grease&mdash;or &ldquo;interest,&rdquo; as it was more politely called&mdash;that propelled many officers up the pole, along with their men. Anson, then forty-two, had joined the Navy at the age of fourteen, and served for nearly three decades without leading a major military campaign or snaring a lucrative prize.<br><br>Tall, with a long face and a high forehead, he had a remoteness about him. His blue eyes were inscrutable, and outside the company of a few trusted friends he rarely opened his mouth. One statesman, after meeting with him, noted, &ldquo;Anson, as usual, said little.&rdquo; Anson corresponded even more sparingly, as if he doubted the ability of words to convey what he saw or felt. &ldquo;He loved reading little, and writing, or dictating his own letters less, and that seeming negligence . . . &#8203;drew upon him the ill will of many,&rdquo; a relative wrote. A diplomat later quipped that Anson was so unknowing about the world that he&rsquo;d been &ldquo;round it, but never in it.&rdquo;<br><br>Nevertheless, the Admiralty had recognized in Anson what Cheap had also seen in him in the two years since he&rsquo;d joined the Centurion&rsquo;s crew&#58; a formidable seaman. Anson had a mastery of the wooden world and, equally important, a mastery of himself&mdash;he remained cool and steady under duress. His relative noted, &ldquo;He had high notions of sincerity and honor and practiced them without deviation.&rdquo; In addition to Cheap, he had attracted a coterie of talented junior officers and prot&eacute;g&eacute;s, all vying for his favor. One later informed Anson that he was more obliged to him than to his own father and would do anything to &ldquo;act up to the good opinion you are pleased to have of me.&rdquo; If Anson succeeded in his new role as commodore of the squadron, he would be in a position to anoint any captain he wanted. And Cheap, who&rsquo;d initially served as Anson&rsquo;s second lieutenant, was now his right-hand man.<br><br>Like Anson, Cheap had spent much of his life at sea, a bruising existence he&rsquo;d at first hoped to escape. As Samuel Johnson once observed, &ldquo;No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned.&rdquo; Cheap&rsquo;s father had possessed a large estate in Fife, Scotland, and one of those titles&mdash;the second Laird of Rossie&mdash;that evoked nobility even if it did not quite confer it. His motto, emblazoned on the family&rsquo;s crest, was Ditat virtus&#58; &ldquo;Virtue enriches.&rdquo; He had seven children with his first wife, and, after she died, he had six more with his second, among them David.<br><br>In 1705, the year that David celebrated his eighth birthday, his father stepped out to fetch some goat&rsquo;s milk and dropped dead. As was custom, it was the oldest male heir&mdash;David&rsquo;s half brother James&mdash;who inherited the bulk of the estate. And so David was buffeted by forces beyond his control, in a world divided between first sons and younger sons, between haves and have-nots. Compounding his upheaval, James, now ensconced as the third Laird of Rossie, frequently neglected to pay the allowance that had been bequeathed to his half brothers and half sister&#58; some blood was apparently thicker than others&rsquo;. Driven to find work, David apprenticed to a merchant, but his debts mounted. So in 1714, the year he turned seventeen, he ran off to sea, a decision that was evidently welcomed by his family&mdash;as his guardian wrote to his older brother, &ldquo;The sooner he goes off it will be better for you and me.&rdquo;<br><br>After these setbacks, Cheap seemed only more consumed by his festering dreams, more determined to bend what he called an &ldquo;unhappy fate.&rdquo; On his own, on an ocean distant from the world he knew, he might prove himself in elemental struggles&mdash;braving typhoons, outdueling enemy ships, rescuing his companions from calamities.<br><br>But though Cheap had chased a few pirates&mdash;including the one-handed Irishman Henry Johnson, who fired his gun by resting the barrel on his stump&mdash;these earlier voyages had proved largely uneventful. He&rsquo;d been sent to patrol the West Indies, generally considered the worst assignment in the Navy because of the specter of disease. The Saffron Scourge. The Bloody Flux. The Breakbone Fever. The Blue Death.<br><br>But Cheap had endured. Wasn&rsquo;t there something to be said for that? Moreover, he&rsquo;d earned the trust of Anson and worked his way up to first lieutenant. No doubt it helped that they shared a disdain for reckless banter, or what Cheap deemed a &ldquo;vaporing manner.&rdquo; A Scottish minister who later became close to Cheap noted that Anson had employed him because he was &ldquo;a man of sense and knowledge.&rdquo; Cheap, the once-forlorn debtor, was but one rung from his coveted captaincy. And with the war with Spain having broken out, he was about to head into full-fledged battle for the first time.<br><br>The conflict was the result of the endless jockeying among the European powers to expand their empires. They each vied to conquer or control ever larger swaths of the earth, so that they could exploit and monopolize other nations&rsquo; valuable natural resources and trade markets. In the process, they subjugated and destroyed innumerable indigenous peoples, justifying their ruthless self-interest&mdash;including the reliance on the ever-expanding Atlantic slave trade&mdash;by claiming that they were somehow spreading &ldquo;civilization&rdquo; to the benighted realms of the earth. Spain had long been the dominant empire in Latin America, but Great Britain, which already possessed colonies along the American eastern seaboard, was now on the ascendance&mdash;and determined to break its rival&rsquo;s hold. <br><br>Then, in 1738, Robert Jenkins, a British merchant captain, was summoned to appear in Parliament, where he reportedly claimed that a Spanish officer had stormed his brig in the Caribbean and, accusing him of smuggling sugar from Spain&rsquo;s colonies, cut off his left ear. Jenkins reputedly displayed his severed appendage, pickled in a jar, and pledged &ldquo;my cause to my country.&rdquo; The incident further ignited the passions of Parliament and pamphleteers, leading people to cry for blood&mdash;an ear for an ear&mdash;and a good deal of booty as well. The conflict became known as the War of Jenkins&rsquo; Ear.<br><br>British authorities soon devised a plan to launch an attack on a hub of Spain&rsquo;s colonial wealth&#58; Cartagena. A South American city on the Caribbean, it was where much of the silver extracted from Peruvian mines was shipped in armed convoys to Spain. The British offensive&mdash;involving a massive fleet of 186 ships, led by Admiral Edward Vernon&mdash;would be the largest amphibious assault in history. But there was also another, much smaller operation&#58; the one assigned to Commodore Anson.<br><br>With five warships and a scouting sloop, he and some two thousand men would sail across the Atlantic and round Cape Horn, &ldquo;taking, sinking, burning, or otherwise destroying&rdquo; enemy ships and weakening Spanish holdings from the Pacific coast of South America to the Philippines. The British government, in concocting its scheme, wanted to avoid the impression that it was merely sponsoring piracy. Yet the heart of the plan called for an act of outright thievery&#58; to snatch a Spanish galleon loaded with virgin silver and hundreds of thousands of silver coins. Twice a year, Spain sent such a galleon&mdash;it was not always the same ship&mdash;from Mexico to the Philippines to purchase silks and spices and other Asian commodities, which, in turn, were sold in Europe and the Americas. These exchanges provided crucial links in Spain&rsquo;s global trading empire.<br><br>Cheap and the others ordered to carry out the mission were rarely privy to the agendas of those in power, but they were lured by a tantalizing prospect&#58; a share of the treasure. The Centurion&rsquo;s twenty-two-year-old chaplain, Reverend Richard Walter, who later compiled an account of the voyage, described the galleon as &ldquo;the most desirable prize that was to be met with in any part of the globe.&rdquo;<br><br>If Anson and his men prevailed&mdash;&ldquo;if it shall please God to bless our arms,&rdquo; as the Admiralty put it&mdash;they would continue circling the earth before returning home. The Admiralty had given Anson a code and a cipher to use for his written communication, and an official warned that the mission must be carried out in the &ldquo;most secret, expeditious manner.&rdquo; Otherwise, Anson&rsquo;s squadron might be intercepted and destroyed by a large Spanish armada being assembled under the command of Don Jos&eacute; Pizarro.<br><br>Cheap was facing his longest expedition&mdash;he might be gone for three years&mdash;and his most perilous. But he saw himself as a knight-errant of the sea in search of &ldquo;the greatest prize of all the oceans.&rdquo; And along the way, he might become a captain yet.<br><br>Yet if the squadron didn&rsquo;t embark quickly, Cheap feared, the entire party would be annihilated by a force even more dangerous than the Spanish armada&#58; the violent seas around Cape Horn. Only a few British sailors had successfully made this passage, where winds routinely blow at gale force, waves can climb to nearly a hundred feet, and icebergs lurk in the hollows. Seamen thought that the best chance to survive was during the austral summer, between December and February. Reverend Walter cited this &ldquo;essential maxim,&rdquo; explaining that during winter not only were the seas fiercer and the temperatures freezing; there were fewer hours of daylight in which one could discern the uncharted coastline. All these reasons, he argued, would make navigating around this unknown shore the &ldquo;most dismaying and terrible.&rdquo;<br><br>But since war had been declared, in October 1739, the Centurion and the other men-of-war in the squadron&mdash;including the Gloucester, the Pearl, and the Severn&mdash;had been marooned in England, waiting to be repaired and fitted out for the next journey. Cheap watched helplessly as the days ticked by. January 1740 came and went. Then February and March. It was nearly half a year since the war with Spain had been declared; still, the squadron was not ready to sail.<br><br>It should have been an imposing force. Men-of-war were among the most sophisticated machines yet conceived&#58; buoyant wooden castles powered across oceans by wind and sail. Reflecting the dual nature of their creators, they were devised to be both murderous instruments and the homes in which hundreds of sailors lived together as a family. In a lethal, floating chess game, these pieces were deployed around the globe to achieve what Sir Walter Raleigh had envisioned&#58; &ldquo;Whosoever commands the seas commands the trade of the world; whosoever commands the trade of the world commands the riches of the world.&rdquo;<br><br>Cheap knew what a cracking ship the Centurion was. Swift and stout, and weighing about a thousand tons, she had, like the other warships in Anson&rsquo;s squadron, three towering masts with crisscrossing yards&mdash;wooden spars from which the sails unfurled. The Centurion could fly as many as eighteen sails at a time. Its hull gleamed with varnish, and painted around the stern, in gold relief, were Greek mythological figures, including Poseidon. On the bow rode a sixteen-foot wooden carving of a lion, painted bright red. To increase the chances of surviving a barrage of cannonballs, the hull had a double layer of planks, giving it a thickness of more than a foot in places. The ship had several decks, each stacked upon the next, and two of them had rows of cannons on both sides&mdash;their menacing black muzzles pointing out of square gunports. Augustus Keppel, a fifteen-year-old midshipman who was one of Anson&rsquo;s prot&eacute;g&eacute;s, boasted that other men-of-war had &ldquo;no chance in the world&rdquo; against the mighty Centurion.<br><br>Yet building, repairing, and fitting out these watercraft was a herculean endeavor even in the best of times, and in a period of war it was chaos. The royal dockyards, which were among the largest manufacturing sites in the world, were overwhelmed with ships&mdash;leaking ships, half-constructed ships, ships needing to be loaded and unloaded. Anson&rsquo;s vessels were laid up on what was known as Rotten Row. As sophisticated as men-of-war were with their sail propulsion and lethal gunnery, they were largely made from simple, perishable materials&#58; hemp, canvas, and, most of all, timber. Constructing a single large warship could require as many as four thousand trees; a hundred acres of forest might be felled.\"},{\"id\":\"116236839T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>#1 <i>NEW YORK TIMES </i>BESTSELLER<br/><br/>A Best Book of the Year: <i><i>The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal</i>, T<i><i>he Washington Post</i>, TIME</i>, NPR, Esquire, <i>BookPage</i></i></b><br/><br/>\\\"The most gripping sea-yarn I've read in years....A tour de force of narrative nonfiction. Mr. Grann's account show how storytelling, whether to judges or readers, can shape individual and national fortunes - as well as our collective memories.\\\"<br/>- <b><i>Wall Street Journal <br/><br/></i></b>\\\"Glorious, steely...a tightly written, relentless, blow-by-blow account that is hard to put down\\\"<b> <i><b><i><b><i>- <b><i>The Washington Post</i></b></i></b></i></b><br/></i></b><br/>\\\"As much a rousing adventure as an exploration of the power of narratives to shape our perception of reality.\\\"  - <b><i>The New York Times</i></b><br/> <i> </i><br/> \\\"Propulsive....finely-detailed...a ripping yarn...remarkable.\\\" - <b><i>The Boston Globe<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"David Grann's latest work of narrative nonfiction, The Wager, is part Robinson Crusoe, part Lord of the Flies... Gripping\\\"<b><i> <b><i>-</i></b></i><b>Maureen Corrigan<i>, NPR </i></b></b>(Top 10 Book of 2023)<br/> <b><i> </i></b><br/> \\\"Riveting...The Wager reads like a thriller, tackling a multilayered history-and imperialism-with gusto.\\\" - <b><i>Time Magazine<br/></i></b><i><br/></i>\\\"The beauty of The Wager unfurls like a great sail...He fixes his spyglass on the ravages of empire, of racism, of bureaucratic indifference and raw greed...one of the finest nonfiction books I've ever read.\\\" <b><i>- The Guardian (UK)</i></b><br/>  <br/> \\\"The story of the shipwreck and its aftermath features scenery-chewing characters, unexpected twists and an almost unimaginable amount of human misery. Grann, the author of the acclaimed \\\"Killers of the Flower Moon,\\\" tells it with style. He manages to wring maximum drama out of the events and sketch out nuanced portraits of key players on the doomed ship.\\\" <br/> - <b><i>Associated Press<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"His dogged search through ships' logs and other contemporaneous accounts of the disaster and its mutinous aftermath has turned up the kind of sterling details that make his writing sing; he is also interested in the way these events were recorded and then recounted, with many different people trying to shape the memory of what happened. Grann simultaneously reconstructs history while telling a tale that is as propulsive and adventure-filled as any potboiler.\\\"<b><i><br/>- </i></b><i><b>The Atlantic</b></i><b><i><br/></i></b><i><br/></i>\\\"A genre-defying literary naval-history thriller, part Master and Commander, part Lord of the Flies\\\" <b><i><i> - Vanity Fair<br/></i></i></b><br/>\\\"One of our finest nonfiction storytellers returns with a swashbuckling epic about shipwreck, scandal, mutiny, and murder\\\" <b><i>- Esquire</i></b><br/><br/> \\\"A thrilling account...dramatic and engrossing.\\\" - <b><i>The Economist<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"This astonishing tale of maritime warfare, mutiny and survival in the 18th-century Atlantic proves that a nonfiction book can be as thrilling as any summer blockbuster.\\\"<b> <br/><i>- People</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"The Wager\\\" is a soaring literary accomplishment and seductive adventure tale... enthralling, seamlessly crafted... 'The Wager' then, is an accomplishment as vividly realized and ingeniously constructed as Grann's previous work, on par with Jon Krakauer's <i>Into Thin Air</i> and Sebastian Junger's <i>The Perfect Storm.</i> Welcome a classic.\\\" <br/><b><i>- <i>Minneapolis Star Tribune<br/><br/></i></i></b>\\\"Gripping ... Combining impeccable research with exceptional storytelling powers, [Grann] spirits the reader aboard a creaking wooden ship trapped at the eye of a howling storm... No book that you're likely to read either this year or next will prove more dramatic and enthralling than Grann's magnificent story of life both at sea and out on the desolate, mist-laden island whose solitary peak the Wager's unfortunate crew aptly named Mount Misery\\\"<i><i> </i></i><b><i><i><b><i>- Financial Times</i></b><br/></i></i></b><br/> \\\"A masterclass in story-telling...With a series of twists and turns worthy of a well-plotted thriller, the author of 'Killers of the Flower Moon,' uncovers an epic sea-faring tale...Epic true story as told by a master... David Grann has produced this riveting book...with the artistry of a superb novelist.\\\" - <b><i>The Toronto Star</i></b><br/> <b><i> </i></b><br/> \\\"[Grann's] meticulously researched stories, with their spare, simmering setups that almost always deliver stunning payoffs, have made him one of the preeminent adventure and true-crime writers working today...[Grann] has mastered a streamlined, propulsive type of narrative that readers devour for its hide-and-seek reveals...David's stuff reads like literature, but every detail, every quote, every seemingly implausible glimpse into a subject's mind is accounted for\\\"<br/> - <b><i>New York Magazine</i></b><br/>  <br/> \\\"Your favorite writer's favorite writer for decades...David Grann is poised to become the moment's leading storyteller... [Grann] specializes in gripping historical chronicles and crime stories...so rich in intrigue that they would strain credulity in fiction...[Grann's] become one of our culture's leading sources of holy s**t page-turners.\\\" - <b><i>GQ</i></b><br/>  <br/> \\\"David Grann is one of the premier nonfiction storytellers of our time...Grann's masterful new book...is at once an adventure on the high seas, a horror story, and a courtroom drama - a little bit Rashomon meets Lord of the Flies.\\\" - <b><i>Rolling Stone<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"Not just a good but a great story, fraught with duplicity, terror and occasional heroism... the story of the Wager is, like many of its antecedents - from Homer's \\\"Odyssey\\\" to \\\"Mutiny on the Bounty\\\" - a testament to the depths of human depravity and the heights of human endurance, and you can't ask for better than that from a story...The Wager will keep you in its grip to its head-scratching, improbable end.\\\"<i> - </i><b><i><b><i>Los Angeles Times</i></b></i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"89230668T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>This seamless slam-dunk of epic history-telling from the author of the bestselling <i>Killers of the Flower Moon</i> is an eighteenth-century puzzle of high seas intrigue, a fateful shipwreck, mutiny, and a real-life &quot;Lord of the Flies&quot; descent into mayhem, culminating in a gripping courtroom battle where opposing truths hang in the balance. Rousing, engrossing, and such a ride!</p>\"},{\"id\":\"116236840T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>DAVID GRANN is the author of the #1 New York Times bestsellers KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON and THE LOST CITY OF Z. KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON was a finalist for the National Book Award and won an Edgar Allan Poe Award. He is also the author of THE WHITE DARKNESS and the collection THE DEVIL AND SHERLOCK HOLMES. Grann's investigative reporting has garnered several honors, including a George Polk Award. 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One epic history.\"A must-have for any serious cook or foodie.\"—Anthony Bourdain\"This is a \"wow!\" book: roving, startling, engaging.” —Washington Post“Kurlansky finds the world in a grain of salt.”—New York Times Book ReviewAn unlikely world history from the bestselling author of Milk! and Cod You’ll never look at salt the same way again. The only rock we eat, salt has shaped civilization from the very beginning, and its story is a glittering, often surprising part of the history of humankind. A substance so valuable it served as currency, salt has influenced the establishment of trade routes and cities, provoked and financed wars, secured empires, and inspired revolutions. Populated by colorful characters and filled with an unending series of fascinating details, Salt is a supremely entertaining, multi-layered masterpiece.","<b><i>NEW YORK TIMES </i>BESTSELLER | THE BOOK BEHIND THE VIRAL TIKTOK </b><br><b> </b><br><b>One tiny rock. One epic history.<br></b><br><b>\"A must-have for any serious cook or foodie.\"—Anthony Bourdain<br>\"This is a \"wow!\" book: roving, startling, engaging.” —<i>Washington Post</i><br>“Kurlansky finds the world in a grain of salt.”—<i>New York Times Book Review</i><br><br>An unlikely world history from the bestselling author of <i>Milk! </i>and <i>Cod <br><br></i></b>You’ll never look at salt the same way again. The only rock we eat, salt has shaped civilization from the very beginning, and its story is a glittering, often surprising part of the history of humankind. A substance so valuable it served as currency, salt has influenced the establishment of trade routes and cities, provoked and financed wars, secured empires, and inspired revolutions.  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All Chinese leaders, including Mao Zedong, sooner or later give a speech listing the many Chinese firsts. Though rural China these days seems in need of a new round of inventions, it is irrefutably true that the Chinese originated many of the pivotal creations of history, including papermaking, printing, gunpowder, and the compass.</p><p> China is the oldest literate society still in existence, and its 4,000 years of written history begin as a history of inventions. It is no longer clear when legends were made into men and when living historic figures were turned into legends. Chinese history starts in the same manner as Old Testament history. In the Book of Genesis, first come the legends, the story of the Creation, mythical figures such as Adam and Eve and Noah, generations of people who may or may not have lived, and gradually the generations are followed to Abraham, the beginning of documented Hebrew history.</p><p> In Chinese history, first was Pangu, the creator, who made humans from parasites on his body. He died but was followed by wise rulers, who invented the things that made China the first civilization.Fuxi was first to domesticate animals. Apparently an enthusiast for domesticity, he is also credited with inventing marriage. Next came Shennong, who invented medicine, agriculture, and trade. He is credited with the plow and the hoe. Then came Huangdi, the Yellow Emperor, who invented writing, the bow and arrow, the cart, and ceramics. Several centuries after Huangdi came Emperor Yao, a wise ruler who passed over his unqualified son and named a modest sage, Shun, his successor. Shun chose his minister, Yu, to succeed him. In 2205 B.C., according to tradition, Yu founded the Xia dynasty, and this dynasty, which lasted until 1766 B.C., enters into documented history.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>Chinese salt history begins with the mythical Huangdi, who invented writing, weaponry, and transportation. According to the legends, he also had the distinction of presiding over the first war ever fought over salt.</p><p> One of the earliest verifiable saltworks in prehistoric China was in the northern province of Shanxi. In this arid region of dry yellow earth and desert mountains is a lake of salty water, Lake Yuncheng. This area was known for constant warfare, and all of the wars were over control of the lake. Chinese historians are certain that by 6000 B.C., each year, when the lake's waters evaporated in the summer sun, people harvested the square crystals on the surface of the water, a system the Chinese referred to as \\\"dragging and gathering.\\\" Human bones found around the lake have been dated much earlier, and some historians speculate that these inhabitants may also have gathered salt from the lake.</p><p> The earliest written record of salt production in China dates to around 800 B.C. and tells of production and trade of sea salt a millennium before, during the Xia dynasty. It is not known if the techniques described in this account were actually used during the Xia dynasty, but they were considered old ways by the time of this account, which describes putting ocean water in clay vessels and boiling it until reduced to pots of salt crystals. This was the technique that was spread through southern Europe by the Roman Empire, 1,000 years after the Chinese account was written.</p><p> About 1000 B.C., iron first came into use in China, though the first evidence of it being used in salt making is not until 450 B.C. by a man named Yi Dun. According to a passage written in 129 B.C., \\\"Yi Dun rose to prominence by producing salt in pans.\\\" Yi Dun is believed to have made salt by boiling brine in iron pans, an innovation which would become one of the leading techniques for salt making for the next 2,000 years. The legend says that he worked with an ironmaster named Guo Zong and was also friendly with an enterprising wealthy bureaucrat named Fan Li. Fan Li is credited with inventing fish farming, which for centuries after was associated with salt-producing areas. The Chinese, like later Europeans, saw that salt and fish were partners. Many Chinese, including Mencius, the famous Confucian thinker who lived from 372 to 289 B.C., were said to have worked selling both fish and salt.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>Throughout the long history of China, sprinkling salt directly on food has been a rarity. Usually it has been added during cooking by means of various condiments—salt-based sauces and pastes. The usual explanation is that salt was expensive and it was stretched by these condiments. A recurring idea throughout the ancient world from the Mediterranean to Southeast Asia, fish fermented in salt was one of the most popular salt condiments in ancient China. It was called jiang. But in China soybeans were added to ferment with the fish, and in time the fish was dropped altogether from the recipe and jiang became jiangyou, or, as it is called in the West, soy sauce.</p><p> Soy is a legume that produces beans, two or three in a two-inch-long furry pod. The beans can be yellow, green, brown, purple, black, or spotted, and Chinese cooking makes a great distinction among these varieties. Jiangyou is made from yellow beans, but other types are also fermented with salt to produce different pastes and condiments. In China, the earliest written mention of soy is in the sixth century B.C., describing the plant as a 700-year-old crop from the north. Soy was brought to Japan from China in the sixth century A.D. by Chinese Buddhist missionaries. Both the religion and the bean were successfully implanted. But the Japanese did not make soy sauce until the tenth century. Once they did learn, they called it shoyu and industrialized it and sold it around the world.</p><p> Though jiangyou and shoyu are pronounced very differently and appear to be very different words in Western writing, the two words are written with the same character in Japanese and Chinese. Mao's 1950s literacy campaign simplified the language to some 40,000 characters, but a pre-Mao character for the soy plant, su, depicts little roots at the bottom which revive the soil. Soy puts nutrients back into the soil and can restore fields that have been exhausted by other crops. The bean is so nutritious that a person could be sustained for a considerable period on nothing but water, soy, and salt.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>The process by which the Chinese, and later the Japanese, fermented beans in earthen pots is today known as lactic acid fermentation, or, in more common jargon, pickling. Optimum lactic fermentation takes place between sixty-four and seventy-one degrees Fahrenheit, which in most of the world is an easily achieved environment.</p><p> As vegetables begin to rot, the sugars break down and produce lactic acid, which serves as a preservative. Theoretically, pickling can be accomplished without salt, but the carbohydrates and proteins in the vegetables tend to putrefy too quickly to be saved by the emerging lactic acid. Without salt, yeast forms, and the fermentation process leads to alcohol rather than pickles.</p><p> Between .8 and 1.5 percent of the vegetable's weight in salt holds off the rotting process until the lactic acid can take over. Excluding oxygen, either by sealing the jar or, more usually, by weighting the vegetables so that they remain immersed in liquid, is necessary for successful lactic fermentation.</p><p> The ancient Chinese pickled in earthen jars, which caused a white film called kahm yeast, harmless but unpleasant tasting, to form on the top. Every two weeks the cloth, board, and stone weighting the vegetables had to be washed or even boiled to remove the film. This added work is why pickling in earthen jars has not remained popular.</p><p> In Sichuan, pickled vegetables are still a staple. They are served with rice, which is never salted. The salty vegetables contrast pleasantly with the blandness of the warm but unseasoned rice gruel that is a common breakfast food. In effect, the pickles are salting the rice.</p><p> South of the Sichuan capital of Chengdu, lies Zigong, a hilly provincial salt town that grew into a city because of its preponderance of brine wells. The crowded, narrow, downhill open-air market in the center of town continues to sell salt and special pickling jars for the two local specialties, paocai and zhacai. A woman at the market who sold the glass pickling jars offered this recipe for paocai:</p><p><br/></p>Fill the jar two-thirds with brine. Add whatever vegetables you like and whatever spice you like, cover, and the vegetables are ready in two days.<p><br/></p><p> The spices added are usually hot red Sichuan peppers or ginger, a perennial herb of Indian origin, known to the Chinese since ancient times. The red pepper, today a central ingredient of Sichuan cooking, did not arrive until the sixteenth century, carried to Europe by Columbus, to India by the Portuguese, and to China by either the Indians, Portuguese, Andalusians, or Basques.</p><p> Paocai that is eaten in two days is obviously more about flavor than preserving. After two days the vegetables are still very crisp, and the salt maintains, even brightens, the color. Zhacai is made with salt instead of brine, alternating layers of vegetables with layers of salt crystals. In time a brine is formed from the juices the salt pulls out of the vegetables. When a peasant has a baby girl, the family puts up a vegetable every year and gives the jars to her when she's married. This shows how long zhacai is kept before eating. The original medieval idea was to marry her after twelve or fifteen jars. Today it usually takes a few more vegetables.</p><p> The Chinese also solved the delicate problem of transporting eggs by preserving them in salt. They soaked the eggs, and still do, in brine for more than a month, or they soak them for a shorter time and encase them in salted mud and straw. The resulting egg, of a hard-boiled consistency with a bright orange yolk, will neither break nor spoil if properly handled. A more complicated technique, involving salt, ash, lye, and tea, produces the \\\"1,000-year-old egg.\\\" Typical of the Chinese love of poetic hyperbole, 1,000-year-old eggs take about 100 days to make, and will keep for another 100 days, though the yolk is then a bit green and the smell is strong.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>In 250 B.C., the time of the Punic Wars in the Mediterranean, the governor of Shu, today the province of Sichuan, was a man named Li Bing. The governor was one of the greatest hydraulic engineering geniuses of all time.</p><p> The coincidence of hydraulic engineering skills and political leadership does not seem strange when it is remembered that water management was one of the critical issues in developing China, a land of droughts and floods.</p><p> The Yellow River, named for the yellowish silt it rushes through northern China, was known as \\\"the father of floods.\\\" It and the Yangtze are the two great rivers of Chinese history, both originating in the Tibetan plateau and winding toward the sea on the east coast of China. The Yellow runs through arid northern regions and tends to silt up, raising the riverbed, which causes flooding unless dikes are built up around its banks. The Yangtze is a wider river with many navigable tributaries. It flows through the green and rainy center of China, bisecting the world's third largest country, from the Tibetan mountains to Shanghai on the East China Sea.</p><p> The rule of the wise Emperor Yao is said to have been a golden age of ancient China, and one reason for this was that Emperor Yao had tamed nature by introducing the concept of flood control. Li Bing has taken on some of the mythic dimensions of Yao, a god who conquered floods and tamed nature. But unlike the mythical Emperor Yao, Li Bing's existence is well documented. His most extraordinary accomplishment was the building of the first dam, which still functions in modernized form. At a place called Dujiangyan, he divided the Minjiang River, a tributary of the Yangtze. The diverted water goes into a series of spillways and channels that can be opened to irrigate in times of droughts and closed in times of flooding. He had three stone figures of men placed in the water as gauges. If their feet were visible, this signaled drought conditions and the dam's gates were opened to let in water. If their shoulders were submerged, floodwaters had risen too high and the dam's gates were closed.</p><p> Because of the Dujiangyan dam system, the plains of eastern Sichuan became an affluent agricultural center of China. Ancient records called the area \\\"Land of Abundance.\\\" With the dam still operating, the Sichuan plains remain an agricultural center today.</p><p> In 1974, two water gauges, carved in A.D. 168, were found in the riverbed by the site of Li Bing's dam. They seem to have been replacements for the original water gauge statues. One of them is the oldest Chinese stone figure ever found of an identifiable individual. It is a statue of Li Bing. The original gauges he had used depicted gods of flood control. Four centuries after his death, he was considered to be one of these gods.</p><p> Li Bing made a very simple but pivotal discovery. By his time, Sichuan had long been a salt-producing area. Salt is known to have been made in Sichuan as early as 3000 B.C. But it was Li Bing who found that the natural brine, from which the salt was made, did not originate in the pools where it was found but seeped up from underground. In 252 B.C., he ordered the drilling of the world's first brine wells.</p><p> These first wells had wide mouths, more like an open pit, though some went deeper than 300 feet. As the Chinese learned how to drill, the shafts got narrower and the wells deeper.</p><p> But sometimes the people who dug the wells would inexplicably become weak, get sick, lie down, and die. Occasionally, a tremendous explosion would kill an entire crew or flames spit out from the bore holes. Gradually, the salt workers and their communities realized that an evil spirit from some underworld was rising up through the holes they were digging. By 68 B.C., two wells, one in Sichuan and one in neighboring Shaanxi, became infamous as sites where the evil spirit emerged. Once a year the governors of the respective provinces would visit these wells and make offerings.</p><p> By A.D. 100, the well workers, understanding that the disturbances were caused by an invisible substance, found the holes where it came out of the ground, lit them, and started placing pots close by. They could cook with it. Soon they learned to insulate bamboo tubes with mud and brine and pipe the invisible force to boiling houses. These boiling houses were open sheds where pots of brine cooked until the water evaporated and left salt crystals. By A.D. 200, the boiling houses had iron pots heated by gas flames. This is the first known use of natural gas in the world.</p><p> Salt makers learned to drill and shore up a narrow shaft, which allowed them to go deeper. They extracted the brine by means of a long bamboo tube which fit down the shaft. At the bottom of the tube was a leather valve. The weight of the water would force the valve shut while the long tube was hauled out. Then the tube was suspended over a tank, where a poke from a stick would open the valve and release the brine into the tank. The tank was connected to bamboo piping that led to the boiling house. Other bamboo pipes, planted just below the wellhead to capture escaping gas, also went to the boiling house.</p><p> Bamboo piping, which was probably first made in Sichuan, is salt resistant, and the salt kills algae and microbes that would cause rot. The joints were sea]ed either with mud or with a mixture of tung oil and lime. From the piping at Sichuan brine works, Chinese throughout the country learned to build irrigation and plumbing systems. Farms, villages, and even houses were built with bamboo plumbing. By the Middle Ages, the time of the Norman conquest of England, Su Dongpo, a bureaucrat born in Sichuan, was building sophisticated bamboo urban plumbing. Large bamboo water mains were installed in Hangzhou in 1089 and in Canton in 1096. Holes and ventilators were installed for dealing with both blockage and air pockets.</p><p> Salt producers spread out bamboo piping over the countryside with seeming chaos like the web of a monster spider. The pipes were laid over the landscape to use gravity wherever possible, rising and falling like a roller coaster, with loops to create long downhill runs.</p><p> In the mid-eleventh century, while King Harold was unsuccessfully defending England from the Normans, the salt producers of Sichuan were developing percussion drilling, the most advanced drilling technique in the world for the next seven or eight centuries.</p><p> A hole about four inches in diameter was dug by dropping a heavy eight-foot rod with a sharp iron bit, guided through a bamboo tube so that it kept pounding the same spot. The worker stood on a wooden lever, his weight counterbalancing the eight-foot rod on the other end. He rode the lever up and down, seesaw-like, causing the bit to drop over and over again. After three to five years, a well several hundred feet deep would strike brine.</p><p> In 1066, Harold was killed at Hastings by an arrow, the weapon the Chinese believe was invented in prehistory by Huangdi. At the time of Harold's death, the Chinese were using gunpowder, which was one of the first major industrial applications for salt. The Chinese had found that mixing potassium nitrate, a salt otherwise known as saltpeter, with sulfur and carbon created a powder that when ignited expanded to gas so quickly it produced an explosion. In the twelfth century, when European Crusaders were failing to wrest Jerusalem from the infidel Arabs, the Arabs were beginning to learn of the secret Chinese powder.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>Li Bing had lived during one of the most important crossroads in Chinese history. Centuries of consolidation among warring states had at last produced a unified China. The unified state was the culmination of centuries of intellectual debate about the nature of government and the rights of rulers. At the center of that debate was salt.</p><p> Chinese governments for centuries had seen salt as a source of state revenue. Texts have been found in China mentioning a salt tax in the twentieth century B.C. The ancient character for salt, yan, is a pictograph in three parts. The lower part shows tools, the upper left is an imperial official, and the upper right is brine. So the very character by which the word salt was written depicted the state's control of its manufacture.</p><p> A substance needed by all humans for good health, even survival, would make a good tax generator. Everyone had to buy it, and so everyone would support the state through salt taxes.</p><p> The debate about the salt tax had its roots in Confucius, who lived from 551 to 479 B.C. In Confucius's time the rulers of various Chinese states assembled what would today be called think tanks, in which selected thinkers advised the ruler and debated among themselves. Confucius was one of these intellectual advisers. Considered China's first philosopher of morality, he was disturbed by human foibles and wanted to raise the standard of human behavior. He taught that treating one's fellow human beings well was as important as respecting the Gods, and he emphasized the importance of respecting parents.</p><p> Confucius's students and their students built the system of thought known as Confucianism. Mencius, a student of Confucius's grandson, passed teachings down in a book called the <b>Mencius</b>. Confucius's ideas were also recorded in a book called <b>The Analects</b>, which is the basis of much Chinese thought and the source of many Chinese proverbs.</p><p> During the two and a half centuries between Confucius and Li Bing, China was a grouping of numerous small states constantly at war. Rulers fell, and their kingdoms were swallowed up by more powerful ones, which would then struggle with other surviving states. Mencius traveled in China explaining to rulers that they stayed in power by a \\\"mandate from heaven\\\" based on moral principles, and that if they were not wise and moral leaders, the gods would take away their mandate and they would fall from power.</p><p> But another philosophy, known as legalism, also emerged. The legalists insisted that earthly institutions effectively wielding power were what guaranteed a state's survival. One of the leading legalists was a man named Shang, who advised the Qin (pronounced CHIN) state. Shang said that respect for elders and tradition should not interfere with reforming, clearing out inefficient institutions and replacing them with more effective and pragmatic programs. Legalists struggled to eliminate aristocracy, thereby giving the state the ability to reward and promote based on achievement.</p><p> The legalist faction had a new idea about salt. The first written text on a Chinese salt administration is the <b>Guanzi</b>, which contains what is supposed to be the economic advice of a minister who lived from 685 to 643 B.C. to the ruler of the state of Qi. Historians agree that the Guanzi was actually written around 300 B.C., when only seven states still remained and the eastern state of Qi, much under the influence of legalism, was in a survival struggle, which it would eventually lose, with the western state of Qin.</p><p> Among the ideas offered by the minister was fixing the price of salt at a higher level than the purchase price so that the state could import the salt and sell it at a profit. \\\"We can thus take revenues from what other states produce.\\\" The adviser goes on to point out that in some non-salt-producing areas people are ill from the lack of it and in their desperation would be willing to pay still higher prices. The conclusion of the Guanzi is that \\\"salt has the singularly important power to maintain the basic economy of our state.\\\"</p>\"},{\"id\":\"68541486T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Once I stood on the bank of a rice paddy in rural Sichuan Province, and a lean and aging Chinese peasant, wearing a faded forty-year-old blue jacket issued by the Mao government in the early years of the Revolution, stood knee deep in water and apropos of absolutely nothing shouted defiantly at me, \\\"We Chinese invented many things!\\\"<p> The Chinese are proud of their inventions. All Chinese leaders, including Mao Zedong, sooner or later give a speech listing the many Chinese firsts. Though rural China these days seems in need of a new round of inventions, it is irrefutably true that the Chinese originated many of the pivotal creations of history, including papermaking, printing, gunpowder, and the compass.</p><p> China is the oldest literate society still in existence, and its 4,000 years of written history begin as a history of inventions. It is no longer clear when legends were made into men and when living historic figures were turned into legends. Chinese history starts in the same manner as Old Testament history. In the Book of Genesis, first come the legends, the story of the Creation, mythical figures such as Adam and Eve and Noah, generations of people who may or may not have lived, and gradually the generations are followed to Abraham, the beginning of documented Hebrew history.</p><p> In Chinese history, first was Pangu, the creator, who made humans from parasites on his body. He died but was followed by wise rulers, who invented the things that made China the first civilization.Fuxi was first to domesticate animals. Apparently an enthusiast for domesticity, he is also credited with inventing marriage. Next came Shennong, who invented medicine, agriculture, and trade. He is credited with the plow and the hoe. Then came Huangdi, the Yellow Emperor, who invented writing, the bow and arrow, the cart, and ceramics. Several centuries after Huangdi came Emperor Yao, a wise ruler who passed over his unqualified son and named a modest sage, Shun, his successor. Shun chose his minister, Yu, to succeed him. In 2205 B.C., according to tradition, Yu founded the Xia dynasty, and this dynasty, which lasted until 1766 B.C., enters into documented history.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Chinese salt history begins with the mythical Huangdi, who invented writing, weaponry, and transportation. According to the legends, he also had the distinction of presiding over the first war ever fought over salt.</p><p> One of the earliest verifiable saltworks in prehistoric China was in the northern province of Shanxi. In this arid region of dry yellow earth and desert mountains is a lake of salty water, Lake Yuncheng. This area was known for constant warfare, and all of the wars were over control of the lake. Chinese historians are certain that by 6000 B.C., each year, when the lake's waters evaporated in the summer sun, people harvested the square crystals on the surface of the water, a system the Chinese referred to as \\\"dragging and gathering.\\\" Human bones found around the lake have been dated much earlier, and some historians speculate that these inhabitants may also have gathered salt from the lake.</p><p> The earliest written record of salt production in China dates to around 800 B.C. and tells of production and trade of sea salt a millennium before, during the Xia dynasty. It is not known if the techniques described in this account were actually used during the Xia dynasty, but they were considered old ways by the time of this account, which describes putting ocean water in clay vessels and boiling it until reduced to pots of salt crystals. This was the technique that was spread through southern Europe by the Roman Empire, 1,000 years after the Chinese account was written.</p><p> About 1000 B.C., iron first came into use in China, though the first evidence of it being used in salt making is not until 450 B.C. by a man named Yi Dun. According to a passage written in 129 B.C., \\\"Yi Dun rose to prominence by producing salt in pans.\\\" Yi Dun is believed to have made salt by boiling brine in iron pans, an innovation which would become one of the leading techniques for salt making for the next 2,000 years. The legend says that he worked with an ironmaster named Guo Zong and was also friendly with an enterprising wealthy bureaucrat named Fan Li. Fan Li is credited with inventing fish farming, which for centuries after was associated with salt-producing areas. The Chinese, like later Europeans, saw that salt and fish were partners. Many Chinese, including Mencius, the famous Confucian thinker who lived from 372 to 289 B.C., were said to have worked selling both fish and salt.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Throughout the long history of China, sprinkling salt directly on food has been a rarity. Usually it has been added during cooking by means of various condiments&#8212;salt-based sauces and pastes. The usual explanation is that salt was expensive and it was stretched by these condiments. A recurring idea throughout the ancient world from the Mediterranean to Southeast Asia, fish fermented in salt was one of the most popular salt condiments in ancient China. It was called jiang. But in China soybeans were added to ferment with the fish, and in time the fish was dropped altogether from the recipe and jiang became jiangyou, or, as it is called in the West, soy sauce.</p><p> Soy is a legume that produces beans, two or three in a two-inch-long furry pod. The beans can be yellow, green, brown, purple, black, or spotted, and Chinese cooking makes a great distinction among these varieties. Jiangyou is made from yellow beans, but other types are also fermented with salt to produce different pastes and condiments. In China, the earliest written mention of soy is in the sixth century B.C., describing the plant as a 700-year-old crop from the north. Soy was brought to Japan from China in the sixth century A.D. by Chinese Buddhist missionaries. Both the religion and the bean were successfully implanted. But the Japanese did not make soy sauce until the tenth century. Once they did learn, they called it shoyu and industrialized it and sold it around the world.</p><p> Though jiangyou and shoyu are pronounced very differently and appear to be very different words in Western writing, the two words are written with the same character in Japanese and Chinese. Mao's 1950s literacy campaign simplified the language to some 40,000 characters, but a pre-Mao character for the soy plant, su, depicts little roots at the bottom which revive the soil. Soy puts nutrients back into the soil and can restore fields that have been exhausted by other crops. The bean is so nutritious that a person could be sustained for a considerable period on nothing but water, soy, and salt.</p><p></p><p></p><p>The process by which the Chinese, and later the Japanese, fermented beans in earthen pots is today known as lactic acid fermentation, or, in more common jargon, pickling. Optimum lactic fermentation takes place between sixty-four and seventy-one degrees Fahrenheit, which in most of the world is an easily achieved environment.</p><p> As vegetables begin to rot, the sugars break down and produce lactic acid, which serves as a preservative. Theoretically, pickling can be accomplished without salt, but the carbohydrates and proteins in the vegetables tend to putrefy too quickly to be saved by the emerging lactic acid. Without salt, yeast forms, and the fermentation process leads to alcohol rather than pickles.</p><p> Between .8 and 1.5 percent of the vegetable's weight in salt holds off the rotting process until the lactic acid can take over. Excluding oxygen, either by sealing the jar or, more usually, by weighting the vegetables so that they remain immersed in liquid, is necessary for successful lactic fermentation.</p><p> The ancient Chinese pickled in earthen jars, which caused a white film called kahm yeast, harmless but unpleasant tasting, to form on the top. Every two weeks the cloth, board, and stone weighting the vegetables had to be washed or even boiled to remove the film. This added work is why pickling in earthen jars has not remained popular.</p><p> In Sichuan, pickled vegetables are still a staple. They are served with rice, which is never salted. The salty vegetables contrast pleasantly with the blandness of the warm but unseasoned rice gruel that is a common breakfast food. In effect, the pickles are salting the rice.</p><p> South of the Sichuan capital of Chengdu, lies Zigong, a hilly provincial salt town that grew into a city because of its preponderance of brine wells. The crowded, narrow, downhill open-air market in the center of town continues to sell salt and special pickling jars for the two local specialties, paocai and zhacai. A woman at the market who sold the glass pickling jars offered this recipe for paocai&#58;</p><p></p>Fill the jar two-thirds with brine. Add whatever vegetables you like and whatever spice you like, cover, and the vegetables are ready in two days.<p></p><p> The spices added are usually hot red Sichuan peppers or ginger, a perennial herb of Indian origin, known to the Chinese since ancient times. The red pepper, today a central ingredient of Sichuan cooking, did not arrive until the sixteenth century, carried to Europe by Columbus, to India by the Portuguese, and to China by either the Indians, Portuguese, Andalusians, or Basques.</p><p> Paocai that is eaten in two days is obviously more about flavor than preserving. After two days the vegetables are still very crisp, and the salt maintains, even brightens, the color. Zhacai is made with salt instead of brine, alternating layers of vegetables with layers of salt crystals. In time a brine is formed from the juices the salt pulls out of the vegetables. When a peasant has a baby girl, the family puts up a vegetable every year and gives the jars to her when she's married. This shows how long zhacai is kept before eating. The original medieval idea was to marry her after twelve or fifteen jars. Today it usually takes a few more vegetables.</p><p> The Chinese also solved the delicate problem of transporting eggs by preserving them in salt. They soaked the eggs, and still do, in brine for more than a month, or they soak them for a shorter time and encase them in salted mud and straw. The resulting egg, of a hard-boiled consistency with a bright orange yolk, will neither break nor spoil if properly handled. A more complicated technique, involving salt, ash, lye, and tea, produces the \\\"1,000-year-old egg.\\\" Typical of the Chinese love of poetic hyperbole, 1,000-year-old eggs take about 100 days to make, and will keep for another 100 days, though the yolk is then a bit green and the smell is strong.</p><p></p><p></p><p>In 250 B.C., the time of the Punic Wars in the Mediterranean, the governor of Shu, today the province of Sichuan, was a man named Li Bing. The governor was one of the greatest hydraulic engineering geniuses of all time.</p><p> The coincidence of hydraulic engineering skills and political leadership does not seem strange when it is remembered that water management was one of the critical issues in developing China, a land of droughts and floods.</p><p> The Yellow River, named for the yellowish silt it rushes through northern China, was known as \\\"the father of floods.\\\" It and the Yangtze are the two great rivers of Chinese history, both originating in the Tibetan plateau and winding toward the sea on the east coast of China. The Yellow runs through arid northern regions and tends to silt up, raising the riverbed, which causes flooding unless dikes are built up around its banks. The Yangtze is a wider river with many navigable tributaries. It flows through the green and rainy center of China, bisecting the world's third largest country, from the Tibetan mountains to Shanghai on the East China Sea.</p><p> The rule of the wise Emperor Yao is said to have been a golden age of ancient China, and one reason for this was that Emperor Yao had tamed nature by introducing the concept of flood control. Li Bing has taken on some of the mythic dimensions of Yao, a god who conquered floods and tamed nature. But unlike the mythical Emperor Yao, Li Bing's existence is well documented. His most extraordinary accomplishment was the building of the first dam, which still functions in modernized form. At a place called Dujiangyan, he divided the Minjiang River, a tributary of the Yangtze. The diverted water goes into a series of spillways and channels that can be opened to irrigate in times of droughts and closed in times of flooding. He had three stone figures of men placed in the water as gauges. If their feet were visible, this signaled drought conditions and the dam's gates were opened to let in water. If their shoulders were submerged, floodwaters had risen too high and the dam's gates were closed.</p><p> Because of the Dujiangyan dam system, the plains of eastern Sichuan became an affluent agricultural center of China. Ancient records called the area \\\"Land of Abundance.\\\" With the dam still operating, the Sichuan plains remain an agricultural center today.</p><p> In 1974, two water gauges, carved in A.D. 168, were found in the riverbed by the site of Li Bing's dam. They seem to have been replacements for the original water gauge statues. One of them is the oldest Chinese stone figure ever found of an identifiable individual. It is a statue of Li Bing. The original gauges he had used depicted gods of flood control. Four centuries after his death, he was considered to be one of these gods.</p><p> Li Bing made a very simple but pivotal discovery. By his time, Sichuan had long been a salt-producing area. Salt is known to have been made in Sichuan as early as 3000 B.C. But it was Li Bing who found that the natural brine, from which the salt was made, did not originate in the pools where it was found but seeped up from underground. In 252 B.C., he ordered the drilling of the world's first brine wells.</p><p> These first wells had wide mouths, more like an open pit, though some went deeper than 300 feet. As the Chinese learned how to drill, the shafts got narrower and the wells deeper.</p><p> But sometimes the people who dug the wells would inexplicably become weak, get sick, lie down, and die. Occasionally, a tremendous explosion would kill an entire crew or flames spit out from the bore holes. Gradually, the salt workers and their communities realized that an evil spirit from some underworld was rising up through the holes they were digging. By 68 B.C., two wells, one in Sichuan and one in neighboring Shaanxi, became infamous as sites where the evil spirit emerged. Once a year the governors of the respective provinces would visit these wells and make offerings.</p><p> By A.D. 100, the well workers, understanding that the disturbances were caused by an invisible substance, found the holes where it came out of the ground, lit them, and started placing pots close by. They could cook with it. Soon they learned to insulate bamboo tubes with mud and brine and pipe the invisible force to boiling houses. These boiling houses were open sheds where pots of brine cooked until the water evaporated and left salt crystals. By A.D. 200, the boiling houses had iron pots heated by gas flames. This is the first known use of natural gas in the world.</p><p> Salt makers learned to drill and shore up a narrow shaft, which allowed them to go deeper. They extracted the brine by means of a long bamboo tube which fit down the shaft. At the bottom of the tube was a leather valve. The weight of the water would force the valve shut while the long tube was hauled out. Then the tube was suspended over a tank, where a poke from a stick would open the valve and release the brine into the tank. The tank was connected to bamboo piping that led to the boiling house. Other bamboo pipes, planted just below the wellhead to capture escaping gas, also went to the boiling house.</p><p> Bamboo piping, which was probably first made in Sichuan, is salt resistant, and the salt kills algae and microbes that would cause rot. The joints were sea&#93;ed either with mud or with a mixture of tung oil and lime. From the piping at Sichuan brine works, Chinese throughout the country learned to build irrigation and plumbing systems. Farms, villages, and even houses were built with bamboo plumbing. By the Middle Ages, the time of the Norman conquest of England, Su Dongpo, a bureaucrat born in Sichuan, was building sophisticated bamboo urban plumbing. Large bamboo water mains were installed in Hangzhou in 1089 and in Canton in 1096. Holes and ventilators were installed for dealing with both blockage and air pockets.</p><p> Salt producers spread out bamboo piping over the countryside with seeming chaos like the web of a monster spider. The pipes were laid over the landscape to use gravity wherever possible, rising and falling like a roller coaster, with loops to create long downhill runs.</p><p> In the mid-eleventh century, while King Harold was unsuccessfully defending England from the Normans, the salt producers of Sichuan were developing percussion drilling, the most advanced drilling technique in the world for the next seven or eight centuries.</p><p> A hole about four inches in diameter was dug by dropping a heavy eight-foot rod with a sharp iron bit, guided through a bamboo tube so that it kept pounding the same spot. The worker stood on a wooden lever, his weight counterbalancing the eight-foot rod on the other end. He rode the lever up and down, seesaw-like, causing the bit to drop over and over again. After three to five years, a well several hundred feet deep would strike brine.</p><p> In 1066, Harold was killed at Hastings by an arrow, the weapon the Chinese believe was invented in prehistory by Huangdi. At the time of Harold's death, the Chinese were using gunpowder, which was one of the first major industrial applications for salt. The Chinese had found that mixing potassium nitrate, a salt otherwise known as saltpeter, with sulfur and carbon created a powder that when ignited expanded to gas so quickly it produced an explosion. In the twelfth century, when European Crusaders were failing to wrest Jerusalem from the infidel Arabs, the Arabs were beginning to learn of the secret Chinese powder.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Li Bing had lived during one of the most important crossroads in Chinese history. Centuries of consolidation among warring states had at last produced a unified China. The unified state was the culmination of centuries of intellectual debate about the nature of government and the rights of rulers. At the center of that debate was salt.</p><p> Chinese governments for centuries had seen salt as a source of state revenue. Texts have been found in China mentioning a salt tax in the twentieth century B.C. The ancient character for salt, yan, is a pictograph in three parts. The lower part shows tools, the upper left is an imperial official, and the upper right is brine. So the very character by which the word salt was written depicted the state's control of its manufacture.</p><p> A substance needed by all humans for good health, even survival, would make a good tax generator. Everyone had to buy it, and so everyone would support the state through salt taxes.</p><p> The debate about the salt tax had its roots in Confucius, who lived from 551 to 479 B.C. In Confucius's time the rulers of various Chinese states assembled what would today be called think tanks, in which selected thinkers advised the ruler and debated among themselves. Confucius was one of these intellectual advisers. Considered China's first philosopher of morality, he was disturbed by human foibles and wanted to raise the standard of human behavior. He taught that treating one's fellow human beings well was as important as respecting the Gods, and he emphasized the importance of respecting parents.</p><p> Confucius's students and their students built the system of thought known as Confucianism. Mencius, a student of Confucius's grandson, passed teachings down in a book called the <b>Mencius</b>. Confucius's ideas were also recorded in a book called <b>The Analects</b>, which is the basis of much Chinese thought and the source of many Chinese proverbs.</p><p> During the two and a half centuries between Confucius and Li Bing, China was a grouping of numerous small states constantly at war. Rulers fell, and their kingdoms were swallowed up by more powerful ones, which would then struggle with other surviving states. Mencius traveled in China explaining to rulers that they stayed in power by a \\\"mandate from heaven\\\" based on moral principles, and that if they were not wise and moral leaders, the gods would take away their mandate and they would fall from power.</p><p> But another philosophy, known as legalism, also emerged. The legalists insisted that earthly institutions effectively wielding power were what guaranteed a state's survival. One of the leading legalists was a man named Shang, who advised the Qin (pronounced CHIN) state. Shang said that respect for elders and tradition should not interfere with reforming, clearing out inefficient institutions and replacing them with more effective and pragmatic programs. Legalists struggled to eliminate aristocracy, thereby giving the state the ability to reward and promote based on achievement.</p><p> The legalist faction had a new idea about salt. The first written text on a Chinese salt administration is the <b>Guanzi</b>, which contains what is supposed to be the economic advice of a minister who lived from 685 to 643 B.C. to the ruler of the state of Qi. Historians agree that the Guanzi was actually written around 300 B.C., when only seven states still remained and the eastern state of Qi, much under the influence of legalism, was in a survival struggle, which it would eventually lose, with the western state of Qin.</p><p> Among the ideas offered by the minister was fixing the price of salt at a higher level than the purchase price so that the state could import the salt and sell it at a profit. \\\"We can thus take revenues from what other states produce.\\\" The adviser goes on to point out that in some non-salt-producing areas people are ill from the lack of it and in their desperation would be willing to pay still higher prices. The conclusion of the Guanzi is that \\\"salt has the singularly important power to maintain the basic economy of our state.\\\"</p>\"},{\"id\":\"4045018T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"Once I stood on the bank of a rice paddy in rural Sichuan Province, and a lean and aging Chinese peasant, wearing a faded forty-year-old blue jacket issued by the Mao government in the early years of the Revolution, stood knee deep in water and apropos of absolutely nothing shouted defiantly at me, \\\"We Chinese invented many things!\\\"<p> The Chinese are proud of their inventions. All Chinese leaders, including Mao Zedong, sooner or later give a speech listing the many Chinese firsts. Though rural China these days seems in need of a new round of inventions, it is irrefutably true that the Chinese originated many of the pivotal creations of history, including papermaking, printing, gunpowder, and the compass.</p><p> China is the oldest literate society still in existence, and its 4,000 years of written history begin as a history of inventions. It is no longer clear when legends were made into men and when living historic figures were turned into legends. Chinese history starts in the same manner as Old Testament history. In the Book of Genesis, first come the legends, the story of the Creation, mythical figures such as Adam and Eve and Noah, generations of people who may or may not have lived, and gradually the generations are followed to Abraham, the beginning of documented Hebrew history.</p><p> In Chinese history, first was Pangu, the creator, who made humans from parasites on his body. He died but was followed by wise rulers, who invented the things that made China the first civilization.Fuxi was first to domesticate animals. Apparently an enthusiast for domesticity, he is also credited with inventing marriage. Next came Shennong, who invented medicine, agriculture, and trade. He is credited with the plow and the hoe. Then came Huangdi, the Yellow Emperor, who invented writing, the bow and arrow, the cart, and ceramics. Several centuries after Huangdi came Emperor Yao, a wise ruler who passed over his unqualified son and named a modest sage, Shun, his successor. Shun chose his minister, Yu, to succeed him. In 2205 B.C., according to tradition, Yu founded the Xia dynasty, and this dynasty, which lasted until 1766 B.C., enters into documented history.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Chinese salt history begins with the mythical Huangdi, who invented writing, weaponry, and transportation. According to the legends, he also had the distinction of presiding over the first war ever fought over salt.</p><p> One of the earliest verifiable saltworks in prehistoric China was in the northern province of Shanxi. In this arid region of dry yellow earth and desert mountains is a lake of salty water, Lake Yuncheng. This area was known for constant warfare, and all of the wars were over control of the lake. Chinese historians are certain that by 6000 B.C., each year, when the lake's waters evaporated in the summer sun, people harvested the square crystals on the surface of the water, a system the Chinese referred to as \\\"dragging and gathering.\\\" Human bones found around the lake have been dated much earlier, and some historians speculate that these inhabitants may also have gathered salt from the lake.</p><p> The earliest written record of salt production in China dates to around 800 B.C. and tells of production and trade of sea salt a millennium before, during the Xia dynasty. It is not known if the techniques described in this account were actually used during the Xia dynasty, but they were considered old ways by the time of this account, which describes putting ocean water in clay vessels and boiling it until reduced to pots of salt crystals. This was the technique that was spread through southern Europe by the Roman Empire, 1,000 years after the Chinese account was written.</p><p> About 1000 B.C., iron first came into use in China, though the first evidence of it being used in salt making is not until 450 B.C. by a man named Yi Dun. According to a passage written in 129 B.C., \\\"Yi Dun rose to prominence by producing salt in pans.\\\" Yi Dun is believed to have made salt by boiling brine in iron pans, an innovation which would become one of the leading techniques for salt making for the next 2,000 years. The legend says that he worked with an ironmaster named Guo Zong and was also friendly with an enterprising wealthy bureaucrat named Fan Li. Fan Li is credited with inventing fish farming, which for centuries after was associated with salt-producing areas. The Chinese, like later Europeans, saw that salt and fish were partners. Many Chinese, including Mencius, the famous Confucian thinker who lived from 372 to 289 B.C., were said to have worked selling both fish and salt.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Throughout the long history of China, sprinkling salt directly on food has been a rarity. Usually it has been added during cooking by means of various condiments&#8212;salt-based sauces and pastes. The usual explanation is that salt was expensive and it was stretched by these condiments. A recurring idea throughout the ancient world from the Mediterranean to Southeast Asia, fish fermented in salt was one of the most popular salt condiments in ancient China. It was called jiang. But in China soybeans were added to ferment with the fish, and in time the fish was dropped altogether from the recipe and jiang became jiangyou, or, as it is called in the West, soy sauce.</p><p> Soy is a legume that produces beans, two or three in a two-inch-long furry pod. The beans can be yellow, green, brown, purple, black, or spotted, and Chinese cooking makes a great distinction among these varieties. Jiangyou is made from yellow beans, but other types are also fermented with salt to produce different pastes and condiments. In China, the earliest written mention of soy is in the sixth century B.C., describing the plant as a 700-year-old crop from the north. Soy was brought to Japan from China in the sixth century A.D. by Chinese Buddhist missionaries. Both the religion and the bean were successfully implanted. But the Japanese did not make soy sauce until the tenth century. Once they did learn, they called it shoyu and industrialized it and sold it around the world.</p><p> Though jiangyou and shoyu are pronounced very differently and appear to be very different words in Western writing, the two words are written with the same character in Japanese and Chinese. Mao's 1950s literacy campaign simplified the language to some 40,000 characters, but a pre-Mao character for the soy plant, su, depicts little roots at the bottom which revive the soil. Soy puts nutrients back into the soil and can restore fields that have been exhausted by other crops. The bean is so nutritious that a person could be sustained for a considerable period on nothing but water, soy, and salt.</p><p></p><p></p><p>The process by which the Chinese, and later the Japanese, fermented beans in earthen pots is today known as lactic acid fermentation, or, in more common jargon, pickling. Optimum lactic fermentation takes place between sixty-four and seventy-one degrees Fahrenheit, which in most of the world is an easily achieved environment.</p><p> As vegetables begin to rot, the sugars break down and produce lactic acid, which serves as a preservative. Theoretically, pickling can be accomplished without salt, but the carbohydrates and proteins in the vegetables tend to putrefy too quickly to be saved by the emerging lactic acid. Without salt, yeast forms, and the fermentation process leads to alcohol rather than pickles.</p><p> Between .8 and 1.5 percent of the vegetable's weight in salt holds off the rotting process until the lactic acid can take over. Excluding oxygen, either by sealing the jar or, more usually, by weighting the vegetables so that they remain immersed in liquid, is necessary for successful lactic fermentation.</p><p> The ancient Chinese pickled in earthen jars, which caused a white film called kahm yeast, harmless but unpleasant tasting, to form on the top. Every two weeks the cloth, board, and stone weighting the vegetables had to be washed or even boiled to remove the film. This added work is why pickling in earthen jars has not remained popular.</p><p> In Sichuan, pickled vegetables are still a staple. They are served with rice, which is never salted. The salty vegetables contrast pleasantly with the blandness of the warm but unseasoned rice gruel that is a common breakfast food. In effect, the pickles are salting the rice.</p><p> South of the Sichuan capital of Chengdu, lies Zigong, a hilly provincial salt town that grew into a city because of its preponderance of brine wells. The crowded, narrow, downhill open-air market in the center of town continues to sell salt and special pickling jars for the two local specialties, paocai and zhacai. A woman at the market who sold the glass pickling jars offered this recipe for paocai&#58;</p><p></p>Fill the jar two-thirds with brine. Add whatever vegetables you like and whatever spice you like, cover, and the vegetables are ready in two days.<p></p><p> The spices added are usually hot red Sichuan peppers or ginger, a perennial herb of Indian origin, known to the Chinese since ancient times. The red pepper, today a central ingredient of Sichuan cooking, did not arrive until the sixteenth century, carried to Europe by Columbus, to India by the Portuguese, and to China by either the Indians, Portuguese, Andalusians, or Basques.</p><p> Paocai that is eaten in two days is obviously more about flavor than preserving. After two days the vegetables are still very crisp, and the salt maintains, even brightens, the color. Zhacai is made with salt instead of brine, alternating layers of vegetables with layers of salt crystals. In time a brine is formed from the juices the salt pulls out of the vegetables. When a peasant has a baby girl, the family puts up a vegetable every year and gives the jars to her when she's married. This shows how long zhacai is kept before eating. The original medieval idea was to marry her after twelve or fifteen jars. Today it usually takes a few more vegetables.</p><p> The Chinese also solved the delicate problem of transporting eggs by preserving them in salt. They soaked the eggs, and still do, in brine for more than a month, or they soak them for a shorter time and encase them in salted mud and straw. The resulting egg, of a hard-boiled consistency with a bright orange yolk, will neither break nor spoil if properly handled. A more complicated technique, involving salt, ash, lye, and tea, produces the \\\"1,000-year-old egg.\\\" Typical of the Chinese love of poetic hyperbole, 1,000-year-old eggs take about 100 days to make, and will keep for another 100 days, though the yolk is then a bit green and the smell is strong.</p><p></p><p></p><p>In 250 B.C., the time of the Punic Wars in the Mediterranean, the governor of Shu, today the province of Sichuan, was a man named Li Bing. The governor was one of the greatest hydraulic engineering geniuses of all time.</p><p> The coincidence of hydraulic engineering skills and political leadership does not seem strange when it is remembered that water management was one of the critical issues in developing China, a land of droughts and floods.</p><p> The Yellow River, named for the yellowish silt it rushes through northern China, was known as \\\"the father of floods.\\\" It and the Yangtze are the two great rivers of Chinese history, both originating in the Tibetan plateau and winding toward the sea on the east coast of China. The Yellow runs through arid northern regions and tends to silt up, raising the riverbed, which causes flooding unless dikes are built up around its banks. The Yangtze is a wider river with many navigable tributaries. It flows through the green and rainy center of China, bisecting the world's third largest country, from the Tibetan mountains to Shanghai on the East China Sea.</p><p> The rule of the wise Emperor Yao is said to have been a golden age of ancient China, and one reason for this was that Emperor Yao had tamed nature by introducing the concept of flood control. Li Bing has taken on some of the mythic dimensions of Yao, a god who conquered floods and tamed nature. But unlike the mythical Emperor Yao, Li Bing's existence is well documented. His most extraordinary accomplishment was the building of the first dam, which still functions in modernized form. At a place called Dujiangyan, he divided the Minjiang River, a tributary of the Yangtze. The diverted water goes into a series of spillways and channels that can be opened to irrigate in times of droughts and closed in times of flooding. He had three stone figures of men placed in the water as gauges. If their feet were visible, this signaled drought conditions and the dam's gates were opened to let in water. If their shoulders were submerged, floodwaters had risen too high and the dam's gates were closed.</p><p> Because of the Dujiangyan dam system, the plains of eastern Sichuan became an affluent agricultural center of China. Ancient records called the area \\\"Land of Abundance.\\\" With the dam still operating, the Sichuan plains remain an agricultural center today.</p><p> In 1974, two water gauges, carved in A.D. 168, were found in the riverbed by the site of Li Bing's dam. They seem to have been replacements for the original water gauge statues. One of them is the oldest Chinese stone figure ever found of an identifiable individual. It is a statue of Li Bing. The original gauges he had used depicted gods of flood control. Four centuries after his death, he was considered to be one of these gods.</p><p> Li Bing made a very simple but pivotal discovery. By his time, Sichuan had long been a salt-producing area. Salt is known to have been made in Sichuan as early as 3000 B.C. But it was Li Bing who found that the natural brine, from which the salt was made, did not originate in the pools where it was found but seeped up from underground. In 252 B.C., he ordered the drilling of the world's first brine wells.</p><p> These first wells had wide mouths, more like an open pit, though some went deeper than 300 feet. As the Chinese learned how to drill, the shafts got narrower and the wells deeper.</p><p> But sometimes the people who dug the wells would inexplicably become weak, get sick, lie down, and die. Occasionally, a tremendous explosion would kill an entire crew or flames spit out from the bore holes. Gradually, the salt workers and their communities realized that an evil spirit from some underworld was rising up through the holes they were digging. By 68 B.C., two wells, one in Sichuan and one in neighboring Shaanxi, became infamous as sites where the evil spirit emerged. Once a year the governors of the respective provinces would visit these wells and make offerings.</p><p> By A.D. 100, the well workers, understanding that the disturbances were caused by an invisible substance, found the holes where it came out of the ground, lit them, and started placing pots close by. They could cook with it. Soon they learned to insulate bamboo tubes with mud and brine and pipe the invisible force to boiling houses. These boiling houses were open sheds where pots of brine cooked until the water evaporated and left salt crystals. By A.D. 200, the boiling houses had iron pots heated by gas flames. This is the first known use of natural gas in the world.</p><p> Salt makers learned to drill and shore up a narrow shaft, which allowed them to go deeper. They extracted the brine by means of a long bamboo tube which fit down the shaft. At the bottom of the tube was a leather valve. The weight of the water would force the valve shut while the long tube was hauled out. Then the tube was suspended over a tank, where a poke from a stick would open the valve and release the brine into the tank. The tank was connected to bamboo piping that led to the boiling house. Other bamboo pipes, planted just below the wellhead to capture escaping gas, also went to the boiling house.</p><p> Bamboo piping, which was probably first made in Sichuan, is salt resistant, and the salt kills algae and microbes that would cause rot. The joints were sea&#93;ed either with mud or with a mixture of tung oil and lime. From the piping at Sichuan brine works, Chinese throughout the country learned to build irrigation and plumbing systems. Farms, villages, and even houses were built with bamboo plumbing. By the Middle Ages, the time of the Norman conquest of England, Su Dongpo, a bureaucrat born in Sichuan, was building sophisticated bamboo urban plumbing. Large bamboo water mains were installed in Hangzhou in 1089 and in Canton in 1096. Holes and ventilators were installed for dealing with both blockage and air pockets.</p><p> Salt producers spread out bamboo piping over the countryside with seeming chaos like the web of a monster spider. The pipes were laid over the landscape to use gravity wherever possible, rising and falling like a roller coaster, with loops to create long downhill runs.</p><p> In the mid-eleventh century, while King Harold was unsuccessfully defending England from the Normans, the salt producers of Sichuan were developing percussion drilling, the most advanced drilling technique in the world for the next seven or eight centuries.</p><p> A hole about four inches in diameter was dug by dropping a heavy eight-foot rod with a sharp iron bit, guided through a bamboo tube so that it kept pounding the same spot. The worker stood on a wooden lever, his weight counterbalancing the eight-foot rod on the other end. He rode the lever up and down, seesaw-like, causing the bit to drop over and over again. After three to five years, a well several hundred feet deep would strike brine.</p><p> In 1066, Harold was killed at Hastings by an arrow, the weapon the Chinese believe was invented in prehistory by Huangdi. At the time of Harold's death, the Chinese were using gunpowder, which was one of the first major industrial applications for salt. The Chinese had found that mixing potassium nitrate, a salt otherwise known as saltpeter, with sulfur and carbon created a powder that when ignited expanded to gas so quickly it produced an explosion. In the twelfth century, when European Crusaders were failing to wrest Jerusalem from the infidel Arabs, the Arabs were beginning to learn of the secret Chinese powder.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Li Bing had lived during one of the most important crossroads in Chinese history. Centuries of consolidation among warring states had at last produced a unified China. The unified state was the culmination of centuries of intellectual debate about the nature of government and the rights of rulers. At the center of that debate was salt.</p><p> Chinese governments for centuries had seen salt as a source of state revenue. Texts have been found in China mentioning a salt tax in the twentieth century B.C. The ancient character for salt, yan, is a pictograph in three parts. The lower part shows tools, the upper left is an imperial official, and the upper right is brine. So the very character by which the word salt was written depicted the state's control of its manufacture.</p><p> A substance needed by all humans for good health, even survival, would make a good tax generator. Everyone had to buy it, and so everyone would support the state through salt taxes.</p><p> The debate about the salt tax had its roots in Confucius, who lived from 551 to 479 B.C. In Confucius's time the rulers of various Chinese states assembled what would today be called think tanks, in which selected thinkers advised the ruler and debated among themselves. Confucius was one of these intellectual advisers. Considered China's first philosopher of morality, he was disturbed by human foibles and wanted to raise the standard of human behavior. He taught that treating one's fellow human beings well was as important as respecting the Gods, and he emphasized the importance of respecting parents.</p><p> Confucius's students and their students built the system of thought known as Confucianism. Mencius, a student of Confucius's grandson, passed teachings down in a book called the <b>Mencius</b>. Confucius's ideas were also recorded in a book called <b>The Analects</b>, which is the basis of much Chinese thought and the source of many Chinese proverbs.</p><p> During the two and a half centuries between Confucius and Li Bing, China was a grouping of numerous small states constantly at war. Rulers fell, and their kingdoms were swallowed up by more powerful ones, which would then struggle with other surviving states. Mencius traveled in China explaining to rulers that they stayed in power by a \\\"mandate from heaven\\\" based on moral principles, and that if they were not wise and moral leaders, the gods would take away their mandate and they would fall from power.</p><p> But another philosophy, known as legalism, also emerged. The legalists insisted that earthly institutions effectively wielding power were what guaranteed a state's survival. One of the leading legalists was a man named Shang, who advised the Qin (pronounced CHIN) state. Shang said that respect for elders and tradition should not interfere with reforming, clearing out inefficient institutions and replacing them with more effective and pragmatic programs. Legalists struggled to eliminate aristocracy, thereby giving the state the ability to reward and promote based on achievement.</p><p> The legalist faction had a new idea about salt. The first written text on a Chinese salt administration is the <b>Guanzi</b>, which contains what is supposed to be the economic advice of a minister who lived from 685 to 643 B.C. to the ruler of the state of Qi. Historians agree that the Guanzi was actually written around 300 B.C., when only seven states still remained and the eastern state of Qi, much under the influence of legalism, was in a survival struggle, which it would eventually lose, with the western state of Qin.</p><p> Among the ideas offered by the minister was fixing the price of salt at a higher level than the purchase price so that the state could import the salt and sell it at a profit. \\\"We can thus take revenues from what other states produce.\\\" The adviser goes on to point out that in some non-salt-producing areas people are ill from the lack of it and in their desperation would be willing to pay still higher prices. The conclusion of the Guanzi is that \\\"salt has the singularly important power to maintain the basic economy of our state.\\\"</p>\"},{\"id\":\"2060643T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"Chapter One <p><br> <P ALIGN=\\\"CENTER\\\">                             <b>A Mandate of Salt</b> <p> <br> <p> Once I stood on the bank of a rice paddy in rural Sichuan Province, and a lean and aging Chinese peasant, wearing a faded forty-year-old blue jacket issued by the Mao government in the early years of the Revolution, stood knee deep in water and apropos of absolutely nothing shouted defiantly at me, &quot;We Chinese invented many things!&quot; <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    The Chinese are proud of their inventions. All Chinese leaders, including Mao Zedong, sooner or later give a speech listing the many Chinese firsts. Though rural China these days seems in need of a new round of inventions, it is irrefutably true that the Chinese originated many of the pivotal creations of history, including papermaking, printing, gunpowder, and the compass. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    China is the oldest literate society still in existence, and its 4,000 years of written history begin as a history of inventions. It is no longer clear when legends were made into men and when living historic figures were turned into legends. Chinese history starts in the same manner as Old Testament history. In the Book of Genesis, first come the legends, the story of the Creation, mythical figures such as Adam and Eve and Noah, generations of people who may or may not have lived, and gradually the generations are followed to Abraham, the beginning of documented Hebrew history. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    In Chinese history, first was Pangu, the creator, who made humans from parasites on his body. He died but was followed by wise rulers, who invented the things that made China the first civilization.Fuxi was first to domesticate animals. Apparently an enthusiast for domesticity, he is also credited with inventing marriage. Next came Shennong, who invented medicine, agriculture, and trade. He is credited with the plow and the hoe. Then came Huangdi, the Yellow Emperor, who invented writing, the bow and arrow, the cart, and ceramics. Several centuries after Huangdi came Emperor Yao, a wise ruler who passed over his unqualified son and named a modest sage, Shun, his successor. Shun chose his minister, Yu, to succeed him. In 2205 B.C., according to tradition, Yu founded the Xia dynasty, and this dynasty, which lasted until 1766 B.C., enters into documented history. <p> <br> <P ALIGN=\\\"CENTER\\\">                                    * * * <p> <br> <p> Chinese salt history begins with the mythical Huangdi, who invented writing, weaponry, and transportation. According to the legends, he also had the distinction of presiding over the first war ever fought over salt. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    One of the earliest verifiable saltworks in prehistoric China was in the northern province of Shanxi. In this arid region of dry yellow earth and desert mountains is a lake of salty water, Lake Yuncheng. This area was known for constant warfare, and all of the wars were over control of the lake. Chinese historians are certain that by 6000 B.C., each year, when the lake's waters evaporated in the summer sun, people harvested the square crystals on the surface of the water, a system the Chinese referred to as &quot;dragging and gathering.&quot; Human bones found around the lake have been dated much earlier, and some historians speculate that these inhabitants may also have gathered salt from the lake. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;     The earliest written record of salt production in China dates to around 800 B.C. and tells of production and trade of sea salt a millennium before, during the Xia dynasty. It is not known if the techniques described in this account were actually used during the Xia dynasty, but they were considered old ways by the time of this account, which describes putting ocean water in clay vessels and boiling it until reduced to pots of salt crystals. This was the technique that was spread through southern Europe by the Roman Empire, 1,000 years after the Chinese account was written. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    About 1000 B.C., iron first came into use in China, though the first evidence of it being used in salt making is not until 450 B.C. by a man named Yi Dun. According to a passage written in 129 B.C., &quot;Yi Dun rose to prominence by producing salt in pans.&quot; Yi Dun is believed to have made salt by boiling brine in iron pans, an innovation which would become one of the leading techniques for salt making for the next 2,000 years. The legend says that he worked with an ironmaster named Guo Zong and was also friendly with an enterprising wealthy bureaucrat named Fan Li. Fan Li is credited with inventing fish farming, which for centuries after was associated with salt-producing areas. The Chinese, like later Europeans, saw that salt and fish were partners. Many Chinese, including Mencius, the famous Confucian thinker who lived from 372 to 289 B.C., were said to have worked selling both fish and salt. <p> <br> <P ALIGN=\\\"CENTER\\\">                                    * * * <p> <br> <p> Throughout the long history of China, sprinkling salt directly on food has been a rarity. Usually it has been added during cooking by means of various condiments&#151;salt-based sauces and pastes. The usual explanation is that salt was expensive and it was stretched by these condiments. A recurring idea throughout the ancient world from the Mediterranean to Southeast Asia, fish fermented in salt was one of the most popular salt condiments in ancient China. It was called <i>jiang</i>. But in China soybeans were added to ferment with the fish, and in time the fish was dropped altogether from the recipe and jiang became <i>jiangyou</i>, or, as it is called in the West, soy sauce. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Soy is a legume that produces beans, two or three in a two-inch-long furry pod. The beans can be yellow, green, brown, purple, black, or spotted, and Chinese cooking makes a great distinction among these varieties. Jiangyou is made from yellow beans, but other types are also fermented with salt to produce different pastes and condiments. In China, the earliest written mention of soy is in the sixth century B.C., describing the plant as a 700-year-old crop from the north. Soy was brought to Japan from China in the sixth century A.D. by Chinese Buddhist missionaries. Both the religion and the bean were successfully implanted. But the Japanese did not make soy sauce until the tenth century. Once they did learn, they called it <i>shoyu</i> and industrialized it and sold it around the world. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Though <i>jiangyou</i> and <i>shoyu</i> are pronounced very differently and appear to be very different words in Western writing, the two words are written with the same character in Japanese and Chinese. Mao's 1950s literacy campaign simplified the language to some 40,000 characters, but a pre-Mao character for the soy plant, <i>su</i>, depicts little roots at the bottom which revive the soil. Soy puts nutrients back into the soil and can restore fields that have been exhausted by other crops. The bean is so nutritious that a person could be sustained for a considerable period on nothing but water, soy, and salt. <p> <br> <P ALIGN=\\\"CENTER\\\">                                    * * * <p> <br> <p> The process by which the Chinese, and later the Japanese, fermented beans in earthen pots is today known as lactic acid fermentation, or, in more common jargon, pickling. Optimum lactic fermentation takes place between sixty-four and seventy-one degrees Fahrenheit, which in most of the world is an easily achieved environment. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    As vegetables begin to rot, the sugars break down and produce lactic acid, which serves as a preservative. Theoretically, pickling can be accomplished without salt, but the carbohydrates and proteins in the vegetables tend to putrefy too quickly to be saved by the emerging lactic acid. Without salt, yeast forms, and the fermentation process leads to alcohol rather than pickles. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Between .8 and 1.5 percent of the vegetable's weight in salt holds off the rotting process until the lactic acid can take over. Excluding oxygen, either by sealing the jar or, more usually, by weighting the vegetables so that they remain immersed in liquid, is necessary for successful lactic fermentation. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    The ancient Chinese pickled in earthen jars, which caused a white film called kahm yeast, harmless but unpleasant tasting, to form on the top. Every two weeks the cloth, board, and stone weighting the vegetables had to be washed or even boiled to remove the film. This added work is why pickling in earthen jars has not remained popular. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    In Sichuan, pickled vegetables are still a staple. They are served with rice, which is never salted. The salty vegetables contrast pleasantly with the blandness of the warm but unseasoned rice gruel that is a common breakfast food. In effect, the pickles are salting the rice. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    South of the Sichuan capital of Chengdu, lies Zigong, a hilly provincial salt town that grew into a city because of its preponderance of brine wells. The crowded, narrow, downhill open-air market in the center of town continues to sell salt and special pickling jars for the two local specialties, <i>paocai</i> and <i>zhacai</i>. A woman at the market who sold the glass pickling jars offered this recipe for paocai&#58; <p> <br> <p><blockquote>    Fill the jar two-thirds with brine. Add whatever vegetables you    like and whatever spice you like, cover, and the vegetables are    ready in two days.</blockquote> <p> <br> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    The spices added are usually hot red Sichuan peppers or ginger, a perennial herb of Indian origin, known to the Chinese since ancient times. The red pepper, today a central ingredient of Sichuan cooking, did not arrive until the sixteenth century, carried to Europe by Columbus, to India by the Portuguese, and to China by either the Indians, Portuguese, Andalusians, or Basques. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Paocai that is eaten in two days is obviously more about flavor than preserving. After two days the vegetables are still very crisp, and the salt maintains, even brightens, the color. Zhacai is made with salt instead of brine, alternating layers of vegetables with layers of salt crystals. In time a brine is formed from the juices the salt pulls out of the vegetables. When a peasant has a baby girl, the family puts up a vegetable every year and gives the jars to her when she's married. This shows how long zhacai is kept before eating. The original medieval idea was to marry her after twelve or fifteen jars. Today it usually takes a few more vegetables. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    The Chinese also solved the delicate problem of transporting eggs by preserving them in salt. They soaked the eggs, and still do, in brine for more than a month, or they soak them for a shorter time and encase them in salted mud and straw. The resulting egg, of a hard-boiled consistency with a bright orange yolk, will neither break nor spoil if properly handled. A more complicated technique, involving salt, ash, lye, and tea, produces the &quot;1,000-year-old egg.&quot; Typical of the Chinese love of poetic hyperbole, 1,000-year-old eggs take about 100 days to make, and will keep for another 100 days, though the yolk is then a bit green and the smell is strong. <p> <br> <P ALIGN=\\\"CENTER\\\">                                    * * * <p> <br> <p> In 250 B.C., the time of the Punic Wars in the Mediterranean, the governor of Shu, today the province of Sichuan, was a man named Li Bing. The governor was one of the greatest hydraulic engineering geniuses of all time. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    The coincidence of hydraulic engineering skills and political leadership does not seem strange when it is remembered that water management was one of the critical issues in developing China, a land of droughts and floods. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    The Yellow River, named for the yellowish silt it rushes through northern China, was known as &quot;the father of floods.&quot; It and the Yangtze are the two great rivers of Chinese history, both originating in the Tibetan plateau and winding toward the sea on the east coast of China. The Yellow runs through arid northern regions and tends to silt up, raising the riverbed, which causes flooding unless dikes are built up around its banks. The Yangtze is a wider river with many navigable tributaries. It flows through the green and rainy center of China, bisecting the world's third largest country, from the Tibetan mountains to Shanghai on the East China Sea. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    The rule of the wise Emperor Yao is said to have been a golden age of ancient China, and one reason for this was that Emperor Yao had tamed nature by introducing the concept of flood control. Li Bing has taken on some of the mythic dimensions of Yao, a god who conquered floods and tamed nature. But unlike the mythical Emperor Yao, Li Bing's existence is well documented. His most extraordinary accomplishment was the building of the first dam, which still functions in modernized form. At a place called Dujiangyan, he divided the Minjiang River, a tributary of the Yangtze. The diverted water goes into a series of spillways and channels that can be opened to irrigate in times of droughts and closed in times of flooding. He had three stone figures of men placed in the water as gauges. If their feet were visible, this signaled drought conditions and the dam's gates were opened to let in water. If their shoulders were submerged, floodwaters had risen too high and the dam's gates were closed. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Because of the Dujiangyan dam system, the plains of eastern Sichuan became an affluent agricultural center of China. Ancient records called the area &quot;Land of Abundance.&quot; With the dam still operating, the Sichuan plains remain an agricultural center today. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    In 1974, two water gauges, carved in A.D. 168, were found in the riverbed by the site of Li Bing's dam. They seem to have been replacements for the original water gauge statues. One of them is the oldest Chinese stone figure ever found of an identifiable individual. It is a statue of Li Bing. The original gauges he had used depicted gods of flood control. Four centuries after his death, he was considered to be one of these gods. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Li Bing made a very simple but pivotal discovery. By his time, Sichuan had long been a salt-producing area. Salt is known to have been made in Sichuan as early as 3000 B.C. But it was Li Bing who found that the natural brine, from which the salt was made, did not originate in the pools where it was found but seeped up from underground. In 252 B.C., he ordered the drilling of the world's first brine wells. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    These first wells had wide mouths, more like an open pit, though some went deeper than 300 feet. As the Chinese learned how to drill, the shafts got narrower and the wells deeper. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    But sometimes the people who dug the wells would inexplicably become weak, get sick, lie down, and die. Occasionally, a tremendous explosion would kill an entire crew or flames spit out from the bore holes. Gradually, the salt workers and their communities realized that an evil spirit from some underworld was rising up through the holes they were digging. By 68 B.C., two wells, one in Sichuan and one in neighboring Shaanxi, became infamous as sites where the evil spirit emerged. Once a year the governors of the respective provinces would visit these wells and make offerings. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    By A.D. 100, the well workers, understanding that the disturbances were caused by an invisible substance, found the holes where it came out of the ground, lit them, and started placing pots close by. They could cook with it. Soon they learned to insulate bamboo tubes with mud and brine and pipe the invisible force to boiling houses. These boiling houses were open sheds where pots of brine cooked until the water evaporated and left salt crystals. By A.D. 200, the boiling houses had iron pots heated by gas flames. This is the first known use of natural gas in the world. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Salt makers learned to drill and shore up a narrow shaft, which allowed them to go deeper. They extracted the brine by means of a long bamboo tube which fit down the shaft. At the bottom of the tube was a leather valve. The weight of the water would force the valve shut while the long tube was hauled out. Then the tube was suspended over a tank, where a poke from a stick would open the valve and release the brine into the tank. The tank was connected to bamboo piping that led to the boiling house. Other bamboo pipes, planted just below the wellhead to capture escaping gas, also went to the boiling house. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Bamboo piping, which was probably first made in Sichuan, is salt resistant, and the salt kills algae and microbes that would cause rot. The joints were sea]ed either with mud or with a mixture of tung oil and lime. From the piping at Sichuan brine works, Chinese throughout the country learned to build irrigation and plumbing systems. Farms, villages, and even houses were built with bamboo plumbing. By the Middle Ages, the time of the Norman conquest of England, Su Dongpo, a bureaucrat born in Sichuan, was building sophisticated bamboo urban plumbing. Large bamboo water mains were installed in Hangzhou in 1089 and in Canton in 1096. Holes and ventilators were installed for dealing with both blockage and air pockets. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Salt producers spread out bamboo piping over the countryside with seeming chaos like the web of a monster spider. The pipes were laid over the landscape to use gravity wherever possible, rising and falling like a roller coaster, with loops to create long downhill runs. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    In the mid-eleventh century, while King Harold was unsuccessfully defending England from the Normans, the salt producers of Sichuan were developing percussion drilling, the most advanced drilling technique in the world for the next seven or eight centuries. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    A hole about four inches in diameter was dug by dropping a heavy eight-foot rod with a sharp iron bit, guided through a bamboo tube so that it kept pounding the same spot. The worker stood on a wooden lever, his weight counterbalancing the eight-foot rod on the other end. He rode the lever up and down, seesaw-like, causing the bit to drop over and over again. After three to five years, a well several hundred feet deep would strike brine. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    In 1066, Harold was killed at Hastings by an arrow, the weapon the Chinese believe was invented in prehistory by Huangdi. At the time of Harold's death, the Chinese were using gunpowder, which was one of the first major industrial applications for salt. The Chinese had found that mixing potassium nitrate, a salt otherwise known as saltpeter, with sulfur and carbon created a powder that when ignited expanded to gas so quickly it produced an explosion. In the twelfth century, when European Crusaders were failing to wrest Jerusalem from the infidel Arabs, the Arabs were beginning to learn of the secret Chinese powder. <p> <br> <P ALIGN=\\\"CENTER\\\">                                    * * * <p> <br> <p> Li Bing had lived during one of the most important crossroads in Chinese history. Centuries of consolidation among warring states had at last produced a unified China. The unified state was the culmination of centuries of intellectual debate about the nature of government and the rights of rulers. At the center of that debate was salt. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Chinese governments for centuries had seen salt as a source of state revenue. Texts have been found in China mentioning a salt tax in the twentieth century B.C. The ancient character for salt, <i>yan</i>, is a pictograph in three parts. The lower part shows tools, the upper left is an imperial official, and the upper right is brine. So the very character by which the word <i>salt</i> was written depicted the state's control of its manufacture. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    A substance needed by all humans for good health, even survival, would make a good tax generator. Everyone had to buy it, and so everyone would support the state through salt taxes. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    The debate about the salt tax had its roots in Confucius, who lived from 551 to 479 B.C. In Confucius's time the rulers of various Chinese states assembled what would today be called think tanks, in which selected thinkers advised the ruler and debated among themselves. Confucius was one of these intellectual advisers. Considered China's first philosopher of morality, he was disturbed by human foibles and wanted to raise the standard of human behavior. He taught that treating one's fellow human beings well was as important as respecting the Gods, and he emphasized the importance of respecting parents. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Confucius's students and their students built the system of thought known as Confucianism. Mencius, a student of Confucius's grandson, passed teachings down in a book called the <i>Mencius</i>. Confucius's ideas were also recorded in a book called <i>The Analects</i>, which is the basis of much Chinese thought and the source of many Chinese proverbs. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    During the two and a half centuries between Confucius and Li Bing, China was a grouping of numerous small states constantly at war. Rulers fell, and their kingdoms were swallowed up by more powerful ones, which would then struggle with other surviving states. Mencius traveled in China explaining to rulers that they stayed in power by a &quot;mandate from heaven&quot; based on moral principles, and that if they were not wise and moral leaders, the gods would take away their mandate and they would fall from power. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    But another philosophy, known as legalism, also emerged. The legalists insisted that earthly institutions effectively wielding power were what guaranteed a state's survival. One of the leading legalists was a man named Shang, who advised the Qin (pronounced CHIN) state. Shang said that respect for elders and tradition should not interfere with reforming, clearing out inefficient institutions and replacing them with more effective and pragmatic programs. Legalists struggled to eliminate aristocracy, thereby giving the state the ability to reward and promote based on achievement. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    The legalist faction had a new idea about salt. The first written text on a Chinese salt administration is the <i>Guanzi</i>, which contains what is supposed to be the economic advice of a minister who lived from 685 to 643 B.C. to the ruler of the state of Qi. Historians agree that the <i>Guanzi</i> was actually written around 300 B.C., when only seven states still remained and the eastern state of Qi, much under the influence of legalism, was in a survival struggle, which it would eventually lose, with the western state of Qin. <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;    Among the ideas offered by the minister was fixing the price of salt at a higher level than the purchase price so that the state could import the salt and sell it at a profit. &quot;We can thus take revenues from what other states produce.&quot; The adviser goes on to point out that in some non-salt-producing areas people are ill from the lack of it and in their desperation would be willing to pay still higher prices. The conclusion of the <i>Guanzi</i> is that &quot;salt has the singularly important power to maintain the basic economy of our state.&quot; <p> <i>(Continues...)</i>  <!&#151; copyright notice &#151;> <p><blockquote><hr noshade size=\\\"1\\\"><font size=\\\"-2\\\"> Excerpted from <b>Salt</b>  by Mark Kurlansky.  Copyright &copy; 2002 by Mark Kurlansky.  Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be  reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.  </font><hr noshade size=\\\"1\\\"></blockquote></p>\"},{\"id\":\"118541813T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"Kurlansky finds the world in a grain of salt...fascination and surprise regularly erupt from the detail.\\\" <i>—</i><b><i>The New York Times Book Review</i><br/><br/></b>This is terrific food writing; like fleur de sel, something scarce and to be savored.\\\" <i>—</i><b><i>San Francisco Chronicle</i><br/><br/></b>\\\"Kurlansky continues to prove himself remarkably adept at taking a most unlikely candidate and telling its tale with epic grandeur. \\\" <i>—</i><b><i>Los Angeles Times Book Review</i><br/><br/></b>\\\"If you are drawn to history and curious about the origins of foods, allow Mark Kurlansky to take you on an incredible journey through the centuries by way of salt.\\\" <i>—</i><b><i>The Baltimore Sun</i><br/><br/></b>\\\"Kurlansky does a masterful job of expanding the reader's horizons....This book of minutely researched data and history can literally make the mouth water.\\\" <i>—<b>The Boston Globe</b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"131541807T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"Kurlansky finds the world in a grain of salt...fascination and surprise regularly erupt from the detail.\\\" <i>--</i><b><i>The New York Times Book Review</i> <p/></b>This is terrific food writing; like fleur de sel, something scarce and to be savored.\\\" <i>--</i><b><i>San Francisco Chronicle</i> <p/></b>\\\"Kurlansky continues to prove himself remarkably adept at taking a most unlikely candidate and telling its tale with epic grandeur. \\\" <i>--</i><b><i>Los Angeles Times Book Review</i> <p/></b>\\\"If you are drawn to history and curious about the origins of foods, allow Mark Kurlansky to take you on an incredible journey through the centuries by way of salt.\\\" <i>--</i><b><i>The Baltimore Sun</i> <p/></b>\\\"Kurlansky does a masterful job of expanding the reader's horizons....This book of minutely researched data and history can literally make the mouth water.\\\" <i>--<b>The Boston Globe</b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"118541812T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"Choice Magazine Outstanding Academic Title, Winner<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"2051833T\",\"type\":\"Short Editorial\",\"linkText\":\"From Barnes & Noble\",\"typeId\":\"1008\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"bn.com\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"How important is salt in our world?  It was once one of the world's most sought after commodities, often serving as currency (it still does in some places).  The demand for it led to the creation of major world trade routes.  It was a factor in both the Revolutionary War and Civil War.  Revenues from its sale have been used to finance works as diverse as the Erie Canal and the Great Wall of China.  Medically, it's helped to preserve and sustain life.  With this fascinating look at the significance of salt around the world, Mark Kurlansky (<a href=\\\"http://shop.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbninquiry.asp?sLinkPrefix&isbn=0140275010\\\"><i>Cod</i></a>) has concocted another mouthwatering classic.\"},{\"id\":\"2184720T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"Rubin\",\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"In <I>Salt: A World History</i>, Kurlansky continues to prove himself remarkably adept at taking a most unlikely candidate and telling its tale with epic grandeur.  <br>&#151; <i>Los Angeles Times</i>\"},{\"id\":\"2516729T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"Publishers Weekly\",\"displayOrder\":\"6\",\"text\":\"Only Mark Kurlansky, winner of the James Beard Award for Excellence in Food Writing for COD: A Biography of the Fish that Changed the World, could woo readers toward such an off-beat topic of <i>SALT: A World History</i>...Throughout his engaging, well-researched history, Kurlansky sprinkles witty asides and amusing anecdotes. A piquant blend of the historic, political, commercial, scientific and culinary, the book is sure to entertain as well as educate.\"},{\"id\":\"2516747T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"Library Journal\",\"displayOrder\":\"7\",\"text\":\"In his latest work, Kurlansky is in command of every facet of this topic, and he conveys his knowledge in a readable, easy style. Deftly leading readers around the world and across cultures and centuries, he takes an inexpensive, mundane item and shows how it has influenced and affected wars, cultures, governments, religions, societies, economies, cooking (there are a few recipes), and foodsŠAn entertaining, informative read, this is highly recommended.\"},{\"id\":\"124892534T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"8\",\"text\":\"<p>“Kurlansky finds the world in a grain of salt.” —<i>New York Times Book Review</i><br/><br/>“Darned interesting … At its best, this is a \\\"wow!\\\" book: roving, startling, engaging.” —<i>Washington Post</i><br/><br/>“Kurlansky continues to prove himself remarkably adept at taking a most unlikely candidate and telling its tale with epic grandeur . . . an immensely entertaining read.” —<i>Los Angeles Times</i><br/><br/>“This is terrific food writing; like fleur de sel, something scarce and to be savored.” —<i>San Francisco Chronicle</i></p>\"},{\"id\":\"91023917T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>A history of humanity through the lens of one of our most precious resources&#8212;salt. 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As Zinn shows, many of our country's greatest battles—the fights for a fair wage, an eight-hour workday, child-labor laws, health and safety standards, universal suffrage, women's rights, racial equality—were driven by powerful social movements carried out at the grassroots level, against bloody resistance.Covering Christopher Columbus's arrival through President Clinton's first term, A People’s History of the United States features insightful analysis of the most important events in our history. This edition also includes an introduction by Anthony Arnove, who wrote, directed, and produced The People Speak with Zinn and who coauthored, with Zinn, Voices of a People’s History of the United States.But what does American history look like when told not by the victors, but by the people on the streets, in the factories, and on the frontiers? History from Below: Instead of focusing on presidents and generals, Zinn tells America's story from the viewpoint of the street, the home, and the workplace. Challenging Official Narratives: Discover the hidden history of the United States, from Columbus's arrival to the Clinton administration, through a narrative that questions traditional textbook accounts. Marginalized Voices: Experience the country's greatest battles in the words of America's women, factory workers, African Americans, Native Americans, and immigrant laborers. A Critical Look at U.S. History: Zinn provides an insightful analysis of the fights for a fair wage, an eight-hour workday, and racial equality, showing how they were waged against bloody resistance.","<p><b>THE CLASSIC NATIONAL BESTSELLER</b></p><p><b>\"A wonderful, splendid book—a book that should be read by every American, student or otherwise, who wants to understand his country, its true history, and its hope for the future.\" –Howard Fast</b></p><p><b>Historian Howard Zinn’s <i>A People’s History of the United States</i>, a landmark work of social history, chronicles American history from the bottom up, throwing out the official narrative taught in schools—with its emphasis on great men in high places—to focus on the street, the home, and the workplace.</b></p><p>Known for its lively, clear prose as well as its scholarly research, it is the only volume to tell America's story from the point of view of—and in the words of—America's women, factory workers, African-Americans, Native Americans, the working poor, and immigrant laborers. As Zinn shows, many of our country's greatest battles—the fights for a fair wage, an eight-hour workday, child-labor laws, health and safety standards, universal suffrage, women's rights, racial equality—were driven by powerful social movements carried out at the grassroots level, against bloody resistance.</p><p>Covering Christopher Columbus's arrival through President Clinton's first term, <i>A People’s History of the United States</i> features insightful analysis of the most important events in our history. 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It was early October 1492, and thirty-three days since he and his crew had left the Canary Islands, off the Atlantic coast of Africa. Now they saw branches and sticks floating in the water. They saw flocks of birds. These were signs of land. Then, on October 12, a sailor called Rodrigo saw the early morning moon shining on white sands, and cried out. It was an island in the Bahamas, the Caribbean sea. The first man to sight land was supposed to get a yearly pension of 10,000 maravedis for life, but Rodrigo never got it. Columbus claimed he had seen a light the evening before. He got the reward.</P><P>So, approaching land, they were met by the Arawak Indians, who swam out to greet them. The Arawaks lived in village communes, had a developed agriculture of corn, yams, cassava. They could spin and weave, but they had no horses or work animals. 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Kennedy Ryan has a fan for life.”—<i><b>Ali Hazelwood, New York Times bestselling author of Love on the Brain</b></i><br/><br/>“I am a sucker for high-stakes, once-in-a-lifetime soulmate love–and <i>Before I Let Go</i> hits every spot! Yasmen and Josiah’s story is emotional, raw, real, <i>grown-up</i>, and it perfectly crystalizes the idea that real, lasting love is an imperfect journey of patience. Forgiveness. Healing. And, of course, wildly hot, steamy sex! Kennedy Ryan has gifted us with yet another addictively delicious read.”—<i><b>TIA WILLIAMS, New York Times bestselling author</b></i><br/><br/>“A knockout.”—<i><b>Publishers Weekly, starred review</b></i><br/><br/>“A gorgeously poignant story of healing, family, and love. Kennedy Ryan is a true artist.”—<i><b>Helen Hoang, New York Times bestselling author</b></i><br/><br/>“Ryan always manages to ring her heavy stories with an aura of hope and a propulsive narrative that makes them impossible to put down. Grade: A”—<i><b>Entertainment Weekly</b></i><br/><br/>“Ryan is a fantastic storyteller and superb writer.”—<i><b>NPR</b></i><br/><br/>“A story of resilience, redemption and second chances; it’s heavy but hopeful. With meticulously detailed prose, Ryan creates characters who are deeply relatable, so compelling and lushly drawn that they feel like old friends.”—<i><b>BookPage</b></i><br/><br/>“A stunning look at the nuances of grief, healing, marriage, and love.”—<i><b>Women's Health</b></i><br/><br/>“Ryan crafts a heroine who is empowered, inspiring the men in her world to do whatever it takes to keep that connection alive.”—<i><b>Ebony</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"BEFORE I LET GO is the kind of beautiful, heart-felt love story that stays with you. The only thing that rivals Kennedy Ryan's stunning prose is Yasmen's journey itself--raw and moving and relatable. This book is a must read!\\\"—<i><b>Lexi Ryan, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author</b></i><br/><br/>“Kennedy Ryan has written the type of romance you want to slowly savor, yet can’t help but devour. <b>Every page is perfection.\\\"</b>—<i><b>Farrah Rochon, USA Today Bestselling author of The Hookup Plan</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Fans of Colleen Hoover will love this beautiful, unforgettable, oh-so-real second-chance romance whose characters will stay in your heart long after reading. Kennedy Ryan is a brilliant storyteller who can make you cry one moment and snort-laugh the next.”—<i><b>Jill Shalvis, New York Times bestselling author</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"SPECTACULAR! Kennedy is doing something no one else in romance is doing right now. If you love angst with the most satisfying payoff, <i>Before I Let Go</i> is for you.\\\"—<i><b>Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling author</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Ryan is a <b>powerhouse of a writer</b>.\\\"—<i><b>USA Today</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Before I Let Go takes readers on an emotional rollercoaster.\\\"<BR /><BR /> TIME Magazine 50 Best Romance Novels to Read Right now—<i><b>TIME Magazine</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Kennedy Ryan writes modern romance with such emotion and beauty. Her stories are guaranteed to break your heart and then they heal it, each and every time.\\\"—<i><b>Kylie Scott, New York Times bestselling author</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Kennedy Ryan is one of the most talented writers writing today, and <i>Before I Let Go</i> is another showcase of that talent. This book is challenging, bracing, so evocative, and so REAL.\\\"—<i><b>Kate Clayborn, author of Love Lettering</b></i><br/><br/>“Kennedy Ryan crafts characters and stories that stay with you long after you’ve turned the last page. <i>Before I Let Go</i> is <b>a beautifully told story full of hope, sorrow, and healing, a true testament to the power of love</b>, family, community, and soul food. I smiled, pined along with Yasmen and Josiah, and rooted for their reunion. A great read.”—<i><b>Alexandria House, bestselling author of Let Me Love You</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Kennedy writes these gripping, touching, romantic, transporting books every single time.\\\"—<i><b>Denise Williams, Author of How to Fail At Flirting</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Devastating, thought provoking, and so hopeful, this deeply romantic second-chance love story brought out all my emotions. This book is stunningly beautiful.\\\"—<i><b>Farah Heron, author of Kamila Knows Best</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"The queen of hard-hitting romance books.\\\"—<i><b>The Culturess</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"<i>Before I Let Go</i> is pure magic. Kennedy poured herself in this raw, real, second-chance love story that will reach out and touch you to your soul. I read this story with my heart in my throat, enraptured by every word. A stunning, stellar, must read.\\\" —<i><b>A.L. Jackson, NYT & USA Today bestselling author</b></i><br/><br/>“A must read for lovers of <i>It Starts with Us</i> by Colleen Hoover and <i>Seven Days in June</i> by Tia Williams.”—<i><b>ZibbyMag</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"This novel of rediscovered love is highly recommended.\\\" —<i><b>Library Journal, starred review</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Kennedy Ryan captures so many topics in this book from grief, loss, community, and friendship to learning how to forgive yourself, speak your truth, and ask for what you want. It’s a book where you can easily find glimpses of yourself among the pages.”—<i><b>Conde Nast Traveler</b></i><br/><br/>“Kennedy Ryan is frequently compared to bestselling author Colleen Hoover, and for good reason. She writes heart-wrenching romances that are sexy and modern.”—<i><b>Men's Health</b></i><br/><br/>“Ryan masterfully builds complex female characters and she does it again here, crafting a lead who’s as invested in her own personal journey as she is her romantic one.” <BR />  —<i><b>USA Today</b></i><br/><br/>“Kennedy Ryan doesn’t make things easy for her characters, which is probably part of why I love this book and her writing. Kennedy’s writing is always inspiring for me as a writer.” —<i><b>Colleen Hoover (in Vogue)</b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"135069292T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"Kennedy Ryan doesn't make things easy for her characters, which is probably part of why I love this book and her writing. Kennedy's writing is always inspiring for me as a writer.\\\" --<i><b>Colleen Hoover (in Vogue)</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Before I Let Go takes readers on an emotional rollercoaster.\\\" <p/> TIME Magazine 50 Best Romance Novels to Read Right now--<i><b>TIME Magazine</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Ryan masterfully builds complex female characters and she does it again here, crafting a lead who's as invested in her own personal journey as she is her romantic one.\\\" <br/> --<i><b>USA Today</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Kennedy Ryan is frequently compared to bestselling author Colleen Hoover, and for good reason. She writes heart-wrenching romances that are sexy and modern.\\\"--<i><b>Men's Health</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Kennedy Ryan captures so many topics in this book from grief, loss, community, and friendship to learning how to forgive yourself, speak your truth, and ask for what you want. 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This book is a must read!\\\"--<i><b>Lexi Ryan, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Kennedy writes these gripping, touching, romantic, transporting books every single time.\\\"--<i><b>Denise Williams, Author of How to Fail At Flirting</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"The queen of hard-hitting romance books.\\\"--<i><b>The Culturess</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"A knockout.\\\"--<i><b>Publishers Weekly, starred review</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Fans of Colleen Hoover will love this beautiful, unforgettable, oh-so-real second-chance romance whose characters will stay in your heart long after reading. Kennedy Ryan is a brilliant storyteller who can make you cry one moment and snort-laugh the next.\\\"--<i><b>Jill Shalvis, New York Times bestselling author</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Kennedy Ryan is one of the most talented writers writing today, and <i>Before I Let Go</i> is another showcase of that talent. 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It was an awkward, uncomfortable, somewhat painful minute, in which Olive was simultaneously smashing her lips against his and pushing herself as high as her toes would extend to keep her mouth at the same level as his face. Did he<i> have </i>to be so tall? The kiss must have looked like some clumsy headbutt, and she grew anxious that she was not going to be able to pull the whole thing off. Her friend Anh, whom Olive had spotted coming her way a few seconds ago, was going to take one look at this and know at once that Olive and Kiss Dude couldn't possibly be two people in the middle of a date.</p><p> </p><p>Then that agonizingly slow moment went by, and the kiss became . . . different. The man inhaled sharply and inclined his head a tiny bit, making Olive feel less like a squirrel monkey climbing a baobab tree, and his hands-which were large and pleasantly warm in the AC of the hallway-closed around her waist. They slid up a few inches, coming to wrap around Olive's rib cage and holding her to himself. Not too close, and not too far.</p><p> </p><p>Just so.</p><p> </p><p>It was more of a prolonged peck than anything, but it was quite nice, and for the life span of a few seconds Olive forgot a large number of things, including the fact that she was pressed against a random, unknown dude. That she'd barely had the time to whisper \\\"Can I please kiss you?\\\" before locking lips with him. That what had originally driven her to put on this entire show was the hope of fooling Anh, her best friend in the whole world.</p><p> </p><p>But a good kiss will do that: make a girl forget herself for a while. Olive found herself melting into a broad, solid chest that showed absolutely no give. Her hands traveled from a defined jaw into surprisingly thick and soft hair, and then-then she heard herself sigh, as if already out of breath, and that's when it hit her like a brick on the head, the realization that- No. No.</p><p> </p><p>Nope, nope, <i>no.</i></p><p> </p><p>She should not be enjoying this. Random dude, and all that.</p><p> </p><p>Olive gasped and pushed herself away from him, frantically looking for Anh. In the 11:00 p.m. bluish glow of the biology labs' hallway, her friend was nowhere to be seen. Weird. Olive was sure she had spotted her a few seconds earlier.</p><p> </p><p>Kiss Dude, on the other hand, was standing right in front of her, lips parted, chest rising and a weird light flickering in his eyes, which was exactly when it dawned on her, the enormity of what she had just done. Of <i>who</i> she had just-</p><p> </p><p>Fuck her life.</p><p> </p><p>Fuck. Her. Life.</p><p> </p><p>Because Dr. Adam Carlsen was a known ass.</p><p> </p><p>This fact was not remarkable in and of itself, as in academia every position above the graduate student level (Olive's level, sadly) required some degree of assness in order to be held for any length of time, with tenured faculty at the very peak of the ass pyramid. Dr. Carlsen, though-he was exceptional. At least if the rumors were anything to go by.</p><p> </p><p>He was the reason Olive's roommate, Malcolm, had to completely scrap two research projects and would likely end up graduating a year late; the one who had made Jeremy throw up from anxiety before his qualifying exams; the sole culprit for half the students in the department being forced to postpone their thesis defenses. Joe, who used to be in Olive's cohort and would take her to watch out-of-focus European movies with microscopic subtitles every Thursday night, had been a research assistant in Carlsen's lab, but he'd decided to drop out six months into it for \\\"reasons.\\\" It was probably for the best, since most of Carlsen's remaining graduate assistants had perennially shaky hands and often looked like they hadn't slept in a year.</p><p> </p><p>Dr. Carlsen might have been a young academic rock star and biology's wunderkind, but he was also mean and hypercritical, and it was obvious in the way he spoke, in the way he carried himself, that he thought himself the only person doing decent science within the Stanford biology department. Within the entire world, probably. He was a notoriously moody, obnoxious, terrifying dick.</p><p> </p><p>And Olive had just kissed him.</p><p> </p><p>She wasn't sure how long the silence lasted-only that he was the one to break it. He stood in front of Olive, ridiculously intimidating with dark eyes and even darker hair, staring down from who knows how many inches above six feet-he must have been over half a foot taller than she was. He scowled, an expression that she recognized from seeing him attend the departmental seminar, a look that usually preceded him raising his hand to point out some perceived fatal flaw in the speaker's work.</p><p> </p><p><i>Adam Carlsen. Destroyer of research careers</i>, Olive had once overheard her adviser say.</p><p> </p><p><i>It's okay. It's</i> fine. <i>Totally fine.</i> She was just going to pretend nothing had happened, nod at him politely, and tiptoe her way out of here. <i>Yes, solid plan.</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"Did you . . . Did you just kiss me?\\\" He sounded puzzled, and maybe a little out of breath. His lips were full and plump and . . . God. Kissed. There was simply no way Olive could get away with denying what she had just done.</p><p> </p><p>Still, it was worth a try.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Nope.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Surprisingly, it seemed to work.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Ah. Okay, then.\\\" Carlsen nodded and turned around, looking vaguely disoriented. He took a couple of steps down the hallway, reached the water fountain-maybe where he'd been headed in the first place.</p><p> </p><p>Olive was starting to believe that she might actually be off the hook when he halted and turned back with a skeptical expression.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Are you sure?\\\"</p><p> </p><p><i>Dammit.</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"I-\\\" She buried her face in her hands. \\\"It's not the way it looks.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Okay. I . . . Okay,\\\" he repeated slowly. His voice was deep and low and sounded a lot like he was on his way to get ting mad. Like maybe he was already mad. \\\"What's going on here?\\\"</p><p> </p><p>There was simply no way to explain this. Any normal person would have found Olive's situation odd, but Adam Carlsen, who obviously considered empathy a bug and not a feature of humanity, could never understand. She let her hands fall to her sides and took a deep breath.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I . . . listen, I don't mean to be rude, but this is really none of your business.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He stared at her for a moment, and then he nodded. \\\"Yes. Of course.\\\" He must be getting back into his usual groove, because his tone had lost some of its surprise and was back to normal-dry. Laconic. \\\"I'll just go back to my office and begin to work on my Title IX complaint.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Olive exhaled in relief. \\\"Yeah. That would be great, since- Wait. Your what?\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He cocked his head. \\\"Title IX is a federal law that protects against sexual misconduct within academic settings-\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I know what Title IX is.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I see. So you willfully chose to disregard it.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I- What? No. No, I didn't!\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He shrugged. \\\"I must be mistaken, then. Someone else must have assaulted me.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Assault-I didn't 'assault' you.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"You did kiss me.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"But not <i>really</i>.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Without first securing my consent.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I <i>asked</i> if I could kiss you!\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"And then did so without waiting for my response.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"What? You said yes.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Excuse me?\\\"</p><p> </p><p>She frowned. \\\"I asked if I could kiss you, and you said yes.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Incorrect. You asked if you could kiss me and I snorted.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I'm <i>pretty sure </i>I heard you said yes.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He lifted one eyebrow, and for a minute Olive let herself daydream of drowning someone. Dr. Carlsen. Herself. Both sounded like great options.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Listen, I'm really sorry. It was a weird situation. Can we just forget that this happened?\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He studied her for a long moment, his angular face serious and something else, something that she couldn't quite decipher because she was too busy noticing all over again how damn towering and broad he was. Just massive. Olive had always been slight, just this side of too slender, but girls who are five eight rarely felt diminutive. At least until they found themselves standing next to Adam Carlsen. She'd known that he was tall, of course, from seeing him around the department or walking across campus, from sharing the elevator with him, but they'd never interacted. Never been this close.</p><p> </p><p><i>Except for a second ago, Olive. When you almost put your tongue in his-</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"Is something wrong?\\\" He sounded almost concerned.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"What? No. No, there isn't.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Because,\\\" he continued calmly, \\\"kissing a stranger at midnight in a science lab might be a sign that there is.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"There isn't.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Carlsen nodded, thoughtful. \\\"Very well. Expect mail in the next few days, then.\\\" He began to walk past her, and she turned to yell after him.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"You didn't even ask my name!\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I'm sure anyone could figure it out, since you must have swiped your badge to get in the labs area after hours. Have a good night.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Wait!\\\" She leaned forward and stopped him with a hand on his wrist. He paused immediately, even though it was obvious that it would take him no effort to free himself, and stared pointedly at the spot where her fingers had wrapped around his skin-right below a wristwatch that probably cost half her yearly graduate salary. Or all of it.</p><p> </p><p>She let go of him at once and took one step back. \\\"Sorry, I didn't mean to-\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"The kiss. Explain.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Olive bit into her lower lip. She had truly screwed herself over. She had to tell him, now. \\\"Anh Pham.\\\" She looked around to make sure Anh was really gone. \\\"The girl who was passing by. She's a graduate student in the biology department.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Carlsen gave no indication of knowing who Anh was.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Anh has . . .\\\" Olive pushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear. This was where the story became embarrassing. Complicated, and a little juvenile sounding. \\\"I was seeing this guy in the department. Jeremy Langley, he has red hair and works with Dr. . . . Anyway, we went out just a couple of times, and then I brought him to Anh's birthday party, and they just sort of hit it off and-\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Olive shut her eyes. Which was probably a bad idea, because now she could see it painted on her lids, how her best friend and her date had bantered in that bowling alley, as if they'd known each other their whole lives; the never-exhausted topics of conversation, the laughter, and then, at the end of the night, Jeremy following Anh's every move with his gaze. It had been painfully clear who he was interested in. Olive waved a hand and tried for a smile.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Long story short, after Jeremy and I ended things he asked Anh out. She said no because of . . . girl code and all that, but I can tell that she <i>really</i> likes him. She's afraid to hurt my feelings, and no matter how many times I told her it was fine she wouldn't believe me.\\\"</p><p> </p><p><i>Not to mention that the other day I overheard her confess to our friend Malcolm that she thought Jeremy was awesome, but she could never betray me by going out with him, and she sounded so dejected. Disappointed and insecure, not at all like the spunky, larger-than-life Anh I am used to.</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"So I just lied and told her that I was already dating someone else. Because she's one of my closest friends and I'd never seen her like a guy this much and I want her to have the good things she deserves and I'm positive that she would do the same for me and-\\\" Olive realized that she was rambling and that Carlsen couldn't have cared less. She stopped and swallowed, even though her mouth felt dry. \\\"Tonight. I told her I'd be on a date <i>tonight</i>.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Ah.\\\" His expression was unreadable.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"But I'm not. So I decided to come in to work on an experiment, but Anh showed up, too. She wasn't supposed to be here. But she was. Coming this way. And I panicked-well.\\\" Olive wiped a hand down her face. \\\"I didn't really think.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Carlsen didn't say anything, but it was there in his eyes that he was thinking. <i>Obviously.</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"I just needed her to believe that I was on a date.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He nodded. \\\"So you kissed the first person you saw in the hallway. Perfectly logical.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Olive winced. \\\"When you put it like that, perhaps it wasn't my best moment.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Perhaps.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"But it wasn't my worst, either! I'm pretty sure Anh saw us. Now she'll think that I was on a date with you and she'll hopefully feel free to go out with Jeremy and-\\\" She shook her head. \\\"Listen. I'm so, so sorry about the kiss.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Are you?\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Please, don't report me. I really thought I heard you say yes. I promise I didn't mean to . . .\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Suddenly, the enormity of what she had just done fully dawned on her. She had just kissed a random guy, a guy who happened to be the most notoriously unpleasant faculty member in the biology department. She'd misunderstood a snort for consent, she'd basically attacked him in the hallway, and now he was staring at her in that odd, pensive way, so large and focused and close to her, and . . .</p><p> </p><p><i>Shit.</i></p><p> </p><p>Maybe it was the late night. Maybe it was that her last coffee had been sixteen hours ago. Maybe it was Adam Carlsen looking down at her, like <i>that.</i> All of a sudden, this entire situation was just too much.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Actually, you're absolutely right. And I am so sorry. If you felt in any way harassed by me, you really should report me, because it's only fair. It was a horrible thing to do, though I really didn't want to . . . Not that my intentions matter; it's more like your perception of . . .\\\"</p><p> </p><p><i>Crap, crap, crap.</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"I'm going to leave now, okay? Thank you, and . . . I am so, so, so sorry.\\\" Olive spun around on her heels and ran away down the hallway.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Olive,\\\" she heard him call after her. \\\"Olive, wait-\\\"</p><p> </p><p>She didn't stop. She sprinted down the stairs to the first floor and then out the building and across the pathways of the sparsely lit Stanford campus, running past a girl walking her dog and a group of students laughing in front of the library. She continued until she was standing in front of her apartment's door, stopping only to unlock it, making a beeline for her room in the hope of avoiding her roommate and whoever he might have brought home tonight.<br/>It wasn’t until she slumped on her bed, staring at the glow&#8209;in&#8209;the- dark stars glued to her ceiling, that she realized that she had neglected to check on her lab mice. She had also left her laptop on her bench and her sweatshirt somewhere in the lab, and she had completely forgotten to stop at the store and buy the coffee she’d promised Malcolm she’d get for tomorrow morning.<br/><i>Shit. 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They slid up a few inches, coming to wrap around Olive's rib cage and holding her to himself. Not too close, and not too far.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Just so.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>It was more of a prolonged peck than anything, but it was quite nice, and for the life span of a few seconds Olive forgot a large number of things, including the fact that she was pressed against a random, unknown dude. That she'd barely had the time to whisper \\\"Can I please kiss you?\\\" before locking lips with him. That what had originally driven her to put on this entire show was the hope of fooling Anh, her best friend in the whole world.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>But a good kiss will do that&#58; make a girl forget herself for a while. Olive found herself melting into a broad, solid chest that showed absolutely no give. Her hands traveled from a defined jaw into surprisingly thick and soft hair, and then-then she heard herself sigh, as if already out of breath, and that's when it hit her like a brick on the head, the realization that- No. No.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Nope, nope, <i>no.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>She should not be enjoying this. Random dude, and all that.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Olive gasped and pushed herself away from him, frantically looking for Anh. In the 11&#58;00 p.m. bluish glow of the biology labs' hallway, her friend was nowhere to be seen. Weird. Olive was sure she had spotted her a few seconds earlier.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Kiss Dude, on the other hand, was standing right in front of her, lips parted, chest rising and a weird light flickering in his eyes, which was exactly when it dawned on her, the enormity of what she had just done. Of <i>who</i> she had just-</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Fuck her life.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Fuck. Her. Life.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Because Dr. Adam Carlsen was a known ass.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>This fact was not remarkable in and of itself, as in academia every position above the graduate student level (Olive's level, sadly) required some degree of assness in order to be held for any length of time, with tenured faculty at the very peak of the ass pyramid. Dr. Carlsen, though-he was exceptional. At least if the rumors were anything to go by.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He was the reason Olive's roommate, Malcolm, had to completely scrap two research projects and would likely end up graduating a year late; the one who had made Jeremy throw up from anxiety before his qualifying exams; the sole culprit for half the students in the department being forced to postpone their thesis defenses. Joe, who used to be in Olive's cohort and would take her to watch out-of-focus European movies with microscopic subtitles every Thursday night, had been a research assistant in Carlsen's lab, but he'd decided to drop out six months into it for \\\"reasons.\\\" It was probably for the best, since most of Carlsen's remaining graduate assistants had perennially shaky hands and often looked like they hadn't slept in a year.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Dr. Carlsen might have been a young academic rock star and biology's wunderkind, but he was also mean and hypercritical, and it was obvious in the way he spoke, in the way he carried himself, that he thought himself the only person doing decent science within the Stanford biology department. Within the entire world, probably. He was a notoriously moody, obnoxious, terrifying dick.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>And Olive had just kissed him.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>She wasn't sure how long the silence lasted-only that he was the one to break it. He stood in front of Olive, ridiculously intimidating with dark eyes and even darker hair, staring down from who knows how many inches above six feet-he must have been over half a foot taller than she was. He scowled, an expression that she recognized from seeing him attend the departmental seminar, a look that usually preceded him raising his hand to point out some perceived fatal flaw in the speaker's work.</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>Adam Carlsen. Destroyer of research careers</i>, Olive had once overheard her adviser say.</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>It's okay. It's</i> fine. <i>Totally fine.</i> She was just going to pretend nothing had happened, nod at him politely, and tiptoe her way out of here. <i>Yes, solid plan.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Did you . . . Did you just kiss me?\\\" He sounded puzzled, and maybe a little out of breath. His lips were full and plump and . . . God. Kissed. There was simply no way Olive could get away with denying what she had just done.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Still, it was worth a try.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Nope.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Surprisingly, it seemed to work.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Ah. Okay, then.\\\" Carlsen nodded and turned around, looking vaguely disoriented. He took a couple of steps down the hallway, reached the water fountain-maybe where he'd been headed in the first place.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Olive was starting to believe that she might actually be off the hook when he halted and turned back with a skeptical expression.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Are you sure?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>Dammit.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I-\\\" She buried her face in her hands. \\\"It's not the way it looks.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Okay. I . . . Okay,\\\" he repeated slowly. His voice was deep and low and sounded a lot like he was on his way to get ting mad. Like maybe he was already mad. \\\"What's going on here?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>There was simply no way to explain this. Any normal person would have found Olive's situation odd, but Adam Carlsen, who obviously considered empathy a bug and not a feature of humanity, could never understand. She let her hands fall to her sides and took a deep breath.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I . . . listen, I don't mean to be rude, but this is really none of your business.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He stared at her for a moment, and then he nodded. \\\"Yes. Of course.\\\" He must be getting back into his usual groove, because his tone had lost some of its surprise and was back to normal-dry. Laconic. \\\"I'll just go back to my office and begin to work on my Title IX complaint.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Olive exhaled in relief. \\\"Yeah. That would be great, since- Wait. Your what?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He cocked his head. \\\"Title IX is a federal law that protects against sexual misconduct within academic settings-\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I know what Title IX is.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I see. So you willfully chose to disregard it.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I- What? No. No, I didn't!\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He shrugged. \\\"I must be mistaken, then. Someone else must have assaulted me.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Assault-I didn't 'assault' you.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"You did kiss me.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"But not <i>really</i>.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Without first securing my consent.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I <i>asked</i> if I could kiss you!\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"And then did so without waiting for my response.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"What? You said yes.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Excuse me?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>She frowned. \\\"I asked if I could kiss you, and you said yes.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Incorrect. You asked if you could kiss me and I snorted.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I'm <i>pretty sure </i>I heard you said yes.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He lifted one eyebrow, and for a minute Olive let herself daydream of drowning someone. Dr. Carlsen. Herself. Both sounded like great options.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Listen, I'm really sorry. It was a weird situation. Can we just forget that this happened?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He studied her for a long moment, his angular face serious and something else, something that she couldn't quite decipher because she was too busy noticing all over again how damn towering and broad he was. Just massive. Olive had always been slight, just this side of too slender, but girls who are five eight rarely felt diminutive. At least until they found themselves standing next to Adam Carlsen. She'd known that he was tall, of course, from seeing him around the department or walking across campus, from sharing the elevator with him, but they'd never interacted. Never been this close.</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>Except for a second ago, Olive. When you almost put your tongue in his-</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Is something wrong?\\\" He sounded almost concerned.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"What? No. No, there isn't.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Because,\\\" he continued calmly, \\\"kissing a stranger at midnight in a science lab might be a sign that there is.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"There isn't.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Carlsen nodded, thoughtful. \\\"Very well. Expect mail in the next few days, then.\\\" He began to walk past her, and she turned to yell after him.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"You didn't even ask my name!\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I'm sure anyone could figure it out, since you must have swiped your badge to get in the labs area after hours. Have a good night.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Wait!\\\" She leaned forward and stopped him with a hand on his wrist. He paused immediately, even though it was obvious that it would take him no effort to free himself, and stared pointedly at the spot where her fingers had wrapped around his skin-right below a wristwatch that probably cost half her yearly graduate salary. Or all of it.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>She let go of him at once and took one step back. \\\"Sorry, I didn't mean to-\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"The kiss. Explain.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Olive bit into her lower lip. She had truly screwed herself over. She had to tell him, now. \\\"Anh Pham.\\\" She looked around to make sure Anh was really gone. \\\"The girl who was passing by. She's a graduate student in the biology department.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Carlsen gave no indication of knowing who Anh was.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Anh has . . .\\\" Olive pushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear. This was where the story became embarrassing. Complicated, and a little juvenile sounding. \\\"I was seeing this guy in the department. Jeremy Langley, he has red hair and works with Dr. . . . Anyway, we went out just a couple of times, and then I brought him to Anh's birthday party, and they just sort of hit it off and-\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Olive shut her eyes. Which was probably a bad idea, because now she could see it painted on her lids, how her best friend and her date had bantered in that bowling alley, as if they'd known each other their whole lives; the never-exhausted topics of conversation, the laughter, and then, at the end of the night, Jeremy following Anh's every move with his gaze. It had been painfully clear who he was interested in. Olive waved a hand and tried for a smile.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Long story short, after Jeremy and I ended things he asked Anh out. She said no because of . . . girl code and all that, but I can tell that she <i>really</i> likes him. She's afraid to hurt my feelings, and no matter how many times I told her it was fine she wouldn't believe me.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>Not to mention that the other day I overheard her confess to our friend Malcolm that she thought Jeremy was awesome, but she could never betray me by going out with him, and she sounded so dejected. Disappointed and insecure, not at all like the spunky, larger-than-life Anh I am used to.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"So I just lied and told her that I was already dating someone else. Because she's one of my closest friends and I'd never seen her like a guy this much and I want her to have the good things she deserves and I'm positive that she would do the same for me and-\\\" Olive realized that she was rambling and that Carlsen couldn't have cared less. She stopped and swallowed, even though her mouth felt dry. \\\"Tonight. I told her I'd be on a date <i>tonight</i>.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Ah.\\\" His expression was unreadable.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"But I'm not. So I decided to come in to work on an experiment, but Anh showed up, too. She wasn't supposed to be here. But she was. Coming this way. And I panicked-well.\\\" Olive wiped a hand down her face. \\\"I didn't really think.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Carlsen didn't say anything, but it was there in his eyes that he was thinking. <i>Obviously.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I just needed her to believe that I was on a date.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He nodded. \\\"So you kissed the first person you saw in the hallway. Perfectly logical.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Olive winced. \\\"When you put it like that, perhaps it wasn't my best moment.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Perhaps.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"But it wasn't my worst, either! I'm pretty sure Anh saw us. Now she'll think that I was on a date with you and she'll hopefully feel free to go out with Jeremy and-\\\" She shook her head. \\\"Listen. I'm so, so sorry about the kiss.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Are you?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Please, don't report me. I really thought I heard you say yes. I promise I didn't mean to . . .\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Suddenly, the enormity of what she had just done fully dawned on her. She had just kissed a random guy, a guy who happened to be the most notoriously unpleasant faculty member in the biology department. She'd misunderstood a snort for consent, she'd basically attacked him in the hallway, and now he was staring at her in that odd, pensive way, so large and focused and close to her, and . . .</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>Shit.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>Maybe it was the late night. Maybe it was that her last coffee had been sixteen hours ago. 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Did he<i> have </i>to be so tall? The kiss must have looked like some clumsy headbutt, and she grew anxious that she was not going to be able to pull the whole thing off. Her friend Anh, whom Olive had spotted coming her way a few seconds ago, was going to take one look at this and know at once that Olive and Kiss Dude couldn't possibly be two people in the middle of a date.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Then that agonizingly slow moment went by, and the kiss became . . . different. The man inhaled sharply and inclined his head a tiny bit, making Olive feel less like a squirrel monkey climbing a baobab tree, and his hands-which were large and pleasantly warm in the AC of the hallway-closed around her waist. They slid up a few inches, coming to wrap around Olive's rib cage and holding her to himself. Not too close, and not too far.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Just so.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>It was more of a prolonged peck than anything, but it was quite nice, and for the life span of a few seconds Olive forgot a large number of things, including the fact that she was pressed against a random, unknown dude. That she'd barely had the time to whisper \\\"Can I please kiss you?\\\" before locking lips with him. That what had originally driven her to put on this entire show was the hope of fooling Anh, her best friend in the whole world.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>But a good kiss will do that&#58; make a girl forget herself for a while. Olive found herself melting into a broad, solid chest that showed absolutely no give. 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Life.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Because Dr. Adam Carlsen was a known ass.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>This fact was not remarkable in and of itself, as in academia every position above the graduate student level (Olive's level, sadly) required some degree of assness in order to be held for any length of time, with tenured faculty at the very peak of the ass pyramid. Dr. Carlsen, though-he was exceptional. At least if the rumors were anything to go by.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He was the reason Olive's roommate, Malcolm, had to completely scrap two research projects and would likely end up graduating a year late; the one who had made Jeremy throw up from anxiety before his qualifying exams; the sole culprit for half the students in the department being forced to postpone their thesis defenses. Joe, who used to be in Olive's cohort and would take her to watch out-of-focus European movies with microscopic subtitles every Thursday night, had been a research assistant in Carlsen's lab, but he'd decided to drop out six months into it for \\\"reasons.\\\" It was probably for the best, since most of Carlsen's remaining graduate assistants had perennially shaky hands and often looked like they hadn't slept in a year.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Dr. Carlsen might have been a young academic rock star and biology's wunderkind, but he was also mean and hypercritical, and it was obvious in the way he spoke, in the way he carried himself, that he thought himself the only person doing decent science within the Stanford biology department. Within the entire world, probably. He was a notoriously moody, obnoxious, terrifying dick.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>And Olive had just kissed him.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>She wasn't sure how long the silence lasted-only that he was the one to break it. He stood in front of Olive, ridiculously intimidating with dark eyes and even darker hair, staring down from who knows how many inches above six feet-he must have been over half a foot taller than she was. He scowled, an expression that she recognized from seeing him attend the departmental seminar, a look that usually preceded him raising his hand to point out some perceived fatal flaw in the speaker's work.</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>Adam Carlsen. Destroyer of research careers</i>, Olive had once overheard her adviser say.</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>It's okay. It's</i> fine. <i>Totally fine.</i> She was just going to pretend nothing had happened, nod at him politely, and tiptoe her way out of here. <i>Yes, solid plan.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Did you . . . Did you just kiss me?\\\" He sounded puzzled, and maybe a little out of breath. His lips were full and plump and . . . God. Kissed. There was simply no way Olive could get away with denying what she had just done.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Still, it was worth a try.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Nope.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Surprisingly, it seemed to work.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Ah. Okay, then.\\\" Carlsen nodded and turned around, looking vaguely disoriented. He took a couple of steps down the hallway, reached the water fountain-maybe where he'd been headed in the first place.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Olive was starting to believe that she might actually be off the hook when he halted and turned back with a skeptical expression.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Are you sure?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>Dammit.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I-\\\" She buried her face in her hands. \\\"It's not the way it looks.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Okay. I . . . Okay,\\\" he repeated slowly. His voice was deep and low and sounded a lot like he was on his way to get ting mad. Like maybe he was already mad. \\\"What's going on here?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>There was simply no way to explain this. Any normal person would have found Olive's situation odd, but Adam Carlsen, who obviously considered empathy a bug and not a feature of humanity, could never understand. She let her hands fall to her sides and took a deep breath.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I . . . listen, I don't mean to be rude, but this is really none of your business.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He stared at her for a moment, and then he nodded. \\\"Yes. Of course.\\\" He must be getting back into his usual groove, because his tone had lost some of its surprise and was back to normal-dry. Laconic. \\\"I'll just go back to my office and begin to work on my Title IX complaint.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Olive exhaled in relief. \\\"Yeah. That would be great, since- Wait. Your what?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He cocked his head. \\\"Title IX is a federal law that protects against sexual misconduct within academic settings-\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I know what Title IX is.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I see. So you willfully chose to disregard it.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I- What? No. No, I didn't!\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He shrugged. \\\"I must be mistaken, then. Someone else must have assaulted me.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Assault-I didn't 'assault' you.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"You did kiss me.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"But not <i>really</i>.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Without first securing my consent.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I <i>asked</i> if I could kiss you!\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"And then did so without waiting for my response.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"What? You said yes.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Excuse me?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>She frowned. \\\"I asked if I could kiss you, and you said yes.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Incorrect. You asked if you could kiss me and I snorted.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I'm <i>pretty sure </i>I heard you said yes.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He lifted one eyebrow, and for a minute Olive let herself daydream of drowning someone. Dr. Carlsen. Herself. Both sounded like great options.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Listen, I'm really sorry. It was a weird situation. Can we just forget that this happened?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He studied her for a long moment, his angular face serious and something else, something that she couldn't quite decipher because she was too busy noticing all over again how damn towering and broad he was. Just massive. Olive had always been slight, just this side of too slender, but girls who are five eight rarely felt diminutive. At least until they found themselves standing next to Adam Carlsen. She'd known that he was tall, of course, from seeing him around the department or walking across campus, from sharing the elevator with him, but they'd never interacted. Never been this close.</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>Except for a second ago, Olive. When you almost put your tongue in his-</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Is something wrong?\\\" He sounded almost concerned.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"What? No. No, there isn't.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Because,\\\" he continued calmly, \\\"kissing a stranger at midnight in a science lab might be a sign that there is.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"There isn't.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Carlsen nodded, thoughtful. \\\"Very well. Expect mail in the next few days, then.\\\" He began to walk past her, and she turned to yell after him.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"You didn't even ask my name!\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I'm sure anyone could figure it out, since you must have swiped your badge to get in the labs area after hours. Have a good night.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Wait!\\\" She leaned forward and stopped him with a hand on his wrist. He paused immediately, even though it was obvious that it would take him no effort to free himself, and stared pointedly at the spot where her fingers had wrapped around his skin-right below a wristwatch that probably cost half her yearly graduate salary. Or all of it.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>She let go of him at once and took one step back. \\\"Sorry, I didn't mean to-\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"The kiss. Explain.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Olive bit into her lower lip. She had truly screwed herself over. She had to tell him, now. \\\"Anh Pham.\\\" She looked around to make sure Anh was really gone. \\\"The girl who was passing by. She's a graduate student in the biology department.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Carlsen gave no indication of knowing who Anh was.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Anh has . . .\\\" Olive pushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear. This was where the story became embarrassing. Complicated, and a little juvenile sounding. \\\"I was seeing this guy in the department. Jeremy Langley, he has red hair and works with Dr. . . . Anyway, we went out just a couple of times, and then I brought him to Anh's birthday party, and they just sort of hit it off and-\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Olive shut her eyes. Which was probably a bad idea, because now she could see it painted on her lids, how her best friend and her date had bantered in that bowling alley, as if they'd known each other their whole lives; the never-exhausted topics of conversation, the laughter, and then, at the end of the night, Jeremy following Anh's every move with his gaze. It had been painfully clear who he was interested in. Olive waved a hand and tried for a smile.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Long story short, after Jeremy and I ended things he asked Anh out. She said no because of . . . girl code and all that, but I can tell that she <i>really</i> likes him. She's afraid to hurt my feelings, and no matter how many times I told her it was fine she wouldn't believe me.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>Not to mention that the other day I overheard her confess to our friend Malcolm that she thought Jeremy was awesome, but she could never betray me by going out with him, and she sounded so dejected. Disappointed and insecure, not at all like the spunky, larger-than-life Anh I am used to.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"So I just lied and told her that I was already dating someone else. Because she's one of my closest friends and I'd never seen her like a guy this much and I want her to have the good things she deserves and I'm positive that she would do the same for me and-\\\" Olive realized that she was rambling and that Carlsen couldn't have cared less. She stopped and swallowed, even though her mouth felt dry. \\\"Tonight. I told her I'd be on a date <i>tonight</i>.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Ah.\\\" His expression was unreadable.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"But I'm not. So I decided to come in to work on an experiment, but Anh showed up, too. She wasn't supposed to be here. But she was. Coming this way. And I panicked-well.\\\" Olive wiped a hand down her face. \\\"I didn't really think.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Carlsen didn't say anything, but it was there in his eyes that he was thinking. <i>Obviously.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I just needed her to believe that I was on a date.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He nodded. \\\"So you kissed the first person you saw in the hallway. Perfectly logical.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Olive winced. \\\"When you put it like that, perhaps it wasn't my best moment.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Perhaps.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"But it wasn't my worst, either! I'm pretty sure Anh saw us. Now she'll think that I was on a date with you and she'll hopefully feel free to go out with Jeremy and-\\\" She shook her head. \\\"Listen. I'm so, so sorry about the kiss.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Are you?\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Please, don't report me. I really thought I heard you say yes. I promise I didn't mean to . . .\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Suddenly, the enormity of what she had just done fully dawned on her. She had just kissed a random guy, a guy who happened to be the most notoriously unpleasant faculty member in the biology department. She'd misunderstood a snort for consent, she'd basically attacked him in the hallway, and now he was staring at her in that odd, pensive way, so large and focused and close to her, and . . .</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>Shit.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>Maybe it was the late night. Maybe it was that her last coffee had been sixteen hours ago. Maybe it was Adam Carlsen looking down at her, like <i>that.</i> All of a sudden, this entire situation was just too much.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Actually, you're absolutely right. And I am so sorry. If you felt in any way harassed by me, you really should report me, because it's only fair. It was a horrible thing to do, though I really didn't want to . . . Not that my intentions matter; it's more like your perception of . . .\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p><i>Crap, crap, crap.</i></p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I'm going to leave now, okay? Thank you, and . . . I am so, so, so sorry.\\\" Olive spun around on her heels and ran away down the hallway.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Olive,\\\" she heard him call after her. \\\"Olive, wait-\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>She didn't stop. She sprinted down the stairs to the first floor and then out the building and across the pathways of the sparsely lit Stanford campus, running past a girl walking her dog and a group of students laughing in front of the library. She continued until she was standing in front of her apartment's door, stopping only to unlock it, making a beeline for her room in the hope of avoiding her roommate and whoever he might have brought home tonight.<br>It wasn&rsquo;t until she slumped on her bed, staring at the glow&#8209;in&#8209;the- dark stars glued to her ceiling, that she realized that she had neglected to check on her lab mice. She had also left her laptop on her bench and her sweatshirt somewhere in the lab, and she had completely forgotten to stop at the store and buy the coffee she&rsquo;d promised Malcolm she&rsquo;d get for tomorrow morning.<br><i>Shit. What a disaster of a day.</i><br>It never occurred to Olive that Dr. Adam Carlsen&mdash; known ass&mdash; had called her by her name.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"125452688T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<p><b>Chapter One</b></p><p> </p><p><i>Hypothesis: When given a choice between A</i> <i>(a slightly inconveniencing situation) and B (a colossal shitshow with devastating consequences), I will inevitably end up selecting B.</i></p><p><br/>In Olive's defense, the man didn't seem to mind the kiss too much.</p><p> </p><p>It did take him a moment to adjust-perfectly understandable, given the sudden circumstances. It was an awkward, uncomfortable, somewhat painful minute, in which Olive was simultaneously smashing her lips against his and pushing herself as high as her toes would extend to keep her mouth at the same level as his face. Did he<i> have </i>to be so tall? The kiss must have looked like some clumsy headbutt, and she grew anxious that she was not going to be able to pull the whole thing off. Her friend Anh, whom Olive had spotted coming her way a few seconds ago, was going to take one look at this and know at once that Olive and Kiss Dude couldn't possibly be two people in the middle of a date.</p><p> </p><p>Then that agonizingly slow moment went by, and the kiss became . . . different. The man inhaled sharply and inclined his head a tiny bit, making Olive feel less like a squirrel monkey climbing a baobab tree, and his hands-which were large and pleasantly warm in the AC of the hallway-closed around her waist. They slid up a few inches, coming to wrap around Olive's rib cage and holding her to himself. Not too close, and not too far.</p><p> </p><p>Just so.</p><p> </p><p>It was more of a prolonged peck than anything, but it was quite nice, and for the life span of a few seconds Olive forgot a large number of things, including the fact that she was pressed against a random, unknown dude. That she'd barely had the time to whisper \\\"Can I please kiss you?\\\" before locking lips with him. That what had originally driven her to put on this entire show was the hope of fooling Anh, her best friend in the whole world.</p><p> </p><p>But a good kiss will do that: make a girl forget herself for a while. Olive found herself melting into a broad, solid chest that showed absolutely no give. Her hands traveled from a defined jaw into surprisingly thick and soft hair, and then-then she heard herself sigh, as if already out of breath, and that's when it hit her like a brick on the head, the realization that- No. No.</p><p> </p><p>Nope, nope, <i>no.</i></p><p> </p><p>She should not be enjoying this. Random dude, and all that.</p><p> </p><p>Olive gasped and pushed herself away from him, frantically looking for Anh. In the 11:00 p.m. bluish glow of the biology labs' hallway, her friend was nowhere to be seen. Weird. Olive was sure she had spotted her a few seconds earlier.</p><p> </p><p>Kiss Dude, on the other hand, was standing right in front of her, lips parted, chest rising and a weird light flickering in his eyes, which was exactly when it dawned on her, the enormity of what she had just done. Of <i>who</i> she had just-</p><p> </p><p>Fuck her life.</p><p> </p><p>Fuck. Her. Life.</p><p> </p><p>Because Dr. Adam Carlsen was a known ass.</p><p> </p><p>This fact was not remarkable in and of itself, as in academia every position above the graduate student level (Olive's level, sadly) required some degree of assness in order to be held for any length of time, with tenured faculty at the very peak of the ass pyramid. Dr. Carlsen, though-he was exceptional. At least if the rumors were anything to go by.</p><p> </p><p>He was the reason Olive's roommate, Malcolm, had to completely scrap two research projects and would likely end up graduating a year late; the one who had made Jeremy throw up from anxiety before his qualifying exams; the sole culprit for half the students in the department being forced to postpone their thesis defenses. Joe, who used to be in Olive's cohort and would take her to watch out-of-focus European movies with microscopic subtitles every Thursday night, had been a research assistant in Carlsen's lab, but he'd decided to drop out six months into it for \\\"reasons.\\\" It was probably for the best, since most of Carlsen's remaining graduate assistants had perennially shaky hands and often looked like they hadn't slept in a year.</p><p> </p><p>Dr. Carlsen might have been a young academic rock star and biology's wunderkind, but he was also mean and hypercritical, and it was obvious in the way he spoke, in the way he carried himself, that he thought himself the only person doing decent science within the Stanford biology department. Within the entire world, probably. He was a notoriously moody, obnoxious, terrifying dick.</p><p> </p><p>And Olive had just kissed him.</p><p> </p><p>She wasn't sure how long the silence lasted-only that he was the one to break it. He stood in front of Olive, ridiculously intimidating with dark eyes and even darker hair, staring down from who knows how many inches above six feet-he must have been over half a foot taller than she was. He scowled, an expression that she recognized from seeing him attend the departmental seminar, a look that usually preceded him raising his hand to point out some perceived fatal flaw in the speaker's work.</p><p> </p><p><i>Adam Carlsen. Destroyer of research careers</i>, Olive had once overheard her adviser say.</p><p> </p><p><i>It's okay. It's</i> fine. <i>Totally fine.</i> She was just going to pretend nothing had happened, nod at him politely, and tiptoe her way out of here. <i>Yes, solid plan.</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"Did you . . . Did you just kiss me?\\\" He sounded puzzled, and maybe a little out of breath. His lips were full and plump and . . . God. Kissed. There was simply no way Olive could get away with denying what she had just done.</p><p> </p><p>Still, it was worth a try.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Nope.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Surprisingly, it seemed to work.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Ah. Okay, then.\\\" Carlsen nodded and turned around, looking vaguely disoriented. He took a couple of steps down the hallway, reached the water fountain-maybe where he'd been headed in the first place.</p><p> </p><p>Olive was starting to believe that she might actually be off the hook when he halted and turned back with a skeptical expression.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Are you sure?\\\"</p><p> </p><p><i>Dammit.</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"I-\\\" She buried her face in her hands. \\\"It's not the way it looks.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Okay. I . . . Okay,\\\" he repeated slowly. His voice was deep and low and sounded a lot like he was on his way to get ting mad. Like maybe he was already mad. \\\"What's going on here?\\\"</p><p> </p><p>There was simply no way to explain this. Any normal person would have found Olive's situation odd, but Adam Carlsen, who obviously considered empathy a bug and not a feature of humanity, could never understand. She let her hands fall to her sides and took a deep breath.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I . . . listen, I don't mean to be rude, but this is really none of your business.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He stared at her for a moment, and then he nodded. \\\"Yes. Of course.\\\" He must be getting back into his usual groove, because his tone had lost some of its surprise and was back to normal-dry. Laconic. \\\"I'll just go back to my office and begin to work on my Title IX complaint.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Olive exhaled in relief. \\\"Yeah. That would be great, since- Wait. Your what?\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He cocked his head. \\\"Title IX is a federal law that protects against sexual misconduct within academic settings-\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I know what Title IX is.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I see. So you willfully chose to disregard it.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I- What? No. No, I didn't!\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He shrugged. \\\"I must be mistaken, then. Someone else must have assaulted me.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Assault-I didn't 'assault' you.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"You did kiss me.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"But not <i>really</i>.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Without first securing my consent.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I <i>asked</i> if I could kiss you!\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"And then did so without waiting for my response.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"What? You said yes.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Excuse me?\\\"</p><p> </p><p>She frowned. \\\"I asked if I could kiss you, and you said yes.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Incorrect. You asked if you could kiss me and I snorted.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I'm <i>pretty sure </i>I heard you said yes.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He lifted one eyebrow, and for a minute Olive let herself daydream of drowning someone. Dr. Carlsen. Herself. Both sounded like great options.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Listen, I'm really sorry. It was a weird situation. Can we just forget that this happened?\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He studied her for a long moment, his angular face serious and something else, something that she couldn't quite decipher because she was too busy noticing all over again how damn towering and broad he was. Just massive. Olive had always been slight, just this side of too slender, but girls who are five eight rarely felt diminutive. At least until they found themselves standing next to Adam Carlsen. She'd known that he was tall, of course, from seeing him around the department or walking across campus, from sharing the elevator with him, but they'd never interacted. Never been this close.</p><p> </p><p><i>Except for a second ago, Olive. When you almost put your tongue in his-</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"Is something wrong?\\\" He sounded almost concerned.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"What? No. No, there isn't.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Because,\\\" he continued calmly, \\\"kissing a stranger at midnight in a science lab might be a sign that there is.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"There isn't.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Carlsen nodded, thoughtful. \\\"Very well. Expect mail in the next few days, then.\\\" He began to walk past her, and she turned to yell after him.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"You didn't even ask my name!\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I'm sure anyone could figure it out, since you must have swiped your badge to get in the labs area after hours. Have a good night.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Wait!\\\" She leaned forward and stopped him with a hand on his wrist. He paused immediately, even though it was obvious that it would take him no effort to free himself, and stared pointedly at the spot where her fingers had wrapped around his skin-right below a wristwatch that probably cost half her yearly graduate salary. Or all of it.</p><p> </p><p>She let go of him at once and took one step back. \\\"Sorry, I didn't mean to-\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"The kiss. Explain.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Olive bit into her lower lip. She had truly screwed herself over. She had to tell him, now. \\\"Anh Pham.\\\" She looked around to make sure Anh was really gone. \\\"The girl who was passing by. She's a graduate student in the biology department.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Carlsen gave no indication of knowing who Anh was.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Anh has . . .\\\" Olive pushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear. This was where the story became embarrassing. Complicated, and a little juvenile sounding. \\\"I was seeing this guy in the department. Jeremy Langley, he has red hair and works with Dr. . . . Anyway, we went out just a couple of times, and then I brought him to Anh's birthday party, and they just sort of hit it off and-\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Olive shut her eyes. Which was probably a bad idea, because now she could see it painted on her lids, how her best friend and her date had bantered in that bowling alley, as if they'd known each other their whole lives; the never-exhausted topics of conversation, the laughter, and then, at the end of the night, Jeremy following Anh's every move with his gaze. It had been painfully clear who he was interested in. Olive waved a hand and tried for a smile.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Long story short, after Jeremy and I ended things he asked Anh out. She said no because of . . . girl code and all that, but I can tell that she <i>really</i> likes him. She's afraid to hurt my feelings, and no matter how many times I told her it was fine she wouldn't believe me.\\\"</p><p> </p><p><i>Not to mention that the other day I overheard her confess to our friend Malcolm that she thought Jeremy was awesome, but she could never betray me by going out with him, and she sounded so dejected. Disappointed and insecure, not at all like the spunky, larger-than-life Anh I am used to.</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"So I just lied and told her that I was already dating someone else. Because she's one of my closest friends and I'd never seen her like a guy this much and I want her to have the good things she deserves and I'm positive that she would do the same for me and-\\\" Olive realized that she was rambling and that Carlsen couldn't have cared less. She stopped and swallowed, even though her mouth felt dry. \\\"Tonight. I told her I'd be on a date <i>tonight</i>.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Ah.\\\" His expression was unreadable.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"But I'm not. So I decided to come in to work on an experiment, but Anh showed up, too. She wasn't supposed to be here. But she was. Coming this way. And I panicked-well.\\\" Olive wiped a hand down her face. \\\"I didn't really think.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Carlsen didn't say anything, but it was there in his eyes that he was thinking. <i>Obviously.</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"I just needed her to believe that I was on a date.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He nodded. \\\"So you kissed the first person you saw in the hallway. Perfectly logical.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Olive winced. \\\"When you put it like that, perhaps it wasn't my best moment.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Perhaps.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"But it wasn't my worst, either! I'm pretty sure Anh saw us. Now she'll think that I was on a date with you and she'll hopefully feel free to go out with Jeremy and-\\\" She shook her head. \\\"Listen. I'm so, so sorry about the kiss.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Are you?\\\"</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Please, don't report me. I really thought I heard you say yes. I promise I didn't mean to . . .\\\"</p><p> </p><p>Suddenly, the enormity of what she had just done fully dawned on her. She had just kissed a random guy, a guy who happened to be the most notoriously unpleasant faculty member in the biology department. She'd misunderstood a snort for consent, she'd basically attacked him in the hallway, and now he was staring at her in that odd, pensive way, so large and focused and close to her, and . . .</p><p> </p><p><i>Shit.</i></p><p> </p><p>Maybe it was the late night. Maybe it was that her last coffee had been sixteen hours ago. Maybe it was Adam Carlsen looking down at her, like <i>that.</i> All of a sudden, this entire situation was just too much.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Actually, you're absolutely right. And I am so sorry. If you felt in any way harassed by me, you really should report me, because it's only fair. It was a horrible thing to do, though I really didn't want to . . . Not that my intentions matter; it's more like your perception of . . .\\\"</p><p> </p><p><i>Crap, crap, crap.</i></p><p> </p><p>\\\"I'm going to leave now, okay? Thank you, and . . . I am so, so, so sorry.\\\" Olive spun around on her heels and ran away down the hallway.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Olive,\\\" she heard him call after her. \\\"Olive, wait-\\\"</p><p> </p><p>She didn't stop. She sprinted down the stairs to the first floor and then out the building and across the pathways of the sparsely lit Stanford campus, running past a girl walking her dog and a group of students laughing in front of the library. She continued until she was standing in front of her apartment's door, stopping only to unlock it, making a beeline for her room in the hope of avoiding her roommate and whoever he might have brought home tonight.<br/>It wasn’t until she slumped on her bed, staring at the glow&#8209;in&#8209;the- dark stars glued to her ceiling, that she realized that she had neglected to check on her lab mice. She had also left her laptop on her bench and her sweatshirt somewhere in the lab, and she had completely forgotten to stop at the store and buy the coffee she’d promised Malcolm she’d get for tomorrow morning.<br/><i>Shit. 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And when they came for him, I did as he asked. I did not cry. Not when the Society televised the arrest. Not when the Golds tried him. Not when the Grays hanged him. Mother hit me for that. My brother Kieran was supposed to be the stoic one. He was the elder, I the younger. I was supposed to cry. Instead, Kieran bawled like a girl when Little Eo tucked a haemanthus into Father’s left workboot and ran back to her own father’s side. My sister Leanna murmured a lament beside me. I just watched and thought it a shame that he died dancing but without his dancing shoes.<br/><br/>On Mars there is not much gravity. So you have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.<br/><br/>I smell my own stink inside my frysuit. The suit is some kind of nanoplastic and is hot as its name suggests. It insulates me toe to head. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out. Especially not the heat. Worst part is you can’t wipe the sweat from your eyes. 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They’ll eat into your suit too, bite through the shell and then try to burrow into the warmest place they find, usually your belly, so they can lay their eggs. I’ve been bitten before. Still dream of the beast—black, like a thick tendril of oil. They can get as wide as a thigh and long as three men, but it’s the babies we fear. They don’t know how to ration their poison. Like me, their ancestors came from Earth, then Mars and the deep tunnels changed them.<br/><br/>It is eerie in the deep tunnels. Lonely. Beyond the roar of the drill, I hear the voices of my friends, all older. But I cannot see them a half klick above me in the darkness. They drill high above, near the mouth of the tunnel that I’ve carved, descending with hooks and lines to dangle along the sides of the tunnel to get at the small veins of helium-3. They mine with meter-long drills, gobbling up the chaff. The work still requires mad dexterity of foot and hand, but I’m the earner in this crew. I am the Helldiver. It takes a certain kind—and I’m the youngest anyone can remember.<br/><br/>I’ve been in the mines for three years. You start at thirteen. Old enough to screw, old enough to crew. At least that’s what Uncle Narol said. Except I didn’t get married till six months back, so I don’t know why he said it.<br/><br/>Eo dances through my thoughts as I peer into my control display and slip the clawDrill’s fingers around a fresh vein. Eo. Sometimes it’s difficult to think of her as anything but what we used to call her as children.<br/><br/>Little Eo—a tiny girl hidden beneath a mane of red. Red like the rock around me, not true red, rust-red. Red like our home, like Mars. Eo is sixteen too. And she may be like me—from a clan of Red earth diggers, a clan of song and dance and soil—but she could be made from air, from the ether that binds the stars in a patchwork. Not that I’ve ever seen stars. No Red from the mining colonies sees the stars.<br/><br/>Little Eo. They wanted to marry her off when she turned fourteen, like all girls of the clans. But she took the short rations and waited for me to reach sixteen, wedAge for men, before slipping that cord around her finger. She said she knew we’d marry since we were children. I didn’t.<br/><br/>“Hold. Hold. Hold!” Uncle Narol snaps over the comm channel. “Darrow, hold, boy!” My fingers freeze. He’s high above with the rest of them, watching my progress on his head unit.<br/><br/>“What’s the burn?” I ask, annoyed. I don’t like being interrupted.<br/><br/>“What’s the burn, the little Helldiver asks.” Old Barlow chuckles.<br/><br/>“Gas pocket, that’s what,” Narol snaps. He’s the headTalk for our two-hundred-plus crew. “Hold. Calling a scanCrew to check the particulars before you blow us all to hell.”<br/><br/>“That gas pocket? It’s a tiny one,” I say. “More like a gas pimple. I can manage it.”<br/><br/>“A year on the drill and he thinks he knows his head from his hole! 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My knuckles turn white as I grip the controls.<br/><br/>“Listen to Uncle Narol, Darrow. Better to back off till we can get a reading,” my brother Kieran adds. He’s three years older. Makes him think he’s a sage, that he knows more. He just knows caution. “There’ll be time.”<br/><br/>“Time? Hell, it’ll take hours,” I snap. They’re all against me in this. They’re all wrong and slow and don’t understand that the Laurel is only a bold move away. More, they doubt me. “You are being a coward, Narol.”<br/><br/>Silence on the other end of the line.<br/><br/>Calling a man a coward—not a good way to get his cooperation. Shouldn’t have said it.<br/><br/>“I say make the scan yourself,” Loran, my cousin and Narol’s son, squawks. “Don’t and Gamma is good as Gold—they’ll get the Laurel for, oh, the hundredth time.”<br/><br/>The Laurel. Twenty-four clans in the underground mining colony of Lykos, one Laurel per quarter. It means more food than you can eat. It means more burners to smoke. Imported quilts from Earth. Amber swill with the Society’s quality markings. It means winning. Gamma clan has had it since anyone can remember. So it’s always been about the Quota for us lesser clans, just enough to scrape by. Eo says the Laurel is the carrot the Society dangles, always just far enough beyond our grasp. Just enough so we know how short we really are and how little we can do about it. We’re supposed to be pioneers. Eo calls us slaves. I just think we never try hard enough. Never take the big risks because of the old men.<br/><br/>“Loran, shut up about the Laurel. Hit the gas and we’ll miss all the bloodydamn Laurels to kingdom come, boy,” Uncle Narol growls.<br/><br/>He’s slurring. I can practically smell the drink through the comm. He wants to call a sensor team to cover his own ass. Or he’s scared. The drunk was born pissing himself out of fear. Fear of what? Our overlords, the Golds? Their minions, the Grays? Who knows? Few people. Who cares? Even fewer. Actually, just one man cared for my uncle, and he died when my uncle pulled his feet.<br/><br/>My uncle is weak. He is cautious and immoderate in his drink, a pale shadow of my father. His blinks are long and hard, as though it pains him to open his eyes each time and see the world again. I don’t trust him down here in the mines, or anywhere for that matter. But my mother would tell me to listen to him; she would remind me to respect my elders. Even though I am wed, even though I am the Helldiver of my clan, she would say that my “blisters have not yet become calluses.” I will obey, even though it is as maddening as the tickle of the sweat on my face.<br/><br/>“Fine,” I murmur.<br/><br/>I clench the drill fist and wait as my uncle calls it in from the safety of the chamber above the deep tunnel. This will take hours. I do the math. Eight hours till whistle call. To beat Gamma, I’ve got to keep a rate of 156.5 kilos an hour. It’ll take two and a half hours for the scanCrew to get here and do their deal, at best. So I’ve got to pump out 227.6 kilos per hour after that. Impossible. But if I keep going and squab the tedious scan, it’s ours.<br/><br/>I wonder if Uncle Narol and Barlow know how close we are. Probably. Probably just don’t think anything is ever worth the risk. Probably think divine intervention will squab our chances. Gamma has the Laurel. That’s the way things are and will ever be. We of Lambda just try to scrape by on our foodstuffs and meager comforts. No rising. No falling. Nothing is worth the risk of changing the hierarchy. My father found that out at the end of a rope.<br/><br/>Nothing is worth risking death. Against my chest, I feel the wedding band of hair and silk dangling from the cord around my neck and think of Eo’s ribs.<br/><br/>I’ll see a few more of the slender things through her skin this month. She’ll go asking the Gamma families for scraps behind my back. I’ll act like I don’t know. But we’ll still be hungry. I eat too much because I’m sixteen and still growing tall; Eo lies and says she’s never got much of an appetite. Some women sell themselves for food or luxuries to the Tinpots (Grays, to be technic about it), the Society’s garrison troops of our little mining colony. She wouldn’t sell her body to feed me. Would she? But then I think about it. I’d do anything to feed her . . .<br/><br/>I look down over the edge of my drill. It’s a long fall to the bottom of the hole I’ve dug. Nothing but molten rock and hissing drills. But before I know what’s what, I’m out of my straps, scanner in hand and jumping down the hundred-meter drop toward the drill fingers. I kick back and forth between the vertical mineshaft’s walls and the drill’s long, vibrating body to slow my fall. I make sure I’m not near a pitviper nest when I throw out an arm to catch myself on a gear just above the drill fingers. The ten drills glow with heat. The air shimmers and distorts. I feel the heat on my face, feel it stabbing my eyes, feel it ache in my belly and balls. Those drills will melt your bones if you’re not careful. And I’m not careful. Just nimble.<br/><br/>I lower myself hand over hand, going feetfirst between the drill fingers so that I can lower the scanner close enough to the gas pocket to get a reading. This was a mistake. Voices shout at me through the comm. I almost brush one of the drills as I finally lower myself close enough to the gas pocket. The scanner flickers in my hand as it takes its reading. My suit is bubbling and I smell something sweet and sharp, like burned syrup. To a Helldiver, it is the smell of death.\"},{\"id\":\"72497622T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"1<br><br>Helldiver<br><br>The first thing you should know about me is I am my father&rsquo;s son. And when they came for him, I did as he asked. I did not cry. Not when the Society televised the arrest. Not when the Golds tried him. Not when the Grays hanged him. Mother hit me for that. My brother Kieran was supposed to be the stoic one. He was the elder, I the younger. I was supposed to cry. Instead, Kieran bawled like a girl when Little Eo tucked a haemanthus into Father&rsquo;s left workboot and ran back to her own father&rsquo;s side. My sister Leanna murmured a lament beside me. I just watched and thought it a shame that he died dancing but without his dancing shoes.<br><br>On Mars there is not much gravity. So you have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.<br><br>I smell my own stink inside my frysuit. The suit is some kind of nanoplastic and is hot as its name suggests. It insulates me toe to head. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out. Especially not the heat. Worst part is you can&rsquo;t wipe the sweat from your eyes. Bloodydamn stings as it goes through the headband to puddle at the heels. Not to mention the stink when you piss. Which you always do. Gotta take in a load of water through the drinktube. I guess you could be fit with a catheter. We choose the stink.<br><br>The drillers of my clan chatter some gossip over the comm in my ear as I ride atop the clawDrill. I&rsquo;m alone in this deep tunnel on a machine built like a titanic metal hand, one that grasps and gnaws at the ground. I control its rockmelting digits from the holster seat atop the drill, just where the elbow joint would be. There, my fingers fit into control gloves that manipulate the many tentacle-like drills some ninety meters below my perch. To be a Helldiver, they say your fingers must flicker fast as tongues of fire. Mine flicker faster.<br><br>Despite the voices in my ear, I am alone in the deep tunnel. My existence is vibration, the echo of my own breath, and heat so thick and noxious it feels like I&rsquo;m swaddled in a heavy quilt of hot piss.<br><br>A new river of sweat breaks through the scarlet sweatband tied around my forehead and slips into my eyes, burning them till they&rsquo;re as red as my rusty hair. I used to reach and try to wipe the sweat away, only to scratch futilely at the faceplate of my frysuit. I still want to. Even after three years, the tickle and sting of the sweat is a raw misery.<br><br>The tunnel walls around my holster seat are bathed a sulfurous yellow by a corona of lights. The reach of the light fades as I look up the thin vertical shaft I&rsquo;ve carved today. Above, precious helium-3 glimmers like liquid silver, but I&rsquo;m looking at the shadows, looking for the pitvipers that curl through the darkness seeking the warmth of my drill. They&rsquo;ll eat into your suit too, bite through the shell and then try to burrow into the warmest place they find, usually your belly, so they can lay their eggs. I&rsquo;ve been bitten before. Still dream of the beast&mdash;black, like a thick tendril of oil. They can get as wide as a thigh and long as three men, but it&rsquo;s the babies we fear. They don&rsquo;t know how to ration their poison. Like me, their ancestors came from Earth, then Mars and the deep tunnels changed them.<br><br>It is eerie in the deep tunnels. Lonely. Beyond the roar of the drill, I hear the voices of my friends, all older. But I cannot see them a half klick above me in the darkness. They drill high above, near the mouth of the tunnel that I&rsquo;ve carved, descending with hooks and lines to dangle along the sides of the tunnel to get at the small veins of helium-3. They mine with meter-long drills, gobbling up the chaff. The work still requires mad dexterity of foot and hand, but I&rsquo;m the earner in this crew. I am the Helldiver. It takes a certain kind&mdash;and I&rsquo;m the youngest anyone can remember.<br><br>I&rsquo;ve been in the mines for three years. You start at thirteen. Old enough to screw, old enough to crew. At least that&rsquo;s what Uncle Narol said. Except I didn&rsquo;t get married till six months back, so I don&rsquo;t know why he said it.<br><br>Eo dances through my thoughts as I peer into my control display and slip the clawDrill&rsquo;s fingers around a fresh vein. Eo. Sometimes it&rsquo;s difficult to think of her as anything but what we used to call her as children.<br><br>Little Eo&mdash;a tiny girl hidden beneath a mane of red. Red like the rock around me, not true red, rust-red. Red like our home, like Mars. Eo is sixteen too. And she may be like me&mdash;from a clan of Red earth diggers, a clan of song and dance and soil&mdash;but she could be made from air, from the ether that binds the stars in a patchwork. Not that I&rsquo;ve ever seen stars. No Red from the mining colonies sees the stars.<br><br>Little Eo. They wanted to marry her off when she turned fourteen, like all girls of the clans. But she took the short rations and waited for me to reach sixteen, wedAge for men, before slipping that cord around her finger. She said she knew we&rsquo;d marry since we were children. I didn&rsquo;t.<br><br>&ldquo;Hold. Hold. Hold!&rdquo; Uncle Narol snaps over the comm channel. &ldquo;Darrow, hold, boy!&rdquo; My fingers freeze. He&rsquo;s high above with the rest of them, watching my progress on his head unit.<br><br>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s the burn?&rdquo; I ask, annoyed. I don&rsquo;t like being interrupted.<br><br>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s the burn, the little Helldiver asks.&rdquo; Old Barlow chuckles.<br><br>&ldquo;Gas pocket, that&rsquo;s what,&rdquo; Narol snaps. He&rsquo;s the headTalk for our two-hundred-plus crew. &ldquo;Hold. Calling a scanCrew to check the particulars before you blow us all to hell.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;That gas pocket? It&rsquo;s a tiny one,&rdquo; I say. &ldquo;More like a gas pimple. I can manage it.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;A year on the drill and he thinks he knows his head from his hole! Poor little pissant,&rdquo; old Barlow adds dryly. &ldquo;Remember the words of our golden leader. Patience and obedience, young one. Patience is the better part of valor. And obedience the better part of humanity. Listen to your elders.&rdquo;<br><br>I roll my eyes at the epigram. If the elders could do what I can, maybe listening would have its merits. But they are slow in hand and mind. Sometimes I feel like they want me to be just the same, especially my uncle.<br><br>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m on a tear,&rdquo; I say. &ldquo;If you think there&rsquo;s a gas pocket, I can just hop down and handscan it. Easy. No dilldally.&rdquo;<br><br>They&rsquo;ll preach caution. As if caution has ever helped them. We haven&rsquo;t won a Laurel in ages.<br><br>&ldquo;Want to make Eo a widow?&rdquo; Barlow laughs, voice crackling with static. &ldquo;Okay by me. She is a pretty little thing. Drill into that pocket and leave her to me. Old and fat I be, but my drill still digs a dent.&rdquo;<br><br>A chorus of laughter comes from the two hundred drillers above. My knuckles turn white as I grip the controls.<br><br>&ldquo;Listen to Uncle Narol, Darrow. Better to back off till we can get a reading,&rdquo; my brother Kieran adds. He&rsquo;s three years older. Makes him think he&rsquo;s a sage, that he knows more. He just knows caution. &ldquo;There&rsquo;ll be time.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Time? Hell, it&rsquo;ll take hours,&rdquo; I snap. They&rsquo;re all against me in this. They&rsquo;re all wrong and slow and don&rsquo;t understand that the Laurel is only a bold move away. More, they doubt me. &ldquo;You are being a coward, Narol.&rdquo;<br><br>Silence on the other end of the line.<br><br>Calling a man a coward&mdash;not a good way to get his cooperation. Shouldn&rsquo;t have said it.<br><br>&ldquo;I say make the scan yourself,&rdquo; Loran, my cousin and Narol&rsquo;s son, squawks. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t and Gamma is good as Gold&mdash;they&rsquo;ll get the Laurel for, oh, the hundredth time.&rdquo;<br><br>The Laurel. Twenty-four clans in the underground mining colony of Lykos, one Laurel per quarter. It means more food than you can eat. It means more burners to smoke. Imported quilts from Earth. Amber swill with the Society&rsquo;s quality markings. It means winning. Gamma clan has had it since anyone can remember. So it&rsquo;s always been about the Quota for us lesser clans, just enough to scrape by. Eo says the Laurel is the carrot the Society dangles, always just far enough beyond our grasp. Just enough so we know how short we really are and how little we can do about it. We&rsquo;re supposed to be pioneers. Eo calls us slaves. I just think we never try hard enough. Never take the big risks because of the old men.<br><br>&ldquo;Loran, shut up about the Laurel. Hit the gas and we&rsquo;ll miss all the bloodydamn Laurels to kingdom come, boy,&rdquo; Uncle Narol growls.<br><br>He&rsquo;s slurring. I can practically smell the drink through the comm. He wants to call a sensor team to cover his own ass. Or he&rsquo;s scared. The drunk was born pissing himself out of fear. Fear of what? Our overlords, the Golds? Their minions, the Grays? Who knows? Few people. Who cares? Even fewer. Actually, just one man cared for my uncle, and he died when my uncle pulled his feet.<br><br>My uncle is weak. He is cautious and immoderate in his drink, a pale shadow of my father. His blinks are long and hard, as though it pains him to open his eyes each time and see the world again. I don&rsquo;t trust him down here in the mines, or anywhere for that matter. But my mother would tell me to listen to him; she would remind me to respect my elders. Even though I am wed, even though I am the Helldiver of my clan, she would say that my &ldquo;blisters have not yet become calluses.&rdquo; I will obey, even though it is as maddening as the tickle of the sweat on my face.<br><br>&ldquo;Fine,&rdquo; I murmur.<br><br>I clench the drill fist and wait as my uncle calls it in from the safety of the chamber above the deep tunnel. This will take hours. I do the math. Eight hours till whistle call. To beat Gamma, I&rsquo;ve got to keep a rate of 156.5 kilos an hour. It&rsquo;ll take two and a half hours for the scanCrew to get here and do their deal, at best. So I&rsquo;ve got to pump out 227.6 kilos per hour after that. Impossible. But if I keep going and squab the tedious scan, it&rsquo;s ours.<br><br>I wonder if Uncle Narol and Barlow know how close we are. Probably. Probably just don&rsquo;t think anything is ever worth the risk. Probably think divine intervention will squab our chances. Gamma has the Laurel. That&rsquo;s the way things are and will ever be. We of Lambda just try to scrape by on our foodstuffs and meager comforts. No rising. No falling. Nothing is worth the risk of changing the hierarchy. My father found that out at the end of a rope.<br><br>Nothing is worth risking death. Against my chest, I feel the wedding band of hair and silk dangling from the cord around my neck and think of Eo&rsquo;s ribs.<br><br>I&rsquo;ll see a few more of the slender things through her skin this month. She&rsquo;ll go asking the Gamma families for scraps behind my back. I&rsquo;ll act like I don&rsquo;t know. But we&rsquo;ll still be hungry. I eat too much because I&rsquo;m sixteen and still growing tall; Eo lies and says she&rsquo;s never got much of an appetite. Some women sell themselves for food or luxuries to the Tinpots (Grays, to be technic about it), the Society&rsquo;s garrison troops of our little mining colony. She wouldn&rsquo;t sell her body to feed me. Would she? But then I think about it. I&rsquo;d do anything to feed her . . .<br><br>I look down over the edge of my drill. It&rsquo;s a long fall to the bottom of the hole I&rsquo;ve dug. Nothing but molten rock and hissing drills. But before I know what&rsquo;s what, I&rsquo;m out of my straps, scanner in hand and jumping down the hundred-meter drop toward the drill fingers. I kick back and forth between the vertical mineshaft&rsquo;s walls and the drill&rsquo;s long, vibrating body to slow my fall. I make sure I&rsquo;m not near a pitviper nest when I throw out an arm to catch myself on a gear just above the drill fingers. The ten drills glow with heat. The air shimmers and distorts. I feel the heat on my face, feel it stabbing my eyes, feel it ache in my belly and balls. Those drills will melt your bones if you&rsquo;re not careful. And I&rsquo;m not careful. Just nimble.<br><br>I lower myself hand over hand, going feetfirst between the drill fingers so that I can lower the scanner close enough to the gas pocket to get a reading. This was a mistake. Voices shout at me through the comm. I almost brush one of the drills as I finally lower myself close enough to the gas pocket. The scanner flickers in my hand as it takes its reading. My suit is bubbling and I smell something sweet and sharp, like burned syrup. To a Helldiver, it is the smell of death.\"},{\"id\":\"40938220T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<P>1<P>Helldiver<P>The first thing you should know about me is I am my father&rsquo;s son. And when they came for him, I did as he asked. I did not cry. Not when the Society televised the arrest. Not when the Golds tried him. Not when the Grays hanged him. Mother hit me for that. My brother Kieran was supposed to be the stoic one. He was the elder, I the younger. I was supposed to cry. Instead, Kieran bawled like a girl when Little Eo tucked a haemanthus into Father&rsquo;s left workboot and ran back to her own father&rsquo;s side. My sister Leanna murmured a lament beside me. I just watched and thought it a shame that he died dancing but without his dancing shoes.<P>On Mars there is not much gravity. So you have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.<P>I smell my own stink inside my frysuit. The suit is some kind of nanoplastic and is hot as its name suggests. It insulates me toe to head. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out. Especially not the heat. Worst part is you can&rsquo;t wipe the sweat from your eyes. Bloodydamn stings as it goes through the headband to puddle at the heels. Not to mention the stink when you piss. Which you always do. Gotta take in a load of water through the drinktube. I guess you could be fit with a catheter. We choose the stink.<P>The drillers of my clan chatter some gossip over the comm in my ear as I ride atop the clawDrill. I&rsquo;m alone in this deep tunnel on a machine built like a titanic metal hand, one that grasps and gnaws at the ground. I control its rockmelting digits from the holster seat atop the drill, just where the elbow joint would be. There, my fingers fit into control gloves that manipulate the many tentacle-like drills some ninety meters below my perch. To be a Helldiver, they say your fingers must flicker fast as tongues of fire. Mine flicker faster.<P>Despite the voices in my ear, I am alone in the deep tunnel. My existence is vibration, the echo of my own breath, and heat so thick and noxious it feels like I&rsquo;m swaddled in a heavy quilt of hot piss.<P>A new river of sweat breaks through the scarlet sweatband tied around my forehead and slips into my eyes, burning them till they&rsquo;re as red as my rusty hair. I used to reach and try to wipe the sweat away, only to scratch futilely at the faceplate of my frysuit. I still want to. Even after three years, the tickle and sting of the sweat is a raw misery.<P>The tunnel walls around my holster seat are bathed a sulfurous yellow by a corona of lights. The reach of the light fades as I look up the thin vertical shaft I&rsquo;ve carved today. Above, precious helium-3 glimmers like liquid silver, but I&rsquo;m looking at the shadows, looking for the pitvipers that curl through the darkness seeking the warmth of my drill. They&rsquo;ll eat into your suit too, bite through the shell and then try to burrow into the warmest place they find, usually your belly, so they can lay their eggs. I&rsquo;ve been bitten before. Still dream of the beast&mdash;black, like a thick tendril of oil. They can get as wide as a thigh and long as three men, but it&rsquo;s the babies we fear. They don&rsquo;t know how to ration their poison. Like me, their ancestors came from Earth, then Mars and the deep tunnels changed them.<P>It is eerie in the deep tunnels. Lonely. Beyond the roar of the drill, I hear the voices of my friends, all older. But I cannot see them a half klick above me in the darkness. They drill high above, near the mouth of the tunnel that I&rsquo;ve carved, descending with hooks and lines to dangle along the sides of the tunnel to get at the small veins of helium-3. They mine with meter-long drills, gobbling up the chaff. The work still requires mad dexterity of foot and hand, but I&rsquo;m the earner in this crew. I am the Helldiver. It takes a certain kind&mdash;and I&rsquo;m the youngest anyone can remember.<P>I&rsquo;ve been in the mines for three years. You start at thirteen. Old enough to screw, old enough to crew. At least that&rsquo;s what Uncle Narol said. Except I didn&rsquo;t get married till six months back, so I don&rsquo;t know why he said it.<P>Eo dances through my thoughts as I peer into my control display and slip the clawDrill&rsquo;s fingers around a fresh vein. Eo. Sometimes it&rsquo;s difficult to think of her as anything but what we used to call her as children.<P>Little Eo&mdash;a tiny girl hidden beneath a mane of red. Red like the rock around me, not true red, rust-red. Red like our home, like Mars. Eo is sixteen too. And she may be like me&mdash;from a clan of Red earth diggers, a clan of song and dance and soil&mdash;but she could be made from air, from the ether that binds the stars in a patchwork. Not that I&rsquo;ve ever seen stars. No Red from the mining colonies sees the stars.<P>Little Eo. They wanted to marry her off when she turned fourteen, like all girls of the clans. But she took the short rations and waited for me to reach sixteen, wedAge for men, before slipping that cord around her finger. She said she knew we&rsquo;d marry since we were children. I didn&rsquo;t.<P>&ldquo;Hold. Hold. Hold!&rdquo; Uncle Narol snaps over the comm channel. &ldquo;Darrow, hold, boy!&rdquo; My fingers freeze. He&rsquo;s high above with the rest of them, watching my progress on his head unit.<P>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s the burn?&rdquo; I ask, annoyed. I don&rsquo;t like being interrupted.<P>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s the burn, the little Helldiver asks.&rdquo; Old Barlow chuckles.<P>&ldquo;Gas pocket, that&rsquo;s what,&rdquo; Narol snaps. He&rsquo;s the headTalk for our two-hundred-plus crew. &ldquo;Hold. Calling a scanCrew to check the particulars before you blow us all to hell.&rdquo;<P>&ldquo;That gas pocket? It&rsquo;s a tiny one,&rdquo; I say. &ldquo;More like a gas pimple. I can manage it.&rdquo;<P>&ldquo;A year on the drill and he thinks he knows his head from his hole! Poor little pissant,&rdquo; old Barlow adds dryly. &ldquo;Remember the words of our golden leader. Patience and obedience, young one. Patience is the better part of valor. And obedience the better part of humanity. Listen to your elders.&rdquo;<P>I roll my eyes at the epigram. If the elders could do what I can, maybe listening would have its merits. But they are slow in hand and mind. Sometimes I feel like they want me to be just the same, especially my uncle.<P>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m on a tear,&rdquo; I say. &ldquo;If you think there&rsquo;s a gas pocket, I can just hop down and handscan it. Easy. No dilldally.&rdquo;<P>They&rsquo;ll preach caution. As if caution has ever helped them. We haven&rsquo;t won a Laurel in ages.<P>&ldquo;Want to make Eo a widow?&rdquo; Barlow laughs, voice crackling with static. &ldquo;Okay by me. She is a pretty little thing. Drill into that pocket and leave her to me. Old and fat I be, but my drill still digs a dent.&rdquo;<P>A chorus of laughter comes from the two hundred drillers above. My knuckles turn white as I grip the controls.<P>&ldquo;Listen to Uncle Narol, Darrow. Better to back off till we can get a reading,&rdquo; my brother Kieran adds. He&rsquo;s three years older. Makes him think he&rsquo;s a sage, that he knows more. He just knows caution. &ldquo;There&rsquo;ll be time.&rdquo;<P>&ldquo;Time? Hell, it&rsquo;ll take hours,&rdquo; I snap. They&rsquo;re all against me in this. They&rsquo;re all wrong and slow and don&rsquo;t understand that the Laurel is only a bold move away. More, they doubt me. &ldquo;You are being a coward, Narol.&rdquo;<P>Silence on the other end of the line.<P>Calling a man a coward&mdash;not a good way to get his cooperation. Shouldn&rsquo;t have said it.<P>&ldquo;I say make the scan yourself,&rdquo; Loran, my cousin and Narol&rsquo;s son, squawks. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t and Gamma is good as Gold&mdash;they&rsquo;ll get the Laurel for, oh, the hundredth time.&rdquo;<P>The Laurel. Twenty-four clans in the underground mining colony of Lykos, one Laurel per quarter. It means more food than you can eat. It means more burners to smoke. Imported quilts from Earth. Amber swill with the Society&rsquo;s quality markings. It means winning. Gamma clan has had it since anyone can remember. So it&rsquo;s always been about the Quota for us lesser clans, just enough to scrape by. Eo says the Laurel is the carrot the Society dangles, always just far enough beyond our grasp. Just enough so we know how short we really are and how little we can do about it. We&rsquo;re supposed to be pioneers. Eo calls us slaves. I just think we never try hard enough. Never take the big risks because of the old men.<P>&ldquo;Loran, shut up about the Laurel. Hit the gas and we&rsquo;ll miss all the bloodydamn Laurels to kingdom come, boy,&rdquo; Uncle Narol growls.<P>He&rsquo;s slurring. I can practically smell the drink through the comm. He wants to call a sensor team to cover his own ass. Or he&rsquo;s scared. The drunk was born pissing himself out of fear. Fear of what? Our overlords, the Golds? Their minions, the Grays? Who knows? Few people. Who cares? Even fewer. Actually, just one man cared for my uncle, and he died when my uncle pulled his feet.<P>My uncle is weak. He is cautious and immoderate in his drink, a pale shadow of my father. His blinks are long and hard, as though it pains him to open his eyes each time and see the world again. I don&rsquo;t trust him down here in the mines, or anywhere for that matter. But my mother would tell me to listen to him; she would remind me to respect my elders. Even though I am wed, even though I am the Helldiver of my clan, she would say that my &ldquo;blisters have not yet become calluses.&rdquo; I will obey, even though it is as maddening as the tickle of the sweat on my face.<P>&ldquo;Fine,&rdquo; I murmur.<P>I clench the drill fist and wait as my uncle calls it in from the safety of the chamber above the deep tunnel. This will take hours. I do the math. Eight hours till whistle call. To beat Gamma, I&rsquo;ve got to keep a rate of 156.5 kilos an hour. It&rsquo;ll take two and a half hours for the scanCrew to get here and do their deal, at best. So I&rsquo;ve got to pump out 227.6 kilos per hour after that. Impossible. But if I keep going and squab the tedious scan, it&rsquo;s ours.<P>I wonder if Uncle Narol and Barlow know how close we are. Probably. Probably just don&rsquo;t think anything is ever worth the risk. Probably think divine intervention will squab our chances. Gamma has the Laurel. That&rsquo;s the way things are and will ever be. We of Lambda just try to scrape by on our foodstuffs and meager comforts. No rising. No falling. Nothing is worth the risk of changing the hierarchy. My father found that out at the end of a rope.<P>Nothing is worth risking death. Against my chest, I feel the wedding band of hair and silk dangling from the cord around my neck and think of Eo&rsquo;s ribs.<P>I&rsquo;ll see a few more of the slender things through her skin this month. She&rsquo;ll go asking the Gamma families for scraps behind my back. I&rsquo;ll act like I don&rsquo;t know. But we&rsquo;ll still be hungry. I eat too much because I&rsquo;m sixteen and still growing tall; Eo lies and says she&rsquo;s never got much of an appetite. Some women sell themselves for food or luxuries to the Tinpots (Grays, to be technic about it), the Society&rsquo;s garrison troops of our little mining colony. She wouldn&rsquo;t sell her body to feed me. Would she? But then I think about it. I&rsquo;d do anything to feed her . . .<P>I look down over the edge of my drill. It&rsquo;s a long fall to the bottom of the hole I&rsquo;ve dug. Nothing but molten rock and hissing drills. But before I know what&rsquo;s what, I&rsquo;m out of my straps, scanner in hand and jumping down the hundred-meter drop toward the drill fingers. I kick back and forth between the vertical mineshaft&rsquo;s walls and the drill&rsquo;s long, vibrating body to slow my fall. I make sure I&rsquo;m not near a pitviper nest when I throw out an arm to catch myself on a gear just above the drill fingers. The ten drills glow with heat. The air shimmers and distorts. I feel the heat on my face, feel it stabbing my eyes, feel it ache in my belly and balls. Those drills will melt your bones if you&rsquo;re not careful. And I&rsquo;m not careful. Just nimble.<P>I lower myself hand over hand, going feetfirst between the drill fingers so that I can lower the scanner close enough to the gas pocket to get a reading. This was a mistake. Voices shout at me through the comm. I almost brush one of the drills as I finally lower myself close enough to the gas pocket. The scanner flickers in my hand as it takes its reading. My suit is bubbling and I smell something sweet and sharp, like burned syrup. To a Helldiver, it is the smell of death.<P>\"},{\"id\":\"118465857T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"1<br/><br/>Helldiver<br/><br/>The first thing you should know about me is I am my father’s son. And when they came for him, I did as he asked. I did not cry. Not when the Society televised the arrest. Not when the Golds tried him. Not when the Grays hanged him. Mother hit me for that. My brother Kieran was supposed to be the stoic one. He was the elder, I the younger. I was supposed to cry. Instead, Kieran bawled like a girl when Little Eo tucked a haemanthus into Father’s left workboot and ran back to her own father’s side. My sister Leanna murmured a lament beside me. I just watched and thought it a shame that he died dancing but without his dancing shoes.<br/><br/>On Mars there is not much gravity. So you have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.<br/><br/>I smell my own stink inside my frysuit. The suit is some kind of nanoplastic and is hot as its name suggests. It insulates me toe to head. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out. Especially not the heat. Worst part is you can’t wipe the sweat from your eyes. Bloodydamn stings as it goes through the headband to puddle at the heels. Not to mention the stink when you piss. Which you always do. Gotta take in a load of water through the drinktube. I guess you could be fit with a catheter. We choose the stink.<br/><br/>The drillers of my clan chatter some gossip over the comm in my ear as I ride atop the clawDrill. I’m alone in this deep tunnel on a machine built like a titanic metal hand, one that grasps and gnaws at the ground. I control its rockmelting digits from the holster seat atop the drill, just where the elbow joint would be. There, my fingers fit into control gloves that manipulate the many tentacle-like drills some ninety meters below my perch. To be a Helldiver, they say your fingers must flicker fast as tongues of fire. Mine flicker faster.<br/><br/>Despite the voices in my ear, I am alone in the deep tunnel. My existence is vibration, the echo of my own breath, and heat so thick and noxious it feels like I’m swaddled in a heavy quilt of hot piss.<br/><br/>A new river of sweat breaks through the scarlet sweatband tied around my forehead and slips into my eyes, burning them till they’re as red as my rusty hair. I used to reach and try to wipe the sweat away, only to scratch futilely at the faceplate of my frysuit. I still want to. Even after three years, the tickle and sting of the sweat is a raw misery.<br/><br/>The tunnel walls around my holster seat are bathed a sulfurous yellow by a corona of lights. The reach of the light fades as I look up the thin vertical shaft I’ve carved today. Above, precious helium-3 glimmers like liquid silver, but I’m looking at the shadows, looking for the pitvipers that curl through the darkness seeking the warmth of my drill. They’ll eat into your suit too, bite through the shell and then try to burrow into the warmest place they find, usually your belly, so they can lay their eggs. I’ve been bitten before. Still dream of the beast—black, like a thick tendril of oil. They can get as wide as a thigh and long as three men, but it’s the babies we fear. They don’t know how to ration their poison. Like me, their ancestors came from Earth, then Mars and the deep tunnels changed them.<br/><br/>It is eerie in the deep tunnels. Lonely. Beyond the roar of the drill, I hear the voices of my friends, all older. But I cannot see them a half klick above me in the darkness. They drill high above, near the mouth of the tunnel that I’ve carved, descending with hooks and lines to dangle along the sides of the tunnel to get at the small veins of helium-3. They mine with meter-long drills, gobbling up the chaff. The work still requires mad dexterity of foot and hand, but I’m the earner in this crew. I am the Helldiver. It takes a certain kind—and I’m the youngest anyone can remember.<br/><br/>I’ve been in the mines for three years. You start at thirteen. Old enough to screw, old enough to crew. At least that’s what Uncle Narol said. Except I didn’t get married till six months back, so I don’t know why he said it.<br/><br/>Eo dances through my thoughts as I peer into my control display and slip the clawDrill’s fingers around a fresh vein. Eo. Sometimes it’s difficult to think of her as anything but what we used to call her as children.<br/><br/>Little Eo—a tiny girl hidden beneath a mane of red. Red like the rock around me, not true red, rust-red. Red like our home, like Mars. Eo is sixteen too. And she may be like me—from a clan of Red earth diggers, a clan of song and dance and soil—but she could be made from air, from the ether that binds the stars in a patchwork. Not that I’ve ever seen stars. No Red from the mining colonies sees the stars.<br/><br/>Little Eo. They wanted to marry her off when she turned fourteen, like all girls of the clans. But she took the short rations and waited for me to reach sixteen, wedAge for men, before slipping that cord around her finger. She said she knew we’d marry since we were children. I didn’t.<br/><br/>“Hold. Hold. Hold!” Uncle Narol snaps over the comm channel. “Darrow, hold, boy!” My fingers freeze. He’s high above with the rest of them, watching my progress on his head unit.<br/><br/>“What’s the burn?” I ask, annoyed. I don’t like being interrupted.<br/><br/>“What’s the burn, the little Helldiver asks.” Old Barlow chuckles.<br/><br/>“Gas pocket, that’s what,” Narol snaps. He’s the headTalk for our two-hundred-plus crew. “Hold. Calling a scanCrew to check the particulars before you blow us all to hell.”<br/><br/>“That gas pocket? It’s a tiny one,” I say. “More like a gas pimple. I can manage it.”<br/><br/>“A year on the drill and he thinks he knows his head from his hole! Poor little pissant,” old Barlow adds dryly. “Remember the words of our golden leader. Patience and obedience, young one. Patience is the better part of valor. And obedience the better part of humanity. Listen to your elders.”<br/><br/>I roll my eyes at the epigram. If the elders could do what I can, maybe listening would have its merits. But they are slow in hand and mind. Sometimes I feel like they want me to be just the same, especially my uncle.<br/><br/>“I’m on a tear,” I say. “If you think there’s a gas pocket, I can just hop down and handscan it. Easy. No dilldally.”<br/><br/>They’ll preach caution. As if caution has ever helped them. We haven’t won a Laurel in ages.<br/><br/>“Want to make Eo a widow?” Barlow laughs, voice crackling with static. “Okay by me. She is a pretty little thing. Drill into that pocket and leave her to me. Old and fat I be, but my drill still digs a dent.”<br/><br/>A chorus of laughter comes from the two hundred drillers above. My knuckles turn white as I grip the controls.<br/><br/>“Listen to Uncle Narol, Darrow. Better to back off till we can get a reading,” my brother Kieran adds. He’s three years older. Makes him think he’s a sage, that he knows more. He just knows caution. “There’ll be time.”<br/><br/>“Time? Hell, it’ll take hours,” I snap. They’re all against me in this. They’re all wrong and slow and don’t understand that the Laurel is only a bold move away. More, they doubt me. “You are being a coward, Narol.”<br/><br/>Silence on the other end of the line.<br/><br/>Calling a man a coward—not a good way to get his cooperation. Shouldn’t have said it.<br/><br/>“I say make the scan yourself,” Loran, my cousin and Narol’s son, squawks. “Don’t and Gamma is good as Gold—they’ll get the Laurel for, oh, the hundredth time.”<br/><br/>The Laurel. Twenty-four clans in the underground mining colony of Lykos, one Laurel per quarter. It means more food than you can eat. It means more burners to smoke. Imported quilts from Earth. Amber swill with the Society’s quality markings. It means winning. Gamma clan has had it since anyone can remember. So it’s always been about the Quota for us lesser clans, just enough to scrape by. Eo says the Laurel is the carrot the Society dangles, always just far enough beyond our grasp. Just enough so we know how short we really are and how little we can do about it. We’re supposed to be pioneers. Eo calls us slaves. I just think we never try hard enough. Never take the big risks because of the old men.<br/><br/>“Loran, shut up about the Laurel. Hit the gas and we’ll miss all the bloodydamn Laurels to kingdom come, boy,” Uncle Narol growls.<br/><br/>He’s slurring. I can practically smell the drink through the comm. He wants to call a sensor team to cover his own ass. Or he’s scared. The drunk was born pissing himself out of fear. Fear of what? Our overlords, the Golds? Their minions, the Grays? Who knows? Few people. Who cares? Even fewer. Actually, just one man cared for my uncle, and he died when my uncle pulled his feet.<br/><br/>My uncle is weak. He is cautious and immoderate in his drink, a pale shadow of my father. His blinks are long and hard, as though it pains him to open his eyes each time and see the world again. I don’t trust him down here in the mines, or anywhere for that matter. But my mother would tell me to listen to him; she would remind me to respect my elders. Even though I am wed, even though I am the Helldiver of my clan, she would say that my “blisters have not yet become calluses.” I will obey, even though it is as maddening as the tickle of the sweat on my face.<br/><br/>“Fine,” I murmur.<br/><br/>I clench the drill fist and wait as my uncle calls it in from the safety of the chamber above the deep tunnel. This will take hours. I do the math. Eight hours till whistle call. To beat Gamma, I’ve got to keep a rate of 156.5 kilos an hour. It’ll take two and a half hours for the scanCrew to get here and do their deal, at best. So I’ve got to pump out 227.6 kilos per hour after that. Impossible. But if I keep going and squab the tedious scan, it’s ours.<br/><br/>I wonder if Uncle Narol and Barlow know how close we are. Probably. Probably just don’t think anything is ever worth the risk. Probably think divine intervention will squab our chances. Gamma has the Laurel. That’s the way things are and will ever be. We of Lambda just try to scrape by on our foodstuffs and meager comforts. No rising. No falling. Nothing is worth the risk of changing the hierarchy. My father found that out at the end of a rope.<br/><br/>Nothing is worth risking death. Against my chest, I feel the wedding band of hair and silk dangling from the cord around my neck and think of Eo’s ribs.<br/><br/>I’ll see a few more of the slender things through her skin this month. She’ll go asking the Gamma families for scraps behind my back. I’ll act like I don’t know. But we’ll still be hungry. I eat too much because I’m sixteen and still growing tall; Eo lies and says she’s never got much of an appetite. Some women sell themselves for food or luxuries to the Tinpots (Grays, to be technic about it), the Society’s garrison troops of our little mining colony. She wouldn’t sell her body to feed me. Would she? But then I think about it. I’d do anything to feed her . . .<br/><br/>I look down over the edge of my drill. It’s a long fall to the bottom of the hole I’ve dug. Nothing but molten rock and hissing drills. But before I know what’s what, I’m out of my straps, scanner in hand and jumping down the hundred-meter drop toward the drill fingers. I kick back and forth between the vertical mineshaft’s walls and the drill’s long, vibrating body to slow my fall. I make sure I’m not near a pitviper nest when I throw out an arm to catch myself on a gear just above the drill fingers. The ten drills glow with heat. The air shimmers and distorts. I feel the heat on my face, feel it stabbing my eyes, feel it ache in my belly and balls. Those drills will melt your bones if you’re not careful. And I’m not careful. Just nimble.<br/><br/>I lower myself hand over hand, going feetfirst between the drill fingers so that I can lower the scanner close enough to the gas pocket to get a reading. This was a mistake. Voices shout at me through the comm. I almost brush one of the drills as I finally lower myself close enough to the gas pocket. The scanner flickers in my hand as it takes its reading. My suit is bubbling and I smell something sweet and sharp, like burned syrup. To a Helldiver, it is the smell of death.\"},{\"id\":\"42239790T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"1<br><br>Helldiver<br><br>The first thing you should know about me is I am my father&rsquo;s son. And when they came for him, I did as he asked. I did not cry. Not when the Society televised the arrest. Not when the Golds tried him. Not when the Grays hanged him. Mother hit me for that. My brother Kieran was supposed to be the stoic one. He was the elder, I the younger. I was supposed to cry. Instead, Kieran bawled like a girl when Little Eo tucked a haemanthus into Father&rsquo;s left workboot and ran back to her own father&rsquo;s side. My sister Leanna murmured a lament beside me. I just watched and thought it a shame that he died dancing but without his dancing shoes.<br><br>On Mars there is not much gravity. So you have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.<br><br>I smell my own stink inside my frysuit. The suit is some kind of nanoplastic and is hot as its name suggests. It insulates me toe to head. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out. Especially not the heat. Worst part is you can&rsquo;t wipe the sweat from your eyes. Bloodydamn stings as it goes through the headband to puddle at the heels. Not to mention the stink when you piss. Which you always do. Gotta take in a load of water through the drinktube. I guess you could be fit with a catheter. We choose the stink.<br><br>The drillers of my clan chatter some gossip over the comm in my ear as I ride atop the clawDrill. I&rsquo;m alone in this deep tunnel on a machine built like a titanic metal hand, one that grasps and gnaws at the ground. I control its rockmelting digits from the holster seat atop the drill, just where the elbow joint would be. There, my fingers fit into control gloves that manipulate the many tentacle-like drills some ninety meters below my perch. To be a Helldiver, they say your fingers must flicker fast as tongues of fire. Mine flicker faster.<br><br>Despite the voices in my ear, I am alone in the deep tunnel. My existence is vibration, the echo of my own breath, and heat so thick and noxious it feels like I&rsquo;m swaddled in a heavy quilt of hot piss.<br><br>A new river of sweat breaks through the scarlet sweatband tied around my forehead and slips into my eyes, burning them till they&rsquo;re as red as my rusty hair. I used to reach and try to wipe the sweat away, only to scratch futilely at the faceplate of my frysuit. I still want to. Even after three years, the tickle and sting of the sweat is a raw misery.<br><br>The tunnel walls around my holster seat are bathed a sulfurous yellow by a corona of lights. The reach of the light fades as I look up the thin vertical shaft I&rsquo;ve carved today. Above, precious helium-3 glimmers like liquid silver, but I&rsquo;m looking at the shadows, looking for the pitvipers that curl through the darkness seeking the warmth of my drill. They&rsquo;ll eat into your suit too, bite through the shell and then try to burrow into the warmest place they find, usually your belly, so they can lay their eggs. I&rsquo;ve been bitten before. Still dream of the beast&mdash;black, like a thick tendril of oil. They can get as wide as a thigh and long as three men, but it&rsquo;s the babies we fear. They don&rsquo;t know how to ration their poison. Like me, their ancestors came from Earth, then Mars and the deep tunnels changed them.<br><br>It is eerie in the deep tunnels. Lonely. Beyond the roar of the drill, I hear the voices of my friends, all older. But I cannot see them a half klick above me in the darkness. They drill high above, near the mouth of the tunnel that I&rsquo;ve carved, descending with hooks and lines to dangle along the sides of the tunnel to get at the small veins of helium-3. They mine with meter-long drills, gobbling up the chaff. The work still requires mad dexterity of foot and hand, but I&rsquo;m the earner in this crew. I am the Helldiver. It takes a certain kind&mdash;and I&rsquo;m the youngest anyone can remember.<br><br>I&rsquo;ve been in the mines for three years. You start at thirteen. Old enough to screw, old enough to crew. At least that&rsquo;s what Uncle Narol said. Except I didn&rsquo;t get married till six months back, so I don&rsquo;t know why he said it.<br><br>Eo dances through my thoughts as I peer into my control display and slip the clawDrill&rsquo;s fingers around a fresh vein. Eo. Sometimes it&rsquo;s difficult to think of her as anything but what we used to call her as children.<br><br>Little Eo&mdash;a tiny girl hidden beneath a mane of red. Red like the rock around me, not true red, rust-red. Red like our home, like Mars. Eo is sixteen too. And she may be like me&mdash;from a clan of Red earth diggers, a clan of song and dance and soil&mdash;but she could be made from air, from the ether that binds the stars in a patchwork. Not that I&rsquo;ve ever seen stars. No Red from the mining colonies sees the stars.<br><br>Little Eo. They wanted to marry her off when she turned fourteen, like all girls of the clans. But she took the short rations and waited for me to reach sixteen, wedAge for men, before slipping that cord around her finger. She said she knew we&rsquo;d marry since we were children. I didn&rsquo;t.<br><br>&ldquo;Hold. Hold. Hold!&rdquo; Uncle Narol snaps over the comm channel. &ldquo;Darrow, hold, boy!&rdquo; My fingers freeze. He&rsquo;s high above with the rest of them, watching my progress on his head unit.<br><br>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s the burn?&rdquo; I ask, annoyed. I don&rsquo;t like being interrupted.<br><br>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s the burn, the little Helldiver asks.&rdquo; Old Barlow chuckles.<br><br>&ldquo;Gas pocket, that&rsquo;s what,&rdquo; Narol snaps. He&rsquo;s the headTalk for our two-hundred-plus crew. &ldquo;Hold. Calling a scanCrew to check the particulars before you blow us all to hell.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;That gas pocket? It&rsquo;s a tiny one,&rdquo; I say. &ldquo;More like a gas pimple. I can manage it.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;A year on the drill and he thinks he knows his head from his hole! Poor little pissant,&rdquo; old Barlow adds dryly. &ldquo;Remember the words of our golden leader. Patience and obedience, young one. Patience is the better part of valor. And obedience the better part of humanity. Listen to your elders.&rdquo;<br><br>I roll my eyes at the epigram. If the elders could do what I can, maybe listening would have its merits. But they are slow in hand and mind. Sometimes I feel like they want me to be just the same, especially my uncle.<br><br>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m on a tear,&rdquo; I say. &ldquo;If you think there&rsquo;s a gas pocket, I can just hop down and handscan it. Easy. No dilldally.&rdquo;<br><br>They&rsquo;ll preach caution. As if caution has ever helped them. We haven&rsquo;t won a Laurel in ages.<br><br>&ldquo;Want to make Eo a widow?&rdquo; Barlow laughs, voice crackling with static. &ldquo;Okay by me. She is a pretty little thing. Drill into that pocket and leave her to me. Old and fat I be, but my drill still digs a dent.&rdquo;<br><br>A chorus of laughter comes from the two hundred drillers above. My knuckles turn white as I grip the controls.<br><br>&ldquo;Listen to Uncle Narol, Darrow. Better to back off till we can get a reading,&rdquo; my brother Kieran adds. He&rsquo;s three years older. Makes him think he&rsquo;s a sage, that he knows more. He just knows caution. &ldquo;There&rsquo;ll be time.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Time? Hell, it&rsquo;ll take hours,&rdquo; I snap. They&rsquo;re all against me in this. They&rsquo;re all wrong and slow and don&rsquo;t understand that the Laurel is only a bold move away. More, they doubt me. &ldquo;You are being a coward, Narol.&rdquo;<br><br>Silence on the other end of the line.<br><br>Calling a man a coward&mdash;not a good way to get his cooperation. Shouldn&rsquo;t have said it.<br><br>&ldquo;I say make the scan yourself,&rdquo; Loran, my cousin and Narol&rsquo;s son, squawks. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t and Gamma is good as Gold&mdash;they&rsquo;ll get the Laurel for, oh, the hundredth time.&rdquo;<br><br>The Laurel. Twenty-four clans in the underground mining colony of Lykos, one Laurel per quarter. It means more food than you can eat. It means more burners to smoke. Imported quilts from Earth. Amber swill with the Society&rsquo;s quality markings. It means winning. Gamma clan has had it since anyone can remember. So it&rsquo;s always been about the Quota for us lesser clans, just enough to scrape by. Eo says the Laurel is the carrot the Society dangles, always just far enough beyond our grasp. Just enough so we know how short we really are and how little we can do about it. We&rsquo;re supposed to be pioneers. Eo calls us slaves. I just think we never try hard enough. Never take the big risks because of the old men.<br><br>&ldquo;Loran, shut up about the Laurel. Hit the gas and we&rsquo;ll miss all the bloodydamn Laurels to kingdom come, boy,&rdquo; Uncle Narol growls.<br><br>He&rsquo;s slurring. I can practically smell the drink through the comm. He wants to call a sensor team to cover his own ass. Or he&rsquo;s scared. The drunk was born pissing himself out of fear. Fear of what? Our overlords, the Golds? Their minions, the Grays? Who knows? Few people. Who cares? Even fewer. Actually, just one man cared for my uncle, and he died when my uncle pulled his feet.<br><br>My uncle is weak. He is cautious and immoderate in his drink, a pale shadow of my father. His blinks are long and hard, as though it pains him to open his eyes each time and see the world again. I don&rsquo;t trust him down here in the mines, or anywhere for that matter. But my mother would tell me to listen to him; she would remind me to respect my elders. Even though I am wed, even though I am the Helldiver of my clan, she would say that my &ldquo;blisters have not yet become calluses.&rdquo; I will obey, even though it is as maddening as the tickle of the sweat on my face.<br><br>&ldquo;Fine,&rdquo; I murmur.<br><br>I clench the drill fist and wait as my uncle calls it in from the safety of the chamber above the deep tunnel. This will take hours. I do the math. Eight hours till whistle call. To beat Gamma, I&rsquo;ve got to keep a rate of 156.5 kilos an hour. It&rsquo;ll take two and a half hours for the scanCrew to get here and do their deal, at best. So I&rsquo;ve got to pump out 227.6 kilos per hour after that. Impossible. But if I keep going and squab the tedious scan, it&rsquo;s ours.<br><br>I wonder if Uncle Narol and Barlow know how close we are. Probably. Probably just don&rsquo;t think anything is ever worth the risk. Probably think divine intervention will squab our chances. Gamma has the Laurel. That&rsquo;s the way things are and will ever be. We of Lambda just try to scrape by on our foodstuffs and meager comforts. No rising. No falling. Nothing is worth the risk of changing the hierarchy. My father found that out at the end of a rope.<br><br>Nothing is worth risking death. Against my chest, I feel the wedding band of hair and silk dangling from the cord around my neck and think of Eo&rsquo;s ribs.<br><br>I&rsquo;ll see a few more of the slender things through her skin this month. She&rsquo;ll go asking the Gamma families for scraps behind my back. I&rsquo;ll act like I don&rsquo;t know. But we&rsquo;ll still be hungry. I eat too much because I&rsquo;m sixteen and still growing tall; Eo lies and says she&rsquo;s never got much of an appetite. Some women sell themselves for food or luxuries to the Tinpots (Grays, to be technic about it), the Society&rsquo;s garrison troops of our little mining colony. She wouldn&rsquo;t sell her body to feed me. Would she? But then I think about it. I&rsquo;d do anything to feed her . . .<br><br>I look down over the edge of my drill. It&rsquo;s a long fall to the bottom of the hole I&rsquo;ve dug. Nothing but molten rock and hissing drills. But before I know what&rsquo;s what, I&rsquo;m out of my straps, scanner in hand and jumping down the hundred-meter drop toward the drill fingers. I kick back and forth between the vertical mineshaft&rsquo;s walls and the drill&rsquo;s long, vibrating body to slow my fall. I make sure I&rsquo;m not near a pitviper nest when I throw out an arm to catch myself on a gear just above the drill fingers. The ten drills glow with heat. The air shimmers and distorts. I feel the heat on my face, feel it stabbing my eyes, feel it ache in my belly and balls. Those drills will melt your bones if you&rsquo;re not careful. And I&rsquo;m not careful. Just nimble.<br><br>I lower myself hand over hand, going feetfirst between the drill fingers so that I can lower the scanner close enough to the gas pocket to get a reading. This was a mistake. Voices shout at me through the comm. I almost brush one of the drills as I finally lower myself close enough to the gas pocket. The scanner flickers in my hand as it takes its reading. My suit is bubbling and I smell something sweet and sharp, like burned syrup. To a Helldiver, it is the smell of death.\"},{\"id\":\"40456446T\",\"type\":\"Short Editorial\",\"linkText\":\"From Barnes & Noble\",\"typeId\":\"1008\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<P>In Mars' subterranean regions, 16-year-old Darrow works long exhausting hours as a miner. 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Today its message has grown more relevant than ever before.Guy Montag is a fireman. His job is to destroy the most illegal of commodities, the printed book, along with the houses in which they are hidden. Montag never questions the destruction and ruin his actions produce, returning each day to his bland life and wife, Mildred, who spends all day with her television “family.” But when he meets an eccentric young neighbor, Clarisse, who introduces him to a past where people didn’t live in fear and to a present where one sees the world through the ideas in books instead of the mindless chatter of television, Montag begins to question everything he has ever known.","<b>Nearly seventy years after its original publication, Ray Bradbury’s internationally acclaimed novel <i>Fahrenheit 451 </i>stands as a classic of world literature set in a bleak, dystopian future. Today its message has grown more relevant than ever before.</b><br><br>Guy Montag is a fireman. 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With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.<br><br>Montag grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back by flame.<br><br>He knew that when he returned to the firehouse, he might wink at himself, a minstrel man, burnt-corked, in the mirror. Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile still gripped by his face muscles, in the dark. It never went away, that smile, it never ever went away, as long as he remembered.<br><br>He hung up his black beetle-colored helmet and shined it; he hung his flameproof jacket neatly; he showered luxuriously, and then, whistling, hands in pockets, walked across the upper floor of the fire station and fell down the hole. At the last moment, when disaster seemed positive, he pulled his hands from his pockets and broke his fall by graspingthe golden pole. He slid to a squeaking halt, the heels one inch from the concrete floor downstairs.<br><br>He walked out of the fire station and along the midnight street toward the subway where the silent air-propelled train slid soundlessly down its lubricated flue in the earth and let him out with a great puff of warm air onto the cream-tiled escalator rising to the suburb.<br><br>Whistling, he let the escalator waft him into the still night air. He walked toward the corner, thinking little at all about nothing in particular. Before he reached the corner, however, he slowed as if a wind had sprung up from nowhere, as if someone had called his name.<br><br>The last few nights he had had the most uncertain feelings about the sidewalk just around the corner here, moving in the starlight toward his house. He had felt that a moment prior to his making the turn, someone had been there. The air seemed charged with a special calm as if someone had waited there, quietly, and only a moment before he came, simply turned to a shadow and let him through. Perhaps his nose detected a faint perfume, perhaps the skin on the backs of his hands, on his face, felt the temperature rise at this one spot where a person&#8217;s standing might raise the immediate atmosphere ten degrees for an instant. There was no understanding it. Each time he made the turn, he saw only the white, unused, buckling sidewalk, with perhaps, on one night, something vanishing swiftly across a lawn before he could focus his eyes or speak.<br><br>But now tonight, he slowed almost to a stop. His inner mind, reaching out to turn the corner for him, had heard the faintest whisper. Breathing? Or was the atmosphere compressed merely by someone standing very quietly there, waiting?<br><br>He turned the corner.<br><br>The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. Her head was half bent to watch her shoes stir the circling leaves. Her face was slender and milk-white, and in it was a kind of gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity. It was a look, almost, of pale surprise; the dark eyes were so fixed to the world that no move escaped them. Her dress was white and it whispered. He almost thought he heard the motion of her hands as she walked, and the infinitely small sound now, the white stir of her face turning when she discovered she was a moment away from a man who stood in the middle of the pavement waiting.<br><br>The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain. The girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back in surprise, but instead stood regarding Montag with eyes so dark and shining and alive that he felt he had said something quite wonderful. But he knew his mouth had only moved to say hello, and then when she seemed hypnotized by the salamander on his arm and the phoenix disc on his chest, he spoke again.<br><br>&#8220;Of course,&#8221; he said, &#8220;you&#8217;re our new neighbor, aren&#8217;t you?&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;And you must be&#8221;&#8212;she raised her eyes from his professional symbols &#8220;&#8212;the fireman.&#8221; Her voice trailed off.<br><br>&#8220;How oddly you say that.&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;I&#8217;d&#8212;I&#8217;d have known it with my eyes shut,&#8221; she said, slowly.<br><br>&#8220;What&#8212;the smell of kerosene? My wife always complains,&#8221; he laughed. &#8220;You never wash it off completely.&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;No, you don&#8217;t,&#8221; she said, in awe.<br><br>He felt she was walking in a circle about him, turning him end for end, shaking him quietly, and emptying his pockets, without once moving herself.<br><br>&#8220;Kerosene,&#8221; he said, because the silence had lengthened, &#8220;is nothing but perfume to me.&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;Does it seem like that, really?&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;Of course. Why not?&#8221;<br><br>She gave herself time to think of it. &#8220;I don&#8217;t know.&#8221; She turned to face the sidewalk going toward their homes. &#8220;Do you mind if I walk back with you? I&#8217;m Clarisse McClellan.&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;Clarisse. Guy Montag. Come along. What are you doing out so late wandering around? How old are you?&#8221;<br><br>They walked in the warm-cool blowing night on the silvered pavement and there was the faintest breath of fresh apricots and strawberries in the air, and he looked around and realized this was quite impossible, so late in the year.<br><br>There was only the girl walking with him now, her face bright as snow in the moonlight, and he knew she was working his questions around, seeking the best answers she could possibly give.<br><br>&#8220;Well,&#8221; she said, &#8220;I&#8217;m seventeen and I&#8217;m crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane. Isn&#8217;t this a nice time of night to walk? I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise.&#8221;<br><br>They walked on again in silence and finally she said, thoughtfully, &#8220;You know, I&#8217;m not afraid of you at all.&#8221;<br><br>He was surprised. &#8220;Why should you be?&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;So many people are. Afraid of firemen, I mean. But you&#8217;re just a man, after all . . .&#8221;<br><br>He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact. Her face, turned to him now, was fragile milk crystal with a soft and constant light in it. It was not the hysterical light of electricity but&#8212;what? But the strangely comfortable and rare and gently flattering light of the candle. One time, as a child, in a power failure, his mother had found and lit a last candle and there had been a brief hour of rediscovery, of such illumination that space lost its vast dimensions and grew comfortably around them, and they, mother and son, alone, transformed, hoping that the power might not come on again too soon . . .<br><br>And then Clarisse McClellan said:<br><br>&#8220;Do you mind if I ask? How long&#8217;ve you worked at being a fireman?&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;Since I was twenty, ten years ago.&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;Do you ever read any of the books you burn?&#8221;<br><br>He laughed. &#8220;That&#8217;s against the law!&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;Oh. Of course.&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;It&#8217;s fine work. Monday burn Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner, burn &#8217;em to ashes, then burn the ashes. That&#8217;s our official slogan.&#8221;<br><br>They walked still farther and the girl said, &#8220;Is it true that long ago firemen put fires out instead of going to start them?&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;No. Houses have always been fireproof, take my word for it.&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;Strange. I heard once that a long time ago houses used to burn by accident and they needed firemen to stop the flames.&#8221;<br><br>He laughed.<br><br>She glanced quickly over. &#8220;Why are you laughing?&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know.&#8221; He started to laugh again and stopped. &#8220;Why?&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;You laugh when I haven&#8217;t been funny and you answer right off. You never stop to think what I&#8217;ve asked you.&#8221;<br><br>He stopped walking. &#8220;You are an odd one,&#8221; he said, looking at her. &#8220;Haven&#8217;t you any respect?&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;I don&#8217;t mean to be insulting. It&#8217;s just I love to watch people too much, I guess.&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;Well, doesn&#8217;t this mean anything to you?&#8221; He tapped the numerals 451 stitched on his char-colored sleeve.<br><br>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; she whispered. She increased her pace. &#8220;Have you ever watched the jet cars racing on the boulevards down that way?&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;You&#8217;re changing the subject!&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;I sometimes think drivers don&#8217;t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly,&#8221; she said. &#8220;If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he&#8217;d say, that&#8217;s grass! A pink blur! That&#8217;s a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn&#8217;t that funny, and sad, too?&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;You think too many things,&#8221; said Montag, uneasily.<br><br>&#8220;I rarely watch the &#8216;parlor walls&#8217; or go to races or Fun Parks. So I&#8217;ve lots of time for crazy thoughts, I guess. Have you seen the two hundred-foot-long billboards in the country beyond town? Did you know that once billboards were only twenty feet long? But cars started rushing by so quickly they had to stretch the advertising out so it would last.&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;I didn&#8217;t know that!&#8221; Montag laughed abruptly.<br><br>&#8220;Bet I know something else you don&#8217;t. There&#8217;s dew on the grass in the morning.&#8221;<br><br>He suddenly couldn&#8217;t remember if he had known this or not, and it made him quite irritable.<br><br>&#8220;And if you look&#8221;&#8212;she nodded at the sky&#8212;&#8220;there&#8217;s a man in the moon.&#8221;<br><br>He hadn&#8217;t looked for a long time.<br><br>They walked the rest of the way in silence, hers thoughtful, his a kind of clenching and uncomfortable silence in which he shot her accusing glances. When they reached her house all its lights were blazing.<br><br>&#8220;What&#8217;s going on?&#8221; Montag had rarely seen that many house lights.<br><br>&#8220;Oh, just my mother and father and uncle sitting around, talking. It&#8217;s like being a pedestrian, only rarer. My uncle was arrested another time&#8212;did I tell you?&#8212;for being a pedestrian. Oh, we&#8217;re most peculiar.&#8221;<br><br>&#8220;But what do you talk about?&#8221;<br><br>She laughed at this. &#8220;Good night!&#8221; She started up her walk. Then she seemed to remember something and came back to look at him with wonder and curiosity. &#8220;Are you happy?&#8221; she said.<br><br>&#8220;Am I what?&#8221; he cried.<br><br>But she was gone&#8212;running in the moonlight. Her front door shut gently.<br><br>&#8220;Happy! Of all the nonsense.&#8221;<br><br>He stopped laughing.<br><br>He put his hand into the glove hole of his front door and let it know his touch. The front door slid open.<br><br>Of course I&#8217;m happy. What does she think? I&#8217;m not? he asked the quiet rooms. He stood looking up at the ventilator grille in the hall and suddenly remembered that something lay hidden behind the grille, something that seemed to peer down at him now. He moved his eyes quickly away.<br><br>What a strange meeting on a strange night. He remembered nothing like it save one afternoon a year ago when he had met an old man in the park and they had talked . . .<br><br>Montag shook his head. He looked at a blank wall. The girl&#8217;s face was there, really quite beautiful in memory: astonishing, in fact. She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it had to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.<br><br>&#8220;What?&#8221; asked Montag of the other self, the subconscious idiot that ran babbling at times, quite independent of will, habit, and conscience.<br><br>He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who refracted your own light to you? People were more often&#8212;he searched for a simile, found one in his work&#8212;torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people&#8217;s faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?<br><br>What incredible power of identification the girl had; she was like the eager watcher of a marionette show, anticipating each flicker of an eyelid, each gesture of his hand, each flick of a finger, the moment before it began. How long had they walked together? Three minutes? Five? Yet how large that time seemed now. How immense a figure she was on the stage before him; what a shadow she threw on the wall with her slender body! He felt that if his eye itched, she might blink. And if the muscles of his jaws stretched imperceptibly, she would yawn long before he would.<br><br>Why, he thought, now that I think of it, she almost seemed to be waiting for me there, in the street, so damned late at night . . .<br><br>He opened the bedroom door.<br><br>It was like coming into the cold marbled room of a mausoleum after the moon has set. Complete darkness, not a hint of the silver world outside, the windows tightly shut, the chamber a tomb world where no sound from the great city could penetrate. The room was not empty.<br><br>He listened.<br><br>The little mosquito-delicate dancing hum in the<br><br><br></p>Copyright 1987 by Ray Bradbury  \"},{\"id\":\"119729593T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Fahrenheit 451  <strong><a></a><a></a>Introduction</strong> <br>Sometimes writers write about a world that does not yet exist. We do it for a hundred reasons. (Because it’s good to look forward, not back. Because we need to illuminate a path we hope or we fear humanity will take. Because the world of the future seems more enticing or more interesting than the world of today. Because we need to warn you. To encourage. To examine. To imagine.) The reasons for writing about the day after tomorrow, and all the tomorrows that follow it, are as many and as varied as the people writing.<br> <br>This is a book of warning. It is a reminder that what we have is valuable, and that sometimes we take what we value for granted.<br> <br>There are three phrases that make possible the world of writing about the world of not-yet (you can call it science fiction or speculative fiction; you can call it anything you wish) and they are simple phrases:<br> <br>What if . . . ?<br> <br>If only . . .<br> <br>If this goes on . . .<br> <br>“What if . . . ?” gives us change, a departure from our lives. (What if aliens landed tomorrow and gave us everything we wanted, but at a price?)<br> <br>“If only . . .” lets us explore the glories and dangers of tomorrow. (If only dogs could talk. If only I were invisible.)<br> <br>“If this goes on . . .” is the most predictive of the three, although it doesn’t try to predict an actual future with all its messy confusion. Instead, “If this goes on . . .” fiction takes an element of life today, something clear and obvious and normally something troubling, and asks what would happen if that thing, that <a></a>one thing, became bigger, became all-pervasive, changed the way we thought and behaved. (If this goes on, all communication everywhere will be through text messages or computers, and direct speech between two people, without a machine, will be outlawed.)<br> <br>It’s a cautionary question, and it lets us explore cautionary worlds.<br> <br>People think—wrongly—that speculative fiction is about predicting the future, but it isn’t; or if it is, it tends to do a rotten job of it. Futures are huge things that come with many elements and a billion variables, and the human race has a habit of listening to predictions for what the future will bring and then doing something quite different.<br> <br>What speculative fiction is really good at is not the future but the present—taking an aspect of it that troubles or is dangerous, and extending and extrapolating that aspect into something that allows the people of that time to see what they are doing from a different angle and from a different place. It’s cautionary.<br> <br>Fahrenheit 451 is speculative fiction. It’s an “If this goes on . . .” story. Ray Bradbury was writing about his present, which is our past. He was warning us about things; some of those things are obvious, and some of them, half a century later, are harder to see.<br> <br>Listen.<br> <br>If someone tells you what a story is about, they are probably right.<br> <br>If they tell you that that is all the story is about, they are very definitely wrong.<br> <br>Any story is about a host of things. It is about the author; it is about the world the author sees and deals with and lives in; it is about the words chosen and the way those words are deployed; it is about the story itself and what happens in the story; it is about the people in the story; it is polemic; it is opinion.<br> <br>An author’s opinions of what a story is about are always valid <a></a>and are always true: the author was there, after all, when the book was written. She came up with each word and knows why she used that word instead of another. But an author is a creature of her time, and even she cannot see everything that her book is about.<br> <br>More than half a century has passed since 1953. In America in 1953, the comparatively recent medium of radio was already severely on the wane—its reign had lasted about thirty years, but now the exciting new medium of television had come into ascendancy, and the dramas and comedies of radio were either ending for good or reinventing themselves with a visual track on the “idiot box.”<br> <br>The news channels in America warned of juvenile delinquents—teenagers in cars who drove dangerously and lived for kicks. The Cold War was going on—a war between Russia and its allies and America and its allies in which nobody dropped bombs or fired bullets because a dropped bomb could tip the world into a Third World War, a nuclear war from which it would never return. The senate was holding hearings to root out hidden Communists and taking steps to stamp out comic books. And whole families were gathering around the television in the evenings.<br> <br>The joke in the 1950s went that in the old days you could tell who was home by seeing if the lights were on; now you knew who was home by seeing who had their lights off. The televisions were small and the pictures were in black and white and you needed to turn off the light to get a good picture.<br> <br>“If this goes on . . .” thought Ray Bradbury, “nobody will read books anymore,” and Fahrenheit 451 began. He had written a short story once called “The Pedestrian,” about a man who is incarcerated by the police after he is stopped simply for walking. That story became part of the world he was building, and seventeen-year-old Clarisse McLellan becomes a pedestrian in a world where nobody walks.<br> <br>“What if . . . firemen burned down houses instead of saving <a></a>them?” Bradbury thought, and now he had his way in to the story. He had a fireman named Guy Montag, who saved a book from the flames instead of burning it.<br> <br>“If only . . . books could be saved,” he thought. If you destroy all the physical books, how can you still save them?<br> <br>Bradbury wrote a story called “The Fireman.” The story demanded to be longer. The world he had created demanded more.<br> <br>He went to UCLA’s Powell Library. In the basement were typewriters you could rent by the hour, by putting coins into a box on the side of the typewriter. Ray Bradbury put his money into the box and typed his story. When inspiration flagged, when he needed a boost, when he wanted to stretch his legs, he would walk through the library and look at the books.<br> <br>And then his story was done.<br> <br>He called the Los Angeles fire department and asked them at what temperature paper burned. Fahrenheit 451, somebody told him. He had his title. It didn’t matter if it was true or not.<br> <br>The book was published and acclaimed. People loved the book, and they argued about it. It was a novel about censorship, they said, about mind control, about humanity. About government control of our lives. About books.<br> <br>It was filmed by Francois Truffaut, although the film’s ending seems darker than Bradbury’s, as if the remembering of books is perhaps not the safety net that Bradbury imagines, but is in itself another dead end.<br> <br>I read Fahrenheit 451 as a boy: I did not understand Guy Montag, did not understand why he did what he did, but I understood the love of books that drove him. Books were the most important things in my life. The huge wall-screen televisions were as futuristic and implausible as the idea that people on the television would talk to me, that I could take part if I had a script. Fahrenheit <a></a>was never a favorite book: it was too dark, too bleak for that. But when I read a story called “Usher II” in The Silver Locusts (the UK title for The Martian Chronicles), I recognized the world of outlawed authors and imagination with a fierce sort of familiar joy.<br> <br>When I reread it as a teenager, Fahrenheit 451 had become a book about independence, about thinking for yourself. It was about treasuring books and the dissent inside the covers of books. It was about how we as humans begin by burning books and end by burning people.<br> <br>Rereading it as an adult, I find myself marveling at the book once more. It is all of those things, yes, but it is also a period piece. The four-wall television being described is the television of the 1950s: variety shows with symphony orchestras and low-brow comedians, and soap operas. The world of fast-driving, crazy teenagers out for kicks, of an endless cold war that sometimes goes hot, of wives who appear to have no jobs or identities save for their husbands’, of bad men being chased by hounds (even mechanical hounds) is a world that feels like it has its roots firmly in the 1950s.<br> <br>A young reader finding this book today, or the day after tomorrow, is going to have to imagine first a past, and then a future that belongs to that past.<br> <br>But still, the heart of the book remains untouched, and the questions Bradbury raises remain as valid and important.<br> <br>Why do we need the things in books? The poems, the essays, the stories? Authors disagree. Authors are human and fallible and foolish. Stories are lies after all, tales of people who never existed and the things that never actually happened to them. Why should we read them? Why should we care?<br> <br>The teller and the tale are very different. We must not forget that.<br> <br>Ideas—written ideas—are special. They are the way we transmit <a></a>our stories and our thoughts from one generation to the next. If we lose them, we lose our shared history. We lose much of what makes us human. And fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.<br> <br>I knew Ray Bradbury for the last thirty years of his life, and I was so lucky. He was funny and gentle and always (even at the end, when he was so old he was blind and wheelchair-bound, even then) enthusiastic. He cared, completely and utterly, about things. He cared about toys and childhood and films. He cared about books. He cared about stories.<br> <br>This is a book about caring for things. It’s a love letter to books, but I think, just as much, it’s a love letter to people, and a love letter to the world of Waukegan, Illinois, in the 1920s, the world in which Ray Bradbury had grown up and which he immortalized as Green Town in his book of childhood, Dandelion Wine.<br> <br>As I said when we began: If someone tells you what a story is about, they are probably right. If they tell you that that is all the story is about, they are probably wrong. So any of the things I have told you about Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury’s remarkable book of warning, will be incomplete. It is about these things, yes. But it is about more than that. It is about what you find between its pages.<br> <br>(As a final note, in these days when we worry and we argue about whether ebooks are real books, I love how broad Ray Bradbury’s definition of a book is at the end, when he points out that we should not judge our books by their covers, and that some books exist between covers that are perfectly people-shaped.)<br> <br>—Neil Gaiman<br> <br>April 2013\"},{\"id\":\"68637823T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<h4>Fahrenheit 451 </h4>Sometimes writers write about a world that does not yet exist. We do it for a hundred reasons. (Because it&rsquo;s good to look forward, not back. Because we need to illuminate a path we hope or we fear humanity will take. Because the world of the future seems more enticing or more interesting than the world of today. Because we need to warn you. To encourage. To examine. To imagine.) The reasons for writing about the day after tomorrow, and all the tomorrows that follow it, are as many and as varied as the people writing.<BR> <BR>This is a book of warning. It is a reminder that what we have is valuable, and that sometimes we take what we value for granted.<BR> <BR>There are three phrases that make possible the world of writing about the world of not-yet (you can call it science fiction or speculative fiction; you can call it anything you wish) and they are simple phrases&#58;<BR> <BR>What if . . . &#63;<BR> <BR>If only . . .<BR> <BR>If this goes on . . .<BR> <BR>&ldquo;What if . . . &#63;&rdquo; gives us change, a departure from our lives. (What if aliens landed tomorrow and gave us everything we wanted, but at a price?)<BR> <BR>&ldquo;If only . . .&rdquo; lets us explore the glories and dangers of tomorrow. (If only dogs could talk. If only I were invisible.)<BR> <BR>&ldquo;If this goes on . . .&rdquo; is the most predictive of the three, although it doesn&rsquo;t try to predict an actual future with all its messy confusion. Instead, &ldquo;If this goes on . . .&rdquo; fiction takes an element of life today, something clear and obvious and normally something troubling, and asks what would happen if that thing, that one thing, became bigger, became all-pervasive, changed the way we thought and behaved. (If this goes on, all communication everywhere will be through text messages or computers, and direct speech between two people, without a machine, will be outlawed.)<BR> <BR>It&rsquo;s a cautionary question, and it lets us explore cautionary worlds.<BR> <BR>People think&#8212;wrongly&#8212;that speculative fiction is about predicting the future, but it isn&rsquo;t; or if it is, it tends to do a rotten job of it. Futures are huge things that come with many elements and a billion variables, and the human race has a habit of listening to predictions for what the future will bring and then doing something quite different.<BR> <BR>What speculative fiction is really good at is not the future but the present&#8212;taking an aspect of it that troubles or is dangerous, and extending and extrapolating that aspect into something that allows the people of that time to see what they are doing from a different angle and from a different place. It&rsquo;s cautionary.<BR> <BR>Fahrenheit 451 is speculative fiction. It&rsquo;s an &ldquo;If this goes on . . .&rdquo; story. Ray Bradbury was writing about his present, which is our past. He was warning us about things; some of those things are obvious, and some of them, half a century later, are harder to see.<BR> <BR>Listen.<BR> <BR>If someone tells you what a story is about, they are probably right.<BR> <BR>If they tell you that that is all the story is about, they are very definitely wrong.<BR> <BR>Any story is about a host of things. It is about the author; it is about the world the author sees and deals with and lives in; it is about the words chosen and the way those words are deployed; it is about the story itself and what happens in the story; it is about the people in the story; it is polemic; it is opinion.<BR> <BR>An author&rsquo;s opinions of what a story is about are always valid and are always true&#58; the author was there, after all, when the book was written. She came up with each word and knows why she used that word instead of another. But an author is a creature of her time, and even she cannot see everything that her book is about.<BR> <BR>More than half a century has passed since 1953. In America in 1953, the comparatively recent medium of radio was already severely on the wane&#8212;its reign had lasted about thirty years, but now the exciting new medium of television had come into ascendancy, and the dramas and comedies of radio were either ending for good or reinventing themselves with a visual track on the &ldquo;idiot box.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The news channels in America warned of juvenile delinquents&#8212;teenagers in cars who drove dangerously and lived for kicks. The Cold War was going on&#8212;a war between Russia and its allies and America and its allies in which nobody dropped bombs or fired bullets because a dropped bomb could tip the world into a Third World War, a nuclear war from which it would never return. The senate was holding hearings to root out hidden Communists and taking steps to stamp out comic books. And whole families were gathering around the television in the evenings.<BR> <BR>The joke in the 1950s went that in the old days you could tell who was home by seeing if the lights were on; now you knew who was home by seeing who had their lights off. The televisions were small and the pictures were in black and white and you needed to turn off the light to get a good picture.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;If this goes on . . .&rdquo; thought Ray Bradbury, &ldquo;nobody will read books anymore,&rdquo; and Fahrenheit 451 began. He had written a short story once called &ldquo;The Pedestrian,&rdquo; about a man who is incarcerated by the police after he is stopped simply for walking. That story became part of the world he was building, and seventeen-year-old Clarisse McLellan becomes a pedestrian in a world where nobody walks.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;What if . . . firemen burned down houses instead of saving them?&rdquo; Bradbury thought, and now he had his way in to the story. He had a fireman named Guy Montag, who saved a book from the flames instead of burning it.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;If only . . . books could be saved,&rdquo; he thought. If you destroy all the physical books, how can you still save them?<BR> <BR>Bradbury wrote a story called &ldquo;The Fireman.&rdquo; The story demanded to be longer. The world he had created demanded more.<BR> <BR>He went to UCLA&rsquo;s Powell Library. In the basement were typewriters you could rent by the hour, by putting coins into a box on the side of the typewriter. Ray Bradbury put his money into the box and typed his story. When inspiration flagged, when he needed a boost, when he wanted to stretch his legs, he would walk through the library and look at the books.<BR> <BR>And then his story was done.<BR> <BR>He called the Los Angeles fire department and asked them at what temperature paper burned. Fahrenheit 451, somebody told him. He had his title. It didn&rsquo;t matter if it was true or not.<BR> <BR>The book was published and acclaimed. People loved the book, and they argued about it. It was a novel about censorship, they said, about mind control, about humanity. About government control of our lives. About books.<BR> <BR>It was filmed by Francois Truffaut, although the film&rsquo;s ending seems darker than Bradbury&rsquo;s, as if the remembering of books is perhaps not the safety net that Bradbury imagines, but is in itself another dead end.<BR> <BR>I read Fahrenheit 451 as a boy&#58; I did not understand Guy Montag, did not understand why he did what he did, but I understood the love of books that drove him. Books were the most important things in my life. The huge wall-screen televisions were as futuristic and implausible as the idea that people on the television would talk to me, that I could take part if I had a script. Fahrenheit was never a favorite book&#58; it was too dark, too bleak for that. But when I read a story called &ldquo;Usher II&rdquo; in The Silver Locusts (the UK title for The Martian Chronicles), I recognized the world of outlawed authors and imagination with a fierce sort of familiar joy.<BR> <BR>When I reread it as a teenager, Fahrenheit 451 had become a book about independence, about thinking for yourself. It was about treasuring books and the dissent inside the covers of books. It was about how we as humans begin by burning books and end by burning people.<BR> <BR>Rereading it as an adult, I find myself marveling at the book once more. It is all of those things, yes, but it is also a period piece. The four-wall television being described is the television of the 1950s&#58; variety shows with symphony orchestras and low-brow comedians, and soap operas. The world of fast-driving, crazy teenagers out for kicks, of an endless cold war that sometimes goes hot, of wives who appear to have no jobs or identities save for their husbands&rsquo;, of bad men being chased by hounds (even mechanical hounds) is a world that feels like it has its roots firmly in the 1950s.<BR> <BR>A young reader finding this book today, or the day after tomorrow, is going to have to imagine first a past, and then a future that belongs to that past.<BR> <BR>But still, the heart of the book remains untouched, and the questions Bradbury raises remain as valid and important.<BR> <BR>Why do we need the things in books? The poems, the essays, the stories? Authors disagree. Authors are human and fallible and foolish. Stories are lies after all, tales of people who never existed and the things that never actually happened to them. Why should we read them? Why should we care?<BR> <BR>The teller and the tale are very different. We must not forget that.<BR> <BR>Ideas&#8212;written ideas&#8212;are special. They are the way we transmit our stories and our thoughts from one generation to the next. If we lose them, we lose our shared history. We lose much of what makes us human. And fiction gives us empathy&#58; it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.<BR> <BR>I knew Ray Bradbury for the last thirty years of his life, and I was so lucky. He was funny and gentle and always (even at the end, when he was so old he was blind and wheelchair-bound, even then) enthusiastic. He cared, completely and utterly, about things. He cared about toys and childhood and films. He cared about books. He cared about stories.<BR> <BR>This is a book about caring for things. It&rsquo;s a love letter to books, but I think, just as much, it&rsquo;s a love letter to people, and a love letter to the world of Waukegan, Illinois, in the 1920s, the world in which Ray Bradbury had grown up and which he immortalized as Green Town in his book of childhood, Dandelion Wine.<BR> <BR>As I said when we began&#58; If someone tells you what a story is about, they are probably right. If they tell you that that is all the story is about, they are probably wrong. So any of the things I have told you about Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury&rsquo;s remarkable book of warning, will be incomplete. It is about these things, yes. But it is about more than that. It is about what you find between its pages.<BR> <BR>(As a final note, in these days when we worry and we argue about whether ebooks are real books, I love how broad Ray Bradbury&rsquo;s definition of a book is at the end, when he points out that we should not judge our books by their covers, and that some books exist between covers that are perfectly people-shaped.)<BR> <BR>&#8212;Neil Gaiman<BR> <BR>April 2013\"},{\"id\":\"6247232T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"Fahrenheit 451   <BR>Sometimes writers write about a world that does not yet exist. We do it for a hundred reasons. (Because it&rsquo;s good to look forward, not back. Because we need to illuminate a path we hope or we fear humanity will take. Because the world of the future seems more enticing or more interesting than the world of today. Because we need to warn you. To encourage. To examine. To imagine.) The reasons for writing about the day after tomorrow, and all the tomorrows that follow it, are as many and as varied as the people writing.<BR> <BR>This is a book of warning. It is a reminder that what we have is valuable, and that sometimes we take what we value for granted.<BR> <BR>There are three phrases that make possible the world of writing about the world of not-yet (you can call it science fiction or speculative fiction; you can call it anything you wish) and they are simple phrases&#58;<BR> <BR>What if . . . &#63;<BR> <BR>If only . . .<BR> <BR>If this goes on . . .<BR> <BR>&ldquo;What if . . . &#63;&rdquo; gives us change, a departure from our lives. (What if aliens landed tomorrow and gave us everything we wanted, but at a price?)<BR> <BR>&ldquo;If only . . .&rdquo; lets us explore the glories and dangers of tomorrow. (If only dogs could talk. If only I were invisible.)<BR> <BR>&ldquo;If this goes on . . .&rdquo; is the most predictive of the three, although it doesn&rsquo;t try to predict an actual future with all its messy confusion. Instead, &ldquo;If this goes on . . .&rdquo; fiction takes an element of life today, something clear and obvious and normally something troubling, and asks what would happen if that thing, that one thing, became bigger, became all-pervasive, changed the way we thought and behaved. (If this goes on, all communication everywhere will be through text messages or computers, and direct speech between two people, without a machine, will be outlawed.)<BR> <BR>It&rsquo;s a cautionary question, and it lets us explore cautionary worlds.<BR> <BR>People think&#8212;wrongly&#8212;that speculative fiction is about predicting the future, but it isn&rsquo;t; or if it is, it tends to do a rotten job of it. Futures are huge things that come with many elements and a billion variables, and the human race has a habit of listening to predictions for what the future will bring and then doing something quite different.<BR> <BR>What speculative fiction is really good at is not the future but the present&#8212;taking an aspect of it that troubles or is dangerous, and extending and extrapolating that aspect into something that allows the people of that time to see what they are doing from a different angle and from a different place. It&rsquo;s cautionary.<BR> <BR>Fahrenheit 451 is speculative fiction. It&rsquo;s an &ldquo;If this goes on . . .&rdquo; story. Ray Bradbury was writing about his present, which is our past. He was warning us about things; some of those things are obvious, and some of them, half a century later, are harder to see.<BR> <BR>Listen.<BR> <BR>If someone tells you what a story is about, they are probably right.<BR> <BR>If they tell you that that is all the story is about, they are very definitely wrong.<BR> <BR>Any story is about a host of things. It is about the author; it is about the world the author sees and deals with and lives in; it is about the words chosen and the way those words are deployed; it is about the story itself and what happens in the story; it is about the people in the story; it is polemic; it is opinion.<BR> <BR>An author&rsquo;s opinions of what a story is about are always valid and are always true&#58; the author was there, after all, when the book was written. She came up with each word and knows why she used that word instead of another. But an author is a creature of her time, and even she cannot see everything that her book is about.<BR> <BR>More than half a century has passed since 1953. In America in 1953, the comparatively recent medium of radio was already severely on the wane&#8212;its reign had lasted about thirty years, but now the exciting new medium of television had come into ascendancy, and the dramas and comedies of radio were either ending for good or reinventing themselves with a visual track on the &ldquo;idiot box.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The news channels in America warned of juvenile delinquents&#8212;teenagers in cars who drove dangerously and lived for kicks. The Cold War was going on&#8212;a war between Russia and its allies and America and its allies in which nobody dropped bombs or fired bullets because a dropped bomb could tip the world into a Third World War, a nuclear war from which it would never return. The senate was holding hearings to root out hidden Communists and taking steps to stamp out comic books. And whole families were gathering around the television in the evenings.<BR> <BR>The joke in the 1950s went that in the old days you could tell who was home by seeing if the lights were on; now you knew who was home by seeing who had their lights off. The televisions were small and the pictures were in black and white and you needed to turn off the light to get a good picture.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;If this goes on . . .&rdquo; thought Ray Bradbury, &ldquo;nobody will read books anymore,&rdquo; and Fahrenheit 451 began. He had written a short story once called &ldquo;The Pedestrian,&rdquo; about a man who is incarcerated by the police after he is stopped simply for walking. That story became part of the world he was building, and seventeen-year-old Clarisse McLellan becomes a pedestrian in a world where nobody walks.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;What if . . . firemen burned down houses instead of saving them?&rdquo; Bradbury thought, and now he had his way in to the story. He had a fireman named Guy Montag, who saved a book from the flames instead of burning it.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;If only . . . books could be saved,&rdquo; he thought. If you destroy all the physical books, how can you still save them?<BR> <BR>Bradbury wrote a story called &ldquo;The Fireman.&rdquo; The story demanded to be longer. The world he had created demanded more.<BR> <BR>He went to UCLA&rsquo;s Powell Library. In the basement were typewriters you could rent by the hour, by putting coins into a box on the side of the typewriter. Ray Bradbury put his money into the box and typed his story. When inspiration flagged, when he needed a boost, when he wanted to stretch his legs, he would walk through the library and look at the books.<BR> <BR>And then his story was done.<BR> <BR>He called the Los Angeles fire department and asked them at what temperature paper burned. Fahrenheit 451, somebody told him. He had his title. It didn&rsquo;t matter if it was true or not.<BR> <BR>The book was published and acclaimed. People loved the book, and they argued about it. It was a novel about censorship, they said, about mind control, about humanity. About government control of our lives. About books.<BR> <BR>It was filmed by Francois Truffaut, although the film&rsquo;s ending seems darker than Bradbury&rsquo;s, as if the remembering of books is perhaps not the safety net that Bradbury imagines, but is in itself another dead end.<BR> <BR>I read Fahrenheit 451 as a boy&#58; I did not understand Guy Montag, did not understand why he did what he did, but I understood the love of books that drove him. Books were the most important things in my life. The huge wall-screen televisions were as futuristic and implausible as the idea that people on the television would talk to me, that I could take part if I had a script. Fahrenheit was never a favorite book&#58; it was too dark, too bleak for that. But when I read a story called &ldquo;Usher II&rdquo; in The Silver Locusts (the UK title for The Martian Chronicles), I recognized the world of outlawed authors and imagination with a fierce sort of familiar joy.<BR> <BR>When I reread it as a teenager, Fahrenheit 451 had become a book about independence, about thinking for yourself. It was about treasuring books and the dissent inside the covers of books. It was about how we as humans begin by burning books and end by burning people.<BR> <BR>Rereading it as an adult, I find myself marveling at the book once more. It is all of those things, yes, but it is also a period piece. The four-wall television being described is the television of the 1950s&#58; variety shows with symphony orchestras and low-brow comedians, and soap operas. The world of fast-driving, crazy teenagers out for kicks, of an endless cold war that sometimes goes hot, of wives who appear to have no jobs or identities save for their husbands&rsquo;, of bad men being chased by hounds (even mechanical hounds) is a world that feels like it has its roots firmly in the 1950s.<BR> <BR>A young reader finding this book today, or the day after tomorrow, is going to have to imagine first a past, and then a future that belongs to that past.<BR> <BR>But still, the heart of the book remains untouched, and the questions Bradbury raises remain as valid and important.<BR> <BR>Why do we need the things in books? The poems, the essays, the stories? Authors disagree. Authors are human and fallible and foolish. Stories are lies after all, tales of people who never existed and the things that never actually happened to them. Why should we read them? Why should we care?<BR> <BR>The teller and the tale are very different. We must not forget that.<BR> <BR>Ideas&#8212;written ideas&#8212;are special. They are the way we transmit our stories and our thoughts from one generation to the next. If we lose them, we lose our shared history. We lose much of what makes us human. And fiction gives us empathy&#58; it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.<BR> <BR>I knew Ray Bradbury for the last thirty years of his life, and I was so lucky. He was funny and gentle and always (even at the end, when he was so old he was blind and wheelchair-bound, even then) enthusiastic. He cared, completely and utterly, about things. He cared about toys and childhood and films. He cared about books. He cared about stories.<BR> <BR>This is a book about caring for things. It&rsquo;s a love letter to books, but I think, just as much, it&rsquo;s a love letter to people, and a love letter to the world of Waukegan, Illinois, in the 1920s, the world in which Ray Bradbury had grown up and which he immortalized as Green Town in his book of childhood, Dandelion Wine.<BR> <BR>As I said when we began&#58; If someone tells you what a story is about, they are probably right. If they tell you that that is all the story is about, they are probably wrong. So any of the things I have told you about Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury&rsquo;s remarkable book of warning, will be incomplete. It is about these things, yes. But it is about more than that. It is about what you find between its pages.<BR> <BR>(As a final note, in these days when we worry and we argue about whether ebooks are real books, I love how broad Ray Bradbury&rsquo;s definition of a book is at the end, when he points out that we should not judge our books by their covers, and that some books exist between covers that are perfectly people-shaped.)<BR> <BR>&#8212;Neil Gaiman<BR> <BR>April 2013\"},{\"id\":\"132613366T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"A masterpiece . . . A glorious American classic everyone should read: It's life-changing if you read it as a teen, and still stunning when you reread it as an adult.\\\" --Alice Hoffman, <i>The Boston Globe</i><br/><br/>\\\"Brilliant . . . Startling and ingenious . . . Mr. Bradbury's account of this insane world, which bears many alarming resemblances to our own, is fascinating.\\\" --Orville Prescott, <i>The New York Times</i><br/><br/>\\\"One of this country's most beloved writers . . . A great storyteller, sometimes even a mythmaker, a true American classic.\\\" --Michael Dirda, <i>The Washington Post</i><br/><br/>\\\"The sheer lift and power of a truly original imagination exhilarates . . . His is a very great and unusual talent.\\\" --Christopher Isherwood, <i>Tomorrow</i>\"},{\"id\":\"6247240T\",\"type\":\"Short Editorial\",\"linkText\":\"From Barnes & Noble\",\"typeId\":\"1008\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"bn.com\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>The Barnes & Noble Review</b><br><i>Fahrenheit 451</i> is set in a grim alternate-future setting ruled by a tyrannical government in which firemen as we understand them no longer exist: Here, firemen don't douse fires, they ignite them. And they do this specifically in homes that house the most evil of evils: books.     <p>Books are illegal in Bradbury's world, but books are not what his fictional -- yet extremely plausible -- government fears: They fear the <i>knowledge</i> one pulls from books. Through the government's incessant preaching, the inhabitants of this place have come to loathe books and fear those who keep and attempt to read them. They see such people as eccentric, dangerous, and threatening to the tranquility of their state.     <p>But one day a fireman named Montag meets a young girl who demonstrates to him the beauty of books, of knowledge, of conceiving and sharing ideas; she wakes him up, changing his life forever. When Montag's previously held ideology comes crashing down around him, he is forced to reconsider the meaning of his existence and the part he plays. After Montag discovers that \\\"all <i>isn't</i> well with the world,\\\" he sets out to make things right.    <p>A brilliant and frightening novel, <i>Fahrenheit 451</i> is <i>the</i> classic narrative about censorship; utterly chilling in its implications, Ray Bradbury's masterwork captivates thousands of new readers each year. <i>(Andrew LeCount)</i>      \"},{\"id\":\"119725216T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"“Brilliant . . . Startling and ingenious . . . Mr. Bradbury’s account of this insane world, which bears many alarming resemblances to our own, is fascinating.” —Orville Prescott, <i>The New York Times</i><br/><br/>“A masterpiece . . . A glorious American classic everyone should read: It’s life-changing if you read it as a teen, and still stunning when you reread it as an adult.” —Alice Hoffman, <i>The Boston Globe</i><br/><br/>“One of this country’s most beloved writers . . . A great storyteller, sometimes even a mythmaker, a true American classic.” —Michael Dirda, <i>The Washington Post</i>\"},{\"id\":\"85967080T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p><i>Fahrenheit 451</i> is an essential read for everyone. Bradbury’s disturbing dystopian novel stresses the dangers of willful ignorance and the censorship of knowledge. Ray Bradbury’s writing is stunning, and the grim future he had predicted is a haunting image that will never fade from your mind.</p>    \"},{\"id\":\"49290614T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>Topics & Questions for Discussion</b> <BR> <BR>1. Is Bradbury accurate in his implication that 451 degrees Fahrenheit is the minimum temperature at which paper burns? Is it an <i>implication</i>, or does he state it as fact in the story? Does this matter to you? <BR><BR>2. Do you find Bradbury&#8217;s <i>epigraph</i> appropriate?<BR><BR>&#8220;If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.&#8221;&#8212;Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez<BR><BR>Research Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez. In your opinion, in what context is his quote being used? <BR><BR>3. Some stories can be set in any place at any time. How important is <i>setting</i> to <i>Fahrenheit 451</i>?<BR><BR>4. Montag is Bradbury&#8217;s <i>protagonist</i>, of course. But which character do you find more intriguing, which more compelling, Montag or Beatty? Is there another character with similar power?<BR><BR>5. Is Beatty the story&#8217;s <i>antagonist</i>? Are there other antagonistic forces? <BR><BR>6. Is Clarisse a credible character? In your opinion, does her character leave the story too abruptly? Should she have played a larger role in the novel? <BR><BR>7. Does Mildred actually forget that she took the pills, or is she pretending not to remember? Were the machines that treated her designed to erase the memory of a suicide attempt? What do you think led Mildred to attempt suicide? <BR><BR>8. Is it intelligence that saves us from surrender to the majority? Or another quality, or mix of qualities? <BR> <BR>9. What examples of courage have you seen in the actual world that are as powerful as the courage Montag and the other resisters and insurgents display in the storyworld?<BR><BR>10. What other people, events, political/cultural conditions do you see in our world that parallel those of the storyworld? <BR><BR>11. What does <i>irony</i> mean? Identify groups or individuals in our world who burn books. Is their motivation to burn all books as the state mandates in <i>Fahrenheit 451</i>, or is it to burn specific books? Do you see <i>irony</i> in such people finding in a book their motivation to burn books? Do they, in fact, find their motivation in a book? What book might that be? <BR><BR>12. What is your opinion of the Mechanical Hound? Is it a <i>symbol</i>? Symbols do not &#8220;mean&#8221;; symbols &#8220;suggest.&#8221; What might the Hound suggest? Do you find ironic qualities in the Hound? Let&#8217;s say the Hound is a human being&#8217;s &#8220;worst friend.&#8221; What is the ironic quality there? <BR><BR>13. Here&#8217;s the passage where Montag kills Beatty.<BR><BR> And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling, gibbering mannikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.<BR><BR>Later, Montag states the following inference. <BR><i> Beatty wanted to die</i>.<BR> In the middle of the crying Montag knew it for the truth. Beatty had wanted to die. He had just stood there, not really trying to save himself &#8230;. <BR><BR>Bradbury tells the reader that Montag &#8220;knew it for the truth,&#8221; but is that possible? To <i>infer</i>, of course, means &#8220;to conclude from evidence.&#8221; What evidence does Montag have for the inference&#8212;or the &#8220;conclusion&#8221;&#8212;that he expresses here? What support for this idea do you find in the story? <BR><BR>14. How many of Bradbury&#8217;s literary <i>allusions</i> can you identify? Does it matter? Do the allusions engage you? Make a list of them and then look them up. <BR><BR>15. What effects might four-wall television have on residents of the house? Do you see irony in Mildred&#8217;s use of the word &#8220;family&#8221; to refer to the TV characters?<BR><BR>16. As we stand at the check-out counter of most any store, we see the covers of tabloids. Let&#8217;s say we&#8217;re drawn to the photos and text. Some people call these magazines &#8220;guilty pleasure.&#8221; Why is popular culture compelling? Is popular culture pernicious and worth fighting, or is it innocent? What is the best-known family in America? What do you make of this? Does such a thing matter?<BR><BR>17. Sometimes we say that an event or feeling is not expressible in words. We say, &#8220;You have to go through it yourself to understand.&#8221; But this isn&#8217;t so, at least not for a writer of Bradbury&#8217;s skill. Expressing the inexpressible is the storyteller&#8217;s job. Read aloud a passage that seems to you an example of Bradbury expressing the inexpressible. <BR><BR>18. What are your emotional and intellectual responses to <i>Fahrenheit 451</i>? How do you judge its value? The novel was written in the early 1950s but describes a futuristic society in which, for example, newspapers are a thing of the past, movies and photographs have displaced literary culture, etc. Find additional examples in the novel that you could argue predict what life is like in today&#8217;s society. Do you feel the novel&#8217;s vision has come true? <BR> <BR>19. Explain how novels with a political theme can succeed both aesthetically and psychologically? Give examples from the <i>Fahrenheit 451</i> to support your answer.\"},{\"id\":\"68638720T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>Topics & Questions for Discussion</b> <BR> <BR>1. Is Bradbury accurate in his implication that 451 degrees Fahrenheit is the minimum temperature at which paper burns? Is it an <i>implication</i>, or does he state it as fact in the story? Does this matter to you? <BR><BR>2. Do you find Bradbury&#8217;s <i>epigraph</i> appropriate?<BR><BR>&#8220;If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.&#8221;&#8212;Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez<BR><BR>Research Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez. In your opinion, in what context is his quote being used? <BR><BR>3. Some stories can be set in any place at any time. How important is <i>setting</i> to <i>Fahrenheit 451</i>?<BR><BR>4. Montag is Bradbury&#8217;s <i>protagonist</i>, of course. But which character do you find more intriguing, which more compelling, Montag or Beatty? Is there another character with similar power?<BR><BR>5. Is Beatty the story&#8217;s <i>antagonist</i>? Are there other antagonistic forces? <BR><BR>6. Is Clarisse a credible character? In your opinion, does her character leave the story too abruptly? Should she have played a larger role in the novel? <BR><BR>7. Does Mildred actually forget that she took the pills, or is she pretending not to remember? Were the machines that treated her designed to erase the memory of a suicide attempt? What do you think led Mildred to attempt suicide? <BR><BR>8. Is it intelligence that saves us from surrender to the majority? Or another quality, or mix of qualities? <BR> <BR>9. What examples of courage have you seen in the actual world that are as powerful as the courage Montag and the other resisters and insurgents display in the storyworld?<BR><BR>10. What other people, events, political/cultural conditions do you see in our world that parallel those of the storyworld? <BR><BR>11. What does <i>irony</i> mean? Identify groups or individuals in our world who burn books. Is their motivation to burn all books as the state mandates in <i>Fahrenheit 451</i>, or is it to burn specific books? Do you see <i>irony</i> in such people finding in a book their motivation to burn books? Do they, in fact, find their motivation in a book? What book might that be? <BR><BR>12. What is your opinion of the Mechanical Hound? Is it a <i>symbol</i>? Symbols do not &#8220;mean&#8221;; symbols &#8220;suggest.&#8221; What might the Hound suggest? Do you find ironic qualities in the Hound? Let&#8217;s say the Hound is a human being&#8217;s &#8220;worst friend.&#8221; What is the ironic quality there? <BR><BR>13. Here&#8217;s the passage where Montag kills Beatty.<BR><BR> And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling, gibbering mannikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.<BR><BR>Later, Montag states the following inference. <BR><i> Beatty wanted to die</i>.<BR> In the middle of the crying Montag knew it for the truth. Beatty had wanted to die. He had just stood there, not really trying to save himself &#8230;. <BR><BR>Bradbury tells the reader that Montag &#8220;knew it for the truth,&#8221; but is that possible? To <i>infer</i>, of course, means &#8220;to conclude from evidence.&#8221; What evidence does Montag have for the inference&#8212;or the &#8220;conclusion&#8221;&#8212;that he expresses here? What support for this idea do you find in the story? <BR><BR>14. How many of Bradbury&#8217;s literary <i>allusions</i> can you identify? Does it matter? Do the allusions engage you? Make a list of them and then look them up. <BR><BR>15. What effects might four-wall television have on residents of the house? Do you see irony in Mildred&#8217;s use of the word &#8220;family&#8221; to refer to the TV characters?<BR><BR>16. As we stand at the check-out counter of most any store, we see the covers of tabloids. Let&#8217;s say we&#8217;re drawn to the photos and text. Some people call these magazines &#8220;guilty pleasure.&#8221; Why is popular culture compelling? Is popular culture pernicious and worth fighting, or is it innocent? What is the best-known family in America? What do you make of this? Does such a thing matter?<BR><BR>17. Sometimes we say that an event or feeling is not expressible in words. We say, &#8220;You have to go through it yourself to understand.&#8221; But this isn&#8217;t so, at least not for a writer of Bradbury&#8217;s skill. Expressing the inexpressible is the storyteller&#8217;s job. Read aloud a passage that seems to you an example of Bradbury expressing the inexpressible. <BR><BR>18. What are your emotional and intellectual responses to <i>Fahrenheit 451</i>? How do you judge its value? The novel was written in the early 1950s but describes a futuristic society in which, for example, newspapers are a thing of the past, movies and photographs have displaced literary culture, etc. Find additional examples in the novel that you could argue predict what life is like in today&#8217;s society. Do you feel the novel&#8217;s vision has come true? <BR> <BR>19. Explain how novels with a political theme can succeed both aesthetically and psychologically? Give examples from the <i>Fahrenheit 451</i> to support your answer.\"},{\"id\":\"109267887T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<P>Topics & Questions for Discussion <br> <br>1. Is Bradbury accurate in his implication that 451 degrees Fahrenheit is the minimum temperature at which paper burns? Is it an implication, or does he state it as fact in the story? Does this matter to you? <br><br>2. Do you find Bradbury&#8217;s epigraph appropriate?<br><br>&#8220;If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.&#8221;&#8212;Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez<br><br>Research Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez. In your opinion, in what context is his quote being used? <br><br>3. Some stories can be set in any place at any time. How important is setting to Fahrenheit 451?<br><br>4. Montag is Bradbury&#8217;s protagonist, of course. But which character do you find more intriguing, which more compelling, Montag or Beatty? Is there another character with similar power?<br><br>5. Is Beatty the story&#8217;s antagonist? Are there other antagonistic forces? <br><br>6. Is Clarisse a credible character? In your opinion, does her character leave the story too abruptly? Should she have played a larger role in the novel? <br><br>7. Does Mildred actually forget that she took the pills, or is she pretending not to remember? Were the machines that treated her designed to erase the memory of a suicide attempt? What do you think led Mildred to attempt suicide? <br><br>8. Is it intelligence that saves us from surrender to the majority? Or another quality, or mix of qualities? <br> <br>9. What examples of courage have you seen in the actual world that are as powerful as the courage Montag and the other resisters and insurgents display in the storyworld?<br><br>10. What other people, events, political/cultural conditions do you see in our world that parallel those of the storyworld? <br><br>11. What does irony mean? Identify groups or individuals in our world who burn books. Is their motivation to burn all books as the state mandates in Fahrenheit 451, or is it to burn specific books? Do you see irony in such people finding in a book their motivation to burn books? Do they, in fact, find their motivation in a book? What book might that be? <br><br>12. What is your opinion of the Mechanical Hound? Is it a symbol? Symbols do not &#8220;mean&#8221;; symbols &#8220;suggest.&#8221; What might the Hound suggest? Do you find ironic qualities in the Hound? Let&#8217;s say the Hound is a human being&#8217;s &#8220;worst friend.&#8221; What is the ironic quality there? <br><br>13. Here&#8217;s the passage where Montag kills Beatty.<br><br> And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling, gibbering mannikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.<br><br>Later, Montag states the following inference. <br> Beatty wanted to die.<br> In the middle of the crying Montag knew it for the truth. Beatty had wanted to die. He had just stood there, not really trying to save himself &#8230;. <br><br>Bradbury tells the reader that Montag &#8220;knew it for the truth,&#8221; but is that possible? To infer, of course, means &#8220;to conclude from evidence.&#8221; What evidence does Montag have for the inference&#8212;or the &#8220;conclusion&#8221;&#8212;that he expresses here? What support for this idea do you find in the story? <br><br>14. How many of Bradbury&#8217;s literary allusions can you identify? Does it matter? Do the allusions engage you? Make a list of them and then look them up. <br><br>15. What effects might four-wall television have on residents of the house? Do you see irony in Mildred&#8217;s use of the word &#8220;family&#8221; to refer to the TV characters?<br><br>16. As we stand at the check-out counter of most any store, we see the covers of tabloids. Let&#8217;s say we&#8217;re drawn to the photos and text. Some people call these magazines &#8220;guilty pleasure.&#8221; Why is popular culture compelling? Is popular culture pernicious and worth fighting, or is it innocent? What is the best-known family in America? What do you make of this? Does such a thing matter?<br><br>17. Sometimes we say that an event or feeling is not expressible in words. We say, &#8220;You have to go through it yourself to understand.&#8221; But this isn&#8217;t so, at least not for a writer of Bradbury&#8217;s skill. Expressing the inexpressible is the storyteller&#8217;s job. Read aloud a passage that seems to you an example of Bradbury expressing the inexpressible. <br><br>18. What are your emotional and intellectual responses to Fahrenheit 451? How do you judge its value? The novel was written in the early 1950s but describes a futuristic society in which, for example, newspapers are a thing of the past, movies and photographs have displaced literary culture, etc. Find additional examples in the novel that you could argue predict what life is like in today&#8217;s society. Do you feel the novel&#8217;s vision has come true? <br> <br>19. Explain how novels with a political theme can succeed both aesthetically and psychologically? Give examples from the Fahrenheit 451 to support your answer.\"},{\"id\":\"81391860T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"Topics & Questions for Discussion <br> <br>1. Is Bradbury accurate in his implication that 451 degrees Fahrenheit is the minimum temperature at which paper burns? Is it an implication, or does he state it as fact in the story? Does this matter to you? <br><br>2. Do you find Bradbury&#8217;s epigraph appropriate?<br><br>&#8220;If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.&#8221;&#8212;Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez<br><br>Research Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez. In your opinion, in what context is his quote being used? <br><br>3. Some stories can be set in any place at any time. How important is setting to Fahrenheit 451?<br><br>4. Montag is Bradbury&#8217;s protagonist, of course. But which character do you find more intriguing, which more compelling, Montag or Beatty? Is there another character with similar power?<br><br>5. Is Beatty the story&#8217;s antagonist? Are there other antagonistic forces? <br><br>6. Is Clarisse a credible character? In your opinion, does her character leave the story too abruptly? Should she have played a larger role in the novel? <br><br>7. Does Mildred actually forget that she took the pills, or is she pretending not to remember? Were the machines that treated her designed to erase the memory of a suicide attempt? What do you think led Mildred to attempt suicide? <br><br>8. Is it intelligence that saves us from surrender to the majority? Or another quality, or mix of qualities? <br> <br>9. What examples of courage have you seen in the actual world that are as powerful as the courage Montag and the other resisters and insurgents display in the storyworld?<br><br>10. What other people, events, political/cultural conditions do you see in our world that parallel those of the storyworld? <br><br>11. What does irony mean? Identify groups or individuals in our world who burn books. Is their motivation to burn all books as the state mandates in Fahrenheit 451, or is it to burn specific books? Do you see irony in such people finding in a book their motivation to burn books? Do they, in fact, find their motivation in a book? What book might that be? <br><br>12. What is your opinion of the Mechanical Hound? Is it a symbol? Symbols do not &#8220;mean&#8221;; symbols &#8220;suggest.&#8221; What might the Hound suggest? Do you find ironic qualities in the Hound? Let&#8217;s say the Hound is a human being&#8217;s &#8220;worst friend.&#8221; What is the ironic quality there? <br><br>13. Here&#8217;s the passage where Montag kills Beatty.<br><br> And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling, gibbering mannikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.<br><br>Later, Montag states the following inference. <br> Beatty wanted to die.<br> In the middle of the crying Montag knew it for the truth. Beatty had wanted to die. He had just stood there, not really trying to save himself &#8230;. <br><br>Bradbury tells the reader that Montag &#8220;knew it for the truth,&#8221; but is that possible? To infer, of course, means &#8220;to conclude from evidence.&#8221; What evidence does Montag have for the inference&#8212;or the &#8220;conclusion&#8221;&#8212;that he expresses here? What support for this idea do you find in the story? <br><br>14. How many of Bradbury&#8217;s literary allusions can you identify? Does it matter? Do the allusions engage you? Make a list of them and then look them up. <br><br>15. What effects might four-wall television have on residents of the house? Do you see irony in Mildred&#8217;s use of the word &#8220;family&#8221; to refer to the TV characters?<br><br>16. As we stand at the check-out counter of most any store, we see the covers of tabloids. Let&#8217;s say we&#8217;re drawn to the photos and text. Some people call these magazines &#8220;guilty pleasure.&#8221; Why is popular culture compelling? Is popular culture pernicious and worth fighting, or is it innocent? What is the best-known family in America? What do you make of this? Does such a thing matter?<br><br>17. Sometimes we say that an event or feeling is not expressible in words. We say, &#8220;You have to go through it yourself to understand.&#8221; But this isn&#8217;t so, at least not for a writer of Bradbury&#8217;s skill. Expressing the inexpressible is the storyteller&#8217;s job. Read aloud a passage that seems to you an example of Bradbury expressing the inexpressible. <br><br>18. What are your emotional and intellectual responses to Fahrenheit 451? How do you judge its value? The novel was written in the early 1950s but describes a futuristic society in which, for example, newspapers are a thing of the past, movies and photographs have displaced literary culture, etc. Find additional examples in the novel that you could argue predict what life is like in today&#8217;s society. Do you feel the novel&#8217;s vision has come true? <br> <br>19. Explain how novels with a political theme can succeed both aesthetically and psychologically? Give examples from the Fahrenheit 451 to support your answer.\"},{\"id\":\"66815346T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<b>Topics & Questions for Discussion</b> <p>1. Is Bradbury accurate in his implication that 451 degrees Fahrenheit is the minimum temperature at which paper burns? Is it an <i>implication</i>, or does he state it as fact in the story? Does this matter to you? <p>2. Do you find Bradbury&#8217;s <i>epigraph</i> appropriate?<p>&#8220;If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.&#8221;&#8212;Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez<p>Research Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez. In your opinion, in what context is his quote being used? <p>3. Some stories can be set in any place at any time. How important is <i>setting</i> to <i>Fahrenheit 451</i>?<p>4. Montag is Bradbury&#8217;s <i>protagonist</i>, of course. But which character do you find more intriguing, which more compelling, Montag or Beatty? Is there another character with similar power?<p>5. Is Beatty the story&#8217;s <i>antagonist</i>? Are there other antagonistic forces? <p>6. Is Clarisse a credible character? In your opinion, does her character leave the story too abruptly? Should she have played a larger role in the novel? <p>7. Does Mildred actually forget that she took the pills, or is she pretending not to remember? Were the machines that treated her designed to erase the memory of a suicide attempt? What do you think led Mildred to attempt suicide? <p>8. Is it intelligence that saves us from surrender to the majority? Or another quality, or mix of qualities? <p>9. What examples of courage have you seen in the actual world that are as powerful as the courage Montag and the other resisters and insurgents display in the storyworld?<p>10. What other people, events, political/cultural conditions do you see in our world that parallel those of the storyworld? <p>11. What does <i>irony</i> mean? Identify groups or individuals in our world who burn books. Is their motivation to burn all books as the state mandates in <i>Fahrenheit 451</i>, or is it to burn specific books? Do you see <i>irony</i> in such people finding in a book their motivation to burn books? Do they, in fact, find their motivation in a book? What book might that be? <p>12. What is your opinion of the Mechanical Hound? Is it a <i>symbol</i>? Symbols do not &#8220;mean&#8221;; symbols &#8220;suggest.&#8221; What might the Hound suggest? Do you find ironic qualities in the Hound? Let&#8217;s say the Hound is a human being&#8217;s &#8220;worst friend.&#8221; What is the ironic quality there? <p>13. Here&#8217;s the passage where Montag kills Beatty.<p>And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling, gibbering mannikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.<p>Later, Montag states the following inference. <BR><i> Beatty wanted to die</i>.<BR> In the middle of the crying Montag knew it for the truth. Beatty had wanted to die. He had just stood there, not really trying to save himself &#8230;. <p>Bradbury tells the reader that Montag &#8220;knew it for the truth,&#8221; but is that possible? To <i>infer</i>, of course, means &#8220;to conclude from evidence.&#8221; What evidence does Montag have for the inference&#8212;or the &#8220;conclusion&#8221;&#8212;that he expresses here? What support for this idea do you find in the story? <p>14. How many of Bradbury&#8217;s literary <i>allusions</i> can you identify? Does it matter? Do the allusions engage you? Make a list of them and then look them up. <p>15. What effects might four-wall television have on residents of the house? Do you see irony in Mildred&#8217;s use of the word &#8220;family&#8221; to refer to the TV characters?<p>16. As we stand at the check-out counter of most any store, we see the covers of tabloids. Let&#8217;s say we&#8217;re drawn to the photos and text. Some people call these magazines &#8220;guilty pleasure.&#8221; Why is popular culture compelling? Is popular culture pernicious and worth fighting, or is it innocent? What is the best-known family in America? What do you make of this? Does such a thing matter?<p>17. Sometimes we say that an event or feeling is not expressible in words. We say, &#8220;You have to go through it yourself to understand.&#8221; But this isn&#8217;t so, at least not for a writer of Bradbury&#8217;s skill. Expressing the inexpressible is the storyteller&#8217;s job. Read aloud a passage that seems to you an example of Bradbury expressing the inexpressible. <p>18. What are your emotional and intellectual responses to <i>Fahrenheit 451</i>? How do you judge its value? The novel was written in the early 1950s but describes a futuristic society in which, for example, newspapers are a thing of the past, movies and photographs have displaced literary culture, etc. Find additional examples in the novel that you could argue predict what life is like in today&#8217;s society. Do you feel the novel&#8217;s vision has come true? <p>19. Explain how novels with a political theme can succeed both aesthetically and psychologically? Give examples from the <i>Fahrenheit 451</i> to support your answer.\"},{\"id\":\"54912056T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"6\",\"text\":\"<P><b>Topics & Questions for Discussion</b> <P>1. Is Bradbury accurate in his implication that 451 degrees Fahrenheit is the minimum temperature at which paper burns? Is it an implication, or does he state it as fact in the story? Does this matter to you? <P>2. Do you find Bradbury&#8217;s epigraph appropriate?<P>&#8220;If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.&#8221;&#8212;Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez<P>Research Juan Ram&#243;n Jim&#233;nez. In your opinion, in what context is his quote being used? <P>3. Some stories can be set in any place at any time. How important is setting to Fahrenheit 451?<P>4. Montag is Bradbury&#8217;s protagonist, of course. But which character do you find more intriguing, which more compelling, Montag or Beatty? Is there another character with similar power?<P>5. Is Beatty the story&#8217;s antagonist? Are there other antagonistic forces? <P>6. Is Clarisse a credible character? In your opinion, does her character leave the story too abruptly? Should she have played a larger role in the novel? <P>7. Does Mildred actually forget that she took the pills, or is she pretending not to remember? Were the machines that treated her designed to erase the memory of a suicide attempt? What do you think led Mildred to attempt suicide? <P>8. Is it intelligence that saves us from surrender to the majority? Or another quality, or mix of qualities? <P>9. What examples of courage have you seen in the actual world that are as powerful as the courage Montag and the other resisters and insurgents display in the storyworld?<P>10. What other people, events, political/cultural conditions do you see in our world that parallel those of the storyworld? <P>11. What does irony mean? Identify groups or individuals in our world who burn books. Is their motivation to burn all books as the state mandates in Fahrenheit 451, or is it to burn specific books? Do you see irony in such people finding in a book their motivation to burn books? Do they, in fact, find their motivation in a book? What book might that be? <P>12. What is your opinion of the Mechanical Hound? Is it a symbol? Symbols do not &#8220;mean&#8221;; symbols &#8220;suggest.&#8221; What might the Hound suggest? Do you find ironic qualities in the Hound? Let&#8217;s say the Hound is a human being&#8217;s &#8220;worst friend.&#8221; What is the ironic quality there? <P>13. Here&#8217;s the passage where Montag kills Beatty.<P>And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling, gibbering mannikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.<P>Later, Montag states the following inference. <br> Beatty wanted to die.<br> In the middle of the crying Montag knew it for the truth. Beatty had wanted to die. He had just stood there, not really trying to save himself &#8230;. <P>Bradbury tells the reader that Montag &#8220;knew it for the truth,&#8221; but is that possible? To infer, of course, means &#8220;to conclude from evidence.&#8221; What evidence does Montag have for the inference&#8212;or the &#8220;conclusion&#8221;&#8212;that he expresses here? What support for this idea do you find in the story? <P>14. How many of Bradbury&#8217;s literary allusions can you identify? Does it matter? Do the allusions engage you? Make a list of them and then look them up. <P>15. What effects might four-wall television have on residents of the house? Do you see irony in Mildred&#8217;s use of the word &#8220;family&#8221; to refer to the TV characters?<P>16. As we stand at the check-out counter of most any store, we see the covers of tabloids. Let&#8217;s say we&#8217;re drawn to the photos and text. Some people call these magazines &#8220;guilty pleasure.&#8221; Why is popular culture compelling? Is popular culture pernicious and worth fighting, or is it innocent? What is the best-known family in America? What do you make of this? Does such a thing matter?<P>17. Sometimes we say that an event or feeling is not expressible in words. We say, &#8220;You have to go through it yourself to understand.&#8221; But this isn&#8217;t so, at least not for a writer of Bradbury&#8217;s skill. Expressing the inexpressible is the storyteller&#8217;s job. Read aloud a passage that seems to you an example of Bradbury expressing the inexpressible. <P>18. 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Hurtling through space on this tiny ship, it's up to him to puzzle out an impossible scientific mystery-and conquer an extinction-level threat to our species.And with the clock ticking down and the nearest human being light-years away, he's got to do it all alone.Or does he?Hailed by USA Today as \"an epic story of redemption, discovery, and cool speculative sci-fi,\" Project Hail Mary is an irresistible interstellar adventure as only Andy Weir could deliver.","<b>#1 <i>NEW YORK TIMES </i>BESTSELLER * Now a major motion picture starring Ryan Gosling, directed by Phil Lord and Christopher Miller, with a screenplay by Drew Goddard</b><br><br><b>A lone astronaut must save the earth from disaster in this \"propulsive\" (<i>Entertainment Weekly</i>), cinematic thriller full of suspense, humor, and fascinating science-from the author of <i>The Martian</i>.<br><br>HUGO AWARD FINALIST * <i>NEW YORK TIMES</i> READER PICK: 100 BEST BOOKS OF THE 21ST CENTURY * ONE OF THE YEAR'S BEST BOOKS: <i>Parade, Newsweek, </i>New York Public Library, <i>Polygon, Shelf Awareness, She Reads, Kirkus Reviews, Library Journal</i><br></b><br>Ryland Grace is the sole survivor on a desperate, last-chance mission-and if he fails, humanity and the earth itself will perish.<br><br>Except that right now, he doesn't know that. 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I'm tired. I drift back to sleep.<br/><br/>A few minutes pass, then I hear it again.<br/><br/>\\\"What's two plus two?\\\"<br/><br/>The soft, feminine voice lacks emotion and the pronunciation is identical to the previous time she said it. It's a computer. A computer is hassling me. I'm even more irritated now.<br/><br/>\\\"Lrmln,\\\" I say. I'm surprised. I meant to say \\\"Leave me alone\\\"-a completely reasonable response in my opinion-­but I failed to speak.<br/><br/>\\\"Incorrect,\\\" says the computer. \\\"What's two plus two?\\\"<br/><br/>Time for an experiment. I'll try to say hello.<br/><br/>\\\"Hlllch?\\\" I say.<br/><br/>\\\"Incorrect. What's two plus two?\\\"<br/><br/>What's going on? I want to find out, but I don't have much to work with. I can't see. I can't hear anything other than the computer. I can't even feel. No, that's not true. I feel something. I'm lying down. I'm on something soft. A bed.<br/><br/>I think my eyes are closed. That's not so bad. All I have to do is open them. I try, but nothing happens.<br/><br/>Why can't I open my eyes?<br/><br/>Open.<br/><br/>Aaaand . . . open!<br/><br/>Open, dang it!<br/><br/>Ooh! I felt a wiggle that time. My eyelids moved. I felt it.<br/><br/>Open!<br/><br/>My eyelids creep up and blinding light sears my retinas.<br/><br/>\\\"Glunn!\\\" I say. I keep my eyes open with sheer force of will. Everything is white with shades of pain.<br/><br/>\\\"Eye movement detected,\\\" my tormenter says. \\\"What's two plus two?\\\"<br/><br/>The whiteness lessens. My eyes are adjusting. I start to see shapes, but nothing sensible yet. Let's see . . . can I move my hands? No.<br/><br/>Feet? Also no.<br/><br/>But I can move my mouth, right? I've been saying stuff. Not stuff that makes sense, but it's something.<br/><br/>\\\"Fffr.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Incorrect. What's two plus two?\\\"<br/><br/>The shapes start to make sense. I'm in a bed. It's kind of . . . oval-­shaped.<br/><br/>LED lights shine down on me. Cameras in the ceiling watch my every move. Creepy though that is, I'm much more concerned about the robot arms.<br/><br/>The two brushed-­steel armatures hang from the ceiling. Each has an assortment of disturbingly penetration-­looking tools where hands should be. Can't say I like the look of that.<br/><br/>\\\"Ffff . . . oooh . . . rrrr,\\\" I say. Will that do?<br/><br/>\\\"Incorrect. What's two plus two?\\\"<br/><br/>Dang it. I summon all my willpower and inner strength. Also, I'm starting to panic a little. Good. I use that too.<br/><br/>\\\"Fffoouurr,\\\" I finally say.<br/><br/>\\\"Correct.\\\"<br/><br/>Thank God. I can talk. Sort of.<br/><br/>I breathe a sigh of relief. Wait-­I just controlled my breathing. I take another breath. On purpose. My mouth is sore. My throat is sore. But it's my soreness. I have control.<br/><br/>I'm wearing a breathing mask. It's tight to my face and connected to a hose that goes behind my head.<br/><br/>Can I get up?<br/><br/>No. But I can move my head a little. I look down at my body. I'm naked and connected to more tubes than I can count. There's one in each arm, one in each leg, one in my \\\"gentlemen's equipment,\\\" and two that disappear under my thigh. I'm guessing one of them is up where the sun doesn't shine.<br/><br/>That can't be good.<br/><br/>Also, I'm covered with electrodes. The sensor-­type stickers like for an EKG, but they're all over the place. Well, at least they're only on my skin instead of jammed into me.<br/><br/>\\\"Wh-­\\\" I wheeze. I try again. \\\"Where . . . am . . . I?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"What's the cube root of eight?\\\" the computer asks.<br/><br/>\\\"Where am I?\\\" I say again. This time it's easier.<br/><br/>\\\"Incorrect. What's the cube root of eight?\\\"<br/><br/>I take a deep breath and speak slowly. \\\"Two times e to the two-­i-­pi over three.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Incorrect. What's the cube root of eight?\\\"<br/><br/>But I wasn't incorrect. I just wanted to see how smart the computer was. Answer: not very.<br/><br/>\\\"Two,\\\" I say.<br/><br/>\\\"Correct.\\\"<br/><br/>I listen for follow-­up questions, but the computer seems satisfied.<br/><br/>I'm tired. I drift off to sleep again.<br/><br/>I wake up. How long was I out? It must have been a while because I feel rested. I open my eyes without any effort. That's progress.<br/><br/>I try to move my fingers. They wiggle as instructed. All right. Now we're getting somewhere.<br/><br/>\\\"Hand movement detected,\\\" says the computer. \\\"Remain still.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"What? Why-­\\\"<br/><br/>The robot arms come for me. They move fast. Before I know it, they've removed most of the tubes from my body. I didn't feel a thing. Though my skin is kind of numb anyway.<br/><br/>Only three tubes remain: an IV in my arm, a tube up my butt, and a catheter. Those latter two are kind of the signature items I wanted removed, but okay.<br/><br/>I raise my right arm and let it fall back to the bed. I do the same for my left. They feel heavy as heck. I repeat the process a few times. My arms are muscular. That doesn't make sense. I assume I've had some massive medical problem and been in this bed for a while. Otherwise, why would they have me hooked up to all the stuff? Shouldn't there be muscle atrophy?<br/><br/>And shouldn't there be doctors? Or maybe the sounds of a hospital? And what's with this bed? It's not a rectangle, it's an oval and I think it's mounted to the wall instead of the floor.<br/><br/>\\\"Take . . .\\\" I trail off. Still kind of tired. \\\"Take the tubes out. . . .\\\"<br/><br/>The computer doesn't respond.<br/><br/>I do a few more arm lifts. I wiggle my toes. I'm definitely getting better.<br/><br/>I tilt my ankles back and forth. They're working. I raise my knees up. My legs are well toned too. Not bodybuilder thick, but still too healthy for someone on the verge of death. I'm not sure how thick they should be, though.<br/><br/>I press my palms to the bed and push. My torso rises. I'm actually getting up! It takes all my strength but I soldier on. The bed rocks gently as I move. It's not a normal bed, that's for sure. As I raise my head higher up, I see the head and foot of the elliptical bed are attached to strong-­looking wall mounts. It's kind of a rigid hammock. Weird.<br/><br/>Soon, I'm sitting on my butt tube. Not the most comfortable sensation, but when is a tube up your butt ever comfortable?<br/><br/>I have a better view of things now. This is no ordinary hospital room. The walls look plastic and the whole room is round. Stark-­white light comes from ceiling-­mounted LED lights.<br/><br/>There are two more hammock-­like beds mounted to the walls, each with their own patient. We are arranged in a triangle and the roof-­mounted Arms of Harassment are in the center of the ceiling. I guess they take care of all three of us. I can't see much of my compatriots-­they've sunken into their bedding like I had.<br/><br/>There's no door. Just a ladder on the wall leading to . . . a hatch? It's round and has a wheel-­handle in the center. Yeah, it's got to be some kind of hatch. Like on a submarine. Maybe the three of us have a contagious disease? Maybe this is an airtight quarantine room? There are small vents here and there on the wall and I feel a little airflow. It could be a controlled environment.<br/><br/>I slide one leg off over the edge of my bed, which makes it wobble. The robot arms rush ­toward me. I flinch, but they stop short and hover nearby. I think they're ready to grab me if I fall.<br/><br/>\\\"Full-­body motion detected,\\\" the computer says. \\\"What's your name?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Pfft, seriously?\\\" I ask.<br/><br/>\\\"Incorrect. Attempt number two: What's your name?\\\"<br/><br/>I open my mouth to answer.<br/><br/>\\\"Uh . . .\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Incorrect. Attempt number three: What's your name?\\\"<br/><br/>Only now does it occur to me: I don't know who I am. I don't know what I do. I don't remember anything at all.<br/><br/>\\\"Um,\\\" I say.<br/><br/>\\\"Incorrect.\\\"<br/><br/>A wave of fatigue grips me. It's kind of pleasant, actually. The computer must have sedated me through the IV line.<br/><br/>\\\". . . waaaait . . .\\\" I mumble.<br/><br/>The robot arms lay me gently back down to the bed.\"},{\"id\":\"76162928T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>Chapter 1</b><br><br>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>Something about the question irritates me. I&rsquo;m tired. I drift back to sleep.<br><br>A few minutes pass, then I hear it again.<br><br>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>The soft, feminine voice lacks emotion and the pronunciation is identical to the previous time she said it. It&rsquo;s a computer. A computer is hassling me. I&rsquo;m even more irritated now.<br><br>&ldquo;Lrmln,&rdquo; I say. I&rsquo;m surprised. I meant to say &ldquo;Leave me alone&rdquo;&mdash;a completely reasonable response in my opinion&mdash;but I failed to speak.<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect,&rdquo; says the computer. &ldquo;What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>Time for an experiment. I&rsquo;ll try to say hello.<br><br>&ldquo;Hlllch?&rdquo; I say.<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>What&rsquo;s going on? I want to find out, but I don&rsquo;t have much to work with. I can&rsquo;t see. I can&rsquo;t hear anything other than the computer. I can&rsquo;t even feel. No, that&rsquo;s not true. I feel something. I&rsquo;m lying down. I&rsquo;m on something soft. A bed.<br><br>I think my eyes are closed. That&rsquo;s not so bad. All I have to do is open them. I try, but nothing happens.<br><br>Why can&rsquo;t I open my eyes?<br><br>Open.<br><br>Aaaand&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. open!<br><br>Open, dang it!<br><br>Ooh! I felt a wiggle that time. My eyelids moved. I felt it.<br><br>Open!<br><br>My eyelids creep up and blinding light sears my retinas.<br><br>&ldquo;Glunn!&rdquo; I say. I keep my eyes open with sheer force of will. Everything is white with shades of pain.<br><br>&ldquo;Eye movement detected,&rdquo; my tormenter says. &ldquo;What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>The whiteness lessens. My eyes are adjusting. I start to see shapes, but nothing sensible yet. Let&rsquo;s see&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. can I move my hands? No.<br><br>Feet? Also no.<br><br>But I can move my mouth, right? I&rsquo;ve been saying stuff. Not stuff that makes sense, but it&rsquo;s something.<br><br>&ldquo;Fffr.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>The shapes start to make sense. I&rsquo;m in a bed. It&rsquo;s kind of&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. oval-&shy;shaped.<br><br>LED lights shine down on me. Cameras in the ceiling watch my every move. Creepy though that is, I&rsquo;m much more concerned about the robot arms.<br><br>The two brushed-&shy;steel armatures hang from the ceiling. Each has an assortment of disturbingly penetration-&shy;looking tools where hands should be. Can&rsquo;t say I like the look of that.<br><br>&ldquo;Ffff&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. oooh&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. rrrr,&rdquo; I say. Will that do?<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>Dang it. I summon all my willpower and inner strength. Also, I&rsquo;m starting to panic a little. Good. I use that too.<br><br>&ldquo;Fffoouurr,&rdquo; I finally say.<br><br>&ldquo;Correct.&rdquo;<br><br>Thank God. I can talk. Sort of.<br><br>I breathe a sigh of relief. Wait&mdash;I just controlled my breathing. I take another breath. On purpose. My mouth is sore. My throat is sore. But it&rsquo;s my soreness. I have control.<br><br>I&rsquo;m wearing a breathing mask. It&rsquo;s tight to my face and connected to a hose that goes behind my head.<br><br>Can I get up?<br><br>No. But I can move my head a little. I look down at my body. I&rsquo;m naked and connected to more tubes than I can count. There&rsquo;s one in each arm, one in each leg, one in my &ldquo;gentlemen&rsquo;s equipment,&rdquo; and two that disappear under my thigh. I&rsquo;m guessing one of them is up where the sun doesn&rsquo;t shine.<br><br>That can&rsquo;t be good.<br><br>Also, I&rsquo;m covered with electrodes. The sensor-&shy;type stickers like for an EKG, but they&rsquo;re all over the place. Well, at least they&rsquo;re only on my skin instead of jammed into me.<br><br>&ldquo;Wh&mdash;&rdquo; I wheeze. I try again. &ldquo;Where&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. am&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. I?&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s the cube root of eight?&rdquo; the computer asks.<br><br>&ldquo;Where am I?&rdquo; I say again. This time it&rsquo;s easier.<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. What&rsquo;s the cube root of eight?&rdquo;<br><br>I take a deep breath and speak slowly. &ldquo;Two times e to the two-&shy;i-&shy;pi over three.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. What&rsquo;s the cube root of eight?&rdquo;<br><br>But I wasn&rsquo;t incorrect. I just wanted to see how smart the computer was. Answer&#58; not very.<br><br>&ldquo;Two,&rdquo; I say.<br><br>&ldquo;Correct.&rdquo;<br><br>I listen for follow-&shy;up questions, but the computer seems satisfied.<br><br>I&rsquo;m tired. I drift off to sleep again.<br><br>I wake up. How long was I out? It must have been a while because I feel rested. I open my eyes without any effort. That&rsquo;s progress.<br><br>I try to move my fingers. They wiggle as instructed. All right. Now we&rsquo;re getting somewhere.<br><br>&ldquo;Hand movement detected,&rdquo; says the computer. &ldquo;Remain still.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;What? Why&mdash;&rdquo;<br><br>The robot arms come for me. They move fast. Before I know it, they&rsquo;ve removed most of the tubes from my body. I didn&rsquo;t feel a thing. Though my skin is kind of numb anyway.<br><br>Only three tubes remain&#58; an IV in my arm, a tube up my butt, and a catheter. Those latter two are kind of the signature items I wanted removed, but okay.<br><br>I raise my right arm and let it fall back to the bed. I do the same for my left. They feel heavy as heck. I repeat the process a few times. My arms are muscular. That doesn&rsquo;t make sense. I assume I&rsquo;ve had some massive medical problem and been in this bed for a while. Otherwise, why would they have me hooked up to all the stuff? Shouldn&rsquo;t there be muscle atrophy?<br><br>And shouldn&rsquo;t there be doctors? Or maybe the sounds of a hospital? And what&rsquo;s with this bed? It&rsquo;s not a rectangle, it&rsquo;s an oval and I think it&rsquo;s mounted to the wall instead of the floor.<br><br>&ldquo;Take&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&rdquo; I trail off. Still kind of tired. &ldquo;Take the tubes out.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&rdquo;<br><br>The computer doesn&rsquo;t respond.<br><br>I do a few more arm lifts. I wiggle my toes. I&rsquo;m definitely getting better.<br><br>I tilt my ankles back and forth. They&rsquo;re working. I raise my knees up. My legs are well toned too. Not bodybuilder thick, but still too healthy for someone on the verge of death. I&rsquo;m not sure how thick they should be, though.<br><br>I press my palms to the bed and push. My torso rises. I&rsquo;m actually getting up! It takes all my strength but I soldier on. The bed rocks gently as I move. It&rsquo;s not a normal bed, that&rsquo;s for sure. As I raise my head higher up, I see the head and foot of the elliptical bed are attached to strong-&shy;looking wall mounts. It&rsquo;s kind of a rigid hammock. Weird.<br><br>Soon, I&rsquo;m sitting on my butt tube. Not the most comfortable sensation, but when is a tube up your butt ever comfortable?<br><br>I have a better view of things now. This is no ordinary hospital room. The walls look plastic and the whole room is round. Stark-&shy;white light comes from ceiling-&shy;mounted LED lights.<br><br>There are two more hammock-&shy;like beds mounted to the walls, each with their own patient. We are arranged in a triangle and the roof-&shy;mounted Arms of Harassment are in the center of the ceiling. I guess they take care of all three of us. I can&rsquo;t see much of my compatriots&mdash;they&rsquo;ve sunken into their bedding like I had.<br><br>There&rsquo;s no door. Just a ladder on the wall leading to&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. a hatch? It&rsquo;s round and has a wheel-&shy;handle in the center. Yeah, it&rsquo;s got to be some kind of hatch. Like on a submarine. Maybe the three of us have a contagious disease? Maybe this is an airtight quarantine room? There are small vents here and there on the wall and I feel a little airflow. It could be a controlled environment.<br><br>I slide one leg off over the edge of my bed, which makes it wobble. The robot arms rush &shy;toward me. I flinch, but they stop short and hover nearby. I think they&rsquo;re ready to grab me if I fall.<br><br>&ldquo;Full-&shy;body motion detected,&rdquo; the computer says. &ldquo;What&rsquo;s your name?&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Pfft, seriously?&rdquo; I ask.<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. Attempt number two&#58; What&rsquo;s your name?&rdquo;<br><br>I open my mouth to answer.<br><br>&ldquo;Uh&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. Attempt number three&#58; What&rsquo;s your name?&rdquo;<br><br>Only now does it occur to me&#58; I don&rsquo;t know who I am. I don&rsquo;t know what I do. I don&rsquo;t remember anything at all.<br><br>&ldquo;Um,&rdquo; I say.<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect.&rdquo;<br><br>A wave of fatigue grips me. It&rsquo;s kind of pleasant, actually. The computer must have sedated me through the IV line.<br><br>&ldquo;.&#160;.&#160;. waaaait&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&rdquo; I mumble.<br><br>The robot arms lay me gently back down to the bed.\"},{\"id\":\"119507072T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<b>Chapter 1</b><br/><br/>“What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>Something about the question irritates me. I’m tired. I drift back to sleep.<br/><br/>A few minutes pass, then I hear it again.<br/><br/>“What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>The soft, feminine voice lacks emotion and the pronunciation is identical to the previous time she said it. It’s a computer. A computer is hassling me. I’m even more irritated now.<br/><br/>“Lrmln,” I say. I’m surprised. I meant to say “Leave me alone”—a completely reasonable response in my opinion—­but I failed to speak.<br/><br/>“Incorrect,” says the computer. “What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>Time for an experiment. I’ll try to say hello.<br/><br/>“Hlllch?” I say.<br/><br/>“Incorrect. What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>What’s going on? I want to find out, but I don’t have much to work with. I can’t see. I can’t hear anything other than the computer. I can’t even feel. No, that’s not true. I feel something. I’m lying down. I’m on something soft. A bed.<br/><br/>I think my eyes are closed. That’s not so bad. All I have to do is open them. I try, but nothing happens.<br/><br/>Why can’t I open my eyes?<br/><br/>Open.<br/><br/>Aaaand . . . open!<br/><br/>Open, dang it!<br/><br/>Ooh! I felt a wiggle that time. My eyelids moved. I felt it.<br/><br/>Open!<br/><br/>My eyelids creep up and blinding light sears my retinas.<br/><br/>“Glunn!” I say. I keep my eyes open with sheer force of will. Everything is white with shades of pain.<br/><br/>“Eye movement detected,” my tormenter says. “What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>The whiteness lessens. My eyes are adjusting. I start to see shapes, but nothing sensible yet. Let’s see . . . can I move my hands? No.<br/><br/>Feet? Also no.<br/><br/>But I can move my mouth, right? I’ve been saying stuff. Not stuff that makes sense, but it’s something.<br/><br/>“Fffr.”<br/><br/>“Incorrect. What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>The shapes start to make sense. I’m in a bed. It’s kind of . . . oval-­shaped.<br/><br/>LED lights shine down on me. Cameras in the ceiling watch my every move. Creepy though that is, I’m much more concerned about the robot arms.<br/><br/>The two brushed-­steel armatures hang from the ceiling. Each has an assortment of disturbingly penetration-­looking tools where hands should be. Can’t say I like the look of that.<br/><br/>“Ffff . . . oooh . . . rrrr,” I say. Will that do?<br/><br/>“Incorrect. What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>Dang it. I summon all my willpower and inner strength. Also, I’m starting to panic a little. Good. I use that too.<br/><br/>“Fffoouurr,” I finally say.<br/><br/>“Correct.”<br/><br/>Thank God. I can talk. Sort of.<br/><br/>I breathe a sigh of relief. Wait—­I just controlled my breathing. I take another breath. On purpose. My mouth is sore. My throat is sore. But it’s my soreness. I have control.<br/><br/>I’m wearing a breathing mask. It’s tight to my face and connected to a hose that goes behind my head.<br/><br/>Can I get up?<br/><br/>No. But I can move my head a little. I look down at my body. I’m naked and connected to more tubes than I can count. There’s one in each arm, one in each leg, one in my “gentlemen’s equipment,” and two that disappear under my thigh. I’m guessing one of them is up where the sun doesn’t shine.<br/><br/>That can’t be good.<br/><br/>Also, I’m covered with electrodes. The sensor-­type stickers like for an EKG, but they’re all over the place. Well, at least they’re only on my skin instead of jammed into me.<br/><br/>“Wh—­” I wheeze. I try again. “Where . . . am . . . I?”<br/><br/>“What’s the cube root of eight?” the computer asks.<br/><br/>“Where am I?” I say again. This time it’s easier.<br/><br/>“Incorrect. What’s the cube root of eight?”<br/><br/>I take a deep breath and speak slowly. “Two times e to the two-­i-­pi over three.”<br/><br/>“Incorrect. What’s the cube root of eight?”<br/><br/>But I wasn’t incorrect. I just wanted to see how smart the computer was. Answer: not very.<br/><br/>“Two,” I say.<br/><br/>“Correct.”<br/><br/>I listen for follow-­up questions, but the computer seems satisfied.<br/><br/>I’m tired. I drift off to sleep again.<br/><br/>I wake up. How long was I out? It must have been a while because I feel rested. I open my eyes without any effort. That’s progress.<br/><br/>I try to move my fingers. They wiggle as instructed. All right. Now we’re getting somewhere.<br/><br/>“Hand movement detected,” says the computer. “Remain still.”<br/><br/>“What? Why—­”<br/><br/>The robot arms come for me. They move fast. Before I know it, they’ve removed most of the tubes from my body. I didn’t feel a thing. Though my skin is kind of numb anyway.<br/><br/>Only three tubes remain: an IV in my arm, a tube up my butt, and a catheter. Those latter two are kind of the signature items I wanted removed, but okay.<br/><br/>I raise my right arm and let it fall back to the bed. I do the same for my left. They feel heavy as heck. I repeat the process a few times. My arms are muscular. That doesn’t make sense. I assume I’ve had some massive medical problem and been in this bed for a while. Otherwise, why would they have me hooked up to all the stuff? Shouldn’t there be muscle atrophy?<br/><br/>And shouldn’t there be doctors? Or maybe the sounds of a hospital? And what’s with this bed? It’s not a rectangle, it’s an oval and I think it’s mounted to the wall instead of the floor.<br/><br/>“Take . . .” I trail off. Still kind of tired. “Take the tubes out. . . .”<br/><br/>The computer doesn’t respond.<br/><br/>I do a few more arm lifts. I wiggle my toes. I’m definitely getting better.<br/><br/>I tilt my ankles back and forth. They’re working. I raise my knees up. My legs are well toned too. Not bodybuilder thick, but still too healthy for someone on the verge of death. I’m not sure how thick they should be, though.<br/><br/>I press my palms to the bed and push. My torso rises. I’m actually getting up! It takes all my strength but I soldier on. The bed rocks gently as I move. It’s not a normal bed, that’s for sure. As I raise my head higher up, I see the head and foot of the elliptical bed are attached to strong-­looking wall mounts. It’s kind of a rigid hammock. Weird.<br/><br/>Soon, I’m sitting on my butt tube. Not the most comfortable sensation, but when is a tube up your butt ever comfortable?<br/><br/>I have a better view of things now. This is no ordinary hospital room. The walls look plastic and the whole room is round. Stark-­white light comes from ceiling-­mounted LED lights.<br/><br/>There are two more hammock-­like beds mounted to the walls, each with their own patient. We are arranged in a triangle and the roof-­mounted Arms of Harassment are in the center of the ceiling. I guess they take care of all three of us. I can’t see much of my compatriots—­they’ve sunken into their bedding like I had.<br/><br/>There’s no door. Just a ladder on the wall leading to . . . a hatch? It’s round and has a wheel-­handle in the center. Yeah, it’s got to be some kind of hatch. Like on a submarine. Maybe the three of us have a contagious disease? Maybe this is an airtight quarantine room? There are small vents here and there on the wall and I feel a little airflow. It could be a controlled environment.<br/><br/>I slide one leg off over the edge of my bed, which makes it wobble. The robot arms rush ­toward me. I flinch, but they stop short and hover nearby. I think they’re ready to grab me if I fall.<br/><br/>“Full-­body motion detected,” the computer says. “What’s your name?”<br/><br/>“Pfft, seriously?” I ask.<br/><br/>“Incorrect. Attempt number two: What’s your name?”<br/><br/>I open my mouth to answer.<br/><br/>“Uh . . .”<br/><br/>“Incorrect. Attempt number three: What’s your name?”<br/><br/>Only now does it occur to me: I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what I do. I don’t remember anything at all.<br/><br/>“Um,” I say.<br/><br/>“Incorrect.”<br/><br/>A wave of fatigue grips me. It’s kind of pleasant, actually. The computer must have sedated me through the IV line.<br/><br/>“. . . waaaait . . .” I mumble.<br/><br/>The robot arms lay me gently back down to the bed.\"},{\"id\":\"116237706T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<b>Chapter 1</b><br/><br/>“What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>Something about the question irritates me. I’m tired. I drift back to sleep.<br/><br/>A few minutes pass, then I hear it again.<br/><br/>“What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>The soft, feminine voice lacks emotion and the pronunciation is identical to the previous time she said it. It’s a computer. A computer is hassling me. I’m even more irritated now.<br/><br/>“Lrmln,” I say. I’m surprised. I meant to say “Leave me alone”—a completely reasonable response in my opinion—­but I failed to speak.<br/><br/>“Incorrect,” says the computer. “What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>Time for an experiment. I’ll try to say hello.<br/><br/>“Hlllch?” I say.<br/><br/>“Incorrect. What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>What’s going on? I want to find out, but I don’t have much to work with. I can’t see. I can’t hear anything other than the computer. I can’t even feel. No, that’s not true. I feel something. I’m lying down. I’m on something soft. A bed.<br/><br/>I think my eyes are closed. That’s not so bad. All I have to do is open them. I try, but nothing happens.<br/><br/>Why can’t I open my eyes?<br/><br/>Open.<br/><br/>Aaaand . . . open!<br/><br/>Open, dang it!<br/><br/>Ooh! I felt a wiggle that time. My eyelids moved. I felt it.<br/><br/>Open!<br/><br/>My eyelids creep up and blinding light sears my retinas.<br/><br/>“Glunn!” I say. I keep my eyes open with sheer force of will. Everything is white with shades of pain.<br/><br/>“Eye movement detected,” my tormenter says. “What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>The whiteness lessens. My eyes are adjusting. I start to see shapes, but nothing sensible yet. Let’s see . . . can I move my hands? No.<br/><br/>Feet? Also no.<br/><br/>But I can move my mouth, right? I’ve been saying stuff. Not stuff that makes sense, but it’s something.<br/><br/>“Fffr.”<br/><br/>“Incorrect. What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>The shapes start to make sense. I’m in a bed. It’s kind of . . . oval-­shaped.<br/><br/>LED lights shine down on me. Cameras in the ceiling watch my every move. Creepy though that is, I’m much more concerned about the robot arms.<br/><br/>The two brushed-­steel armatures hang from the ceiling. Each has an assortment of disturbingly penetration-­looking tools where hands should be. Can’t say I like the look of that.<br/><br/>“Ffff . . . oooh . . . rrrr,” I say. Will that do?<br/><br/>“Incorrect. What’s two plus two?”<br/><br/>Dang it. I summon all my willpower and inner strength. Also, I’m starting to panic a little. Good. I use that too.<br/><br/>“Fffoouurr,” I finally say.<br/><br/>“Correct.”<br/><br/>Thank God. I can talk. Sort of.<br/><br/>I breathe a sigh of relief. Wait—­I just controlled my breathing. I take another breath. On purpose. My mouth is sore. My throat is sore. But it’s my soreness. I have control.<br/><br/>I’m wearing a breathing mask. It’s tight to my face and connected to a hose that goes behind my head.<br/><br/>Can I get up?<br/><br/>No. But I can move my head a little. I look down at my body. I’m naked and connected to more tubes than I can count. There’s one in each arm, one in each leg, one in my “gentlemen’s equipment,” and two that disappear under my thigh. I’m guessing one of them is up where the sun doesn’t shine.<br/><br/>That can’t be good.<br/><br/>Also, I’m covered with electrodes. The sensor-­type stickers like for an EKG, but they’re all over the place. Well, at least they’re only on my skin instead of jammed into me.<br/><br/>“Wh—­” I wheeze. I try again. “Where . . . am . . . I?”<br/><br/>“What’s the cube root of eight?” the computer asks.<br/><br/>“Where am I?” I say again. This time it’s easier.<br/><br/>“Incorrect. What’s the cube root of eight?”<br/><br/>I take a deep breath and speak slowly. “Two times e to the two-­i-­pi over three.”<br/><br/>“Incorrect. What’s the cube root of eight?”<br/><br/>But I wasn’t incorrect. I just wanted to see how smart the computer was. Answer: not very.<br/><br/>“Two,” I say.<br/><br/>“Correct.”<br/><br/>I listen for follow-­up questions, but the computer seems satisfied.<br/><br/>I’m tired. I drift off to sleep again.<br/><br/>I wake up. How long was I out? It must have been a while because I feel rested. I open my eyes without any effort. That’s progress.<br/><br/>I try to move my fingers. They wiggle as instructed. All right. Now we’re getting somewhere.<br/><br/>“Hand movement detected,” says the computer. “Remain still.”<br/><br/>“What? Why—­”<br/><br/>The robot arms come for me. They move fast. Before I know it, they’ve removed most of the tubes from my body. I didn’t feel a thing. Though my skin is kind of numb anyway.<br/><br/>Only three tubes remain: an IV in my arm, a tube up my butt, and a catheter. Those latter two are kind of the signature items I wanted removed, but okay.<br/><br/>I raise my right arm and let it fall back to the bed. I do the same for my left. They feel heavy as heck. I repeat the process a few times. My arms are muscular. That doesn’t make sense. I assume I’ve had some massive medical problem and been in this bed for a while. Otherwise, why would they have me hooked up to all the stuff? Shouldn’t there be muscle atrophy?<br/><br/>And shouldn’t there be doctors? Or maybe the sounds of a hospital? And what’s with this bed? It’s not a rectangle, it’s an oval and I think it’s mounted to the wall instead of the floor.<br/><br/>“Take . . .” I trail off. Still kind of tired. “Take the tubes out. . . .”<br/><br/>The computer doesn’t respond.<br/><br/>I do a few more arm lifts. I wiggle my toes. I’m definitely getting better.<br/><br/>I tilt my ankles back and forth. They’re working. I raise my knees up. My legs are well toned too. Not bodybuilder thick, but still too healthy for someone on the verge of death. I’m not sure how thick they should be, though.<br/><br/>I press my palms to the bed and push. My torso rises. I’m actually getting up! It takes all my strength but I soldier on. The bed rocks gently as I move. It’s not a normal bed, that’s for sure. As I raise my head higher up, I see the head and foot of the elliptical bed are attached to strong-­looking wall mounts. It’s kind of a rigid hammock. Weird.<br/><br/>Soon, I’m sitting on my butt tube. Not the most comfortable sensation, but when is a tube up your butt ever comfortable?<br/><br/>I have a better view of things now. This is no ordinary hospital room. The walls look plastic and the whole room is round. Stark-­white light comes from ceiling-­mounted LED lights.<br/><br/>There are two more hammock-­like beds mounted to the walls, each with their own patient. We are arranged in a triangle and the roof-­mounted Arms of Harassment are in the center of the ceiling. I guess they take care of all three of us. I can’t see much of my compatriots—­they’ve sunken into their bedding like I had.<br/><br/>There’s no door. Just a ladder on the wall leading to . . . a hatch? It’s round and has a wheel-­handle in the center. Yeah, it’s got to be some kind of hatch. Like on a submarine. Maybe the three of us have a contagious disease? Maybe this is an airtight quarantine room? There are small vents here and there on the wall and I feel a little airflow. It could be a controlled environment.<br/><br/>I slide one leg off over the edge of my bed, which makes it wobble. The robot arms rush ­toward me. I flinch, but they stop short and hover nearby. I think they’re ready to grab me if I fall.<br/><br/>“Full-­body motion detected,” the computer says. “What’s your name?”<br/><br/>“Pfft, seriously?” I ask.<br/><br/>“Incorrect. Attempt number two: What’s your name?”<br/><br/>I open my mouth to answer.<br/><br/>“Uh . . .”<br/><br/>“Incorrect. Attempt number three: What’s your name?”<br/><br/>Only now does it occur to me: I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what I do. I don’t remember anything at all.<br/><br/>“Um,” I say.<br/><br/>“Incorrect.”<br/><br/>A wave of fatigue grips me. It’s kind of pleasant, actually. The computer must have sedated me through the IV line.<br/><br/>“. . . waaaait . . .” I mumble.<br/><br/>The robot arms lay me gently back down to the bed.\"},{\"id\":\"76162927T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<b>Chapter 1</b><br><br>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>Something about the question irritates me. I&rsquo;m tired. I drift back to sleep.<br><br>A few minutes pass, then I hear it again.<br><br>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>The soft, feminine voice lacks emotion and the pronunciation is identical to the previous time she said it. It&rsquo;s a computer. A computer is hassling me. I&rsquo;m even more irritated now.<br><br>&ldquo;Lrmln,&rdquo; I say. I&rsquo;m surprised. I meant to say &ldquo;Leave me alone&rdquo;&mdash;a completely reasonable response in my opinion&mdash;but I failed to speak.<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect,&rdquo; says the computer. &ldquo;What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>Time for an experiment. I&rsquo;ll try to say hello.<br><br>&ldquo;Hlllch?&rdquo; I say.<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>What&rsquo;s going on? I want to find out, but I don&rsquo;t have much to work with. I can&rsquo;t see. I can&rsquo;t hear anything other than the computer. I can&rsquo;t even feel. No, that&rsquo;s not true. I feel something. I&rsquo;m lying down. I&rsquo;m on something soft. A bed.<br><br>I think my eyes are closed. That&rsquo;s not so bad. All I have to do is open them. I try, but nothing happens.<br><br>Why can&rsquo;t I open my eyes?<br><br>Open.<br><br>Aaaand&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. open!<br><br>Open, dang it!<br><br>Ooh! I felt a wiggle that time. My eyelids moved. I felt it.<br><br>Open!<br><br>My eyelids creep up and blinding light sears my retinas.<br><br>&ldquo;Glunn!&rdquo; I say. I keep my eyes open with sheer force of will. Everything is white with shades of pain.<br><br>&ldquo;Eye movement detected,&rdquo; my tormenter says. &ldquo;What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>The whiteness lessens. My eyes are adjusting. I start to see shapes, but nothing sensible yet. Let&rsquo;s see&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. can I move my hands? No.<br><br>Feet? Also no.<br><br>But I can move my mouth, right? I&rsquo;ve been saying stuff. Not stuff that makes sense, but it&rsquo;s something.<br><br>&ldquo;Fffr.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>The shapes start to make sense. I&rsquo;m in a bed. It&rsquo;s kind of&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. oval-&shy;shaped.<br><br>LED lights shine down on me. Cameras in the ceiling watch my every move. Creepy though that is, I&rsquo;m much more concerned about the robot arms.<br><br>The two brushed-&shy;steel armatures hang from the ceiling. Each has an assortment of disturbingly penetration-&shy;looking tools where hands should be. Can&rsquo;t say I like the look of that.<br><br>&ldquo;Ffff&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. oooh&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. rrrr,&rdquo; I say. Will that do?<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. What&rsquo;s two plus two?&rdquo;<br><br>Dang it. I summon all my willpower and inner strength. Also, I&rsquo;m starting to panic a little. Good. I use that too.<br><br>&ldquo;Fffoouurr,&rdquo; I finally say.<br><br>&ldquo;Correct.&rdquo;<br><br>Thank God. I can talk. Sort of.<br><br>I breathe a sigh of relief. Wait&mdash;I just controlled my breathing. I take another breath. On purpose. My mouth is sore. My throat is sore. But it&rsquo;s my soreness. I have control.<br><br>I&rsquo;m wearing a breathing mask. It&rsquo;s tight to my face and connected to a hose that goes behind my head.<br><br>Can I get up?<br><br>No. But I can move my head a little. I look down at my body. I&rsquo;m naked and connected to more tubes than I can count. There&rsquo;s one in each arm, one in each leg, one in my &ldquo;gentlemen&rsquo;s equipment,&rdquo; and two that disappear under my thigh. I&rsquo;m guessing one of them is up where the sun doesn&rsquo;t shine.<br><br>That can&rsquo;t be good.<br><br>Also, I&rsquo;m covered with electrodes. The sensor-&shy;type stickers like for an EKG, but they&rsquo;re all over the place. Well, at least they&rsquo;re only on my skin instead of jammed into me.<br><br>&ldquo;Wh&mdash;&rdquo; I wheeze. I try again. &ldquo;Where&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. am&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. I?&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s the cube root of eight?&rdquo; the computer asks.<br><br>&ldquo;Where am I?&rdquo; I say again. This time it&rsquo;s easier.<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. What&rsquo;s the cube root of eight?&rdquo;<br><br>I take a deep breath and speak slowly. &ldquo;Two times e to the two-&shy;i-&shy;pi over three.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. What&rsquo;s the cube root of eight?&rdquo;<br><br>But I wasn&rsquo;t incorrect. I just wanted to see how smart the computer was. Answer&#58; not very.<br><br>&ldquo;Two,&rdquo; I say.<br><br>&ldquo;Correct.&rdquo;<br><br>I listen for follow-&shy;up questions, but the computer seems satisfied.<br><br>I&rsquo;m tired. I drift off to sleep again.<br><br>I wake up. How long was I out? It must have been a while because I feel rested. I open my eyes without any effort. That&rsquo;s progress.<br><br>I try to move my fingers. They wiggle as instructed. All right. Now we&rsquo;re getting somewhere.<br><br>&ldquo;Hand movement detected,&rdquo; says the computer. &ldquo;Remain still.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;What? Why&mdash;&rdquo;<br><br>The robot arms come for me. They move fast. Before I know it, they&rsquo;ve removed most of the tubes from my body. I didn&rsquo;t feel a thing. Though my skin is kind of numb anyway.<br><br>Only three tubes remain&#58; an IV in my arm, a tube up my butt, and a catheter. Those latter two are kind of the signature items I wanted removed, but okay.<br><br>I raise my right arm and let it fall back to the bed. I do the same for my left. They feel heavy as heck. I repeat the process a few times. My arms are muscular. That doesn&rsquo;t make sense. I assume I&rsquo;ve had some massive medical problem and been in this bed for a while. Otherwise, why would they have me hooked up to all the stuff? Shouldn&rsquo;t there be muscle atrophy?<br><br>And shouldn&rsquo;t there be doctors? Or maybe the sounds of a hospital? And what&rsquo;s with this bed? It&rsquo;s not a rectangle, it&rsquo;s an oval and I think it&rsquo;s mounted to the wall instead of the floor.<br><br>&ldquo;Take&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&rdquo; I trail off. Still kind of tired. &ldquo;Take the tubes out.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&rdquo;<br><br>The computer doesn&rsquo;t respond.<br><br>I do a few more arm lifts. I wiggle my toes. I&rsquo;m definitely getting better.<br><br>I tilt my ankles back and forth. They&rsquo;re working. I raise my knees up. My legs are well toned too. Not bodybuilder thick, but still too healthy for someone on the verge of death. I&rsquo;m not sure how thick they should be, though.<br><br>I press my palms to the bed and push. My torso rises. I&rsquo;m actually getting up! It takes all my strength but I soldier on. The bed rocks gently as I move. It&rsquo;s not a normal bed, that&rsquo;s for sure. As I raise my head higher up, I see the head and foot of the elliptical bed are attached to strong-&shy;looking wall mounts. It&rsquo;s kind of a rigid hammock. Weird.<br><br>Soon, I&rsquo;m sitting on my butt tube. Not the most comfortable sensation, but when is a tube up your butt ever comfortable?<br><br>I have a better view of things now. This is no ordinary hospital room. The walls look plastic and the whole room is round. Stark-&shy;white light comes from ceiling-&shy;mounted LED lights.<br><br>There are two more hammock-&shy;like beds mounted to the walls, each with their own patient. We are arranged in a triangle and the roof-&shy;mounted Arms of Harassment are in the center of the ceiling. I guess they take care of all three of us. I can&rsquo;t see much of my compatriots&mdash;they&rsquo;ve sunken into their bedding like I had.<br><br>There&rsquo;s no door. Just a ladder on the wall leading to&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. a hatch? It&rsquo;s round and has a wheel-&shy;handle in the center. Yeah, it&rsquo;s got to be some kind of hatch. Like on a submarine. Maybe the three of us have a contagious disease? Maybe this is an airtight quarantine room? There are small vents here and there on the wall and I feel a little airflow. It could be a controlled environment.<br><br>I slide one leg off over the edge of my bed, which makes it wobble. The robot arms rush &shy;toward me. I flinch, but they stop short and hover nearby. I think they&rsquo;re ready to grab me if I fall.<br><br>&ldquo;Full-&shy;body motion detected,&rdquo; the computer says. &ldquo;What&rsquo;s your name?&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Pfft, seriously?&rdquo; I ask.<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. Attempt number two&#58; What&rsquo;s your name?&rdquo;<br><br>I open my mouth to answer.<br><br>&ldquo;Uh&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect. Attempt number three&#58; What&rsquo;s your name?&rdquo;<br><br>Only now does it occur to me&#58; I don&rsquo;t know who I am. I don&rsquo;t know what I do. I don&rsquo;t remember anything at all.<br><br>&ldquo;Um,&rdquo; I say.<br><br>&ldquo;Incorrect.&rdquo;<br><br>A wave of fatigue grips me. It&rsquo;s kind of pleasant, actually. 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As far as I could tell, anyone who was indoors when it happened died instantly. If you had any sort of roof over you, you were dead. That included people in cars, airplanes, subways. Even tents and cardboard boxes. Hell, probably umbrellas, too. Though I'm not so sure about that one.<br/><br/>I'm not gonna lie. You guys who were inside, probably warm and asleep and dreaming about some random bullshit? I'm jealous. You're the lucky ones. You were just gone. Splattered into dust during the transformation.<br/><br/>It was a Tuesday, and the calendar had just ticked over to January 3rd. A terrible winter storm had descended on North America, and half the country was buried in snow and ice. In Seattle we didn't have too much snow that night. But it was well below zero, which was unusually cold, even for January.<br/><br/>I'm sure in other parts of the world where it was warmer and not in the middle of the night, many more people survived. Many more.<br/><br/>I also bet most of them were probably wearing more clothes than I was at the time of the incident. And those assholes were smart enough not to go into the light.<br/><br/>Me, I didn't have a choice. Like I said, it was below freezing. I was outside. And I was wearing boxers, a leather jacket, and a pair of pink Crocs sandals that barely fit me.<br/><br/>I was also holding a crying, scratching, squirming, and spitting cat named Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk. She was a tortoiseshell Persian cat worth more than I made in a year. My ex-girlfriend called her Princess Donut for short. I just stuck with Donut.<br/><br/>So let me back up about ten minutes. I won't bore you with too much backstory, but some of these details may be important.<br/><br/>My name is Carl. I am twenty-seven years old. After a stint in the US Coast Guard, I ended up working as a marine tech, fixing electrical systems for rich assholes and their party boats. I, up until a few days before this started, lived with my girlfriend in our apartment in Seattle.<br/><br/>Her name was Beatrice. Bea. She went to the Bahamas for a New Year's thing with a bunch of friends. She didn't tell me her ex-boyfriend went along with her on the trip. I figured it out pretty quick when I saw the picture of her sitting on his lap on Instagram.<br/><br/>I don't like drama, and I don't deal well with it. Whether she was actually cheating on me or not, it didn't matter so much. She'd lied. So I called her up, and I told her we were done. I promised I'd have all her stuff ready for her to go when she got back. No drama. No fuss. But we were done.<br/><br/>She'd asked her parents to come get the cat, but they lived on the other side of the Cascades, and nobody was getting through any of the passes with this weather. So I promised I'd look after her until Beatrice got back.<br/><br/>So, let me tell you about Donut the cat. Like I said, she's one of those fluffy, flat-faced cats that look like they need to be sitting on the lap of a Bond villain. Bea and I shared a two-bedroom apartment, and one of those rooms was dedicated to the cat if that tells you anything. More specifically, the room was devoted to Donut's Best-in-Show ribbons, her Best-in-Breed ribbons, and countless trophies and framed photographs of her sitting on a table, looking all fuzzy and pissed off while Bea and a judge stood behind her. Bea probably had fifty of the pictures. She'd won a mess of ribbons and trophies and photographs pretty much every time Beatrice took Donut to an event. And Bea took that damn cat to a show almost every weekend.<br/><br/>Her whole family was into raising and showing Persian cats. Me, I didn't really know much about that whole cat show world. I didn't want to get too involved. Like I said, I don't do drama.<br/><br/>And let me tell you something about cat people. More specifically, cat show people.<br/><br/>Actually, never mind. Fuck those guys. All that's important is Bea and Donut were a part of this whole world I didn't want anything to do with.<br/><br/>I never considered myself a big fan of cats. But, if we're being truthful here, I liked Donut. That cat did not give two shits about anybody or anything, and I could respect that. If Donut wanted to sit on my lap while I was blasting away on PlayStation, then she sat on my damn lap. If I tried to pick her up, she hissed and scratched and jumped right back up there. And then she looked at me with a squished face that said, What're you gonna do about it?<br/><br/>I'd been tempted, more than once, to throttle the thing. But I'm not an asshole. Plus, I could respect the little monster's tenacity. Some of my buddies would give me crap about it, me spending all this time with a fuzzy cat that was probably worth more than I would make in a year, but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed having that ball of fuzz sitting in my lap.<br/><br/>One of Beatrice's ironclad, this-is-not-negotiable rules was no smoking in the apartment. So after our fight and breakup, I'd made a point of smoking as much as I could. I know, immature. But it was freezing outside. Donut didn't seem to like the smoke too much, and the smell clung to her hair. So, as a compromise, I would crack the window when I smoked.<br/><br/>So when I woke up at about 2 a.m., having been startled awake by a dream, I decided I needed a smoke. I pulled out my pack, cracked the window, and I lit a cigarette.<br/><br/>Donut, who had been sleeping right next to me on the bed, decided at that very moment that she wanted to-for the first time in her feline life-go outside and explore. She jumped up on my shoulder, and she leaped out the second-story window onto the tree outside my apartment. Just like that. I'd had that window open dozens of times over the past year, and she'd never even given the window a second glance. But tonight, on the coldest night of the year, the furry asshole decided to Lewis and Clark her way out of the apartment.<br/><br/>She scampered down the tree, sniffed at the sidewalk a few times, and then promptly realized it was cold as fuck. Her adventure over as quickly as it began, she rushed back up the tree and stared at me over the five feet from the window to the branch. The adventure all drained out of her, Donut decided not to risk jumping back inside. So instead, she decided to start howling at the top of her lungs.<br/><br/>I spent the next several minutes cursing at the cat, trying to coax her back inside. I opened the window all the way, sending gales of ice-cold air in the previously toasty apartment. The fuzzy black-and-beige-and-white cat just sat there, bitching and howling so much I feared one of my neighbors might wake up and shoot her.<br/><br/>I'd left my boots in the dryer all the way in the building's basement. I didn't know where the hell my running shoes were. So, in a momentary decision I would quickly come to regret, I squeezed my feet into a pair of my ex-girlfriend's Crocs, pulled a heavy leather jacket on, and I rushed outside to grab the cat. A part of me kept saying, Screw it. It's not your cat. Let the fucker freeze.<br/><br/>But, like I said, I'm not that much of an asshole. As much as Beatrice deserved it, she loved that damn cat. And poor, stupid Donut wouldn't stand a chance out here in the cold. Not for long.<br/><br/>Plus, again, the cat was right there, howling like someone was eating her children in front of her.<br/><br/>I rushed down the stairs, and I jumped outside, rushing to the tree that sat between the sidewalk and the building. I immediately regretted not taking the time to put proper clothes on. The cold, windy air sank its claws into my legs and feet.<br/><br/>Donut was right there, sitting on a tree just out of reach, looking between me and the open window into the apartment. She continued to howl. A light popped on in an apartment on the first floor. I groaned. Mrs. Parsons. Grumpy, I-like-to-file-complaints Mrs. Parsons.<br/><br/>\\\"Donut!\\\" I said. \\\"Come on, you little shit!\\\" I held out my arms.<br/><br/>The cat could jump into my arms. It was something I'd trained her to do. I could shake a bag of cat treats, and she'd jump right up there. I could make a pspspsps sound, and she'd sometimes jump up on my shoulder. I cursed myself for not bringing cat treats out with me.<br/><br/>The window on the first-floor apartment slid open. \\\"What in god's name is going on out here?\\\" Mrs. Parsons called, sticking her head out the window. The old woman had her head wrapped in some sort of towel, making her look like a swami. Her beady eyes focused on me. \\\"Carl, is that you?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Yes, Mrs. Parsons,\\\" I said. \\\"Sorry. My cat got out, and I'm trying to get her in before she freezes to death.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"It looks like you're the one who's going to freeze to . . .\\\"<br/><br/>Mrs. Parsons never finished the sentence.<br/><br/>Slam.<br/><br/>It happened so fast.<br/><br/>The building smashed down to the ground. I watched it happen. The seven-story apartment building was there one moment, and then it was gone. But it hadn't disappeared. I was looking right at Mrs. Parsons when it went down. It was like the building was a massive tin can that had been crushed by a giant cosmic boot. I saw it, and I heard it. Wind rushed at me, and it was instantly dark outside. The streetlamp just to my left was gone. The buildings all around me were gone. The cars on the street were gone, too.<br/><br/>Everything was gone except the trees and the bicycles in the bike racks, and Marjory Williams's moped, which was still booted by parking enforcement.<br/><br/>I looked around, the freezing weather momentarily forgotten. In the dark, overcast night, I could barely see anything. In the distance-a distance I could now see thanks to the lack of buildings-a fire burned.<br/><br/>There was utter, complete silence.<br/><br/>\\\"What the hell?\\\" I said, spinning in circles.<br/><br/>A couple random things remained. Like the bike rack. The stop sign was there, but the street sign next to it was gone. It didn't make sense. Where the cars were parked on the road, car-shaped indentations of dirt appeared, as if they'd been pulled down toward the center of the Earth, being ripped directly through the asphalt.<br/><br/>Donut jumped into my still-outstretched arms. I looked at the cat, not knowing what to do or say.<br/><br/>\\\"What the hell?\\\" I said again.<br/><br/>All that remained of my building was a rectangle of churned dirt and rocks.<br/><br/>And then I saw it, right near my feet.<br/><br/>It was Mrs. Parson's head. In the dark, it was hard to discern. But I immediately knew what it was.<br/><br/>It hit me, at that moment. The sudden shock of the buildings was one thing. But there were people in those buildings. It was almost everybody in the damn city. Hell, even most of the homeless people were in shelters. There'd been a whole thing on the news about them rounding everybody up because of the extreme cold. It was two in the damn morning on a Monday night. Everyone would be in bed. And that meant everyone was dead!<br/><br/>I kept spinning in circles like an idiot, not knowing what to do. I felt sick to my stomach. Donut started to squirm, having decided I was useless. She clawed at me, but I wouldn't let the cat go.<br/><br/>Then came the voice. A male, robotic voice.<br/><br/>It spoke in my mind. The voice was like a physical thing. A spike in my brain scratching me. It wasn't speaking English. But I understood the words. As the person spoke, the text also appeared floating in front of me.<br/><br/>Surviving humans, take note.<br/><br/>\\\"What?\\\" I said out loud. \\\"What's that? Who's there?\\\" I kicked at the floating words with my foot, and the too-small Croc went flying. I hopped over and quickly shoved my foot back in. The words moved with me, floating just a few feet in front of my face.<br/><br/>Even the letters weren't in English. They crawled down, not across the screen. But I knew them, understood them like I'd been reading the language my entire life.<br/><br/>Per Syndicate rules, subsection 543 of the Precious Elemental Reserves Code, having failed to file a proper appeal for mineral and elemental rights within 50 solars of first contact, your planet has been successfully seized and is currently being mined of all requested elemental deposits by the assigned planetary regent.<br/><br/>Every interior of your world has been crushed and all raw materials-organic and inanimate-are in the process of being mined for the requested elements.<br/><br/>Per the Mined Material Reclamation Act along with subsection 35 of the Indigenous Planetary Species Protection Act, any surviving humans will be given the opportunity to reclaim their lost matter. The Borant Corporation, having been assigned regency over this solar system, is allowed to choose the manner of this reclamation, and they have chosen option 3, also known as the 18-Level World Dungeon. The Borant Corporation retains all rights to broadcast, exploit, and otherwise control all aspects of the World Dungeon and will remain in control as long as they adhere to Syndicate regulations regarding world resource reclamation.<br/><br/>Upon successful completion of level 18 of the World Dungeon, regency of this planet will revert to the successor.<br/><br/>A Syndicate neutral observer AI-myself-has been created and dispatched to this planet to supervise the creation of the World Dungeon and to ensure all the rules and regulations are properly followed.<br/><br/>Please pay careful attention to the following information as it will not be repeated.<br/><br/>Per the Indigenous Planetary Species Protection Act, all remaining materials-estimated to be 99.999999% of the sifted matter-is currently being repurposed for the subterranean World Dungeon. The first level of this dungeon will open approximately 18 seconds after the end of this announcement. The first-level entrances will be open for exactly one human hour and one hour only. Once the entrances are closed, you may no longer enter. If you enter, you may not leave until you have either completed all 18 levels of the World Dungeon or if you meet certain other requirements.\"},{\"id\":\"112476235T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"1<br><br>The transformation occurred at approximately 2&#58;23 a.m., Pacific Standard Time. As far as I could tell, anyone who was indoors when it happened died instantly. If you had any sort of roof over you, you were dead. That included people in cars, airplanes, subways. Even tents and cardboard boxes. Hell, probably umbrellas, too. Though I'm not so sure about that one.<br><br>I'm not gonna lie. You guys who were inside, probably warm and asleep and dreaming about some random bullshit? I'm jealous. You're the lucky ones. You were just gone. Splattered into dust during the transformation.<br><br>It was a Tuesday, and the calendar had just ticked over to January 3rd. A terrible winter storm had descended on North America, and half the country was buried in snow and ice. In Seattle we didn't have too much snow that night. But it was well below zero, which was unusually cold, even for January.<br><br>I'm sure in other parts of the world where it was warmer and not in the middle of the night, many more people survived. Many more.<br><br>I also bet most of them were probably wearing more clothes than I was at the time of the incident. And those assholes were smart enough not to go into the light.<br><br>Me, I didn't have a choice. Like I said, it was below freezing. I was outside. And I was wearing boxers, a leather jacket, and a pair of pink Crocs sandals that barely fit me.<br><br>I was also holding a crying, scratching, squirming, and spitting cat named Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk. She was a tortoiseshell Persian cat worth more than I made in a year. My ex-girlfriend called her Princess Donut for short. I just stuck with Donut.<br><br>So let me back up about ten minutes. I won't bore you with too much backstory, but some of these details may be important.<br><br>My name is Carl. I am twenty-seven years old. After a stint in the US Coast Guard, I ended up working as a marine tech, fixing electrical systems for rich assholes and their party boats. I, up until a few days before this started, lived with my girlfriend in our apartment in Seattle.<br><br>Her name was Beatrice. Bea. She went to the Bahamas for a New Year's thing with a bunch of friends. She didn't tell me her ex-boyfriend went along with her on the trip. I figured it out pretty quick when I saw the picture of her sitting on his lap on Instagram.<br><br>I don't like drama, and I don't deal well with it. Whether she was actually cheating on me or not, it didn't matter so much. She'd lied. So I called her up, and I told her we were done. I promised I'd have all her stuff ready for her to go when she got back. No drama. No fuss. But we were done.<br><br>She'd asked her parents to come get the cat, but they lived on the other side of the Cascades, and nobody was getting through any of the passes with this weather. So I promised I'd look after her until Beatrice got back.<br><br>So, let me tell you about Donut the cat. Like I said, she's one of those fluffy, flat-faced cats that look like they need to be sitting on the lap of a Bond villain. Bea and I shared a two-bedroom apartment, and one of those rooms was dedicated to the cat if that tells you anything. More specifically, the room was devoted to Donut's Best-in-Show ribbons, her Best-in-Breed ribbons, and countless trophies and framed photographs of her sitting on a table, looking all fuzzy and pissed off while Bea and a judge stood behind her. Bea probably had fifty of the pictures. She'd won a mess of ribbons and trophies and photographs pretty much every time Beatrice took Donut to an event. And Bea took that damn cat to a show almost every weekend.<br><br>Her whole family was into raising and showing Persian cats. Me, I didn't really know much about that whole cat show world. I didn't want to get too involved. Like I said, I don't do drama.<br><br>And let me tell you something about cat people. More specifically, cat show people.<br><br>Actually, never mind. Fuck those guys. All that's important is Bea and Donut were a part of this whole world I didn't want anything to do with.<br><br>I never considered myself a big fan of cats. But, if we're being truthful here, I liked Donut. That cat did not give two shits about anybody or anything, and I could respect that. If Donut wanted to sit on my lap while I was blasting away on PlayStation, then she sat on my damn lap. If I tried to pick her up, she hissed and scratched and jumped right back up there. And then she looked at me with a squished face that said, What're you gonna do about it?<br><br>I'd been tempted, more than once, to throttle the thing. But I'm not an asshole. Plus, I could respect the little monster's tenacity. Some of my buddies would give me crap about it, me spending all this time with a fuzzy cat that was probably worth more than I would make in a year, but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed having that ball of fuzz sitting in my lap.<br><br>One of Beatrice's ironclad, this-is-not-negotiable rules was no smoking in the apartment. So after our fight and breakup, I'd made a point of smoking as much as I could. I know, immature. But it was freezing outside. Donut didn't seem to like the smoke too much, and the smell clung to her hair. So, as a compromise, I would crack the window when I smoked.<br><br>So when I woke up at about 2 a.m., having been startled awake by a dream, I decided I needed a smoke. I pulled out my pack, cracked the window, and I lit a cigarette.<br><br>Donut, who had been sleeping right next to me on the bed, decided at that very moment that she wanted to-for the first time in her feline life-go outside and explore. She jumped up on my shoulder, and she leaped out the second-story window onto the tree outside my apartment. Just like that. I'd had that window open dozens of times over the past year, and she'd never even given the window a second glance. But tonight, on the coldest night of the year, the furry asshole decided to Lewis and Clark her way out of the apartment.<br><br>She scampered down the tree, sniffed at the sidewalk a few times, and then promptly realized it was cold as fuck. Her adventure over as quickly as it began, she rushed back up the tree and stared at me over the five feet from the window to the branch. The adventure all drained out of her, Donut decided not to risk jumping back inside. So instead, she decided to start howling at the top of her lungs.<br><br>I spent the next several minutes cursing at the cat, trying to coax her back inside. I opened the window all the way, sending gales of ice-cold air in the previously toasty apartment. The fuzzy black-and-beige-and-white cat just sat there, bitching and howling so much I feared one of my neighbors might wake up and shoot her.<br><br>I'd left my boots in the dryer all the way in the building's basement. I didn't know where the hell my running shoes were. So, in a momentary decision I would quickly come to regret, I squeezed my feet into a pair of my ex-girlfriend's Crocs, pulled a heavy leather jacket on, and I rushed outside to grab the cat. A part of me kept saying, Screw it. It's not your cat. Let the fucker freeze.<br><br>But, like I said, I'm not that much of an asshole. As much as Beatrice deserved it, she loved that damn cat. And poor, stupid Donut wouldn't stand a chance out here in the cold. Not for long.<br><br>Plus, again, the cat was right there, howling like someone was eating her children in front of her.<br><br>I rushed down the stairs, and I jumped outside, rushing to the tree that sat between the sidewalk and the building. I immediately regretted not taking the time to put proper clothes on. The cold, windy air sank its claws into my legs and feet.<br><br>Donut was right there, sitting on a tree just out of reach, looking between me and the open window into the apartment. She continued to howl. A light popped on in an apartment on the first floor. I groaned. Mrs. Parsons. Grumpy, I-like-to-file-complaints Mrs. Parsons.<br><br>\\\"Donut!\\\" I said. \\\"Come on, you little shit!\\\" I held out my arms.<br><br>The cat could jump into my arms. It was something I'd trained her to do. I could shake a bag of cat treats, and she'd jump right up there. I could make a pspspsps sound, and she'd sometimes jump up on my shoulder. I cursed myself for not bringing cat treats out with me.<br><br>The window on the first-floor apartment slid open. \\\"What in god's name is going on out here?\\\" Mrs. Parsons called, sticking her head out the window. The old woman had her head wrapped in some sort of towel, making her look like a swami. Her beady eyes focused on me. \\\"Carl, is that you?\\\"<br><br>\\\"Yes, Mrs. Parsons,\\\" I said. \\\"Sorry. My cat got out, and I'm trying to get her in before she freezes to death.\\\"<br><br>\\\"It looks like you're the one who's going to freeze to . . .\\\"<br><br>Mrs. Parsons never finished the sentence.<br><br>Slam.<br><br>It happened so fast.<br><br>The building smashed down to the ground. I watched it happen. The seven-story apartment building was there one moment, and then it was gone. But it hadn't disappeared. I was looking right at Mrs. Parsons when it went down. It was like the building was a massive tin can that had been crushed by a giant cosmic boot. I saw it, and I heard it. Wind rushed at me, and it was instantly dark outside. The streetlamp just to my left was gone. The buildings all around me were gone. The cars on the street were gone, too.<br><br>Everything was gone except the trees and the bicycles in the bike racks, and Marjory Williams's moped, which was still booted by parking enforcement.<br><br>I looked around, the freezing weather momentarily forgotten. In the dark, overcast night, I could barely see anything. In the distance-a distance I could now see thanks to the lack of buildings-a fire burned.<br><br>There was utter, complete silence.<br><br>\\\"What the hell?\\\" I said, spinning in circles.<br><br>A couple random things remained. Like the bike rack. The stop sign was there, but the street sign next to it was gone. It didn't make sense. Where the cars were parked on the road, car-shaped indentations of dirt appeared, as if they'd been pulled down toward the center of the Earth, being ripped directly through the asphalt.<br><br>Donut jumped into my still-outstretched arms. I looked at the cat, not knowing what to do or say.<br><br>\\\"What the hell?\\\" I said again.<br><br>All that remained of my building was a rectangle of churned dirt and rocks.<br><br>And then I saw it, right near my feet.<br><br>It was Mrs. Parson's head. In the dark, it was hard to discern. But I immediately knew what it was.<br><br>It hit me, at that moment. The sudden shock of the buildings was one thing. But there were people in those buildings. It was almost everybody in the damn city. Hell, even most of the homeless people were in shelters. There'd been a whole thing on the news about them rounding everybody up because of the extreme cold. It was two in the damn morning on a Monday night. Everyone would be in bed. And that meant everyone was dead!<br><br>I kept spinning in circles like an idiot, not knowing what to do. I felt sick to my stomach. Donut started to squirm, having decided I was useless. She clawed at me, but I wouldn't let the cat go.<br><br>Then came the voice. A male, robotic voice.<br><br>It spoke in my mind. The voice was like a physical thing. A spike in my brain scratching me. It wasn't speaking English. But I understood the words. As the person spoke, the text also appeared floating in front of me.<br><br>Surviving humans, take note.<br><br>\\\"What?\\\" I said out loud. \\\"What's that? Who's there?\\\" I kicked at the floating words with my foot, and the too-small Croc went flying. I hopped over and quickly shoved my foot back in. The words moved with me, floating just a few feet in front of my face.<br><br>Even the letters weren't in English. They crawled down, not across the screen. But I knew them, understood them like I'd been reading the language my entire life.<br><br>Per Syndicate rules, subsection 543 of the Precious Elemental Reserves Code, having failed to file a proper appeal for mineral and elemental rights within 50 solars of first contact, your planet has been successfully seized and is currently being mined of all requested elemental deposits by the assigned planetary regent.<br><br>Every interior of your world has been crushed and all raw materials-organic and inanimate-are in the process of being mined for the requested elements.<br><br>Per the Mined Material Reclamation Act along with subsection 35 of the Indigenous Planetary Species Protection Act, any surviving humans will be given the opportunity to reclaim their lost matter. The Borant Corporation, having been assigned regency over this solar system, is allowed to choose the manner of this reclamation, and they have chosen option 3, also known as the 18-Level World Dungeon. The Borant Corporation retains all rights to broadcast, exploit, and otherwise control all aspects of the World Dungeon and will remain in control as long as they adhere to Syndicate regulations regarding world resource reclamation.<br><br>Upon successful completion of level 18 of the World Dungeon, regency of this planet will revert to the successor.<br><br>A Syndicate neutral observer AI-myself-has been created and dispatched to this planet to supervise the creation of the World Dungeon and to ensure all the rules and regulations are properly followed.<br><br>Please pay careful attention to the following information as it will not be repeated.<br><br>Per the Indigenous Planetary Species Protection Act, all remaining materials-estimated to be 99.999999% of the sifted matter-is currently being repurposed for the subterranean World Dungeon. The first level of this dungeon will open approximately 18 seconds after the end of this announcement. The first-level entrances will be open for exactly one human hour and one hour only. Once the entrances are closed, you may no longer enter. If you enter, you may not leave until you have either completed all 18 levels of the World Dungeon or if you meet certain other requirements.\"},{\"id\":\"116235958T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"1<br/><br/>The transformation occurred at approximately 2:23 a.m., Pacific Standard Time. As far as I could tell, anyone who was indoors when it happened died instantly. If you had any sort of roof over you, you were dead. That included people in cars, airplanes, subways. Even tents and cardboard boxes. Hell, probably umbrellas, too. Though I'm not so sure about that one.<br/><br/>I'm not gonna lie. You guys who were inside, probably warm and asleep and dreaming about some random bullshit? I'm jealous. You're the lucky ones. You were just gone. Splattered into dust during the transformation.<br/><br/>It was a Tuesday, and the calendar had just ticked over to January 3rd. A terrible winter storm had descended on North America, and half the country was buried in snow and ice. In Seattle we didn't have too much snow that night. But it was well below zero, which was unusually cold, even for January.<br/><br/>I'm sure in other parts of the world where it was warmer and not in the middle of the night, many more people survived. Many more.<br/><br/>I also bet most of them were probably wearing more clothes than I was at the time of the incident. And those assholes were smart enough not to go into the light.<br/><br/>Me, I didn't have a choice. Like I said, it was below freezing. I was outside. And I was wearing boxers, a leather jacket, and a pair of pink Crocs sandals that barely fit me.<br/><br/>I was also holding a crying, scratching, squirming, and spitting cat named Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk. She was a tortoiseshell Persian cat worth more than I made in a year. My ex-girlfriend called her Princess Donut for short. I just stuck with Donut.<br/><br/>So let me back up about ten minutes. I won't bore you with too much backstory, but some of these details may be important.<br/><br/>My name is Carl. I am twenty-seven years old. After a stint in the US Coast Guard, I ended up working as a marine tech, fixing electrical systems for rich assholes and their party boats. I, up until a few days before this started, lived with my girlfriend in our apartment in Seattle.<br/><br/>Her name was Beatrice. Bea. She went to the Bahamas for a New Year's thing with a bunch of friends. She didn't tell me her ex-boyfriend went along with her on the trip. I figured it out pretty quick when I saw the picture of her sitting on his lap on Instagram.<br/><br/>I don't like drama, and I don't deal well with it. Whether she was actually cheating on me or not, it didn't matter so much. She'd lied. So I called her up, and I told her we were done. I promised I'd have all her stuff ready for her to go when she got back. No drama. No fuss. But we were done.<br/><br/>She'd asked her parents to come get the cat, but they lived on the other side of the Cascades, and nobody was getting through any of the passes with this weather. So I promised I'd look after her until Beatrice got back.<br/><br/>So, let me tell you about Donut the cat. Like I said, she's one of those fluffy, flat-faced cats that look like they need to be sitting on the lap of a Bond villain. Bea and I shared a two-bedroom apartment, and one of those rooms was dedicated to the cat if that tells you anything. More specifically, the room was devoted to Donut's Best-in-Show ribbons, her Best-in-Breed ribbons, and countless trophies and framed photographs of her sitting on a table, looking all fuzzy and pissed off while Bea and a judge stood behind her. Bea probably had fifty of the pictures. She'd won a mess of ribbons and trophies and photographs pretty much every time Beatrice took Donut to an event. And Bea took that damn cat to a show almost every weekend.<br/><br/>Her whole family was into raising and showing Persian cats. Me, I didn't really know much about that whole cat show world. I didn't want to get too involved. Like I said, I don't do drama.<br/><br/>And let me tell you something about cat people. More specifically, cat show people.<br/><br/>Actually, never mind. Fuck those guys. All that's important is Bea and Donut were a part of this whole world I didn't want anything to do with.<br/><br/>I never considered myself a big fan of cats. But, if we're being truthful here, I liked Donut. That cat did not give two shits about anybody or anything, and I could respect that. If Donut wanted to sit on my lap while I was blasting away on PlayStation, then she sat on my damn lap. If I tried to pick her up, she hissed and scratched and jumped right back up there. And then she looked at me with a squished face that said, What're you gonna do about it?<br/><br/>I'd been tempted, more than once, to throttle the thing. But I'm not an asshole. Plus, I could respect the little monster's tenacity. Some of my buddies would give me crap about it, me spending all this time with a fuzzy cat that was probably worth more than I would make in a year, but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed having that ball of fuzz sitting in my lap.<br/><br/>One of Beatrice's ironclad, this-is-not-negotiable rules was no smoking in the apartment. So after our fight and breakup, I'd made a point of smoking as much as I could. I know, immature. But it was freezing outside. Donut didn't seem to like the smoke too much, and the smell clung to her hair. So, as a compromise, I would crack the window when I smoked.<br/><br/>So when I woke up at about 2 a.m., having been startled awake by a dream, I decided I needed a smoke. I pulled out my pack, cracked the window, and I lit a cigarette.<br/><br/>Donut, who had been sleeping right next to me on the bed, decided at that very moment that she wanted to-for the first time in her feline life-go outside and explore. She jumped up on my shoulder, and she leaped out the second-story window onto the tree outside my apartment. Just like that. I'd had that window open dozens of times over the past year, and she'd never even given the window a second glance. But tonight, on the coldest night of the year, the furry asshole decided to Lewis and Clark her way out of the apartment.<br/><br/>She scampered down the tree, sniffed at the sidewalk a few times, and then promptly realized it was cold as fuck. Her adventure over as quickly as it began, she rushed back up the tree and stared at me over the five feet from the window to the branch. The adventure all drained out of her, Donut decided not to risk jumping back inside. So instead, she decided to start howling at the top of her lungs.<br/><br/>I spent the next several minutes cursing at the cat, trying to coax her back inside. I opened the window all the way, sending gales of ice-cold air in the previously toasty apartment. The fuzzy black-and-beige-and-white cat just sat there, bitching and howling so much I feared one of my neighbors might wake up and shoot her.<br/><br/>I'd left my boots in the dryer all the way in the building's basement. I didn't know where the hell my running shoes were. So, in a momentary decision I would quickly come to regret, I squeezed my feet into a pair of my ex-girlfriend's Crocs, pulled a heavy leather jacket on, and I rushed outside to grab the cat. A part of me kept saying, Screw it. It's not your cat. Let the fucker freeze.<br/><br/>But, like I said, I'm not that much of an asshole. As much as Beatrice deserved it, she loved that damn cat. And poor, stupid Donut wouldn't stand a chance out here in the cold. Not for long.<br/><br/>Plus, again, the cat was right there, howling like someone was eating her children in front of her.<br/><br/>I rushed down the stairs, and I jumped outside, rushing to the tree that sat between the sidewalk and the building. I immediately regretted not taking the time to put proper clothes on. The cold, windy air sank its claws into my legs and feet.<br/><br/>Donut was right there, sitting on a tree just out of reach, looking between me and the open window into the apartment. She continued to howl. A light popped on in an apartment on the first floor. I groaned. Mrs. Parsons. Grumpy, I-like-to-file-complaints Mrs. Parsons.<br/><br/>\\\"Donut!\\\" I said. \\\"Come on, you little shit!\\\" I held out my arms.<br/><br/>The cat could jump into my arms. It was something I'd trained her to do. I could shake a bag of cat treats, and she'd jump right up there. I could make a pspspsps sound, and she'd sometimes jump up on my shoulder. I cursed myself for not bringing cat treats out with me.<br/><br/>The window on the first-floor apartment slid open. \\\"What in god's name is going on out here?\\\" Mrs. Parsons called, sticking her head out the window. The old woman had her head wrapped in some sort of towel, making her look like a swami. Her beady eyes focused on me. \\\"Carl, is that you?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Yes, Mrs. Parsons,\\\" I said. \\\"Sorry. My cat got out, and I'm trying to get her in before she freezes to death.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"It looks like you're the one who's going to freeze to . . .\\\"<br/><br/>Mrs. Parsons never finished the sentence.<br/><br/>Slam.<br/><br/>It happened so fast.<br/><br/>The building smashed down to the ground. I watched it happen. The seven-story apartment building was there one moment, and then it was gone. But it hadn't disappeared. I was looking right at Mrs. Parsons when it went down. It was like the building was a massive tin can that had been crushed by a giant cosmic boot. I saw it, and I heard it. Wind rushed at me, and it was instantly dark outside. The streetlamp just to my left was gone. The buildings all around me were gone. The cars on the street were gone, too.<br/><br/>Everything was gone except the trees and the bicycles in the bike racks, and Marjory Williams's moped, which was still booted by parking enforcement.<br/><br/>I looked around, the freezing weather momentarily forgotten. In the dark, overcast night, I could barely see anything. In the distance-a distance I could now see thanks to the lack of buildings-a fire burned.<br/><br/>There was utter, complete silence.<br/><br/>\\\"What the hell?\\\" I said, spinning in circles.<br/><br/>A couple random things remained. Like the bike rack. The stop sign was there, but the street sign next to it was gone. It didn't make sense. Where the cars were parked on the road, car-shaped indentations of dirt appeared, as if they'd been pulled down toward the center of the Earth, being ripped directly through the asphalt.<br/><br/>Donut jumped into my still-outstretched arms. I looked at the cat, not knowing what to do or say.<br/><br/>\\\"What the hell?\\\" I said again.<br/><br/>All that remained of my building was a rectangle of churned dirt and rocks.<br/><br/>And then I saw it, right near my feet.<br/><br/>It was Mrs. Parson's head. In the dark, it was hard to discern. But I immediately knew what it was.<br/><br/>It hit me, at that moment. The sudden shock of the buildings was one thing. But there were people in those buildings. It was almost everybody in the damn city. Hell, even most of the homeless people were in shelters. There'd been a whole thing on the news about them rounding everybody up because of the extreme cold. It was two in the damn morning on a Monday night. Everyone would be in bed. And that meant everyone was dead!<br/><br/>I kept spinning in circles like an idiot, not knowing what to do. I felt sick to my stomach. Donut started to squirm, having decided I was useless. She clawed at me, but I wouldn't let the cat go.<br/><br/>Then came the voice. A male, robotic voice.<br/><br/>It spoke in my mind. The voice was like a physical thing. A spike in my brain scratching me. It wasn't speaking English. But I understood the words. As the person spoke, the text also appeared floating in front of me.<br/><br/>Surviving humans, take note.<br/><br/>\\\"What?\\\" I said out loud. \\\"What's that? Who's there?\\\" I kicked at the floating words with my foot, and the too-small Croc went flying. I hopped over and quickly shoved my foot back in. The words moved with me, floating just a few feet in front of my face.<br/><br/>Even the letters weren't in English. They crawled down, not across the screen. But I knew them, understood them like I'd been reading the language my entire life.<br/><br/>Per Syndicate rules, subsection 543 of the Precious Elemental Reserves Code, having failed to file a proper appeal for mineral and elemental rights within 50 solars of first contact, your planet has been successfully seized and is currently being mined of all requested elemental deposits by the assigned planetary regent.<br/><br/>Every interior of your world has been crushed and all raw materials-organic and inanimate-are in the process of being mined for the requested elements.<br/><br/>Per the Mined Material Reclamation Act along with subsection 35 of the Indigenous Planetary Species Protection Act, any surviving humans will be given the opportunity to reclaim their lost matter. The Borant Corporation, having been assigned regency over this solar system, is allowed to choose the manner of this reclamation, and they have chosen option 3, also known as the 18-Level World Dungeon. The Borant Corporation retains all rights to broadcast, exploit, and otherwise control all aspects of the World Dungeon and will remain in control as long as they adhere to Syndicate regulations regarding world resource reclamation.<br/><br/>Upon successful completion of level 18 of the World Dungeon, regency of this planet will revert to the successor.<br/><br/>A Syndicate neutral observer AI-myself-has been created and dispatched to this planet to supervise the creation of the World Dungeon and to ensure all the rules and regulations are properly followed.<br/><br/>Please pay careful attention to the following information as it will not be repeated.<br/><br/>Per the Indigenous Planetary Species Protection Act, all remaining materials-estimated to be 99.999999% of the sifted matter-is currently being repurposed for the subterranean World Dungeon. The first level of this dungeon will open approximately 18 seconds after the end of this announcement. The first-level entrances will be open for exactly one human hour and one hour only. Once the entrances are closed, you may no longer enter. If you enter, you may not leave until you have either completed all 18 levels of the World Dungeon or if you meet certain other requirements.\"},{\"id\":\"112541193T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"1<br><br>The transformation occurred at approximately 2&#58;23 a.m., Pacific Standard Time. As far as I could tell, anyone who was indoors when it happened died instantly. If you had any sort of roof over you, you were dead. That included people in cars, airplanes, subways. Even tents and cardboard boxes. Hell, probably umbrellas, too. Though I'm not so sure about that one.<br><br>I'm not gonna lie. You guys who were inside, probably warm and asleep and dreaming about some random bullshit? I'm jealous. You're the lucky ones. You were just gone. Splattered into dust during the transformation.<br><br>It was a Tuesday, and the calendar had just ticked over to January 3rd. A terrible winter storm had descended on North America, and half the country was buried in snow and ice. In Seattle we didn't have too much snow that night. But it was well below zero, which was unusually cold, even for January.<br><br>I'm sure in other parts of the world where it was warmer and not in the middle of the night, many more people survived. Many more.<br><br>I also bet most of them were probably wearing more clothes than I was at the time of the incident. And those assholes were smart enough not to go into the light.<br><br>Me, I didn't have a choice. Like I said, it was below freezing. I was outside. And I was wearing boxers, a leather jacket, and a pair of pink Crocs sandals that barely fit me.<br><br>I was also holding a crying, scratching, squirming, and spitting cat named Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk. She was a tortoiseshell Persian cat worth more than I made in a year. My ex-girlfriend called her Princess Donut for short. I just stuck with Donut.<br><br>So let me back up about ten minutes. I won't bore you with too much backstory, but some of these details may be important.<br><br>My name is Carl. I am twenty-seven years old. After a stint in the US Coast Guard, I ended up working as a marine tech, fixing electrical systems for rich assholes and their party boats. I, up until a few days before this started, lived with my girlfriend in our apartment in Seattle.<br><br>Her name was Beatrice. Bea. She went to the Bahamas for a New Year's thing with a bunch of friends. She didn't tell me her ex-boyfriend went along with her on the trip. I figured it out pretty quick when I saw the picture of her sitting on his lap on Instagram.<br><br>I don't like drama, and I don't deal well with it. Whether she was actually cheating on me or not, it didn't matter so much. She'd lied. So I called her up, and I told her we were done. I promised I'd have all her stuff ready for her to go when she got back. No drama. No fuss. But we were done.<br><br>She'd asked her parents to come get the cat, but they lived on the other side of the Cascades, and nobody was getting through any of the passes with this weather. So I promised I'd look after her until Beatrice got back.<br><br>So, let me tell you about Donut the cat. Like I said, she's one of those fluffy, flat-faced cats that look like they need to be sitting on the lap of a Bond villain. Bea and I shared a two-bedroom apartment, and one of those rooms was dedicated to the cat if that tells you anything. More specifically, the room was devoted to Donut's Best-in-Show ribbons, her Best-in-Breed ribbons, and countless trophies and framed photographs of her sitting on a table, looking all fuzzy and pissed off while Bea and a judge stood behind her. Bea probably had fifty of the pictures. She'd won a mess of ribbons and trophies and photographs pretty much every time Beatrice took Donut to an event. And Bea took that damn cat to a show almost every weekend.<br><br>Her whole family was into raising and showing Persian cats. Me, I didn't really know much about that whole cat show world. I didn't want to get too involved. Like I said, I don't do drama.<br><br>And let me tell you something about cat people. More specifically, cat show people.<br><br>Actually, never mind. Fuck those guys. All that's important is Bea and Donut were a part of this whole world I didn't want anything to do with.<br><br>I never considered myself a big fan of cats. But, if we're being truthful here, I liked Donut. That cat did not give two shits about anybody or anything, and I could respect that. If Donut wanted to sit on my lap while I was blasting away on PlayStation, then she sat on my damn lap. If I tried to pick her up, she hissed and scratched and jumped right back up there. And then she looked at me with a squished face that said, What're you gonna do about it?<br><br>I'd been tempted, more than once, to throttle the thing. But I'm not an asshole. Plus, I could respect the little monster's tenacity. Some of my buddies would give me crap about it, me spending all this time with a fuzzy cat that was probably worth more than I would make in a year, but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed having that ball of fuzz sitting in my lap.<br><br>One of Beatrice's ironclad, this-is-not-negotiable rules was no smoking in the apartment. So after our fight and breakup, I'd made a point of smoking as much as I could. I know, immature. But it was freezing outside. Donut didn't seem to like the smoke too much, and the smell clung to her hair. So, as a compromise, I would crack the window when I smoked.<br><br>So when I woke up at about 2 a.m., having been startled awake by a dream, I decided I needed a smoke. I pulled out my pack, cracked the window, and I lit a cigarette.<br><br>Donut, who had been sleeping right next to me on the bed, decided at that very moment that she wanted to-for the first time in her feline life-go outside and explore. She jumped up on my shoulder, and she leaped out the second-story window onto the tree outside my apartment. Just like that. I'd had that window open dozens of times over the past year, and she'd never even given the window a second glance. But tonight, on the coldest night of the year, the furry asshole decided to Lewis and Clark her way out of the apartment.<br><br>She scampered down the tree, sniffed at the sidewalk a few times, and then promptly realized it was cold as fuck. Her adventure over as quickly as it began, she rushed back up the tree and stared at me over the five feet from the window to the branch. The adventure all drained out of her, Donut decided not to risk jumping back inside. So instead, she decided to start howling at the top of her lungs.<br><br>I spent the next several minutes cursing at the cat, trying to coax her back inside. I opened the window all the way, sending gales of ice-cold air in the previously toasty apartment. The fuzzy black-and-beige-and-white cat just sat there, bitching and howling so much I feared one of my neighbors might wake up and shoot her.<br><br>I'd left my boots in the dryer all the way in the building's basement. I didn't know where the hell my running shoes were. So, in a momentary decision I would quickly come to regret, I squeezed my feet into a pair of my ex-girlfriend's Crocs, pulled a heavy leather jacket on, and I rushed outside to grab the cat. A part of me kept saying, Screw it. It's not your cat. Let the fucker freeze.<br><br>But, like I said, I'm not that much of an asshole. As much as Beatrice deserved it, she loved that damn cat. And poor, stupid Donut wouldn't stand a chance out here in the cold. Not for long.<br><br>Plus, again, the cat was right there, howling like someone was eating her children in front of her.<br><br>I rushed down the stairs, and I jumped outside, rushing to the tree that sat between the sidewalk and the building. I immediately regretted not taking the time to put proper clothes on. The cold, windy air sank its claws into my legs and feet.<br><br>Donut was right there, sitting on a tree just out of reach, looking between me and the open window into the apartment. She continued to howl. A light popped on in an apartment on the first floor. I groaned. Mrs. Parsons. Grumpy, I-like-to-file-complaints Mrs. Parsons.<br><br>\\\"Donut!\\\" I said. \\\"Come on, you little shit!\\\" I held out my arms.<br><br>The cat could jump into my arms. It was something I'd trained her to do. I could shake a bag of cat treats, and she'd jump right up there. I could make a pspspsps sound, and she'd sometimes jump up on my shoulder. I cursed myself for not bringing cat treats out with me.<br><br>The window on the first-floor apartment slid open. \\\"What in god's name is going on out here?\\\" Mrs. Parsons called, sticking her head out the window. The old woman had her head wrapped in some sort of towel, making her look like a swami. Her beady eyes focused on me. \\\"Carl, is that you?\\\"<br><br>\\\"Yes, Mrs. Parsons,\\\" I said. \\\"Sorry. My cat got out, and I'm trying to get her in before she freezes to death.\\\"<br><br>\\\"It looks like you're the one who's going to freeze to . . .\\\"<br><br>Mrs. Parsons never finished the sentence.<br><br>Slam.<br><br>It happened so fast.<br><br>The building smashed down to the ground. I watched it happen. The seven-story apartment building was there one moment, and then it was gone. But it hadn't disappeared. I was looking right at Mrs. Parsons when it went down. It was like the building was a massive tin can that had been crushed by a giant cosmic boot. I saw it, and I heard it. Wind rushed at me, and it was instantly dark outside. The streetlamp just to my left was gone. The buildings all around me were gone. The cars on the street were gone, too.<br><br>Everything was gone except the trees and the bicycles in the bike racks, and Marjory Williams's moped, which was still booted by parking enforcement.<br><br>I looked around, the freezing weather momentarily forgotten. In the dark, overcast night, I could barely see anything. In the distance-a distance I could now see thanks to the lack of buildings-a fire burned.<br><br>There was utter, complete silence.<br><br>\\\"What the hell?\\\" I said, spinning in circles.<br><br>A couple random things remained. Like the bike rack. The stop sign was there, but the street sign next to it was gone. It didn't make sense. Where the cars were parked on the road, car-shaped indentations of dirt appeared, as if they'd been pulled down toward the center of the Earth, being ripped directly through the asphalt.<br><br>Donut jumped into my still-outstretched arms. I looked at the cat, not knowing what to do or say.<br><br>\\\"What the hell?\\\" I said again.<br><br>All that remained of my building was a rectangle of churned dirt and rocks.<br><br>And then I saw it, right near my feet.<br><br>It was Mrs. Parson's head. In the dark, it was hard to discern. But I immediately knew what it was.<br><br>It hit me, at that moment. The sudden shock of the buildings was one thing. But there were people in those buildings. It was almost everybody in the damn city. Hell, even most of the homeless people were in shelters. There'd been a whole thing on the news about them rounding everybody up because of the extreme cold. It was two in the damn morning on a Monday night. Everyone would be in bed. And that meant everyone was dead!<br><br>I kept spinning in circles like an idiot, not knowing what to do. I felt sick to my stomach. Donut started to squirm, having decided I was useless. She clawed at me, but I wouldn't let the cat go.<br><br>Then came the voice. A male, robotic voice.<br><br>It spoke in my mind. The voice was like a physical thing. A spike in my brain scratching me. It wasn't speaking English. But I understood the words. As the person spoke, the text also appeared floating in front of me.<br><br>Surviving humans, take note.<br><br>\\\"What?\\\" I said out loud. \\\"What's that? Who's there?\\\" I kicked at the floating words with my foot, and the too-small Croc went flying. I hopped over and quickly shoved my foot back in. The words moved with me, floating just a few feet in front of my face.<br><br>Even the letters weren't in English. They crawled down, not across the screen. But I knew them, understood them like I'd been reading the language my entire life.<br><br>Per Syndicate rules, subsection 543 of the Precious Elemental Reserves Code, having failed to file a proper appeal for mineral and elemental rights within 50 solars of first contact, your planet has been successfully seized and is currently being mined of all requested elemental deposits by the assigned planetary regent.<br><br>Every interior of your world has been crushed and all raw materials-organic and inanimate-are in the process of being mined for the requested elements.<br><br>Per the Mined Material Reclamation Act along with subsection 35 of the Indigenous Planetary Species Protection Act, any surviving humans will be given the opportunity to reclaim their lost matter. The Borant Corporation, having been assigned regency over this solar system, is allowed to choose the manner of this reclamation, and they have chosen option 3, also known as the 18-Level World Dungeon. The Borant Corporation retains all rights to broadcast, exploit, and otherwise control all aspects of the World Dungeon and will remain in control as long as they adhere to Syndicate regulations regarding world resource reclamation.<br><br>Upon successful completion of level 18 of the World Dungeon, regency of this planet will revert to the successor.<br><br>A Syndicate neutral observer AI-myself-has been created and dispatched to this planet to supervise the creation of the World Dungeon and to ensure all the rules and regulations are properly followed.<br><br>Please pay careful attention to the following information as it will not be repeated.<br><br>Per the Indigenous Planetary Species Protection Act, all remaining materials-estimated to be 99.999999% of the sifted matter-is currently being repurposed for the subterranean World Dungeon. The first level of this dungeon will open approximately 18 seconds after the end of this announcement. The first-level entrances will be open for exactly one human hour and one hour only. Once the entrances are closed, you may no longer enter. If you enter, you may not leave until you have either completed all 18 levels of the World Dungeon or if you meet certain other requirements.\"},{\"id\":\"116235959T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"“Fresh. Creative. Hilarious. I'm obsessed…Princess Donut is my queen.”—Actor, producer and <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author Felicia Day<br/><br/><i>“Dungeon Crawler Carl</i> is legit awesome.”—#1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author Brandon Sanderson<br/><br/>“A dangerously addicting tale of chaos and mayhem. I’m thoroughly hooked!”—#1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author Callie Hart<br/><br/>“Welcome to your newest obsession…the highly addictive, hilarious series continues to draw in new fans.” – <i>USA Today</i><br/><br/>“This series has no goddamn business burying so much depth and emotion and complexity under its bawdy, gory surface, but it does so anyway. What a wild-ass and unexpected delight.”—<i>New York Times</i> bestselling author Scott Lynch<br/><br/>“[A] comically cosmic adventure series…often laugh-out-loud funny…Grind your way to dungeon mastery alongside Carl and Princess Donut.”—<i>The Wall Street Journal</i><br/><br/>“This is the book for anyone who ever wondered what it would be like to be a role player in a game with the best game master ever...Once you start, you won't put it down.”—Patricia Briggs, #1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of the Mercy Thompson series<br/><br/>“<i>Dungeon Crawler Carl </i>is the best start to a series I’ve read this year. 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Karber, author of the national bestseller MurdleThe spine-tingling \"triumphant international debut\" of the New York Times bestselling author of Strange Buildings and Strange Houses— a series of seemingly innocent pictures draws readers into a disturbing web of unsolved mysteries and shattered psyches.An exploration of the macabre, where the seemingly mundane takes on a terrifying significance. . . .A pregnant woman's sketches on a seemingly innocuous blog conceal a chilling warning.A child's picture of his home contains a dark secret message.A sketch made by a murder victim in his final moments leads an amateur sleuth down a rabbit hole that will reveal a horrifying reality.Structured around these nine childlike drawings, each holding a disturbing clue, Uketsu invites readers to piece together the mystery behind each and the over-arching backstory that connects them all. 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I’ve never read anything like it.” - <b><i>Alex Pavesi, Author of The Eighth Detective</i></b></p><p>\\\"An intricately woven, at times unsettling, but always mesmerizing piece of work.\\\" - <b><i>Ian Moore, Author of Death and Croissants</i></b></p><p>“Absolutely loved this clever little banger. An addictive murder mystery that unfolds like pointillism on the page: only when you reach the end, step back and view the bigger picture does each of its parts click into place. Exceptional!'” - <b><i>Alice Slater, author of Death of a Bookseller</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"132068543T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"Uketsu's strange riddles are chilling and addictive - I couldn't put it down.\\\" - <b><i>R. F. Kuang, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Babel and Yellowface</i></b></p><p>\\\"I loved it! It has the twists and fair-play style of a Golden Age whodunit, mixed with a wonderfully innovative use of illustrations. Delightfully macabre and fiendishly clever. Seemingly unconnected stories tie themselves into a complicated knot, which Uketsu masterfully unravels.\\\" - <b><i>G. T. Karber, author of the national bestseller Murdle</i></b></p><p>\\\"I'm hooked on these chilling and twisted mysteries. Give me everything Uketsu writes - I'll read it in a single day, and I will not be accepting interruptions.\\\" - <b><i>Samantha Shannon, New York Times bestselling author of Among the Burning Flowers and The Priory of the Orange Tree</i></b></p><p>\\\"A labyrinthine and multilayered horror mystery, full of cryptic images . . . wonderfully complex and carefully crafted . . . 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A mix of Hitchcockian suspense, Agatha Christie plotting, and Greek tragedy.\"<br><b>—<i>Entertainment Weekly</i></b><br><br><b><i>The Silent Patient</i> is a shocking psychological thriller of a woman’s act of violence against her husband—and of the therapist obsessed with uncovering her motive.</b><br><br>Alicia Berenson’s life is seemingly perfect. A famous painter married to an in-demand fashion photographer, she lives in a grand house with big windows overlooking a park in one of London’s most desirable areas. One evening her husband Gabriel returns home late from a fashion shoot, and Alicia shoots him five times in the face, and then never speaks another word.<br><br>Alicia’s refusal to talk, or give any kind of explanation, turns a domestic tragedy into something far grander, a mystery that captures the public imagination and casts Alicia into notoriety. 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They were both artists &#8212; Alicia was a painter, and Gabriel was a well-known fashion photographer. He had a distinctive style, shooting semi-starved, semi-naked women in strange, unflattering angles. Since his death, the price of his photographs has increased astronomically. I find his stuff rather slick and shallow, to be honest. It has none of the visceral quality of Alicia's best work. I don't know enough about art to say whether Alicia Berenson will stand the test of time as a painter. Her talent will always be overshadowed by her notoriety, so it's hard to be objective. And you might well accuse me of being biased. All I can offer is my opinion, for what it's worth. And to me, Alicia was a kind of genius. Apart from her technical skill, her paintings have an uncanny ability to grab your attention &#8212; by the throat, almost &#8212; and hold it in a viselike grip.</P><P>Gabriel Berenson was murdered six years ago. He was forty-four years old. He was killed on the twenty-fifth of August &#8212; it was an unusually hot summer, you may remember, with some of the highest temperatures ever recorded. The day he died was the hottest of the year.</P><P>On the last day of his life, Gabriel rose early. A car collected him at 5&#58;15 a.m. from the house he shared with Alicia in northwest London, on the edge of Hampstead Heath, and he was driven to a shoot in Shoreditch. He spent the day photographing models on a rooftop for <I>Vogue.</I></P><P>Not much is known about Alicia's movements. She had an upcoming exhibition and was behind with her work. It's likely she spent the day painting in the summerhouse at the end of the garden, which she had recently converted into a studio. In the end, Gabriel's shoot ran late, and he wasn't driven home until eleven p.m.</P><P>Half an hour later, their neighbor, Barbie Hellmann, heard several gunshots. Barbie phoned the police, and a car was dispatched from the station on Haverstock Hill at 11&#58;35 p.m. It arrived at the Berensons' house in just under three minutes.</P><P>The front door was open. The house was in pitch-black darkness; none of the light switches worked. The officers made their way along the hallway and into the living room. They shone torches around the room, illuminating it in intermittent beams of light. Alicia was discovered standing by the fireplace. Her white dress glowed ghostlike in the torchlight. Alicia seemed oblivious to the presence of the police. She was immobilized, frozen &#8212; a statue carved from ice &#8212; with a strange, frightened look on her face, as if confronting some unseen terror.</P><P>A gun was on the floor. Next to it, in the shadows, Gabriel was seated, motionless, bound to a chair with wire wrapped around his ankles and wrists. At first the officers thought he was alive. His head lolled slightly to one side, as if he were unconscious. Then a beam of light revealed Gabriel had been shot several times in the face. His handsome features were gone forever, leaving a charred, blackened, bloody mess. The wall behind him was sprayed with fragments of skull, brains, hair &#8212; and blood.</P><P>Blood was everywhere &#8212; splashed on the walls, running in dark rivulets along the floor, along the grain of the wooden floorboards. The officers assumed it was Gabriel's blood. But there was too much of it. And then something glinted in the torchlight &#8212; a knife was on the floor by Alicia's feet. Another beam of light revealed the blood spattered on Alicia's white dress. An officer grabbed her arms and held them up to the light. There were deep cuts across the veins in her wrists &#8212; fresh cuts, bleeding hard.</P><P>Alicia fought off the attempts to save her life; it took three officers to restrain her. She was taken to the Royal Free Hospital, only a few minutes away. She collapsed and lost consciousness on the way there. She had lost a lot of blood, but she survived.</P><P>The following day, she lay in bed in a private room at the hospital. The police questioned her in the presence of her lawyer. Alicia remained silent throughout the interview. Her lips were pale, bloodless; they fluttered occasionally but formed no words, made no sounds. She answered no questions. She could not, would not, speak. Nor did she speak when charged with Gabriel's murder. She remained silent when she was placed under arrest, refusing to deny her guilt or confess it.</P><P>Alicia never spoke again.</P><P>Her enduring silence turned this story from a commonplace domestic tragedy into something far grander&#58; a mystery, an enigma that gripped the headlines and captured the public imagination for months to come.</P><P>Alicia remained silent &#8212; but she made one statement. A painting. It was begun when she was discharged from the hospital and placed under house arrest before the trial. According to the court-appointed psychiatric nurse, Alicia barely ate or slept &#8212; all she did was paint.</P><P>Normally Alicia labored weeks, even months, before embarking on a new picture, making endless sketches, arranging and rearranging the composition, experimenting with color and form &#8212; a long gestation followed by a protracted birth as each brushstroke was painstakingly applied. Now, however, she drastically altered her creative process, completing this painting within a few days of her husband's murder.</P><P>And for most people, this was enough to condemn her &#8212; returning to the studio so soon after Gabriel's death betrayed an extraordinary insensitivity. The monstrous lack of remorse of a cold-blooded killer.</P><P>Perhaps. But let us not forget that while Alicia Berenson may be a murderer, she was also an artist. It makes perfect sense &#8212; to me at least &#8212; that she should pick up her brushes and paints and express her complicated emotions on canvas. No wonder that, for once, painting came to her with such ease; if grief can be called easy.</P><P>The painting was a self-portrait. She titled it in the bottom left-hand corner of the canvas, in light blue Greek lettering.</P><P>One word&#58;</P><P><I>Alcestis.</I></P>CHAPTER 2<P>ALCESTIS IS THE HEROINE OF A GREEK MYTH. A love story of the saddest kind. Alcestis willingly sacrifices her life for that of her husband, Admetus, dying in his place when no one else will. An unsettling myth of self-sacrifice, it was unclear how it related to Alicia's situation. The true meaning of the allusion remained unknown to me for some time. Until one day, the truth came to light &#8212;</P><P>But I'm going too fast. I'm getting ahead of myself. I must start at the beginning and let events speak for themselves. I mustn't color them, twist them, or tell any lies. I'll proceed step by step, slowly and cautiously. But where to begin? I should introduce myself, but perhaps not quite yet; after all, I am not the hero of this tale. It is Alicia Berenson's story, so I must begin with her &#8212; and the <I>Alcestis.</I></P><P>The painting is a self-portrait, depicting Alicia in her studio at home in the days after the murder, standing before an easel and a canvas, holding a paintbrush. She is naked. Her body is rendered in unsparing detail&#58; strands of long red hair falling across bony shoulders, blue veins visible beneath translucent skin, fresh scars on both her wrists. She's holding the paintbrush between her fingers. It's dripping red paint &#8212; or is it blood? She is captured in the act of painting &#8212; yet the canvas is blank, as is her expression. Her head is turned over her shoulder and she stares straight out at us. Mouth open, lips parted. Mute.</P><P>During the trial, Jean-Felix Martin, who managed the small Soho gallery that represented Alicia, made the controversial decision, decried by many as sensationalist and macabre, to exhibit the <I>Alcestis.</I> The fact that the artist was currently in the dock for killing her husband meant, for the first time in the gallery's long history, queues formed outside the entrance.</P><P>I stood in line with the other prurient art-lovers, waiting my turn by the neon-red lights of a sex shop next door. One by one, we shuffled inside. Once in the gallery, we were herded toward the painting, like an excitable crowd at a fairground making its way through a haunted house. Eventually, I found myself at the front of the line &#8212; and was confronted with the <I>Alcestis.</I></P><P>I stared at the painting, staring into Alicia's face, trying to interpret the look in her eyes, trying to understand &#8212; but the portrait defied me. Alicia stared back at me &#8212; a blank mask &#8212; unreadable, impenetrable. I could divine neither innocence nor guilt in her expression.</P><P>Other people found her easier to read.</P><P>\\\"Pure evil,\\\" whispered the woman behind me.</P><P>\\\"Isn't she?\\\" her companion agreed. \\\"Cold-blooded bitch.\\\"</P><P>A little unfair, I thought &#8212; considering Alicia's guilt had yet to be proven. But in truth it was a foregone conclusion. The tabloids had cast her as a villain from the start&#58; a femme fatale, a black widow. A monster.</P><P>The facts, such as they were, were simple&#58; Alicia was found alone with Gabriel's body; only her fingerprints were on the gun. There was never any doubt she killed Gabriel. <I>Why</I> she killed him, on the other hand, remained a mystery.</P><P>The murder was debated in the media, and different theories were espoused in print and on the radio and on morning chat shows. Experts were brought in to explain, condemn, justify Alicia's actions. She must have been a victim of domestic abuse, surely, pushed too far, before finally exploding? Another theory proposed a sex game gone wrong &#8212; the husband was found tied up, wasn't he? Some suspected it was old-fashioned jealousy that drove Alicia to murder &#8212; another woman, probably? But at the trial Gabriel was described by his brother as a devoted husband, deeply in love with his wife. Well, what about money? Alicia didn't stand to gain much by his death; she was the one who had money, inherited from her father.</P><P>And so it went on, endless speculation &#8212; no answers, only more questions &#8212; about Alicia's motives and her subsequent silence. Why did she refuse to speak? What did it mean? Was she hiding something? Protecting someone? If so, who? And why?</P><P>At the time, I remember thinking that while everyone was talking, writing, arguing, about Alicia, at the heart of this frantic, noisy activity there was a void &#8212; a silence. A sphinx.</P><P>During the trial, the judge took a dim view of Alicia's persistent refusal to speak. Innocent people, Mr. Justice Alverstone pointed out, tended to proclaim their innocence loudly &#8212; and often. Alicia not only remained silent, but she showed no visible signs of remorse. She didn't cry once throughout the trial &#8212; a fact made much of in the press &#8212; her face remaining unmoved, cold. Frozen.</P><P>The defense had little choice but to enter a plea of diminished responsibility&#58; Alicia had a long history of mental health problems, it was claimed, dating back to her childhood. The judge dismissed a lot of this as hearsay &#8212; but in the end he allowed himself to be swayed by Lazarus Diomedes, professor of forensic psychiatry at Imperial College, and clinical director of the Grove, a secure forensic unit in North London. Professor Diomedes argued that Alicia's refusal to speak was in itself evidence of profound psychological distress &#8212; and she should be sentenced accordingly.</P><P>This was a rather roundabout way of saying something that psychiatrists don't like putting bluntly&#58;</P><P>Diomedes was saying Alicia was mad.</P><P>It was the only explanation that made any sense&#58; Why else tie up the man you loved to a chair and shoot him in the face at close range? And then express no remorse, give no explanation, not even speak? She must be mad.</P><P>She had to be.</P><P>In the end, Mr. Justice Alverstone accepted the plea of diminished responsibility and advised the jury to follow suit. Alicia was subsequently admitted to the Grove &#8212; under the supervision of the same Professor Diomedes whose testimony had been so influential with the judge.</P><P>If Alicia wasn't mad &#8212; that is, if her silence was merely an act, a performance for the benefit of the jury &#8212; then it had worked. She was spared a lengthy prison sentence &#8212; and if she made a full recovery, she might well be discharged in a few years. Surely now was the time to begin faking that recovery? To utter a few words here and there, then a few more; to slowly communicate some kind of remorse? But no. Week followed week, month followed month, then the years passed &#8212; and still Alicia didn't speak.</P><P>There was simply silence.</P><P>And so, with no further revelation forthcoming, the disappointed media eventually lost interest in Alicia Berenson. She joined the ranks of other briefly famous murderers; faces we remember, but whose names we forget.</P><P>Not all of us. Some people &#8212; myself included &#8212; continued to be fascinated by the mystery of Alicia Berenson and her enduring silence. As a psychotherapist, I thought it obvious that she had suffered a severe trauma surrounding Gabriel's death; and this silence was a manifestation of that trauma. Unable to come to terms with what she had done, Alicia stuttered and came to a halt, like a broken car. I wanted to help start her up again &#8212; help Alicia tell her story, to heal and get well. I wanted to fix her.</P><P>Without wishing to sound boastful, I felt uniquely qualified to help Alicia Berenson. I'm a forensic psychotherapist and used to working with some of the most damaged, vulnerable members of society. And something about Alicia's story resonated with me personally &#8212; I felt a profound empathy with her right from the start.</P><P>Unfortunately, I was still working at Broadmoor in those days, and so treating Alicia would have &#8212; should have &#8212; remained an idle fantasy, had not fate unexpectedly intervened.</P><P>Nearly six years after Alicia was admitted, the position of forensic psychotherapist became available at the Grove. As soon as I saw the advert, I knew I had no choice. I followed my gut &#8212; and applied for the job.</P>CHAPTER 3<P>MY NAME IS THEO FABER. I'm forty-two years old. And I became a psychotherapist because I was fucked-up. That's the truth &#8212; though it's not what I said during the job interview, when the question was put to me.</P><P>\\\"What drew you to psychotherapy, do you think?\\\" asked Indira Sharma, peering at me over the rims of her owlish glasses.</P><P>Indira was consultant psychotherapist at the Grove. She was in her late fifties with an attractive round face and long jet-black hair streaked with gray. She gave me a small smile &#8212; as if to reassure me this was an easy question, a warm-up volley, a precursor to trickier shots to follow.</P><P>I hesitated. I could feel the other members of the panel looking at me. I remained conscious of maintaining eye contact as I trotted out a rehearsed response, a sympathetic tale about working part-time in a care home as a teenager; and how this inspired an interest in psychology, which led to a postgraduate study of psychotherapy, and so on.</P><P>\\\"I wanted to help people, I suppose.\\\" I shrugged. \\\"That's it, really.\\\"</P><P>Which was bullshit.</P><P>I mean, of course I wanted to help people. But that was a secondary aim &#8212; particularly at the time I started training. The real motivation was purely selfish. I was on a quest to help myself. I believe the same is true for most people who go into mental health. We are drawn to this profession because we are damaged &#8212; we study psychology to heal ourselves. Whether we are prepared to admit this or not is another question.</P><P>As human beings, in our earliest years we reside in a land before memory. We like to think of ourselves as emerging from this primordial fog with our characters fully formed, like Aphrodite rising perfect from the sea foam. But thanks to increasing research into the development of the brain, we know this is not the case. We are born with a brain half-formed &#8212; more like a muddy lump of clay than a divine Olympian. As the psychoanalyst Donald Winnicott put it, \\\"There is no such thing as a baby.\\\" The development of our personalities doesn't take place in isolation, but in relationship with others &#8212; we are shaped and completed by unseen, unremembered forces; namely, our parents.</P><P>This is frightening, for obvious reasons. Who knows what indignities we suffered, what torments and abuses, in this land before memory? Our character was formed without our even knowing it. In my case, I grew up feeling edgy, afraid; anxious. This anxiety seemed to predate my existence and exist independently of me. But I suspect it originated in my relationship with my father, around whom I was never safe. <p></P>(Continues&hellip;)<blockquote><hr noshade size='1'><font size='-2'><br>Excerpted from &quot;The Silent Patient&quot; <br>by . <br>Copyright &copy 2019 Astramare Limited. <br>Excerpted by permission of Celadon Books. <br>All rights reserved. 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Start here for the gold standard in mystery.<p>\"},{\"id\":\"3345120T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>Teacher's Guide</b><br>    <I>\\\"One of the most ingenious thrillers in many a day.\\\"</I>    -- Time  <p>    <b>To the Teacher</b><br>    Among the most famous and widely praised mystery novels ever written, <i>And Then There Were None</i> is as suspenseful today as it was when it first appeared sixty years ago. Agatha Christie produced scores of books during her long career, and this brisk, unique, and intriguing novel is considered one of her masterpieces. Since its initial publication, it has been adapted at least six times for stage and screen -- including a 1944 Broadway play with a script by Christie, as well as several later treatments for television and film, one as recent as 1989. <i>And Then There Were None</i>, in other words, is a story that continues to perplex, frighten, and captivate each new generation, a classic tale of suspense and suspicion that appeals even to those who do not usually read mysteries.  <p>  This novel concerns a group of ten strangers who have all been invited by a Mr. U. N. Owen to spend a brief vacation at a small, somewhat secluded island off the coast of Devon, England. At Indian Island, as their destination is called, the ten individuals are meant to enjoy room and board in Mr. Owen's luxurious home, eight of them staying as his guests and the other two as his servants. But matters quickly and permanently worsen when these ten guests reach the island, gather at the Owen mansion, meet one another, and then realize that not one of them has ever seen or communicated with Mr. Owen in person. Who is their mysterious host, and why has he assembled all of them on Indian Island?  <p>  Although his identity remains a riddle -- the name \\\"U. N. Owen\\\" is merely a code for \\\"Unknown,\\\" as the characters eventually discover -- the host's reasons for assembling these ten people are made fearfully clear in chapter 3. At this point, a message is played on the mansion's phonograph (per Mr. Owen's earlier, written instructions) in which an eerie, anonymous \\\"high clear voice\\\" methodically, individually, and specifically accuses every one of the newly arrived Indian Island visitors of murder. And then, for the remainder of the narrative, the ten stranded guests are killed by an unknown assassin, one by one. . . .  <p>  <b>Praise for <I>And Then There Were None </b></I>  <br>  <I>\\\"The whole thing is utterly impossible and utterly fascinating. It is the most baffling mystery that Agatha Christie has ever written, and if any other writer has ever surpassed it for sheer puzzlement the name escapes our memory.\\\"</I> -- The New York Times  <p>  <I>\\\"[This book is] the most colossal achievement of a colossal career. . . . Must rank with Christie's best [at] the top notch of detection.\\\"</I> -- The New Statesman and Nation  <p>  <I>\\\"Smart as anything . . . you'll have to hand it to Miss Christie.\\\"</I> -- The New Yorker  <p>  <I>\\\"Christie's masterpiece.\\\"</I>  -- The Spectator  <p>  <b>Preparing to Read</b><br>    This Teacher's Guide is primarily divided into two sections, both of which appear immediately below. The first, \\\"Following and Understanding the Story,\\\" is meant to help students with reading comprehension, narrative appreciation, plot adherence, and related matters. \\\"Questions and Exercises for the Class,\\\" the second section, aims to allow students to think more freely or comparatively about this novel -- creatively expanding or elaborating on their ideas about the book -- in a classroom setting or as part of an independent project. A supplementary section, \\\"Other Readings and Resources,\\\" is offered by way of conclusion.  <p>  <b>Following and Understanding the Story</b><br>    1.Who is U. N. Owen? What do we learn about him in the novel's opening pages?  <p>  2. Where does this story take place? Describe the primary setting of <i>And Then There Were None</i> with as much detail as possible. How and why is Indian Island so important to the narrative?  <p>  3. Identify the ten guests who have been invited to Indian Island, giving their names and backgrounds. Did any of these individuals -- when you first encountered them in the introductory Cast of Characters, or in the following pages -- strike you as especially sinister? Threatening? Harmless? If so, state which one(s) and explain why.  <p>  4. Describe the poem Vera Claythorne finds on display above the mantel in her bedroom (in chapter 2). What kind of poem is it? How are the poem's meaning and imagery changed by its context in this novel? How does it relate to the centerpiece of small china figures that first appears in the subsequent dinner scene (in chapter 3)? And how does this poem relate to the larger plot or structure of the novel?  <p>  5. In chapter 3, the ten guests are gathered for their after-dinner coffee when suddenly an \\\"inhuman, penetrating\\\" voice begins to speak to them, one which has been prerecorded on a phonograph record. What exactly does \\\"The Voice\\\" accuse each guest of doing?  <p>  6. Who dies at the end of chapter 4? Look again at the victim's last words, and then explain the irony or black comedy of this particular murder, given these final comments.  <p>  7. In part 5 of chapter 5 we learn the following about General Macarthur: \\\"He knew, suddenly, that he didn't want to leave the island.\\\" Why do you think he knows this? Provide as many reasons as you can. What is the general going through? Describe his state of mind -- what it is, and what it might be.  <p>  8. How does Mrs. Rogers meet her demise in chapter 6? And why does Mr. Blore immediately suspect that Mrs. Rogers was killed by her husband, the butler? Explain Mr. Blore's accusation, pointing out its strengths and shortcomings.  <p>  9. In part 3 of chapter 7, Mr. Lombard and Dr. Armstrong discuss the two deaths that have occurred thus far. Why do they conclude that both deaths must have been acts of murder? How does this conclusion relate to the absence of Mr. Owen? And why do Mr. Lombard and Dr. Armstrong then agree to enlist Mr. Blore in their search mission? What and where do they plan to search?  <p>  10. Reread the last sentence of chapter 8. Identify the possible as well as the inevitable implications of this last sentence -- for the plot of this novel and the fate of its characters. What sort of threshold has been crossed, and how is the story different from this point on?  <p>  11. After the murdered body of General Macarthur is discovered, the seven remaining characters participate in an informal yet serious court session to \\\"establish the facts\\\" of what has transpired since their arrival at Indian Island. Who is the leader of this parlor-room inquest? Does this appointment seem fitting? Why or why not? In light of the novel's ending, why is the identity of the leader in this scene ironic? Also, how do the other six characters react to this leader's questions and conclusions? And how do they react to one another's accusations? In your view, who seemed most likely to be guilty at this point in the narrative, and who seemed most likely to be innocent?  <p>  12. In part 4 of chapter 10 we encounter Miss Emily Brent at work on her diary. She seems to be nodding off while sitting at the window and writing in her notebook. \\\"The pencil straggled drunkenly in her fingers,\\\" we read. \\\"In shaking loose capitals she wrote: THE MURDERER'S NAME IS BEATRICE TAYLOR. . . . Her eyes closed. Suddenly, with a start, she awoke.\\\" What do you make of this passage? What does it mean? Why would Miss Brent jot down such a statement? Think about what you have learned of Miss Brent's background, mentality, spiritual outlook, and idea of right and wrong when answering these questions.   <p>  13. As chapter 11 begins, what is different about the arrangement of the china figure Indians in the dining room? How many are now in the table's centerpiece -- and what does this number tell you? How has Mr. Rogers been killed? At the end of this chapter, everyone is having a hearty breakfast, being \\\"very polite\\\" as they address one another, and \\\"behaving normally\\\" in all other ways. Does this make sense to you? Explain why or why not. What else is going on? Reread the conclusion of chapter 11 and then comment on the thoughts and fears these characters are experiencing.  <p>  14. How is Miss Brent murdered, and why is Dr. Armstrong immediately suspected of committing this crime? What telltale item in the doctor's possession turns up missing? And what item originally in Mr. Lombard's possession also disappears?   <p>  15. Five people are still alive as chapter 13 begins. In the second paragraph, we read: \\\"And all of them, suddenly, looked less like human beings. They were reverting to more bestial types.\\\" Explain this behavior, and provide several examples of it by referring to the text of the novel. Is this similar to how you yourself would behave if placed in this horrific situation? Explain why or why not.  <p>  16. Earlier in the narrative, both a ball of gray wool and a red shower curtain suddenly go missing. How and where do these items reappear? At the end of chapter 13, Mr. Lombard exclaims, \\\"How Edward Seton would laugh if he were here! God, how he'd laugh!\\\" Identify the implied, potential, and literal meanings of this \\\"outburst [that] shocked and startled the others.\\\"  <p>  17. The narrative of <i>And Then There Were None</i> seems to become more detailed -- more carefully descriptive and deliberately paced -- as it draws to a close. In chapter 14, for instance, we encounter extended interior monologues involving Miss Claythorne and ex-Inspector Blore. Why do you suppose the author begins to focus on her characters in this way, and at this moment in the tale? What do we learn from the private thoughts of these two characters? How do their ideas and impressions in chapter 14 advance the story?  <p>  18. What happens to Dr. Armstrong? How and when does he disappear? How is Mr. Blore murdered, and why do Miss Claythorne and Mr. Lombard suspect that Dr. Armstrong is Mr. Blore's killer? Also, when you reached the point where Miss Claythorne and Mr. Lombard are the only two characters remaining, which one did you think was the murderer? Or did you suspect someone else? Use quotes from the novel to support your answers. Finally, who kills Philip Lombard? And who, ultimately, is responsible for the death of Vera Claythorne?  <p>  19. Look again at the book's Epilogue. Who are the detectives in charge of solving these crimes? Are they able to come up with any answers? Evaluate their success, identifying the points on which they are correct and those on which they are incorrect in their reconstruction of the events on Indian Island.  <p>  20. Who is the murderer? How is his or her identity revealed? And who is the mysterious Mr. Owen? Were you satisfied with the novel's conclusion? And were you surprised by it? Did you, as a reader and an armchair detective, find the ending fully credible and plausible? Did the murderer's \\\"confession\\\" seem fitting and appropriate to you? Explain your answers.  <p>  <b>Questions and Exercises for the Class</b><br>    1. <i>And Then There Were None</i> is generally seen as one of the best mystery novels ever published. What are the clues in this mystery? What are the red herrings?  <p>  2. Consider the many narrative hooks in this novel -- that is, the abrupt endings in several of the chapters (and parts of chapters) that feature a shocking note or detail that compels you to keep reading. How effective did you find these hooks? Was this book easy for you to read and understand, or did you find it difficult in any way? Justify your answers.  <p>  3. What is a motive? (Distinguish between the words motive and motivation. Consult a dictionary, if necessary.) What motives, if any, did each of the ten guests have for committing these horrible murders?  <p>  4. Who is telling the story of <i>And Then There Were None</i>? Did the tone, voice, or language employed by the narrator make the tale more frightening to you? Explain.  <p>  5. Think a bit more about how this story is told, especially its remarkable plot. What are the inherent problems a storyteller might encounter in killing off all of his or her main characters one by one? And what are the problems an author might face in basing his or her plot on a familiar nursery rhyme? Does Christie successfully avoid these problems? Defend your answer.  <p>  6. Which one of the killings depicted in the novel seemed especially accurate or believable to you, and which one seemed especially incredible or fantastic? As an exercise in creative writing, rewrite the former murder so that it is less realistic, and then rewrite the latter so that it is less far-fetched.  <p>  7. Discuss the depiction of group psychology in this novel, looking in particular at the scenes mentioned in questions 11, 13, and 15 above. Are there any other scenes where events or ideas are altered or influenced by how the characters interact with one another? Also, does the dynamic of group psychology in this novel strike you as realistic, frenzied, contrived, simplified, or otherwise? Explain your view with the aid of textual references. And were there moments when you as a reader thought the characters were acting in ways such as you yourself would have acted? If so, explain. If not, how and why would you have behaved differently?  <p>  8. The genre known as crime and mystery writing actually contains many fascinating variations and subcategories, among them detective novels, true crime accounts, police procedurals, and potboiler suspense stories. On your own, conduct some research -- at your local library, in an encyclopedia, or on the Internet -- and find out as much as you can about the many different kinds of mystery writing that have been invented. Then look again at <i>And Then There Were None</i> and try to label precisely what kind of mystery it is.  <p>  9. Sometimes a reader of \\\"whodunits\\\" (as mysteries are often called) will encounter what is known as a \\\"locked room mystery,\\\" which can be loosely defined as a story consisting of a riddle or puzzle that cannot be solved without paradoxically altering the very details, parameters, or \\\"rules\\\" of the story itself. Did this novel ever seem like a \\\"locked room mystery\\\" to you, especially as its conclusion drew nearer, or as you read the Epilogue? Explain.  <p>  10. As an independent exercise, compose an alternative ending for <i>And Then There Were None</i>. That is, reimagine and then rewrite the story's conclusion, providing an alternative identity for the murderer as well as a new and wholly different set of motives for his or her actions.  <p>  <b>Other Readings and Resources</b><br>    As mysteries have been always been a favorite form of entertainment, and as <i>And Then There Were None</i> is considered one of history's finest mystery novels, there are countless examples of books, stories, plays, and films that invite comparison with Agatha Christie's novel. A fine place to start in this regard is, of course, Christie's own vast catalog. Any of the following Christie novels could be compared or contrasted with <i>And Then There Were None</i> in telling and enlightening ways: <I>The ABC Murders</I>, <I>Crooked House</I>, <I>Death on the Nile</I>, <I>Lord Edgware Dies</I>, <I>The Moving Finger</I>, <I>The Murder at the Vicarage</I>, <I>A Murder Is Announced</I>, <I>The Murder of Roger Ackroyd</I>, <I>Murder on the Orient Express</I>, <I>Ordeal by Innocence</I>, and <I>A Pocket Full of Rye</I>.  <p>  Teachers wishing to introduce their students to other classic writings of the crime and mystery genre would do well to assign works by Arthur Conan Doyle, who created in Sherlock Holmes literature's most celebrated detective. Several novels and short-story collections featuring the ever-popular Holmes are in print and available everywhere. Likewise the fiction of Edgar Allen Poe, who is generally thought to have invented the detective story. Other useful, instructive classics in this field include (but are by no means limited to) <I>The Moonstone</I> by Wilkie Collins, <I>The Mystery of Edwin Drood</I> by Charles Dickens, <I>Knight's Gambit </I>by William Faulkner, and <I>Rebecca </I>by Daphne du Maurier. The novels of \\\"hardboiled\\\" masters Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett are also recommended, as well as contemporary bestsellers by Dick Francis, Sue Grafton, P. D. James, and Robert B. Parker.  <p>  Various other media might also prove rewarding for those students who discover in Christie's novel an unknown taste for mysteries old and new. Teachers are encouraged to be creative when looking for TV shows, films, and other phenomena that might stand as echoes or updates of -- or perhaps new twists on -- the basic <i>And Then There Were None</i> pattern (a familiar stranded-amidst-an-unknown-assailant paradigm that turns up in popular culture fairly often). A few such materials might include Clue, the board game that has been popular for generations; the scary and teenager-friendly series of Scream movies; and even \\\"Survivor,\\\" the recent and enormously successful television phenomenon. The relation of any of these constructs to the plot or personae of Christie's classic tale would be a solid starting point for all students interested in such extracurricular research and inquiry.  <p>  <b>About the Author</b><br>    Dame Agatha Christie (1890-1976) wrote over seventy detective novels, many of which feature her immortal sleuths Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple. 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And see where that gets us?</p><p>I knew who she was, of course; everybody here knows Elizabeth. She has one of the three-bedroom flats in Larkin Court. It's the one on the corner, with the decking? Also, I was once on a quiz team with Stephen, who, for a number of reasons, is Elizabeth's third husband.</p><p>I was at lunch, this is two or three months ago, and it must have been a Monday, because we were having shepherd's pie. Elizabeth said she could see that I was eating, but she wanted to ask me a question about knife wounds, if it wasn't inconvenient?</p><p>I said, \\\"Not at all, of course, please,\\\" or words to that effect. I won't always remember everything exactly, I might as well tell you that now. So she opened a manila folder, and I saw some typed sheets and the edges of what looked like old photographs. Then she was straight into it.</p><p>Elizabeth asked me to imagine that a girl had been stabbed with a knife. I asked what sort of knife she had been stabbed with, and Elizabeth said probably just a normal kitchen knife. John Lewis or somesuch. She didn't say that, but that was what I pictured. Then she asked me to imagine this girl had been stabbed three or four times, just under the breastbone. In and out, in and out, very nasty, but without severing an artery. She was fairly quiet about the whole thing, because people were eating, and she does have some boundaries.</p><p>So there I was, imagining stab wounds, and Elizabeth asked me how long it would take the girl to bleed to death.</p><p>By the way, I realize I should have mentioned that I was a nurse for many years; otherwise none of this will make sense to you. Elizabeth would have known that from somewhere, because Elizabeth knows everything. Anyway, that's why she was asking me. You must have wondered what I was on about. I will get the hang of writing this, I promise.</p><p>I remember dabbing at my mouth before I answered, like you see on television sometimes. It makes you look clever, try it. I asked what the girl had weighed.</p><p>Elizabeth found the information in her folder, followed her finger, and read out that the girl had been forty-six kilos. Which threw us both, because neither of us was sure what forty-six kilos was in real money. In my head I was thinking it must be about twenty-three stone? Two to one was my thinking. Even as I thought that, though, I suspected I was getting mixed up with inches and centimeters.</p><p>Elizabeth let me know the girl definitely wasn't twenty-three stone, as she had a picture of her corpse in the folder. She tapped the folder at me, then turned her attention back to the room and said, \\\"Will somebody ask Bernard what forty-six kilos is?\\\"</p><p>Bernard always sits by himself, at one of the smaller tables nearest the patio. Table 8. You don't need to know that, but I will tell you a bit about Bernard.</p><p>Bernard Cottle was very kind to me when I first arrived at Coopers Chase. He bought me a clematis cutting and explained the recycling timetable. They have four different colored bins here. Four! Thanks to Bernard, I know that green is for glass and blue is cardboard and paper. As for red and black, though, your guess is still as good as mine. I've seen all sorts as I've wandered about. Someone once put a fax machine in one.</p><p>Bernard had been a professor, something in science, and had worked all around the world, including going to Dubai before anyone had heard of it. True to form, he was wearing a suit and tie to lunch, but was nevertheless reading the Daily Express. Mary from Ruskin Court was at the next table; she got his attention and asked how much forty-six kilos was when it was at home.</p><p>Bernard nodded and called over to Elizabeth, \\\"seven stone three and a bit.\\\"</p><p>And that's Bernard for you.</p><p>Elizabeth thanked him and said that sounded about right, and Bernard returned to his crossword. I looked up centimeters and inches afterward, and at least I was right about that.</p><p>Elizabeth went back to her question. How long would the girl stabbed with the kitchen knife have to live? I guessed that unattended she would probably die in about forty-five minutes.</p><p>\\\"Well, quite, Joyce,\\\" she said, and then had another question. What if the girl had had medical assistance? Not a doctor, but someone who could patch up a wound. Someone who'd been in the army, perhaps. Someone like that.</p><p>I have seen a lot of stab wounds in my time. My job wasn't all sprained ankles. So I said then, well, she wouldn't die at all. Which she wouldn't. It wouldn't have been fun for her, but it would have been easy to patch up.</p><p>Elizabeth was nodding away, and said that was precisely what she had told Ibrahim, although I didn't know Ibrahim at that time. As I say, this was a couple of months ago.</p><p>It hadn't seemed at all right to Elizabeth, and her view was that the boyfriend had killed her. I know this is still often the case. You read about it.</p><p>I think before I moved in I might have found this whole conversation unusual, but it is pretty par for the course once you get to know everyone here. Last week I met the man who invented mint choc chip ice cream, or so he tells it. I don't really have any way of checking.</p><p>I was glad to have helped Elizabeth in my small way, so I decided I might ask a favor. I asked if there was any way I could take a look at the picture of the corpse. Just out of professional interest.</p><p>Elizabeth beamed, the way people around here beam when you ask to look at pictures of their grandchildren graduating. She slipped a letter-size photocopy out of her folder, laid it facedown in front of me, and told me to keep it, as they all had copies.</p><p>I told her that was very kind of her, and she said not at all, but she wondered if she could ask me one final question.</p><p>\\\"Of course,\\\" I said.</p><p>Then she said, \\\"Are you ever free on Thursdays?\\\"</p><p>And, that, believe it or not, was the first I had heard of Thursdays.</p><p> </p><p>2.</p><p>PC Donna De Freitas would like to have a gun. She would like to be chasing serial killers into abandoned warehouses, grimly getting the job done despite a fresh bullet wound in her shoulder. Perhaps developing a taste for whisky and having an affair with her partner.</p><p>But for now, twenty-six years old, and sitting down for lunch at eleven forty-five in the morning, with four pensioners she has only just met, Donna understands that she will have to work her way up to all that. And besides, she has to admit that the past hour or so has been rather fun.</p><p>Donna has given her talk, \\\"Practical Tips for Home Security,\\\" many times. And today there was the usual audience of older people, blankets across knees, free biscuits, and a few happy snoozers at the back. She gives the same advice each time. The absolute, paramount importance of installing window locks, checking ID cards, and never giving out personal information to cold-callers. More than anything, she is supposed to be a reassuring presence in a terrifying world. Donna understands that; also, it gets her out of the station and gets her out of paperwork, so she volunteers. Fairhaven's police station is sleepier than Donna is used to.</p><p>Today, however, she found herself at the Coopers Chase Retirement Village. It seemed innocuous enough. Lush, untroubled, sedate, and on her drive in she spotted a nice pub for lunch on the way home. So getting serial killers in headlocks on speedboats would have to wait.</p><p>\\\"Security,\\\" Donna began, though she was really thinking about whether she should get a tattoo. A dolphin on her lower back? Or would that be too cliche? \\\"What do we mean when we say the word security? Well, I think that word means different things to different . . .\\\"</p><p>A hand shot up in the front row. Which was not normally how this went, but in for a penny. An immaculately dressed woman in her eighties had a point to make.</p><p>\\\"Dear, I think we're all hoping this won't be a talk about window locks.\\\" The woman looked around her and picked up murmured support.</p><p>A gentleman hemmed in by a walking frame in the second row was next. \\\"And no ID cards, please; we know about ID cards. 'Are you really from the gas board, or are you a burglar?' We've got it, I promise.\\\"</p><p>A free-for-all had commenced.</p><p>\\\"It's not the gas board anymore. It's Centrica,\\\" said a man in a very smart three-piece suit.</p><p>The man sitting next to him, wearing shorts, flip-flops, and a West Ham United shirt, took this opportunity to stand up and stab a finger in no particular direction. \\\"It's thanks to Thatcher that, Ibrahim. We used to own it.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Oh, do sit down, Ron,\\\" the well-dressed woman had said. Then she looked at Donna and added, \\\"Sorry about Ron,\\\" with a slow shake of her head. The comments had continued to fly.</p><p>\\\"And what criminal wouldn't be able to forge an ID document?\\\"</p><p>\\\"I've got cataracts. You could show me a library card and I'd let you in.\\\"</p><p>\\\"They don't even check the meter now, dear. It's all on the web.\\\"</p><p>\\\"It's on the cloud, dear.\\\"</p><p>\\\"I'd welcome a burglar. It would be nice to have a visitor.\\\"</p><p>There had been the briefest of lulls. An atonal symphony of whistles began as some hearing aids were turned up, while others were switched off. The woman in the front row had taken charge again.</p><p>\\\"So . . . and I'm Elizabeth, by the way . . . no window locks, please, and no ID cards, and no need to tell us we mustn't give our PIN to Nigerians over the phone. If I am still allowed to say Nigerians.\\\"</p><p>Donna De Freitas had regrouped. She was aware she was no longer contemplating pub lunches or tattoos, but was instead thinking about a riot training course back in the good old days in South London.</p><p>\\\"Well, what shall we talk about, then?\\\" Donna asked. \\\"I have to do at least forty-five minutes, or I don't get the time off in lieu.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Institutional sexism in the police force?\\\" said Elizabeth.</p><p>\\\"I'd like to talk about the illegal shooting of Mark Duggan, sanctioned by the state and-\\\"</p><p>\\\"Sit down, Ron!\\\"</p><p>So it went on, enjoyably and agreeably, until the hour was up, whereupon Donna was warmly thanked, shown pictures of grandchildren, and then invited to stay for lunch.</p><p>And so here she is, picking at her salad, in what the menu describes as a \\\"contemporary upscale restaurant.\\\" Eleven forty-five is a little early for her to have lunch, but it wouldn't have been polite to refuse the invitation. She notes that her four hosts are not only tucking in to full lunches but have also cracked open a bottle of red wine.</p><p>\\\"That really was wonderful, Donna,\\\" says Elizabeth. \\\"We enjoyed it tremendously.\\\" Elizabeth looks to Donna like the sort of teacher who terrifies you all year but then gives you a grade A and cries when you leave. Perhaps it's the tweed jacket.</p><p>\\\"It was blinding, Donna,\\\" says Ron. \\\"Can I call you Donna, love?\\\"</p><p>\\\"You can call me Donna, but maybe don't call me love,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Quite right, darling,\\\" agrees Ron. \\\"Noted. That story about the Ukrainian with the parking ticket and the chainsaw, though? You should do after-dinner speaking; there's money in it. I know someone, if you'd like a number?\\\"</p><p>The salad is delicious, thinks Donna, and it's not often she thinks that.</p><p>\\\"I would have made a terrific heroin smuggler, I think.\\\" This was Ibrahim, who earlier raised the point about Centrica. \\\"It's just logistics, isn't it? There's all the weighing too, which I would enjoy, very precise. And they have machines to count money. All the mod cons. Have you ever captured a heroin dealer, PC De Freitas?\\\"</p><p>\\\"No,\\\" admits Donna. \\\"It's on my list, though.\\\"</p><p>\\\"But I'm right that they have machines to count money?\\\" asks Ibrahim.</p><p>\\\"They do, yes,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Wonderful,\\\" says Ibrahim, and downs his glass of wine.</p><p>\\\"We bore easily,\\\" adds Elizabeth, also polishing off a glass. \\\"God save us from window locks, WPC De Freitas.\\\"</p><p>\\\"It's just PC now,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"I see,\\\" says Elizabeth, lips pursing. \\\"And what happens if I still choose to say WPC? Will there be a warrant for my arrest?\\\"</p><p>\\\"No, but I'll think a bit less of you,\\\" says Donna. \\\"Because it's a really simple thing to do, and it's more respectful to me.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Damn, checkmate, okay,\\\" says Elizabeth, unpursing her lips.</p><p>\\\"Thank you,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Guess how old I am,\\\" challenges Ibrahim.</p><p>Donna hesitates. Ibrahim has a nice suit, and he has great skin. He smells wonderful. A handkerchief is artfully folded in his breast pocket. Hair thinning but still there. No paunch, and just the one chin. And yet underneath it all? Hmmm. Donna looks at Ibrahim's hands. Always the giveaway.</p><p>\\\"Eighty?\\\" she ventures.</p><p>She sees the wind depart Ibrahim's sails. \\\"Yes, spot-on, but I look younger. I look about seventy-four. Everyone agrees. The secret is Pilates.\\\"</p><p>\\\"And what's your story, Joyce?\\\" Donna asks the fourth member of the group, a small white-haired woman in a lavender blouse and mauve cardigan. She is sitting very happily, taking it all in. Mouth closed but eyes bright. Like a quiet bird, constantly on the lookout for something sparkling in the sunshine.</p><p>\\\"Me?\\\" says Joyce. \\\"No story at all. I was a nurse, and then a mum, and then a nurse again. Nothing to see here, I'm afraid.\\\"</p><p>Elizabeth gives a short snort. \\\"Don't be taken in by Joyce, PC De Freitas. She is the type who 'gets things done.'\\\"</p><p>\\\"I'm just organized,\\\" says Joyce. \\\"It's out of fashion. If I say I'm going to Zumba, I go to Zumba. That's just me. My daughter is the interesting one in the family. She runs a hedge fund, if you know what one is?\\\"</p><p>\\\"Not really,\\\" admits Donna.</p><p>\\\"No,\\\" agrees Joyce.</p><p>\\\"Zumba is before Pilates,\\\" says Ibrahim. \\\"I don't like to do both. It's counterintuitive to your major muscle groups.\\\"</p><p>A question has been nagging at Donna throughout lunch. \\\"So, if you don't mind me asking, I know you all live at Coopers Chase, but how did the four of you become friends?\\\"</p>\"},{\"id\":\"88319100T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"1.</p><p>Joyce</p><p>Well, let's start with Elizabeth, shall we? And see where that gets us?</p><p>I knew who she was, of course; everybody here knows Elizabeth. She has one of the three-bedroom flats in Larkin Court. It's the one on the corner, with the decking? Also, I was once on a quiz team with Stephen, who, for a number of reasons, is Elizabeth's third husband.</p><p>I was at lunch, this is two or three months ago, and it must have been a Monday, because we were having shepherd's pie. Elizabeth said she could see that I was eating, but she wanted to ask me a question about knife wounds, if it wasn't inconvenient?</p><p>I said, \\\"Not at all, of course, please,\\\" or words to that effect. I won't always remember everything exactly, I might as well tell you that now. So she opened a manila folder, and I saw some typed sheets and the edges of what looked like old photographs. Then she was straight into it.</p><p>Elizabeth asked me to imagine that a girl had been stabbed with a knife. I asked what sort of knife she had been stabbed with, and Elizabeth said probably just a normal kitchen knife. John Lewis or somesuch. She didn't say that, but that was what I pictured. Then she asked me to imagine this girl had been stabbed three or four times, just under the breastbone. In and out, in and out, very nasty, but without severing an artery. She was fairly quiet about the whole thing, because people were eating, and she does have some boundaries.</p><p>So there I was, imagining stab wounds, and Elizabeth asked me how long it would take the girl to bleed to death.</p><p>By the way, I realize I should have mentioned that I was a nurse for many years; otherwise none of this will make sense to you. Elizabeth would have known that from somewhere, because Elizabeth knows everything. Anyway, that's why she was asking me. You must have wondered what I was on about. I will get the hang of writing this, I promise.</p><p>I remember dabbing at my mouth before I answered, like you see on television sometimes. It makes you look clever, try it. I asked what the girl had weighed.</p><p>Elizabeth found the information in her folder, followed her finger, and read out that the girl had been forty-six kilos. Which threw us both, because neither of us was sure what forty-six kilos was in real money. In my head I was thinking it must be about twenty-three stone? Two to one was my thinking. Even as I thought that, though, I suspected I was getting mixed up with inches and centimeters.</p><p>Elizabeth let me know the girl definitely wasn't twenty-three stone, as she had a picture of her corpse in the folder. She tapped the folder at me, then turned her attention back to the room and said, \\\"Will somebody ask Bernard what forty-six kilos is?\\\"</p><p>Bernard always sits by himself, at one of the smaller tables nearest the patio. Table 8. You don't need to know that, but I will tell you a bit about Bernard.</p><p>Bernard Cottle was very kind to me when I first arrived at Coopers Chase. He bought me a clematis cutting and explained the recycling timetable. They have four different colored bins here. Four! Thanks to Bernard, I know that green is for glass and blue is cardboard and paper. As for red and black, though, your guess is still as good as mine. I've seen all sorts as I've wandered about. Someone once put a fax machine in one.</p><p>Bernard had been a professor, something in science, and had worked all around the world, including going to Dubai before anyone had heard of it. True to form, he was wearing a suit and tie to lunch, but was nevertheless reading the Daily Express. Mary from Ruskin Court was at the next table; she got his attention and asked how much forty-six kilos was when it was at home.</p><p>Bernard nodded and called over to Elizabeth, \\\"seven stone three and a bit.\\\"</p><p>And that's Bernard for you.</p><p>Elizabeth thanked him and said that sounded about right, and Bernard returned to his crossword. I looked up centimeters and inches afterward, and at least I was right about that.</p><p>Elizabeth went back to her question. How long would the girl stabbed with the kitchen knife have to live? I guessed that unattended she would probably die in about forty-five minutes.</p><p>\\\"Well, quite, Joyce,\\\" she said, and then had another question. What if the girl had had medical assistance? Not a doctor, but someone who could patch up a wound. Someone who'd been in the army, perhaps. Someone like that.</p><p>I have seen a lot of stab wounds in my time. My job wasn't all sprained ankles. So I said then, well, she wouldn't die at all. Which she wouldn't. It wouldn't have been fun for her, but it would have been easy to patch up.</p><p>Elizabeth was nodding away, and said that was precisely what she had told Ibrahim, although I didn't know Ibrahim at that time. As I say, this was a couple of months ago.</p><p>It hadn't seemed at all right to Elizabeth, and her view was that the boyfriend had killed her. I know this is still often the case. You read about it.</p><p>I think before I moved in I might have found this whole conversation unusual, but it is pretty par for the course once you get to know everyone here. Last week I met the man who invented mint choc chip ice cream, or so he tells it. I don't really have any way of checking.</p><p>I was glad to have helped Elizabeth in my small way, so I decided I might ask a favor. I asked if there was any way I could take a look at the picture of the corpse. Just out of professional interest.</p><p>Elizabeth beamed, the way people around here beam when you ask to look at pictures of their grandchildren graduating. She slipped a letter-size photocopy out of her folder, laid it facedown in front of me, and told me to keep it, as they all had copies.</p><p>I told her that was very kind of her, and she said not at all, but she wondered if she could ask me one final question.</p><p>\\\"Of course,\\\" I said.</p><p>Then she said, \\\"Are you ever free on Thursdays?\\\"</p><p>And, that, believe it or not, was the first I had heard of Thursdays.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>2.</p><p>PC Donna De Freitas would like to have a gun. She would like to be chasing serial killers into abandoned warehouses, grimly getting the job done despite a fresh bullet wound in her shoulder. Perhaps developing a taste for whisky and having an affair with her partner.</p><p>But for now, twenty-six years old, and sitting down for lunch at eleven forty-five in the morning, with four pensioners she has only just met, Donna understands that she will have to work her way up to all that. And besides, she has to admit that the past hour or so has been rather fun.</p><p>Donna has given her talk, \\\"Practical Tips for Home Security,\\\" many times. And today there was the usual audience of older people, blankets across knees, free biscuits, and a few happy snoozers at the back. She gives the same advice each time. The absolute, paramount importance of installing window locks, checking ID cards, and never giving out personal information to cold-callers. More than anything, she is supposed to be a reassuring presence in a terrifying world. Donna understands that; also, it gets her out of the station and gets her out of paperwork, so she volunteers. Fairhaven's police station is sleepier than Donna is used to.</p><p>Today, however, she found herself at the Coopers Chase Retirement Village. It seemed innocuous enough. Lush, untroubled, sedate, and on her drive in she spotted a nice pub for lunch on the way home. So getting serial killers in headlocks on speedboats would have to wait.</p><p>\\\"Security,\\\" Donna began, though she was really thinking about whether she should get a tattoo. A dolphin on her lower back? Or would that be too cliche? \\\"What do we mean when we say the word security? Well, I think that word means different things to different . . .\\\"</p><p>A hand shot up in the front row. Which was not normally how this went, but in for a penny. An immaculately dressed woman in her eighties had a point to make.</p><p>\\\"Dear, I think we're all hoping this won't be a talk about window locks.\\\" The woman looked around her and picked up murmured support.</p><p>A gentleman hemmed in by a walking frame in the second row was next. \\\"And no ID cards, please; we know about ID cards. 'Are you really from the gas board, or are you a burglar?' We've got it, I promise.\\\"</p><p>A free-for-all had commenced.</p><p>\\\"It's not the gas board anymore. It's Centrica,\\\" said a man in a very smart three-piece suit.</p><p>The man sitting next to him, wearing shorts, flip-flops, and a West Ham United shirt, took this opportunity to stand up and stab a finger in no particular direction. \\\"It's thanks to Thatcher that, Ibrahim. We used to own it.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Oh, do sit down, Ron,\\\" the well-dressed woman had said. Then she looked at Donna and added, \\\"Sorry about Ron,\\\" with a slow shake of her head. The comments had continued to fly.</p><p>\\\"And what criminal wouldn't be able to forge an ID document?\\\"</p><p>\\\"I've got cataracts. You could show me a library card and I'd let you in.\\\"</p><p>\\\"They don't even check the meter now, dear. It's all on the web.\\\"</p><p>\\\"It's on the cloud, dear.\\\"</p><p>\\\"I'd welcome a burglar. It would be nice to have a visitor.\\\"</p><p>There had been the briefest of lulls. An atonal symphony of whistles began as some hearing aids were turned up, while others were switched off. The woman in the front row had taken charge again.</p><p>\\\"So . . . and I'm Elizabeth, by the way . . . no window locks, please, and no ID cards, and no need to tell us we mustn't give our PIN to Nigerians over the phone. If I am still allowed to say Nigerians.\\\"</p><p>Donna De Freitas had regrouped. She was aware she was no longer contemplating pub lunches or tattoos, but was instead thinking about a riot training course back in the good old days in South London.</p><p>\\\"Well, what shall we talk about, then?\\\" Donna asked. \\\"I have to do at least forty-five minutes, or I don't get the time off in lieu.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Institutional sexism in the police force?\\\" said Elizabeth.</p><p>\\\"I'd like to talk about the illegal shooting of Mark Duggan, sanctioned by the state and-\\\"</p><p>\\\"Sit down, Ron!\\\"</p><p>So it went on, enjoyably and agreeably, until the hour was up, whereupon Donna was warmly thanked, shown pictures of grandchildren, and then invited to stay for lunch.</p><p>And so here she is, picking at her salad, in what the menu describes as a \\\"contemporary upscale restaurant.\\\" Eleven forty-five is a little early for her to have lunch, but it wouldn't have been polite to refuse the invitation. She notes that her four hosts are not only tucking in to full lunches but have also cracked open a bottle of red wine.</p><p>\\\"That really was wonderful, Donna,\\\" says Elizabeth. \\\"We enjoyed it tremendously.\\\" Elizabeth looks to Donna like the sort of teacher who terrifies you all year but then gives you a grade A and cries when you leave. Perhaps it's the tweed jacket.</p><p>\\\"It was blinding, Donna,\\\" says Ron. \\\"Can I call you Donna, love?\\\"</p><p>\\\"You can call me Donna, but maybe don't call me love,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Quite right, darling,\\\" agrees Ron. \\\"Noted. That story about the Ukrainian with the parking ticket and the chainsaw, though? You should do after-dinner speaking; there's money in it. I know someone, if you'd like a number?\\\"</p><p>The salad is delicious, thinks Donna, and it's not often she thinks that.</p><p>\\\"I would have made a terrific heroin smuggler, I think.\\\" This was Ibrahim, who earlier raised the point about Centrica. \\\"It's just logistics, isn't it? There's all the weighing too, which I would enjoy, very precise. And they have machines to count money. All the mod cons. Have you ever captured a heroin dealer, PC De Freitas?\\\"</p><p>\\\"No,\\\" admits Donna. \\\"It's on my list, though.\\\"</p><p>\\\"But I'm right that they have machines to count money?\\\" asks Ibrahim.</p><p>\\\"They do, yes,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Wonderful,\\\" says Ibrahim, and downs his glass of wine.</p><p>\\\"We bore easily,\\\" adds Elizabeth, also polishing off a glass. \\\"God save us from window locks, WPC De Freitas.\\\"</p><p>\\\"It's just PC now,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"I see,\\\" says Elizabeth, lips pursing. \\\"And what happens if I still choose to say WPC? Will there be a warrant for my arrest?\\\"</p><p>\\\"No, but I'll think a bit less of you,\\\" says Donna. \\\"Because it's a really simple thing to do, and it's more respectful to me.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Damn, checkmate, okay,\\\" says Elizabeth, unpursing her lips.</p><p>\\\"Thank you,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Guess how old I am,\\\" challenges Ibrahim.</p><p>Donna hesitates. Ibrahim has a nice suit, and he has great skin. He smells wonderful. A handkerchief is artfully folded in his breast pocket. Hair thinning but still there. No paunch, and just the one chin. And yet underneath it all? Hmmm. Donna looks at Ibrahim's hands. Always the giveaway.</p><p>\\\"Eighty?\\\" she ventures.</p><p>She sees the wind depart Ibrahim's sails. \\\"Yes, spot-on, but I look younger. I look about seventy-four. Everyone agrees. The secret is Pilates.\\\"</p><p>\\\"And what's your story, Joyce?\\\" Donna asks the fourth member of the group, a small white-haired woman in a lavender blouse and mauve cardigan. She is sitting very happily, taking it all in. Mouth closed but eyes bright. Like a quiet bird, constantly on the lookout for something sparkling in the sunshine.</p><p>\\\"Me?\\\" says Joyce. \\\"No story at all. I was a nurse, and then a mum, and then a nurse again. Nothing to see here, I'm afraid.\\\"</p><p>Elizabeth gives a short snort. \\\"Don't be taken in by Joyce, PC De Freitas. She is the type who 'gets things done.'\\\"</p><p>\\\"I'm just organized,\\\" says Joyce. \\\"It's out of fashion. If I say I'm going to Zumba, I go to Zumba. That's just me. My daughter is the interesting one in the family. She runs a hedge fund, if you know what one is?\\\"</p><p>\\\"Not really,\\\" admits Donna.</p><p>\\\"No,\\\" agrees Joyce.</p><p>\\\"Zumba is before Pilates,\\\" says Ibrahim. \\\"I don't like to do both. It's counterintuitive to your major muscle groups.\\\"</p><p>A question has been nagging at Donna throughout lunch. \\\"So, if you don't mind me asking, I know you all live at Coopers Chase, but how did the four of you become friends?\\\"</p>\"},{\"id\":\"88319098T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<p>1.</p><p>Joyce</p><p>Well, let's start with Elizabeth, shall we? And see where that gets us?</p><p>I knew who she was, of course; everybody here knows Elizabeth. She has one of the three-bedroom flats in Larkin Court. It's the one on the corner, with the decking? Also, I was once on a quiz team with Stephen, who, for a number of reasons, is Elizabeth's third husband.</p><p>I was at lunch, this is two or three months ago, and it must have been a Monday, because we were having shepherd's pie. Elizabeth said she could see that I was eating, but she wanted to ask me a question about knife wounds, if it wasn't inconvenient?</p><p>I said, \\\"Not at all, of course, please,\\\" or words to that effect. I won't always remember everything exactly, I might as well tell you that now. So she opened a manila folder, and I saw some typed sheets and the edges of what looked like old photographs. Then she was straight into it.</p><p>Elizabeth asked me to imagine that a girl had been stabbed with a knife. I asked what sort of knife she had been stabbed with, and Elizabeth said probably just a normal kitchen knife. John Lewis or somesuch. She didn't say that, but that was what I pictured. Then she asked me to imagine this girl had been stabbed three or four times, just under the breastbone. In and out, in and out, very nasty, but without severing an artery. She was fairly quiet about the whole thing, because people were eating, and she does have some boundaries.</p><p>So there I was, imagining stab wounds, and Elizabeth asked me how long it would take the girl to bleed to death.</p><p>By the way, I realize I should have mentioned that I was a nurse for many years; otherwise none of this will make sense to you. Elizabeth would have known that from somewhere, because Elizabeth knows everything. Anyway, that's why she was asking me. You must have wondered what I was on about. I will get the hang of writing this, I promise.</p><p>I remember dabbing at my mouth before I answered, like you see on television sometimes. It makes you look clever, try it. I asked what the girl had weighed.</p><p>Elizabeth found the information in her folder, followed her finger, and read out that the girl had been forty-six kilos. Which threw us both, because neither of us was sure what forty-six kilos was in real money. In my head I was thinking it must be about twenty-three stone? Two to one was my thinking. Even as I thought that, though, I suspected I was getting mixed up with inches and centimeters.</p><p>Elizabeth let me know the girl definitely wasn't twenty-three stone, as she had a picture of her corpse in the folder. She tapped the folder at me, then turned her attention back to the room and said, \\\"Will somebody ask Bernard what forty-six kilos is?\\\"</p><p>Bernard always sits by himself, at one of the smaller tables nearest the patio. Table 8. You don't need to know that, but I will tell you a bit about Bernard.</p><p>Bernard Cottle was very kind to me when I first arrived at Coopers Chase. He bought me a clematis cutting and explained the recycling timetable. They have four different colored bins here. Four! Thanks to Bernard, I know that green is for glass and blue is cardboard and paper. As for red and black, though, your guess is still as good as mine. I've seen all sorts as I've wandered about. Someone once put a fax machine in one.</p><p>Bernard had been a professor, something in science, and had worked all around the world, including going to Dubai before anyone had heard of it. True to form, he was wearing a suit and tie to lunch, but was nevertheless reading the Daily Express. Mary from Ruskin Court was at the next table; she got his attention and asked how much forty-six kilos was when it was at home.</p><p>Bernard nodded and called over to Elizabeth, \\\"seven stone three and a bit.\\\"</p><p>And that's Bernard for you.</p><p>Elizabeth thanked him and said that sounded about right, and Bernard returned to his crossword. I looked up centimeters and inches afterward, and at least I was right about that.</p><p>Elizabeth went back to her question. How long would the girl stabbed with the kitchen knife have to live? I guessed that unattended she would probably die in about forty-five minutes.</p><p>\\\"Well, quite, Joyce,\\\" she said, and then had another question. What if the girl had had medical assistance? Not a doctor, but someone who could patch up a wound. Someone who'd been in the army, perhaps. Someone like that.</p><p>I have seen a lot of stab wounds in my time. My job wasn't all sprained ankles. So I said then, well, she wouldn't die at all. Which she wouldn't. It wouldn't have been fun for her, but it would have been easy to patch up.</p><p>Elizabeth was nodding away, and said that was precisely what she had told Ibrahim, although I didn't know Ibrahim at that time. As I say, this was a couple of months ago.</p><p>It hadn't seemed at all right to Elizabeth, and her view was that the boyfriend had killed her. I know this is still often the case. You read about it.</p><p>I think before I moved in I might have found this whole conversation unusual, but it is pretty par for the course once you get to know everyone here. Last week I met the man who invented mint choc chip ice cream, or so he tells it. I don't really have any way of checking.</p><p>I was glad to have helped Elizabeth in my small way, so I decided I might ask a favor. I asked if there was any way I could take a look at the picture of the corpse. Just out of professional interest.</p><p>Elizabeth beamed, the way people around here beam when you ask to look at pictures of their grandchildren graduating. She slipped a letter-size photocopy out of her folder, laid it facedown in front of me, and told me to keep it, as they all had copies.</p><p>I told her that was very kind of her, and she said not at all, but she wondered if she could ask me one final question.</p><p>\\\"Of course,\\\" I said.</p><p>Then she said, \\\"Are you ever free on Thursdays?\\\"</p><p>And, that, believe it or not, was the first I had heard of Thursdays.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>2.</p><p>PC Donna De Freitas would like to have a gun. She would like to be chasing serial killers into abandoned warehouses, grimly getting the job done despite a fresh bullet wound in her shoulder. Perhaps developing a taste for whisky and having an affair with her partner.</p><p>But for now, twenty-six years old, and sitting down for lunch at eleven forty-five in the morning, with four pensioners she has only just met, Donna understands that she will have to work her way up to all that. And besides, she has to admit that the past hour or so has been rather fun.</p><p>Donna has given her talk, \\\"Practical Tips for Home Security,\\\" many times. And today there was the usual audience of older people, blankets across knees, free biscuits, and a few happy snoozers at the back. She gives the same advice each time. The absolute, paramount importance of installing window locks, checking ID cards, and never giving out personal information to cold-callers. More than anything, she is supposed to be a reassuring presence in a terrifying world. Donna understands that; also, it gets her out of the station and gets her out of paperwork, so she volunteers. Fairhaven's police station is sleepier than Donna is used to.</p><p>Today, however, she found herself at the Coopers Chase Retirement Village. It seemed innocuous enough. Lush, untroubled, sedate, and on her drive in she spotted a nice pub for lunch on the way home. So getting serial killers in headlocks on speedboats would have to wait.</p><p>\\\"Security,\\\" Donna began, though she was really thinking about whether she should get a tattoo. A dolphin on her lower back? Or would that be too cliche? \\\"What do we mean when we say the word security? Well, I think that word means different things to different . . .\\\"</p><p>A hand shot up in the front row. Which was not normally how this went, but in for a penny. An immaculately dressed woman in her eighties had a point to make.</p><p>\\\"Dear, I think we're all hoping this won't be a talk about window locks.\\\" The woman looked around her and picked up murmured support.</p><p>A gentleman hemmed in by a walking frame in the second row was next. \\\"And no ID cards, please; we know about ID cards. 'Are you really from the gas board, or are you a burglar?' We've got it, I promise.\\\"</p><p>A free-for-all had commenced.</p><p>\\\"It's not the gas board anymore. It's Centrica,\\\" said a man in a very smart three-piece suit.</p><p>The man sitting next to him, wearing shorts, flip-flops, and a West Ham United shirt, took this opportunity to stand up and stab a finger in no particular direction. \\\"It's thanks to Thatcher that, Ibrahim. We used to own it.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Oh, do sit down, Ron,\\\" the well-dressed woman had said. Then she looked at Donna and added, \\\"Sorry about Ron,\\\" with a slow shake of her head. The comments had continued to fly.</p><p>\\\"And what criminal wouldn't be able to forge an ID document?\\\"</p><p>\\\"I've got cataracts. You could show me a library card and I'd let you in.\\\"</p><p>\\\"They don't even check the meter now, dear. It's all on the web.\\\"</p><p>\\\"It's on the cloud, dear.\\\"</p><p>\\\"I'd welcome a burglar. It would be nice to have a visitor.\\\"</p><p>There had been the briefest of lulls. An atonal symphony of whistles began as some hearing aids were turned up, while others were switched off. The woman in the front row had taken charge again.</p><p>\\\"So . . . and I'm Elizabeth, by the way . . . no window locks, please, and no ID cards, and no need to tell us we mustn't give our PIN to Nigerians over the phone. If I am still allowed to say Nigerians.\\\"</p><p>Donna De Freitas had regrouped. She was aware she was no longer contemplating pub lunches or tattoos, but was instead thinking about a riot training course back in the good old days in South London.</p><p>\\\"Well, what shall we talk about, then?\\\" Donna asked. \\\"I have to do at least forty-five minutes, or I don't get the time off in lieu.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Institutional sexism in the police force?\\\" said Elizabeth.</p><p>\\\"I'd like to talk about the illegal shooting of Mark Duggan, sanctioned by the state and-\\\"</p><p>\\\"Sit down, Ron!\\\"</p><p>So it went on, enjoyably and agreeably, until the hour was up, whereupon Donna was warmly thanked, shown pictures of grandchildren, and then invited to stay for lunch.</p><p>And so here she is, picking at her salad, in what the menu describes as a \\\"contemporary upscale restaurant.\\\" Eleven forty-five is a little early for her to have lunch, but it wouldn't have been polite to refuse the invitation. She notes that her four hosts are not only tucking in to full lunches but have also cracked open a bottle of red wine.</p><p>\\\"That really was wonderful, Donna,\\\" says Elizabeth. \\\"We enjoyed it tremendously.\\\" Elizabeth looks to Donna like the sort of teacher who terrifies you all year but then gives you a grade A and cries when you leave. Perhaps it's the tweed jacket.</p><p>\\\"It was blinding, Donna,\\\" says Ron. \\\"Can I call you Donna, love?\\\"</p><p>\\\"You can call me Donna, but maybe don't call me love,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Quite right, darling,\\\" agrees Ron. \\\"Noted. That story about the Ukrainian with the parking ticket and the chainsaw, though? You should do after-dinner speaking; there's money in it. I know someone, if you'd like a number?\\\"</p><p>The salad is delicious, thinks Donna, and it's not often she thinks that.</p><p>\\\"I would have made a terrific heroin smuggler, I think.\\\" This was Ibrahim, who earlier raised the point about Centrica. \\\"It's just logistics, isn't it? There's all the weighing too, which I would enjoy, very precise. And they have machines to count money. All the mod cons. Have you ever captured a heroin dealer, PC De Freitas?\\\"</p><p>\\\"No,\\\" admits Donna. \\\"It's on my list, though.\\\"</p><p>\\\"But I'm right that they have machines to count money?\\\" asks Ibrahim.</p><p>\\\"They do, yes,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Wonderful,\\\" says Ibrahim, and downs his glass of wine.</p><p>\\\"We bore easily,\\\" adds Elizabeth, also polishing off a glass. \\\"God save us from window locks, WPC De Freitas.\\\"</p><p>\\\"It's just PC now,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"I see,\\\" says Elizabeth, lips pursing. \\\"And what happens if I still choose to say WPC? Will there be a warrant for my arrest?\\\"</p><p>\\\"No, but I'll think a bit less of you,\\\" says Donna. \\\"Because it's a really simple thing to do, and it's more respectful to me.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Damn, checkmate, okay,\\\" says Elizabeth, unpursing her lips.</p><p>\\\"Thank you,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Guess how old I am,\\\" challenges Ibrahim.</p><p>Donna hesitates. Ibrahim has a nice suit, and he has great skin. He smells wonderful. A handkerchief is artfully folded in his breast pocket. Hair thinning but still there. No paunch, and just the one chin. And yet underneath it all? Hmmm. Donna looks at Ibrahim's hands. Always the giveaway.</p><p>\\\"Eighty?\\\" she ventures.</p><p>She sees the wind depart Ibrahim's sails. \\\"Yes, spot-on, but I look younger. I look about seventy-four. Everyone agrees. The secret is Pilates.\\\"</p><p>\\\"And what's your story, Joyce?\\\" Donna asks the fourth member of the group, a small white-haired woman in a lavender blouse and mauve cardigan. She is sitting very happily, taking it all in. Mouth closed but eyes bright. Like a quiet bird, constantly on the lookout for something sparkling in the sunshine.</p><p>\\\"Me?\\\" says Joyce. \\\"No story at all. I was a nurse, and then a mum, and then a nurse again. Nothing to see here, I'm afraid.\\\"</p><p>Elizabeth gives a short snort. \\\"Don't be taken in by Joyce, PC De Freitas. She is the type who 'gets things done.'\\\"</p><p>\\\"I'm just organized,\\\" says Joyce. \\\"It's out of fashion. If I say I'm going to Zumba, I go to Zumba. That's just me. My daughter is the interesting one in the family. She runs a hedge fund, if you know what one is?\\\"</p><p>\\\"Not really,\\\" admits Donna.</p><p>\\\"No,\\\" agrees Joyce.</p><p>\\\"Zumba is before Pilates,\\\" says Ibrahim. \\\"I don't like to do both. It's counterintuitive to your major muscle groups.\\\"</p><p>A question has been nagging at Donna throughout lunch. \\\"So, if you don't mind me asking, I know you all live at Coopers Chase, but how did the four of you become friends?\\\"</p>\"},{\"id\":\"71540409T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"1.</p><p>Joyce</p><p>Well, let's start with Elizabeth, shall we? And see where that gets us?</p><p>I knew who she was, of course; everybody here knows Elizabeth. She has one of the three-bedroom flats in Larkin Court. It's the one on the corner, with the decking? Also, I was once on a quiz team with Stephen, who, for a number of reasons, is Elizabeth's third husband.</p><p>I was at lunch, this is two or three months ago, and it must have been a Monday, because we were having shepherd's pie. Elizabeth said she could see that I was eating, but she wanted to ask me a question about knife wounds, if it wasn't inconvenient?</p><p>I said, \\\"Not at all, of course, please,\\\" or words to that effect. I won't always remember everything exactly, I might as well tell you that now. So she opened a manila folder, and I saw some typed sheets and the edges of what looked like old photographs. Then she was straight into it.</p><p>Elizabeth asked me to imagine that a girl had been stabbed with a knife. I asked what sort of knife she had been stabbed with, and Elizabeth said probably just a normal kitchen knife. John Lewis or somesuch. She didn't say that, but that was what I pictured. Then she asked me to imagine this girl had been stabbed three or four times, just under the breastbone. In and out, in and out, very nasty, but without severing an artery. She was fairly quiet about the whole thing, because people were eating, and she does have some boundaries.</p><p>So there I was, imagining stab wounds, and Elizabeth asked me how long it would take the girl to bleed to death.</p><p>By the way, I realize I should have mentioned that I was a nurse for many years; otherwise none of this will make sense to you. Elizabeth would have known that from somewhere, because Elizabeth knows everything. Anyway, that's why she was asking me. You must have wondered what I was on about. I will get the hang of writing this, I promise.</p><p>I remember dabbing at my mouth before I answered, like you see on television sometimes. It makes you look clever, try it. I asked what the girl had weighed.</p><p>Elizabeth found the information in her folder, followed her finger, and read out that the girl had been forty-six kilos. Which threw us both, because neither of us was sure what forty-six kilos was in real money. In my head I was thinking it must be about twenty-three stone? Two to one was my thinking. Even as I thought that, though, I suspected I was getting mixed up with inches and centimeters.</p><p>Elizabeth let me know the girl definitely wasn't twenty-three stone, as she had a picture of her corpse in the folder. She tapped the folder at me, then turned her attention back to the room and said, \\\"Will somebody ask Bernard what forty-six kilos is?\\\"</p><p>Bernard always sits by himself, at one of the smaller tables nearest the patio. Table 8. You don't need to know that, but I will tell you a bit about Bernard.</p><p>Bernard Cottle was very kind to me when I first arrived at Coopers Chase. He bought me a clematis cutting and explained the recycling timetable. They have four different colored bins here. Four! Thanks to Bernard, I know that green is for glass and blue is cardboard and paper. As for red and black, though, your guess is still as good as mine. I've seen all sorts as I've wandered about. Someone once put a fax machine in one.</p><p>Bernard had been a professor, something in science, and had worked all around the world, including going to Dubai before anyone had heard of it. True to form, he was wearing a suit and tie to lunch, but was nevertheless reading the Daily Express. Mary from Ruskin Court was at the next table; she got his attention and asked how much forty-six kilos was when it was at home.</p><p>Bernard nodded and called over to Elizabeth, \\\"seven stone three and a bit.\\\"</p><p>And that's Bernard for you.</p><p>Elizabeth thanked him and said that sounded about right, and Bernard returned to his crossword. I looked up centimeters and inches afterward, and at least I was right about that.</p><p>Elizabeth went back to her question. How long would the girl stabbed with the kitchen knife have to live? I guessed that unattended she would probably die in about forty-five minutes.</p><p>\\\"Well, quite, Joyce,\\\" she said, and then had another question. What if the girl had had medical assistance? Not a doctor, but someone who could patch up a wound. Someone who'd been in the army, perhaps. Someone like that.</p><p>I have seen a lot of stab wounds in my time. My job wasn't all sprained ankles. So I said then, well, she wouldn't die at all. Which she wouldn't. It wouldn't have been fun for her, but it would have been easy to patch up.</p><p>Elizabeth was nodding away, and said that was precisely what she had told Ibrahim, although I didn't know Ibrahim at that time. As I say, this was a couple of months ago.</p><p>It hadn't seemed at all right to Elizabeth, and her view was that the boyfriend had killed her. I know this is still often the case. You read about it.</p><p>I think before I moved in I might have found this whole conversation unusual, but it is pretty par for the course once you get to know everyone here. Last week I met the man who invented mint choc chip ice cream, or so he tells it. I don't really have any way of checking.</p><p>I was glad to have helped Elizabeth in my small way, so I decided I might ask a favor. I asked if there was any way I could take a look at the picture of the corpse. Just out of professional interest.</p><p>Elizabeth beamed, the way people around here beam when you ask to look at pictures of their grandchildren graduating. She slipped a letter-size photocopy out of her folder, laid it facedown in front of me, and told me to keep it, as they all had copies.</p><p>I told her that was very kind of her, and she said not at all, but she wondered if she could ask me one final question.</p><p>\\\"Of course,\\\" I said.</p><p>Then she said, \\\"Are you ever free on Thursdays?\\\"</p><p>And, that, believe it or not, was the first I had heard of Thursdays.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>2.</p><p>PC Donna De Freitas would like to have a gun. She would like to be chasing serial killers into abandoned warehouses, grimly getting the job done despite a fresh bullet wound in her shoulder. Perhaps developing a taste for whisky and having an affair with her partner.</p><p>But for now, twenty-six years old, and sitting down for lunch at eleven forty-five in the morning, with four pensioners she has only just met, Donna understands that she will have to work her way up to all that. And besides, she has to admit that the past hour or so has been rather fun.</p><p>Donna has given her talk, \\\"Practical Tips for Home Security,\\\" many times. And today there was the usual audience of older people, blankets across knees, free biscuits, and a few happy snoozers at the back. She gives the same advice each time. The absolute, paramount importance of installing window locks, checking ID cards, and never giving out personal information to cold-callers. More than anything, she is supposed to be a reassuring presence in a terrifying world. Donna understands that; also, it gets her out of the station and gets her out of paperwork, so she volunteers. Fairhaven's police station is sleepier than Donna is used to.</p><p>Today, however, she found herself at the Coopers Chase Retirement Village. It seemed innocuous enough. Lush, untroubled, sedate, and on her drive in she spotted a nice pub for lunch on the way home. So getting serial killers in headlocks on speedboats would have to wait.</p><p>\\\"Security,\\\" Donna began, though she was really thinking about whether she should get a tattoo. A dolphin on her lower back? Or would that be too cliche? \\\"What do we mean when we say the word security? Well, I think that word means different things to different . . .\\\"</p><p>A hand shot up in the front row. Which was not normally how this went, but in for a penny. An immaculately dressed woman in her eighties had a point to make.</p><p>\\\"Dear, I think we're all hoping this won't be a talk about window locks.\\\" The woman looked around her and picked up murmured support.</p><p>A gentleman hemmed in by a walking frame in the second row was next. \\\"And no ID cards, please; we know about ID cards. 'Are you really from the gas board, or are you a burglar?' We've got it, I promise.\\\"</p><p>A free-for-all had commenced.</p><p>\\\"It's not the gas board anymore. It's Centrica,\\\" said a man in a very smart three-piece suit.</p><p>The man sitting next to him, wearing shorts, flip-flops, and a West Ham United shirt, took this opportunity to stand up and stab a finger in no particular direction. \\\"It's thanks to Thatcher that, Ibrahim. We used to own it.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Oh, do sit down, Ron,\\\" the well-dressed woman had said. Then she looked at Donna and added, \\\"Sorry about Ron,\\\" with a slow shake of her head. The comments had continued to fly.</p><p>\\\"And what criminal wouldn't be able to forge an ID document?\\\"</p><p>\\\"I've got cataracts. You could show me a library card and I'd let you in.\\\"</p><p>\\\"They don't even check the meter now, dear. It's all on the web.\\\"</p><p>\\\"It's on the cloud, dear.\\\"</p><p>\\\"I'd welcome a burglar. It would be nice to have a visitor.\\\"</p><p>There had been the briefest of lulls. An atonal symphony of whistles began as some hearing aids were turned up, while others were switched off. The woman in the front row had taken charge again.</p><p>\\\"So . . . and I'm Elizabeth, by the way . . . no window locks, please, and no ID cards, and no need to tell us we mustn't give our PIN to Nigerians over the phone. If I am still allowed to say Nigerians.\\\"</p><p>Donna De Freitas had regrouped. She was aware she was no longer contemplating pub lunches or tattoos, but was instead thinking about a riot training course back in the good old days in South London.</p><p>\\\"Well, what shall we talk about, then?\\\" Donna asked. \\\"I have to do at least forty-five minutes, or I don't get the time off in lieu.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Institutional sexism in the police force?\\\" said Elizabeth.</p><p>\\\"I'd like to talk about the illegal shooting of Mark Duggan, sanctioned by the state and-\\\"</p><p>\\\"Sit down, Ron!\\\"</p><p>So it went on, enjoyably and agreeably, until the hour was up, whereupon Donna was warmly thanked, shown pictures of grandchildren, and then invited to stay for lunch.</p><p>And so here she is, picking at her salad, in what the menu describes as a \\\"contemporary upscale restaurant.\\\" Eleven forty-five is a little early for her to have lunch, but it wouldn't have been polite to refuse the invitation. She notes that her four hosts are not only tucking in to full lunches but have also cracked open a bottle of red wine.</p><p>\\\"That really was wonderful, Donna,\\\" says Elizabeth. \\\"We enjoyed it tremendously.\\\" Elizabeth looks to Donna like the sort of teacher who terrifies you all year but then gives you a grade A and cries when you leave. Perhaps it's the tweed jacket.</p><p>\\\"It was blinding, Donna,\\\" says Ron. \\\"Can I call you Donna, love?\\\"</p><p>\\\"You can call me Donna, but maybe don't call me love,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Quite right, darling,\\\" agrees Ron. \\\"Noted. That story about the Ukrainian with the parking ticket and the chainsaw, though? You should do after-dinner speaking; there's money in it. I know someone, if you'd like a number?\\\"</p><p>The salad is delicious, thinks Donna, and it's not often she thinks that.</p><p>\\\"I would have made a terrific heroin smuggler, I think.\\\" This was Ibrahim, who earlier raised the point about Centrica. \\\"It's just logistics, isn't it? There's all the weighing too, which I would enjoy, very precise. And they have machines to count money. All the mod cons. Have you ever captured a heroin dealer, PC De Freitas?\\\"</p><p>\\\"No,\\\" admits Donna. \\\"It's on my list, though.\\\"</p><p>\\\"But I'm right that they have machines to count money?\\\" asks Ibrahim.</p><p>\\\"They do, yes,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Wonderful,\\\" says Ibrahim, and downs his glass of wine.</p><p>\\\"We bore easily,\\\" adds Elizabeth, also polishing off a glass. \\\"God save us from window locks, WPC De Freitas.\\\"</p><p>\\\"It's just PC now,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"I see,\\\" says Elizabeth, lips pursing. \\\"And what happens if I still choose to say WPC? Will there be a warrant for my arrest?\\\"</p><p>\\\"No, but I'll think a bit less of you,\\\" says Donna. \\\"Because it's a really simple thing to do, and it's more respectful to me.\\\"</p><p>\\\"Damn, checkmate, okay,\\\" says Elizabeth, unpursing her lips.</p><p>\\\"Thank you,\\\" says Donna.</p><p>\\\"Guess how old I am,\\\" challenges Ibrahim.</p><p>Donna hesitates. Ibrahim has a nice suit, and he has great skin. He smells wonderful. A handkerchief is artfully folded in his breast pocket. Hair thinning but still there. No paunch, and just the one chin. And yet underneath it all? Hmmm. Donna looks at Ibrahim's hands. Always the giveaway.</p><p>\\\"Eighty?\\\" she ventures.</p><p>She sees the wind depart Ibrahim's sails. \\\"Yes, spot-on, but I look younger. I look about seventy-four. Everyone agrees. The secret is Pilates.\\\"</p><p>\\\"And what's your story, Joyce?\\\" Donna asks the fourth member of the group, a small white-haired woman in a lavender blouse and mauve cardigan. She is sitting very happily, taking it all in. Mouth closed but eyes bright. Like a quiet bird, constantly on the lookout for something sparkling in the sunshine.</p><p>\\\"Me?\\\" says Joyce. \\\"No story at all. I was a nurse, and then a mum, and then a nurse again. Nothing to see here, I'm afraid.\\\"</p><p>Elizabeth gives a short snort. \\\"Don't be taken in by Joyce, PC De Freitas. She is the type who 'gets things done.'\\\"</p><p>\\\"I'm just organized,\\\" says Joyce. \\\"It's out of fashion. If I say I'm going to Zumba, I go to Zumba. That's just me. My daughter is the interesting one in the family. She runs a hedge fund, if you know what one is?\\\"</p><p>\\\"Not really,\\\" admits Donna.</p><p>\\\"No,\\\" agrees Joyce.</p><p>\\\"Zumba is before Pilates,\\\" says Ibrahim. \\\"I don't like to do both. It's counterintuitive to your major muscle groups.\\\"</p><p>A question has been nagging at Donna throughout lunch. \\\"So, if you don't mind me asking, I know you all live at Coopers Chase, but how did the four of you become friends?\\\"</p>\"},{\"id\":\"117199440T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>Praise for</b> <i><b>The Thursday Murder Club:<br/></b></i><br/>\\\"Witty, endearing and greatly entertaining.\\\"<br/><b><i>-Wall Street Journal<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"An amusing debut that finds gold in getting older.\\\"<br/><i><b>-People</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"If you like a good mystery but also want to laugh and go 'aw,' the Thursday Murder Club books by Richard Osman are definitely for you.\\\"<br/><b><i>-</i>Daisy Rosario, <b>NPR Pop Culture Happy Hour </b></b><br/><br/>\\\"Don't trust anyone, including the four septuagenarian sleuths in Osman's own laugh-out-loud whodunit.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Parade<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"[A] jaunty mystery. . . What's delightful is that there are no stereotypes here - the senior citizens solve the murder with wit, style and ferocious intelligence. The puzzle is intricate and involving, but there's a breeziness about it that makes it an ideal hammock read.\\\"<i> <br/><b>-</b></i><b>NPR</b><br/><br/>\\\"Funny, clever, and compelling. Mystery fans are going to be enthralled.\\\"<br/><b>-Harlan Coben, #1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of</b> <i><b>The Boy from the Woods</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"A little beacon of pleasure in the midst of the gloom. . . SUCH FUN!\\\"<br/><b>-Kate Atkinson, #1</b> <i><b>New York Times</b></i> <b>bestselling author of</b> <i><b>Big Sky<br/><br/></b></i>\\\"The mystery's good, the characters are wonderful, and [the series are] just very entertaining. . . top notch.\\\"<br/><b>-R.L. Stine, bestselling author of the Goosebumps series</b><br/><br/>\\\"Charming, funny, and ultimately, surprisingly, very moving.\\\"<br/><b>-Linwood Barclay<b>,</b> <i><b>New York Times</b></i> <b>bestselling author of <i>Find You First</i></b></b><br/><br/>\\\"I don't know how to do this brilliant book justice. Diabolically clever, very funny, highly entertaining-utterly delightful. I completely fell in love with it. I need more of <i>The Thursday Murder Club!\\\"</i><br/><b>-Shari Lapena,</b> <i><b>New York Times</b></i> <b>bestselling author of <i>The Couple Next Door<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"Loved every word. Loved the fleet, nimble plotting, as ingenious as top-shelf Agatha Christie; loved the boisterous cast of characters-think Fredrik Backman; loved the crisp, witty, Carl Hiaasen-caliber dialogue... yet above all, I love The Thursday Murder Club for its psychological texture, emotional depth, and luminous, fireside warmth. What a generous novel. Readers of Louise Penny and Kate Atkinson, rejoice.\\\"<b><i><br/><b>-</b></i><b>A. J. Finn, #1</b><i> <b><i>New York Times</i></b> </i><b>bestselling author of</b><i> <b><i>The Woman in the Window</i></b></i></b><br/><br/>\\\"It may seem oxymoronic to call a mystery thriller heartwarming, but this one-along with its follow-ups in Osman's bestselling series-surely fits the bill. While there's certainly a complex and twisty puzzle at its core, the real draw of the story comes from its hilariously quirky cast of characters, a squadron of senior citizens who take up digging into cold cases as a casual hobby at their retirement community, and all too often find themselves facing down fresher murder cases in the process.\\\"<br/><i><b>-Marie Claire</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Suspenseful, funny, and poignant. The delightful, spirited characters from this witty, sometimes bittersweet story deserve a return engagement.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Booklist</i> (starred review)</b><br/><br/>\\\"An imaginative and witty whodunit... Osman's careful attention to the realities of life in a retirement village ensures that <i>The Thursday Murder Club</i> is a compassionate, thoughtful tribute to a segment of the population that's often dismissed and ignored... Great fun.\\\" <br/><b>-</b><i><b>BookPage</b> </i><b>(starred review)</b><br/><br/>\\\"The character-driven mystery, featuring a group of sleuths all too aware of their own mortality, and a likable pair of cops, is suspenseful, funny, and poignant... The delightful, spirited characters from this witty, sometimes bittersweet story deserve a return engagement.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Library Journal</i> (starred review)</b><br/><br/>\\\"Osman mixes mirth and murder in his exceptional debut. . . witty.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Publishers Weekly </i>(starred review)</b><br/><br/>\\\"A fascinating primer in detection... A top-class cozy infused with dry wit and charming characters who draw you in and leave you wanting more, please.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Kirkus Reviews </i>(starred review)</b><br/><br/>\\\"The colorful, delightful seniors who form the Thursday Murder Club enjoy solving mysteries while also busting stereotypes about older people. . . . Osman's laugh-out-loud prose propelled this book to the top of the bestseller list . . . best for anyone who needs a laugh or a biscuit.\\\"<b> <br/><i>-Forbes</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"A rather beguiling piece of work, reading like Kingsley Amis's <i>The Old Devils</i> refracted through an Agatha Christie prism... The ageing protagonists are a winning bunch, and Osman's skills have already led to greenlighting of further outings for his sleuths.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Financial Times</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"A sparkling debut... Fiendishly clever and brilliantly funny.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Minneapolis Star Tribune</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Witty... The characters and the writing are a treat... Everyone in the central quartet, especially the two women, are more complex than they originally seem, and while the tone is predominantly light and funny, Osman finds some moments of sweet poignancy.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Seattle Times</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"With wry British humor, and a cast of intrepid retirees, Richard Osman's delightful mystery caper offers surprising depth... The wit and the plot will bring readers back for more of this series.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>The Christian Science Monitor</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Richard Osman's ability to weave the story together and then reveal all at the end is simply stunning.\\\"<b><br/>-<i>Real Simple</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"As the bodies pile up, and more is revealed of the lives and loves of Joyce, Ibrahim, Ron and Elizabeth, you can't help cheering them on--and hoping to meet them again soon.\\\"<br/><b>-</b><i><b>The Times</b> </i><b>(UK)</b><br/><br/>\\\"A witty and poignant tale.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>The Daily Telegraph</i> (UK)</b><br/><br/>\\\"One of the most enjoyable books of the year. . . well-written, hilarious, and joyously big-hearted. . . The charm of <i>The Thursday Murder Club</i> is that it's so much more than a crime novel.\\\"<br/><b>-</b><i><b>The Daily Express</b> </i><b>(UK)</b><br/><br/>\\\"Brilliant, smart, charming, and wryly funny.\\\"<br/><b>-</b><i><b>Good Housekeeping</b> </i><b>(UK)</b><br/><br/>\\\"So smart, so funny, so warm, and such a wonderful mystery. If we're lucky Richard Osman will keep these characters alive forever.\\\"<br/><b>-Caroline Kepnes, <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of <i>You</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"So smart and funny. Deplorably good.\\\"<br/><b>-Ian Rankin,</b> <i><b>New York Times</b></i> <b>bestselling author of <i>Westwind</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Grinning like a monkey having just finished <i>The Thursday Murder Club </i>by Richard Osman. Loved its clever, clever plot, great gags, Ealing comedy set ups and Elizabeth. Can't say more but I want to be her one day...\\\"<br/><b>-Fiona Barton, <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of </b><i><b>The Widow</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"A rich, textured, twisted, and fabulously funny tale of murder and mayhem.\\\"<br/><b>-Alan Bradley,</b> <i><b>New York Times</b> </i><b>bestselling author of</b> <i><b>The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"By turns hilarious and poignant, <i>The Thursday Murder Club</i> offers up a brilliant concept that's flawlessly executed and told in a unique, captivating voice. These are rare qualities in any novel, let alone a debut. I read the first page, then put all else on hold to devour this pitch-perfect book in one sitting. Bravo!\\\"<br/><b>-Jeffery Deaver, <b>#1 international bestselling author of <i>The Goodbye Man</i></b></b><br/><br/>\\\"Smart, compassionate, warm, moving and so very funny. I smiled a million times. This book will make a lot of people very, very happy.\\\"<br/><b><b>-</b>Marian Keyes, international bestselling author of <i>Grown Ups<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"A warm, wise, and witty warning never to underestimate the elderly.\\\"<br/><b><b>-</b>Val McDermid, international bestselling author of <i>How the Dead Speak</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Utterly charming and very very clever.\\\"<br/><b><b>-</b>Sarah Pinborough, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Cross Her Heart</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Funny, clever, and achingly British--what else would you expect from a book by Richard Osman?\\\"<br/><b><b>-</b>Adam Kay, internationally bestselling author of <i>This Is Going to Hurt: Secret Diaries of a Medical Resident<br/></i></b><i><br/></i>\\\"A superb debut. Thrilling, moving, laugh-out-loud funny and packed with characters you will want to see a lot more of.\\\"<br/><b><b>-</b>Mark Billingham, international bestselling author of <i>Their Little Secret</i><br/><br/></b>\\\"What a joy! Full of brilliantly observed humor, spot-on dialogue, and twists and turns aplenty. Joyce and the gang are now my favorite crime-solving team.\\\"<b><br/><b><b>-</b>Nina Stibbe, author of <i>Reasons to Be Cheerful</i></b></b>\"},{\"id\":\"90926128T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Oh, the fun you&#8217;ll have at murder club. A mystery that&#8217;s cheeky and full of surprises while at the same time a loving tribute to getting older and the relationships we all form. After reading this, you&#8217;ll want to live in Coopers Chase retirement community solving cold cases with septuagenarians.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"76036515T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>So much fun! A mystery that's cheeky and full of surprises. At the same time, a loving tribute to getting older and the relationships we all form; from best friends to spouses. After reading this, all I know is that when I grow up, I want to live in Coopers Chase retirement community solving cold cases with my fellow septuagenarians.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"88319102T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>So much fun! A mystery that's cheeky and full of surprises. At the same time, a loving tribute to getting older and the relationships we all form; from best friends to spouses. After reading this, all I know is that when I grow up, I want to live in Coopers Chase retirement community solving cold cases with my fellow septuagenarians.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"88319101T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>1. Though the book follows the four friends&mdash;Joyce, Elizabeth, Ibrahim, and Ron&mdash;solving the murder, the only first-person POV is Joyce&rsquo;s via her diary. Why do you think the author chose to show her perspective in such a way?</p><p>2. Joyce was a nurse, Elizabeth was in the secret service, Ibrahim was a psychiatrist, and Ron was a trade union leader. Who do you think was most helpful in solving the crime? What strengths did they each bring to the table? What were their weaknesses?</p><p>3. Do you think that PC Donna De Freitas and DCI Chris Hudson make a good team? Do you think Donna was smart to stay in touch with Joyce, even though it was unprofessional at times? Why or why not? What do you make of the relationship between the detectives and the septuagenarians?</p><p>4. Joyce says, &ldquo;I am very happy to be overlooked and always have been. And I do think perhaps that will be helpful in this investigation.&rdquo; Do you agree? What insights and advantages does she gain by not calling attention to herself, and staying under the radar?</p><p>5. Society often writes off the abilities of the elderly&mdash;assuming both body and mind are deteriorating. At the heart of <i>The Thursday Murder Club </i>is a lesson to never to underestimate this population. Who misjudges the residents of Cooper's Chase the most? What are the consequences of underestimating the four friends?</p><p>6. One of the reoccurring themes is the gray area between the law and each character&rsquo;s moral code. Do you think Penny&rsquo;s husband, John, did the right thing? How about Penny?</p><p>7. At any point, did you have an idea of who might have committed the murder? Who did you suspect, and why? Were you correct?</p><p>8. Joyce is always baking, and the others are always eating. The next question is simple&#58; What is the best cake?</p><p>9. If you had to solve a murder, which three people&mdash;could be friends, family, celebrities&mdash;would you choose to help you solve it?</p>\"},{\"id\":\"117199441T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>Richard Osman </b>is an author and television presenter. His novels, <i>The Thursday Murder Club</i>, <i>The Man Who Died Twice</i>, <i>The Bullet That Missed</i>, <i>The Last Devil to Die</i>, and <i>We Solve Murders </i>were number one international bestsellers as well as <i>New York Times </i>bestsellers. 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Electrifying, funny, and wholly original, Martyr! heralds the arrival of an essential new voice in contemporary fiction.“Kaveh Akbar is one of my favorite writers. Ever.” —Tommy Orange, Pulitzer Prize–nominated author of There There“The best novel you'll ever read about the joy of language, addiction, displacement, martyrdom, belonging, homesickness.” —Lauren Groff, best-selling author of Matrix and Fates and FuriesCyrus Shams is a young man grappling with an inheritance of violence and loss: his mother’s plane was shot down over the skies of the Persian Gulf in a senseless accident; and his father’s life in America was circumscribed by his work killing chickens at a factory farm in the Midwest. Cyrus is a drunk, an addict, and a poet, whose obsession with martyrs leads him to examine the mysteries of his past—toward an uncle who rode through Iranian battlefields dressed as the angel of death to inspire and comfort the dying, and toward his mother, through a painting discovered in a Brooklyn art gallery that suggests she may not have been who or what she seemed.Kaveh Akbar’s Martyr! is a paean to how we spend our lives seeking meaning—in faith, art, ourselves, others.","<b><i>NEW YORK TIMES</i> BESTSELLER • SHORTLISTED FOR THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD • ONE OF <i>THE NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW'S </i>10 BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR <b>• <b>A<b> <i>TIME</i> MUST-READ BOOK OF THE YEAR</b></b> • </b>A newly sober, orphaned son of Iranian immigrants, guided by the voices of artists, poets, and kings, embarks on a remarkable search for a family secret that leads him to a terminally ill painter living out her final days in the Brooklyn Museum. Electrifying, funny, and wholly original<i>, Martyr!</i> heralds the arrival of an essential new voice in contemporary fiction.<br><br>“Kaveh Akbar is one of my favorite writers. Ever.” —Tommy Orange, Pulitzer Prize–nominated author of <i>There There</i><br><br>“The best novel you'll ever read about the joy of language, addiction, displacement, martyrdom, belonging, homesickness.” —Lauren Groff, best-selling author of <i>Matrix</i> and <i>Fates and Furies</i></b><br><br>Cyrus Shams is a young man grappling with an inheritance of violence and loss: his mother’s plane was shot down over the skies of the Persian Gulf in a senseless accident; and his father’s life in America was circumscribed by his work killing chickens at a factory farm in the Midwest. Cyrus is a drunk, an addict, and a poet, whose obsession with martyrs leads him to examine the mysteries of his past—toward an uncle who rode through Iranian battlefields dressed as the angel of death to inspire and comfort the dying, and toward his mother, through a painting discovered in a Brooklyn art gallery that suggests she may not have been who or what she seemed.<br><br>Kaveh Akbar’s <i>Martyr!</i> is a paean to how we spend our lives seeking meaning—in faith, art, ourselves, others.",{"_675":7793,"_36":7794,"_944":5908,"_939":5727,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":7797},{"_5667":7795,"_5669":7796},{"_5643":7784},{"_5614":7771},{"_5614":894},{"_5614":5577},[7753,-5,-5,7754,7755,-5,7756,7757,7758,7759,7760,-5,7761,7762,-5,7763,7764,7765],{"_675":7782,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":7783},{"_675":7781,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":5577},{"_675":7780,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":5577},{"_675":7779,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":5636},{"_675":7777,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":7778},{"_675":7775,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":7776},{"_675":7773,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":7774},{"_675":7772,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":7770,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":7771},{"_675":7769,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":894},{"_675":7768,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":7767,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":6662},{"_675":7766,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":2789},"gid://shopify/Metafield/69249887207665","gid://shopify/Metafield/69249887240433","gid://shopify/Metafield/39731136889073","gid://shopify/Metafield/39731133874417","gid://shopify/Metafield/39731138724081","[\"BADGE - $3 OFF (p7877)\",\"B|$3 Off|#DD2A27|#701F15 (p7847)\",\"Exclude from 261 Price Override (p9910)\",\"Our Most Anticipated Books (p10162)\",\"Celebrating Pride (p8057)\",\"BADGE - 15% OFF (p7872)\",\"Retail Price fixing (p261)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/39731136594161","gid://shopify/Metafield/39731135447281","1143395637","gid://shopify/Metafield/39731137839345","Martyr/Kaveh-Akbar","gid://shopify/Metafield/66380149129457","[{\"id\":\"118633576T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"“Incandescent . . . Akbar has created an indelible protagonist, haunted, searching, utterly magnetic. But it speaks to Akbar’s storytelling gifts that <i>Martyr!</i> is both a riveting character study and piercing family saga . . .  Akbar is a dazzling writer, with bars like you wouldn't believe . . . What Akbar pulls off in <i>Martyr!</i> is nothing short of miraculous.” —<b>The New York Times Book Review</b><br/><br/>“Brilliant . . . steeped in humor and absurdity but deathly serious as well . . . The strength of <i>Martyr! </i>is that Akbar arranges its various messes well and doesn’t strive too hard to reconcile them.” <b>—<i>Los Angeles Times<br/><br/></i></b>“<i>Martyr!</i> is almost violently artful, full of sentences that stab, pierce, and slice with their beauty . . . Reading this prose can feel like watching an Olympic athlete perform household tasks: Akbar’s writing has the musculature of poetry that can’t rely on narrative propulsion and so propels itself. It’s tonally nuanced—in command of a dazzling spectrum of frequencies from comedic to tragic—rigorous, and surprising.” <b>—<i>The New Yorker</i></b><br/><br/>“Wry, blasphemous, grim, grimy and moving . . . <i>Martyr!</i> is so much its own creation that comparisons don't help. Maybe you could think of it as something of an Iranian American spin on John Kennedy Toole's comic picaresque <i>A Confederacy Of Dunces</i>, wedded to Donna Tartt's <i>The Goldfinch</i>, another meditation on a missing mother and the unpredictable power of art.” <b>—NPR</b><br/><br/>“Reading <i>Martyr! </i>is a delight. Sensual, oneiric and wonderfully strange, Akbar intuits the mind’s talent for distilling meaning from the surreal. His fiction taps his expertise in conjuring an experiential purity—through metaphor and with humor that lands.”<b> —<i>The Washington Post<br/></i> </b><br/> “An existential comedy about the difficulty of finding beauty in banality and sense in suffering . . . In writing this novel about a would-be martyr lost amid the banal clichés and tired stories Americans tell themselves in order to live, Akbar has shown that the only way to make meaning out of meaninglessness is to become the author of our own story.” —<i><b>The Atlantic</b></i><br/><br/>“Akbar's debut is full of love, fury, humor and wisdom. Protagonist Cyrus Shams-poet, recovering alcoholic, son of one of the passengers- is coming straight for your heart.”<b> —<i>People</i></b><br/> <b> </b><br/> “A deep-feeling, beautifully bruised debut novel . . . [<i>Martyr!</i>] reads like the book that Akbar has been building up to most of his life.” <b>—<i>San Francisco Chronicle</i> </b><br/><br/>“A dazzling, thrilling debut novel about identity and loss . . . <i>Martyr! </i>thrillingly depicts why we cobble selves from alloys of words and cultures.”<b> —<i>Minneapolis Star Tribune</i></b><br/><br/>“A brilliant and blisteringly alive novel about not just how we go on, but also why. Kaveh Akbar's first novel is so stunning, so wrenching, and so beautifully written that reading it for the first time, I kept forgetting to breathe. I will carry this story, and the people in it, with me for the rest of my life.\\\"<b> —John Green, author of<i> The Fault in Our Stars</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"I can’t remember the last time a book made me feel like this. <i>Martyr!</i> is simply extraordinary. The language moves across the page like a symphony, and the story vibrates with an energy that made the book impossible to put down. Kaveh Akbar has written a novel that will stay with me forever. What a story. What a voice. What a gift.” <b>—Clint Smith, author of <i>How the Word Is Passed</i></b><br/><br/>“Kaveh Akbar renders the full spectrum of life, and death, with great beauty and care.” <b>—Raven Leilani, author of <i>Luster</i></b><br/><br/>“Kaveh Akbar is a radiant soul, a poet so agile and largehearted it comes as no surprise that his first leap into fiction is elegant, dizzying, playful. <i>MARTYR!</i>  is the best novel you'll ever read about the joy of language, addiction, displacement, martyrdom, belonging, homesickness for people longed for but forever unknown, the way art as eruption of life gazes back into death, and the ecstasy that sometimes arrives—like grace—when we find ourselves teetering on the knife-edge of despair.”<b> —Lauren Groff, author of <i>Fates and Furies</i></b><br/><br/>“An absolute jewel of a novel. A diamond. I haven’t loved a book this much in years. Kaveh’s writing is so thoroughly powerful and gorgeous you can feel it from where dreams come, and in all over your brain, and straight from the bottom of your heart. This book does everything. It is so entirely funny and sad and true and beautiful. Kaveh Akbar is one of my favorite writers. Ever.”<b> </b><br/> <b>—Tommy Orange, author of <i>There There</i></b><br/><br/>“Kaveh Akbar has given birth to a hilarious marvel of a novel. Rip-roaringly funny. Wise and wise-assed. It’s about addiction and love, self-pity and rage and moving instants of profound redemption. Akbar stands among our greatest poets, but calling this novel lyrical isn’t code for lack of plot. Akbar is a black-belt storyteller, and <i>Martyr! </i>is a page-turner I couldn’t put down.\\\"<b> —Mary Karr, author of <i>The Liars' Club</i></b><br/><br/>“I disappeared into <i>Martyr</i>!—utterly consumed by it—and then it returned me to the world with wider eyes, a swollen heart, and sharpened nerve endings. This is a book that understands the strangeness and grief and ecstasy of being alive; that understands the strange envelope of a body, the proximate sublime on the bare chest of a beloved; the baffled wonderment of sobriety, the grief that spans every scale of the human project—and, more than anything, the impossible salvation of love persisting not despite but through these materials. Kaveh Akbar writes with the staggering entirety of his mind and heart, and <i>Martyr!</i> will stay in my soul for good—a fever dream, a reckoning, a heartbreak, a shattering and mending, a delight—its double-helix of dreams and conversation now part of my own DNA for good.\\\" <b>—Leslie Jamison, author of <i>The Empathy Exams</i><br/></b><br/>“Poet Akbar (<i>Pilgrim Bell</i>, 2021) is an almost deliriously adept first-time novelist, writing from different points of view and darting back and forth in time and into Cyrus’ satirical dreams and the lives of Iranian poets from Rumi to Farrokhzad. Akbar creates scenes of psychedelic opulence and mystery, emotional precision, edgy hilarity, and heart-ringing poignancy as his characters endure war, grief, addiction, and sacrifice, and find refuge in art and love. Bedazzling and profound.\\\"<b> —<i>Booklist</i> (starred review)</b><br/><br/>“Sublime . . . [Akbar’s] writing makes just enough time for beauty while never languishing . . . although a novel cannot capture what life is, its truths and inventions can powerfully gesture toward what life is like: full of both pain and pleasure, with death inevitable, and love a choice.” —<b><i>Bookpage </i>(starred review)</b><br/><b><i><br/></i></b>“<i>Martyr! </i>stands out as a work of uncommon artistic assuredness and vibrancy . . . As carried through by [Akbar’s] poetic pen and perspective, the novel is rich in humor, sharp observation, and a plea for self-love, and all bleakness balanced by a tenderness that generously insinuates itself like sun through shut blinds.” <b>—<i>Library Journal</i> (starred review)</b>\"},{\"id\":\"118633573T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"2025 National Book Award, Short-listed<br/>2025 PEN/Jean Stein Book Award, Long-listed<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"118633577T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>KAVEH AKBAR’s poems appear in <i>The New Yorker, The New York Times, The Paris Review, The Best American Poetry</i>, and elsewhere. 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With an afterword by the author and a new introduction by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers.\"A masterwork.... Wonderful.... I can't imagine American literature without it.\" -John Leonard, Los Angeles TimesSethe was born a slave and escaped to Ohio, but eighteen years later she is still not free. Sethe has too many memories of Sweet Home, the beautiful farm where so many hideous things happened. And Sethe's new home is haunted by the ghost of her baby, who died nameless and whose tombstone is engraved with a single word: Beloved.\"Dazzling. . . . Magical. . . . An extraordinary work.\" -The New York Times","<b>PULITZER PRIZE WINNER *</b> <i><b>NEW YORK TIMES</b></i><b> BESTSELLER * This \"powerful, mesmerizing story\" (<i>People) </i>is an unflinching look into the abyss of slavery, from the acclaimed Nobel Prize winner. With an afterword by the author and a new introduction by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers.<br><br>\"A masterwork.... Wonderful.... 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Full of a baby's venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children. For years each put up with the spite in his own way, but by 1873 Sethe and her daughter Denver were its only victims. The grandmother, Baby Suggs, was dead, and the sons, Howard and Buglar, had run away by the time they were thirteen years old--as soon as merely looking in a mirror shattered it (that was the signal for Buglar); as soon as two tiny band prints appeared in the cake (that was it for Howard). Neither boy waited to see more; another kettleful of chickpeas smoking in a heap on the floor; soda crackers crumbled and strewn in a line next to the doorsill. Nor did they wait for one of the relief periods: the weeks, months even, when nothing was disturbed. No. Each one fled at once--the moment the house committed what was for him the one insult not to be borne or witnessed a second time. Within two months, in the dead of winter, leaving their grandmother, Baby Suggs; Sethe, their mother; and their little sister, Denver, all by themselves in the gray and white house on Bluestone Road. It didn't have a number then, because Cincinnati didn't stretch that far. In fact, Ohio had been calling itself a state only seventy years when first one brother and then the next stuffed quilt packing into his hat, snatched up his shoes, and crept away from the lively spite the house felt for them.<br/><br/>Baby Suggs didn't even raise her head. From her sickbed she heard them go but that wasn't the reason she lay still. It was a wonder to her that her grandsons had taken so long to realize that every house wasn't like the one on Bluestone Road. Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it, let alone the fright of two creeping-off boys. Her past had been like her present--intolerable--and since she knew death was anything but forgetfulness, she used the little energy left her for pondering color.<br/><br/>\\\"Bring a little lavender in, if you got any. Pink, if you don't.\\\"<br/><br/>And Sethe would oblige her with anything from fabric to her own tongue. Winter in Ohio was especially rough if you had an appetite for color. Sky provided the only drama, and counting on a Cincinnati horizon for life's principal joy was reckless indeed. So Sethe and the girl Denver did what they could, and what the house permitted, for her. Together they waged a perfunctory battle against the outrageous behavior of that place; against turned-over slop jars, smacks on the behind, and gusts of sour air. For they understood the source of the outrage as well as they knew the source of light.<br/><br/>Baby Suggs died shortly after the brothers left, with no interest whatsoever in their leave-taking or hers, and right afterward Sethe and Denver decided to end the persecution by calling forth the ghost that tried them so. Perhaps a conversation, they thought, an exchange of views or something would help. So they held hands and said, \\\"Come on. Come on. You may as well just come on.\\\"<br/><br/>The sideboard took a step forward but nothing else did.<br/><br/>\\\"Grandma Baby must be stopping it,\\\" said Denver. She was ten and still mad at Baby Suggs for dying.<br/><br/>Sethe opened her eyes. \\\"I doubt that,\\\" she said.<br/><br/>\\\"Then why don't it come?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You forgetting how little it is,\\\" said her mother. \\\"She wasn't even two years old when she died. Too little to understand. Too little to talk much even.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Maybe she don't want to understand,\\\" said Denver.<br/><br/>\\\"Maybe. But if she'd only come, I could make it clear to her.\\\" Sethe released her daughter's hand and together they pushed the sideboard back against the wall. Outside a driver whipped his horse into the gallop local people felt necessary when they passed 124.<br/><br/>\\\"For a baby she throws a powerful spell,\\\" said Denver.<br/><br/>\\\"No more powerful than the way I loved her,\\\" Sethe answered and there it was again. The welcoming cool of unchiseled headstones; the one she selected to lean against on tiptoe, her knees wide open as any grave. Pink as a fingernail it was, and sprinkled with glittering chips. Ten minutes, he said. You got ten minutes I'll do it for free.<br/><br/>Ten minutes for seven letters. With another ten could she have gotten \\\"Dearly\\\" too? She had not thought to ask him and it bothered her still that it might have been possible--that for twenty minutes, a half hour, say, she could have had the whole thing, every word she heard the preacher say at the funeral (and all there was to say, surely) engraved on her baby's headstone: Dearly Beloved. But what she got, settled for, was the one word that mattered. She thought it would be enough, rutting among the headstones with the engraver, his young son looking on, the anger in his face so old; the appetite in it quite new. That should certainly be enough. Enough to answer one more preacher, one more abolitionist and a town full of disgust.<br/><br/>Counting on the stillness of her own soul, she had forgotten the other one: the soul of her baby girl. Who would have thought that a little old baby could harbor so much rage? Rutting among the stones under the eyes of the engraver's son was not enough. Not only did she have to live out her years in a house palsied by the baby's fury at having its throat cut, but those ten minutes she spent pressed up against dawn-colored stone studded with star chips, her knees wide open as the grave, were longer than life, more alive, more pulsating than the baby blood that soaked her fingers like oil.<br/><br/>\\\"We could move,\\\" she suggested once to her mother-in-law.<br/><br/>\\\"What'd be the point?\\\" asked Baby Suggs. \\\"Not a house in the country ain't packed to its rafters with some dead Negro's grief. We lucky this ghost is a baby. My husband's spirit was to come back in here? or yours? Don't talk to me. You lucky. You got three left. Three pulling at your skirts and just one raising hell from the other side. Be thankful, why don't you? I had eight. Every one of them gone away from me. Four taken, four chased, and all, I expect, worrying somebody's house into evil.\\\" Baby Suggs rubbed her eyebrows. \\\"My firstborn. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"That's all you let yourself remember,\\\" Sethe had told her, but she was down to one herself--one alive, that is--the boys chased off by the dead one, and her memory of Buglar was fading fast. Howard at least had a head shape nobody could forget. As for the rest, she worked hard to remember as close to nothing as was safe. Unfortunately her brain was devious. She might be hurrying across a field, running practically, to get to the pump quickly and rinse the chamomile sap from her legs. Nothing else would be in her mind. The picture of the men coming to nurse her was as lifeless as the nerves in her back where the skin buckled like a washboard. Nor was there the faintest scent of ink or the cherry gum and oak bark from which it was made. Nothing. Just the breeze cooling her face as she rushed toward water. And then sopping the chamomile away with pump water and rags, her mind fixed on getting every last bit of sap off--on her carelessness in taking a shortcut across the field just to save a half mile, and not noticing how high the weeds had grown until the itching was all the way to her knees. Then something. The plash of water, the sight of her shoes and stockings awry on the path where she had flung them; or Here Boy lapping in the puddle near her feet, and suddenly there was Sweet Home rolling, rolling, rolling out before her eyes, and although there was not a leaf on that farm that did not make her want to scream, it rolled itself out before her in shameless beauty. It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves. Boys hanging from the most beautiful sycamores in the world. It shamed her--remembering the wonderful soughing trees rather than the boys. Try as she might to make it otherwise, the sycamores beat out the children every time and she could not forgive her memory for that.<br/><br/>When the last of the chamomile was gone, she went around to the front of the house, collecting her shoes and stockings on the way. As if to punish her further for her terrible memory, sitting on the porch not forty feet away was Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men. And although she could never mistake his face for another's, she said, \\\"Is that you?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"What's left.\\\" He stood up and smiled. \\\"How you been, girl, besides barefoot?\\\"<br/><br/>When she laughed it came out loose and young. \\\"Messed up my legs back yonder. Chamomile.\\\"<br/><br/>He made a face as though tasting a teaspoon of something bitter. \\\"I don't want to even hear 'bout it. Always did hate that stuff.\\\"<br/><br/>Sethe balled up her stockings and jammed them into her pocket. \\\"Come on in.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Porch is fine, Sethe. Cool out here.\\\" He sat back down and looked at the meadow on the other side of the road, knowing the eagerness he felt would be in his eyes.<br/><br/>\\\"Eighteen years,\\\" she said softly.<br/><br/>\\\"Eighteen,\\\" he repeated. \\\"And I swear I been walking every one of em. Mind if I join you?\\\" He nodded toward her feet and began unlacing his shoes.<br/><br/>\\\"You want to soak them? Let me get you a basin of water.\\\" She moved closer to him to enter the house.<br/><br/>\\\"No, uh uh. Can't baby feet. A whole lot more tramping they got to do yet.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You can't leave right away, Paul D. You got to stay awhile.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Well, long enough to see Baby Suggs, anyway. Where is she?\\\"<br/><br/>''Dead.''<br/><br/>\\\"Aw no. When?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Eight years now. Almost nine.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.\\\"<br/><br/>Sethe shook her head. \\\"Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part. Sorry you missed her though. Is that what you came by for?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"That's some of what I came for. The rest is you. But if all the truth be known, I go anywhere these days. Anywhere they let me sit down.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You looking good.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.\\\" He looked at her and the word \\\"bad\\\" took on another meaning.<br/><br/>Sethe smiled. This is the way they were--had been. All of the Sweet Home men, before and after Halle, treated her to a mild brotherly flirtation, so subtle you had to scratch for it.<br/><br/>Except for a heap more hair and some waiting in his eyes, he looked the way he had in Kentucky. Peachstone skin; straight-backed. For a man with an immobile face it was amazing how ready it was to smile, or blaze or be sorry with you. As though all you had to do was get his attention and right away he produced the feeling you were feeling. With less than a blink, his face seemed to change--underneath it lay the activity.<br/><br/>\\\"I wouldn't have to ask about him, would I? You'd tell me if there was anything to tell, wouldn't you?\\\" Sethe looked down at her feet and saw again the sycamores.<br/><br/>\\\"I'd tell you. Sure I'd tell you. I don't know any more now than I did then.\\\" Except for the churn, he thought, and you don't need to know that. \\\"You must think he's still alive.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"No. I think he's dead. It's not being sure that keeps him alive.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"What did Baby Suggs think?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Same, but to listen to her, all her children is dead. Claimed she felt each one go the very day and hour.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"When she say Halle went?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Eighteen fifty-five. The day my baby was born.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You had that baby, did you? Never thought you'd make it.\\\" He chuckled. \\\"Running off pregnant.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Had to. Couldn't be no waiting.\\\" She lowered her head and thought, as he did, how unlikely it was that she had made it. And if it hadn't been for that girl looking for velvet, she never would have.<br/><br/>\\\"All by yourself too.\\\" He was proud of her and annoyed by her. Proud she had done it; annoyed that she had not needed Halle or him in the doing.<br/><br/>\\\"Almost by myself. Not all by myself. A whitegirl helped me.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Then she helped herself too, God bless her.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You could stay the night, Paul D.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You don't sound too steady in the offer.\\\"<br/><br/>Sethe glanced beyond his shoulder toward the closed door. \\\"Oh it's truly meant. I just hope you'll pardon my house. Come on in. Talk to Denver while I cook you something.\\\"<br/><br/>Paul D tied his shoes together, hung them over his shoulder and followed her through the door straight into a pool of red and undulating light that locked him where he stood.<br/><br/>\\\"You got company?\\\" he whispered, frowning.<br/><br/>\\\"Off and on,\\\" said Sethe.<br/><br/>\\\"Good God.\\\" He backed out the door onto the porch. \\\"What kind of evil you got in here?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"It's not evil, just sad. Come on. Just step through.\\\"<br/><br/>He looked at her then, closely. Closer than he had when she first rounded the house on wet and shining legs, holding her shoes and stockings up in one hand, her skirts in the other. Halle's girl--the one with iron eyes and backbone to match. He had never seen her hair in Kentucky. And though her face was eighteen years older than when last he saw her, it was softer now. Because of the hair. A face too still for comfort; irises the same color as her skin, which, in that still face, used to make him think of a mask with mercifully punched-out eyes. Halle's woman. Pregnant every year including the year she sat by the fire telling him she was going to run. Her three children she had already packed into a wagonload of others in a caravan of Negroes crossing the river. They were to be left with Halle's mother near Cincinnati. Even in that tiny shack, leaning so close to the fire you could smell the heat in her dress, her eyes did not pick up a flicker of light. They were like two wells into which he had trouble gazing. Even punched out they needed to be covered, lidded, marked with some sign to warn folks of what that emptiness held. So he looked instead at the fire while she told him, because her husband was not there for the telling. Mr. Garner was dead and his wife had a lump in her neck the size of a sweet potato and unable to speak to anyone. She leaned as close to the fire as her pregnant belly allowed and told him, Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men.\"},{\"id\":\"71277970T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"I<br><br><br><br>124 WAS SPITEFUL. Full of a baby's venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children. For years each put up with the spite in his own way, but by 1873 Sethe and her daughter Denver were its only victims. The grandmother, Baby Suggs, was dead, and the sons, Howard and Buglar, had run away by the time they were thirteen years old&#151;as soon as merely looking in a mirror shattered it (that was the signal for Buglar); as soon as two tiny band prints appeared in the cake (that was it for Howard). Neither boy waited to see more; another kettleful of chickpeas smoking in a heap on the floor; soda crackers crumbled and strewn in a line next to the doorsill. Nor did they wait for one of the relief periods&#58; the weeks, months even, when nothing was disturbed. No. Each one fled at once&#151;the moment the house committed what was for him the one insult not to be borne or witnessed a second time. Within two months, in the dead of winter, leaving their grandmother, Baby Suggs; Sethe, their mother; and their little sister, Denver, all by themselves in the gray and white house on Bluestone Road. It didn't have a number then, because Cincinnati didn't stretch that far. In fact, Ohio had been calling itself a state only seventy years when first one brother and then the next stuffed quilt packing into his hat, snatched up his shoes, and crept away from the lively spite the house felt for them.<br><br>Baby Suggs didn't even raise her head. From her sickbed she heard them go but that wasn't the reason she lay still. It was a wonder to her that her grandsons had taken so long to realize that every house wasn't like the one on Bluestone Road. Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it, let alone the fright of two creeping-off boys. Her past had been like her present&#151;intolerable&#151;and since she knew death was anything but forgetfulness, she used the little energy left her for pondering color.<br><br>&quot;Bring a little lavender in, if you got any. Pink, if you don't.&quot;<br><br>And Sethe would oblige her with anything from fabric to her own tongue. Winter in Ohio was especially rough if you had an appetite for color. Sky provided the only drama, and counting on a Cincinnati horizon for life's principal joy was reckless indeed. So Sethe and the girl Denver did what they could, and what the house permitted, for her. Together they waged a perfunctory battle against the outrageous behavior of that place; against turned-over slop jars, smacks on the behind, and gusts of sour air. For they understood the source of the outrage as well as they knew the source of light.<br><br>Baby Suggs died shortly after the brothers left, with no interest whatsoever in their leave-taking or hers, and right afterward Sethe and Denver decided to end the persecution by calling forth the ghost that tried them so. Perhaps a conversation, they thought, an exchange of views or something would help. So they held hands and said, &quot;Come on. Come on. You may as well just come on.&quot;<br><br>The sideboard took a step forward but nothing else did.<br><br>&quot;Grandma Baby must be stopping it,&quot; said Denver. She was ten and still mad at Baby Suggs for dying.<br><br>Sethe opened her eyes. &quot;I doubt that,&quot; she said.<br><br>&quot;Then why don't it come?&quot;<br><br>&quot;You forgetting how little it is,&quot; said her mother. &quot;She wasn't even two years old when she died. Too little to understand. Too little to talk much even.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Maybe she don't want to understand,&quot; said Denver.<br><br>&quot;Maybe. But if she'd only come, I could make it clear to her.&quot; Sethe released her daughter's hand and together they pushed the sideboard back against the wall. Outside a driver whipped his horse into the gallop local people felt necessary when they passed 124.<br><br>&quot;For a baby she throws a powerful spell,&quot; said Denver.<br><br>&quot;No more powerful than the way I loved her,&quot; Sethe answered and there it was again. The welcoming cool of unchiseled headstones; the one she selected to lean against on tiptoe, her knees wide open as any grave. Pink as a fingernail it was, and sprinkled with glittering chips. Ten minutes, he said. You got ten minutes I'll do it for free.<br><br>Ten minutes for seven letters. With another ten could she have gotten &quot;Dearly&quot; too? She had not thought to ask him and it bothered her still that it might have been possible&#151;that for twenty minutes, a half hour, say, she could have had the whole thing, every word she heard the preacher say at the funeral (and all there was to say, surely) engraved on her baby's headstone&#58; Dearly Beloved. But what she got, settled for, was the one word that mattered. She thought it would be enough, rutting among the headstones with the engraver, his young son looking on, the anger in his face so old; the appetite in it quite new. That should certainly be enough. Enough to answer one more preacher, one more abolitionist and a town full of disgust.<br><br>Counting on the stillness of her own soul, she had forgotten the other one&#58; the soul of her baby girl. Who would have thought that a little old baby could harbor so much rage? Rutting among the stones under the eyes of the engraver's son was not enough. Not only did she have to live out her years in a house palsied by the baby's fury at having its throat cut, but those ten minutes she spent pressed up against dawn-colored stone studded with star chips, her knees wide open as the grave, were longer than life, more alive, more pulsating than the baby blood that soaked her fingers like oil.<br><br>&quot;We could move,&quot; she suggested once to her mother-in-law.<br><br>&quot;What'd be the point?&quot; asked Baby Suggs. &quot;Not a house in the country ain't packed to its rafters with some dead Negro's grief. We lucky this ghost is a baby. My husband's spirit was to come back in here&#63; or yours? Don't talk to me. You lucky. You got three left. Three pulling at your skirts and just one raising hell from the other side. Be thankful, why don't you? I had eight. Every one of them gone away from me. Four taken, four chased, and all, I expect, worrying somebody's house into evil.&quot; Baby Suggs rubbed her eyebrows. &quot;My firstborn. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.&quot;<br><br>&quot;That's all you let yourself remember,&quot; Sethe had told her, but she was down to one herself&#151;one alive, that is&#151;the boys chased off by the dead one, and her memory of Buglar was fading fast. Howard at least had a head shape nobody could forget. As for the rest, she worked hard to remember as close to nothing as was safe. Unfortunately her brain was devious. She might be hurrying across a field, running practically, to get to the pump quickly and rinse the chamomile sap from her legs. Nothing else would be in her mind. The picture of the men coming to nurse her was as lifeless as the nerves in her back where the skin buckled like a washboard. Nor was there the faintest scent of ink or the cherry gum and oak bark from which it was made. Nothing. Just the breeze cooling her face as she rushed toward water. And then sopping the chamomile away with pump water and rags, her mind fixed on getting every last bit of sap off&#151;on her carelessness in taking a shortcut across the field just to save a half mile, and not noticing how high the weeds had grown until the itching was all the way to her knees. Then something. The plash of water, the sight of her shoes and stockings awry on the path where she had flung them; or Here Boy lapping in the puddle near her feet, and suddenly there was Sweet Home rolling, rolling, rolling out before her eyes, and although there was not a leaf on that farm that did not make her want to scream, it rolled itself out before her in shameless beauty. It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves. Boys hanging from the most beautiful sycamores in the world. It shamed her&#151;remembering the wonderful soughing trees rather than the boys. Try as she might to make it otherwise, the sycamores beat out the children every time and she could not forgive her memory for that.<br><br>When the last of the chamomile was gone, she went around to the front of the house, collecting her shoes and stockings on the way. As if to punish her further for her terrible memory, sitting on the porch not forty feet away was Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men. And although she could never mistake his face for another's, she said, &quot;Is that you?&quot;<br><br>&quot;What's left.&quot; He stood up and smiled. &quot;How you been, girl, besides barefoot?&quot;<br><br>When she laughed it came out loose and young. &quot;Messed up my legs back yonder. Chamomile.&quot;<br><br>He made a face as though tasting a teaspoon of something bitter. &quot;I don't want to even hear 'bout it. Always did hate that stuff.&quot;<br><br>Sethe balled up her stockings and jammed them into her pocket. &quot;Come on in.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Porch is fine, Sethe. Cool out here.&quot; He sat back down and looked at the meadow on the other side of the road, knowing the eagerness he felt would be in his eyes.<br><br>&quot;Eighteen years,&quot; she said softly.<br><br>&quot;Eighteen,&quot; he repeated. &quot;And I swear I been walking every one of em. Mind if I join you?&quot; He nodded toward her feet and began unlacing his shoes.<br><br>&quot;You want to soak them? Let me get you a basin of water.&quot; She moved closer to him to enter the house.<br><br>&quot;No, uh uh. Can't baby feet. A whole lot more tramping they got to do yet.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You can't leave right away, Paul D. You got to stay awhile.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Well, long enough to see Baby Suggs, anyway. Where is she?&quot;<br><br>''Dead.''<br><br>&quot;Aw no. When?&quot;<br><br>&quot;Eight years now. Almost nine.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.&quot;<br><br>Sethe shook her head. &quot;Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part. Sorry you missed her though. Is that what you came by for?&quot;<br><br>&quot;That's some of what I came for. The rest is you. But if all the truth be known, I go anywhere these days. Anywhere they let me sit down.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You looking good.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.&quot; He looked at her and the word &quot;bad&quot; took on another meaning.<br><br>Sethe smiled. This is the way they were&#151;had been. All of the Sweet Home men, before and after Halle, treated her to a mild brotherly flirtation, so subtle you had to scratch for it.<br><br>Except for a heap more hair and some waiting in his eyes, he looked the way he had in Kentucky. Peachstone skin; straight-backed. For a man with an immobile face it was amazing how ready it was to smile, or blaze or be sorry with you. As though all you had to do was get his attention and right away he produced the feeling you were feeling. With less than a blink, his face seemed to change&#151;underneath it lay the activity.<br><br>&quot;I wouldn't have to ask about him, would I? You'd tell me if there was anything to tell, wouldn't you?&quot; Sethe looked down at her feet and saw again the sycamores.<br><br>&quot;I'd tell you. Sure I'd tell you. I don't know any more now than I did then.&quot; Except for the churn, he thought, and you don't need to know that. &quot;You must think he's still alive.&quot;<br><br>&quot;No. I think he's dead. It's not being sure that keeps him alive.&quot;<br><br>&quot;What did Baby Suggs think?&quot;<br><br>&quot;Same, but to listen to her, all her children is dead. Claimed she felt each one go the very day and hour.&quot;<br><br>&quot;When she say Halle went?&quot;<br><br>&quot;Eighteen fifty-five. The day my baby was born.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You had that baby, did you? Never thought you'd make it.&quot; He chuckled. &quot;Running off pregnant.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Had to. Couldn't be no waiting.&quot; She lowered her head and thought, as he did, how unlikely it was that she had made it. And if it hadn't been for that girl looking for velvet, she never would have.<br><br>&quot;All by yourself too.&quot; He was proud of her and annoyed by her. Proud she had done it; annoyed that she had not needed Halle or him in the doing.<br><br>&quot;Almost by myself. Not all by myself. A whitegirl helped me.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Then she helped herself too, God bless her.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You could stay the night, Paul D.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You don't sound too steady in the offer.&quot;<br><br>Sethe glanced beyond his shoulder toward the closed door. &quot;Oh it's truly meant. I just hope you'll pardon my house. Come on in. Talk to Denver while I cook you something.&quot;<br><br>Paul D tied his shoes together, hung them over his shoulder and followed her through the door straight into a pool of red and undulating light that locked him where he stood.<br><br>&quot;You got company?&quot; he whispered, frowning.<br><br>&quot;Off and on,&quot; said Sethe.<br><br>&quot;Good God.&quot; He backed out the door onto the porch. &quot;What kind of evil you got in here?&quot;<br><br>&quot;It's not evil, just sad. Come on. Just step through.&quot;<br><br>He looked at her then, closely. Closer than he had when she first rounded the house on wet and shining legs, holding her shoes and stockings up in one hand, her skirts in the other. Halle's girl&#151;the one with iron eyes and backbone to match. He had never seen her hair in Kentucky. And though her face was eighteen years older than when last he saw her, it was softer now. Because of the hair. A face too still for comfort; irises the same color as her skin, which, in that still face, used to make him think of a mask with mercifully punched-out eyes. Halle's woman. Pregnant every year including the year she sat by the fire telling him she was going to run. Her three children she had already packed into a wagonload of others in a caravan of Negroes crossing the river. They were to be left with Halle's mother near Cincinnati. Even in that tiny shack, leaning so close to the fire you could smell the heat in her dress, her eyes did not pick up a flicker of light. They were like two wells into which he had trouble gazing. Even punched out they needed to be covered, lidded, marked with some sign to warn folks of what that emptiness held. So he looked instead at the fire while she told him, because her husband was not there for the telling. Mr. Garner was dead and his wife had a lump in her neck the size of a sweet potato and unable to speak to anyone. She leaned as close to the fire as her pregnant belly allowed and told him, Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men.\"},{\"id\":\"71277967T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"I<br><br><br><br>124 WAS SPITEFUL. Full of a baby's venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children. For years each put up with the spite in his own way, but by 1873 Sethe and her daughter Denver were its only victims. The grandmother, Baby Suggs, was dead, and the sons, Howard and Buglar, had run away by the time they were thirteen years old--as soon as merely looking in a mirror shattered it (that was the signal for Buglar); as soon as two tiny band prints appeared in the cake (that was it for Howard). Neither boy waited to see more; another kettleful of chickpeas smoking in a heap on the floor; soda crackers crumbled and strewn in a line next to the doorsill. Nor did they wait for one of the relief periods&#58; the weeks, months even, when nothing was disturbed. No. Each one fled at once--the moment the house committed what was for him the one insult not to be borne or witnessed a second time. Within two months, in the dead of winter, leaving their grandmother, Baby Suggs; Sethe, their mother; and their little sister, Denver, all by themselves in the gray and white house on Bluestone Road. It didn't have a number then, because Cincinnati didn't stretch that far. In fact, Ohio had been calling itself a state only seventy years when first one brother and then the next stuffed quilt packing into his hat, snatched up his shoes, and crept away from the lively spite the house felt for them.<br><br>Baby Suggs didn't even raise her head. From her sickbed she heard them go but that wasn't the reason she lay still. It was a wonder to her that her grandsons had taken so long to realize that every house wasn't like the one on Bluestone Road. Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it, let alone the fright of two creeping-off boys. Her past had been like her present--intolerable--and since she knew death was anything but forgetfulness, she used the little energy left her for pondering color.<br><br>&quot;Bring a little lavender in, if you got any. Pink, if you don't.&quot;<br><br>And Sethe would oblige her with anything from fabric to her own tongue. Winter in Ohio was especially rough if you had an appetite for color. Sky provided the only drama, and counting on a Cincinnati horizon for life's principal joy was reckless indeed. So Sethe and the girl Denver did what they could, and what the house permitted, for her. Together they waged a perfunctory battle against the outrageous behavior of that place; against turned-over slop jars, smacks on the behind, and gusts of sour air. For they understood the source of the outrage as well as they knew the source of light.<br><br>Baby Suggs died shortly after the brothers left, with no interest whatsoever in their leave-taking or hers, and right afterward Sethe and Denver decided to end the persecution by calling forth the ghost that tried them so. Perhaps a conversation, they thought, an exchange of views or something would help. So they held hands and said, &quot;Come on. Come on. You may as well just come on.&quot;<br><br>The sideboard took a step forward but nothing else did.<br><br>&quot;Grandma Baby must be stopping it,&quot; said Denver. She was ten and still mad at Baby Suggs for dying.<br><br>Sethe opened her eyes. &quot;I doubt that,&quot; she said.<br><br>&quot;Then why don't it come?&quot;<br><br>&quot;You forgetting how little it is,&quot; said her mother. &quot;She wasn't even two years old when she died. Too little to understand. Too little to talk much even.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Maybe she don't want to understand,&quot; said Denver.<br><br>&quot;Maybe. But if she'd only come, I could make it clear to her.&quot; Sethe released her daughter's hand and together they pushed the sideboard back against the wall. Outside a driver whipped his horse into the gallop local people felt necessary when they passed 124.<br><br>&quot;For a baby she throws a powerful spell,&quot; said Denver.<br><br>&quot;No more powerful than the way I loved her,&quot; Sethe answered and there it was again. The welcoming cool of unchiseled headstones; the one she selected to lean against on tiptoe, her knees wide open as any grave. Pink as a fingernail it was, and sprinkled with glittering chips. Ten minutes, he said. You got ten minutes I'll do it for free.<br><br>Ten minutes for seven letters. With another ten could she have gotten &quot;Dearly&quot; too? She had not thought to ask him and it bothered her still that it might have been possible--that for twenty minutes, a half hour, say, she could have had the whole thing, every word she heard the preacher say at the funeral (and all there was to say, surely) engraved on her baby's headstone&#58; Dearly Beloved. But what she got, settled for, was the one word that mattered. She thought it would be enough, rutting among the headstones with the engraver, his young son looking on, the anger in his face so old; the appetite in it quite new. That should certainly be enough. Enough to answer one more preacher, one more abolitionist and a town full of disgust.<br><br>Counting on the stillness of her own soul, she had forgotten the other one&#58; the soul of her baby girl. Who would have thought that a little old baby could harbor so much rage? Rutting among the stones under the eyes of the engraver's son was not enough. Not only did she have to live out her years in a house palsied by the baby's fury at having its throat cut, but those ten minutes she spent pressed up against dawn-colored stone studded with star chips, her knees wide open as the grave, were longer than life, more alive, more pulsating than the baby blood that soaked her fingers like oil.<br><br>&quot;We could move,&quot; she suggested once to her mother-in-law.<br><br>&quot;What'd be the point?&quot; asked Baby Suggs. &quot;Not a house in the country ain't packed to its rafters with some dead Negro's grief. We lucky this ghost is a baby. My husband's spirit was to come back in here? or yours? Don't talk to me. You lucky. You got three left. Three pulling at your skirts and just one raising hell from the other side. Be thankful, why don't you? I had eight. Every one of them gone away from me. Four taken, four chased, and all, I expect, worrying somebody's house into evil.&quot; Baby Suggs rubbed her eyebrows. &quot;My firstborn. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.&quot;<br><br>&quot;That's all you let yourself remember,&quot; Sethe had told her, but she was down to one herself--one alive, that is--the boys chased off by the dead one, and her memory of Buglar was fading fast. Howard at least had a head shape nobody could forget. As for the rest, she worked hard to remember as close to nothing as was safe. Unfortunately her brain was devious. She might be hurrying across a field, running practically, to get to the pump quickly and rinse the chamomile sap from her legs. Nothing else would be in her mind. The picture of the men coming to nurse her was as lifeless as the nerves in her back where the skin buckled like a washboard. Nor was there the faintest scent of ink or the cherry gum and oak bark from which it was made. Nothing. Just the breeze cooling her face as she rushed toward water. And then sopping the chamomile away with pump water and rags, her mind fixed on getting every last bit of sap off--on her carelessness in taking a shortcut across the field just to save a half mile, and not noticing how high the weeds had grown until the itching was all the way to her knees. Then something. The plash of water, the sight of her shoes and stockings awry on the path where she had flung them; or Here Boy lapping in the puddle near her feet, and suddenly there was Sweet Home rolling, rolling, rolling out before her eyes, and although there was not a leaf on that farm that did not make her want to scream, it rolled itself out before her in shameless beauty. It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves. Boys hanging from the most beautiful sycamores in the world. It shamed her--remembering the wonderful soughing trees rather than the boys. Try as she might to make it otherwise, the sycamores beat out the children every time and she could not forgive her memory for that.<br><br>When the last of the chamomile was gone, she went around to the front of the house, collecting her shoes and stockings on the way. As if to punish her further for her terrible memory, sitting on the porch not forty feet away was Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men. And although she could never mistake his face for another's, she said, &quot;Is that you?&quot;<br><br>&quot;What's left.&quot; He stood up and smiled. &quot;How you been, girl, besides barefoot?&quot;<br><br>When she laughed it came out loose and young. &quot;Messed up my legs back yonder. Chamomile.&quot;<br><br>He made a face as though tasting a teaspoon of something bitter. &quot;I don't want to even hear 'bout it. Always did hate that stuff.&quot;<br><br>Sethe balled up her stockings and jammed them into her pocket. &quot;Come on in.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Porch is fine, Sethe. Cool out here.&quot; He sat back down and looked at the meadow on the other side of the road, knowing the eagerness he felt would be in his eyes.<br><br>&quot;Eighteen years,&quot; she said softly.<br><br>&quot;Eighteen,&quot; he repeated. &quot;And I swear I been walking every one of em. Mind if I join you?&quot; He nodded toward her feet and began unlacing his shoes.<br><br>&quot;You want to soak them? Let me get you a basin of water.&quot; She moved closer to him to enter the house.<br><br>&quot;No, uh uh. Can't baby feet. A whole lot more tramping they got to do yet.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You can't leave right away, Paul D. You got to stay awhile.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Well, long enough to see Baby Suggs, anyway. Where is she?&quot;<br><br>''Dead.''<br><br>&quot;Aw no. When?&quot;<br><br>&quot;Eight years now. Almost nine.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.&quot;<br><br>Sethe shook her head. &quot;Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part. Sorry you missed her though. Is that what you came by for?&quot;<br><br>&quot;That's some of what I came for. The rest is you. But if all the truth be known, I go anywhere these days. Anywhere they let me sit down.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You looking good.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.&quot; He looked at her and the word &quot;bad&quot; took on another meaning.<br><br>Sethe smiled. This is the way they were--had been. All of the Sweet Home men, before and after Halle, treated her to a mild brotherly flirtation, so subtle you had to scratch for it.<br><br>Except for a heap more hair and some waiting in his eyes, he looked the way he had in Kentucky. Peachstone skin; straight-backed. For a man with an immobile face it was amazing how ready it was to smile, or blaze or be sorry with you. As though all you had to do was get his attention and right away he produced the feeling you were feeling. With less than a blink, his face seemed to change--underneath it lay the activity.<br><br>&quot;I wouldn't have to ask about him, would I? You'd tell me if there was anything to tell, wouldn't you?&quot; Sethe looked down at her feet and saw again the sycamores.<br><br>&quot;I'd tell you. Sure I'd tell you. I don't know any more now than I did then.&quot; Except for the churn, he thought, and you don't need to know that. &quot;You must think he's still alive.&quot;<br><br>&quot;No. I think he's dead. It's not being sure that keeps him alive.&quot;<br><br>&quot;What did Baby Suggs think?&quot;<br><br>&quot;Same, but to listen to her, all her children is dead. Claimed she felt each one go the very day and hour.&quot;<br><br>&quot;When she say Halle went?&quot;<br><br>&quot;Eighteen fifty-five. The day my baby was born.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You had that baby, did you? Never thought you'd make it.&quot; He chuckled. &quot;Running off pregnant.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Had to. Couldn't be no waiting.&quot; She lowered her head and thought, as he did, how unlikely it was that she had made it. And if it hadn't been for that girl looking for velvet, she never would have.<br><br>&quot;All by yourself too.&quot; He was proud of her and annoyed by her. Proud she had done it; annoyed that she had not needed Halle or him in the doing.<br><br>&quot;Almost by myself. Not all by myself. A whitegirl helped me.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Then she helped herself too, God bless her.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You could stay the night, Paul D.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You don't sound too steady in the offer.&quot;<br><br>Sethe glanced beyond his shoulder toward the closed door. &quot;Oh it's truly meant. I just hope you'll pardon my house. Come on in. Talk to Denver while I cook you something.&quot;<br><br>Paul D tied his shoes together, hung them over his shoulder and followed her through the door straight into a pool of red and undulating light that locked him where he stood.<br><br>&quot;You got company?&quot; he whispered, frowning.<br><br>&quot;Off and on,&quot; said Sethe.<br><br>&quot;Good God.&quot; He backed out the door onto the porch. &quot;What kind of evil you got in here?&quot;<br><br>&quot;It's not evil, just sad. Come on. Just step through.&quot;<br><br>He looked at her then, closely. Closer than he had when she first rounded the house on wet and shining legs, holding her shoes and stockings up in one hand, her skirts in the other. Halle's girl--the one with iron eyes and backbone to match. He had never seen her hair in Kentucky. And though her face was eighteen years older than when last he saw her, it was softer now. Because of the hair. A face too still for comfort; irises the same color as her skin, which, in that still face, used to make him think of a mask with mercifully punched-out eyes. Halle's woman. Pregnant every year including the year she sat by the fire telling him she was going to run. Her three children she had already packed into a wagonload of others in a caravan of Negroes crossing the river. They were to be left with Halle's mother near Cincinnati. Even in that tiny shack, leaning so close to the fire you could smell the heat in her dress, her eyes did not pick up a flicker of light. They were like two wells into which he had trouble gazing. Even punched out they needed to be covered, lidded, marked with some sign to warn folks of what that emptiness held. So he looked instead at the fire while she told him, because her husband was not there for the telling. Mr. Garner was dead and his wife had a lump in her neck the size of a sweet potato and unable to speak to anyone. She leaned as close to the fire as her pregnant belly allowed and told him, Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men.\"},{\"id\":\"69052043T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<P>I<br><br><br><br>124 WAS SPITEFUL. Full of a baby's venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children. For years each put up with the spite in his own way, but by 1873 Sethe and her daughter Denver were its only victims. The grandmother, Baby Suggs, was dead, and the sons, Howard and Buglar, had run away by the time they were thirteen years old&#151;as soon as merely looking in a mirror shattered it (that was the signal for Buglar); as soon as two tiny band prints appeared in the cake (that was it for Howard). Neither boy waited to see more; another kettleful of chickpeas smoking in a heap on the floor; soda crackers crumbled and strewn in a line next to the doorsill. Nor did they wait for one of the relief periods&#58; the weeks, months even, when nothing was disturbed. No. Each one fled at once&#151;the moment the house committed what was for him the one insult not to be borne or witnessed a second time. Within two months, in the dead of winter, leaving their grandmother, Baby Suggs; Sethe, their mother; and their little sister, Denver, all by themselves in the gray and white house on Bluestone Road. It didn't have a number then, because Cincinnati didn't stretch that far. In fact, Ohio had been calling itself a state only seventy years when first one brother and then the next stuffed quilt packing into his hat, snatched up his shoes, and crept away from the lively spite the house felt for them.<br><br>Baby Suggs didn't even raise her head. From her sickbed she heard them go but that wasn't the reason she lay still. It was a wonder to her that her grandsons had taken so long to realize that every house wasn't like the one on Bluestone Road. Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it, let alone the fright of two creeping-off boys. Her past had been like her present&#151;intolerable&#151;and since she knew death was anything but forgetfulness, she used the little energy left her for pondering color.<br><br>&quot;Bring a little lavender in, if you got any. Pink, if you don't.&quot;<br><br>And Sethe would oblige her with anything from fabric to her own tongue. Winter in Ohio was especially rough if you had an appetite for color. Sky provided the only drama, and counting on a Cincinnati horizon for life's principal joy was reckless indeed. So Sethe and the girl Denver did what they could, and what the house permitted, for her. Together they waged a perfunctory battle against the outrageous behavior of that place; against turned-over slop jars, smacks on the behind, and gusts of sour air. For they understood the source of the outrage as well as they knew the source of light.<br><br>Baby Suggs died shortly after the brothers left, with no interest whatsoever in their leave-taking or hers, and right afterward Sethe and Denver decided to end the persecution by calling forth the ghost that tried them so. Perhaps a conversation, they thought, an exchange of views or something would help. So they held hands and said, &quot;Come on. Come on. You may as well just come on.&quot;<br><br>The sideboard took a step forward but nothing else did.<br><br>&quot;Grandma Baby must be stopping it,&quot; said Denver. She was ten and still mad at Baby Suggs for dying.<br><br>Sethe opened her eyes. &quot;I doubt that,&quot; she said.<br><br>&quot;Then why don't it come?&quot;<br><br>&quot;You forgetting how little it is,&quot; said her mother. &quot;She wasn't even two years old when she died. Too little to understand. Too little to talk much even.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Maybe she don't want to understand,&quot; said Denver.<br><br>&quot;Maybe. But if she'd only come, I could make it clear to her.&quot; Sethe released her daughter's hand and together they pushed the sideboard back against the wall. Outside a driver whipped his horse into the gallop local people felt necessary when they passed 124.<br><br>&quot;For a baby she throws a powerful spell,&quot; said Denver.<br><br>&quot;No more powerful than the way I loved her,&quot; Sethe answered and there it was again. The welcoming cool of unchiseled headstones; the one she selected to lean against on tiptoe, her knees wide open as any grave. Pink as a fingernail it was, and sprinkled with glittering chips. Ten minutes, he said. You got ten minutes I'll do it for free.<br><br>Ten minutes for seven letters. With another ten could she have gotten &quot;Dearly&quot; too? She had not thought to ask him and it bothered her still that it might have been possible&#151;that for twenty minutes, a half hour, say, she could have had the whole thing, every word she heard the preacher say at the funeral (and all there was to say, surely) engraved on her baby's headstone&#58; Dearly Beloved. But what she got, settled for, was the one word that mattered. She thought it would be enough, rutting among the headstones with the engraver, his young son looking on, the anger in his face so old; the appetite in it quite new. That should certainly be enough. Enough to answer one more preacher, one more abolitionist and a town full of disgust.<br><br>Counting on the stillness of her own soul, she had forgotten the other one&#58; the soul of her baby girl. Who would have thought that a little old baby could harbor so much rage? Rutting among the stones under the eyes of the engraver's son was not enough. Not only did she have to live out her years in a house palsied by the baby's fury at having its throat cut, but those ten minutes she spent pressed up against dawn-colored stone studded with star chips, her knees wide open as the grave, were longer than life, more alive, more pulsating than the baby blood that soaked her fingers like oil.<br><br>&quot;We could move,&quot; she suggested once to her mother-in-law.<br><br>&quot;What'd be the point?&quot; asked Baby Suggs. &quot;Not a house in the country ain't packed to its rafters with some dead Negro's grief. We lucky this ghost is a baby. My husband's spirit was to come back in here&#63; or yours? Don't talk to me. You lucky. You got three left. Three pulling at your skirts and just one raising hell from the other side. Be thankful, why don't you? I had eight. Every one of them gone away from me. Four taken, four chased, and all, I expect, worrying somebody's house into evil.&quot; Baby Suggs rubbed her eyebrows. &quot;My firstborn. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.&quot;<br><br>&quot;That's all you let yourself remember,&quot; Sethe had told her, but she was down to one herself&#151;one alive, that is&#151;the boys chased off by the dead one, and her memory of Buglar was fading fast. Howard at least had a head shape nobody could forget. As for the rest, she worked hard to remember as close to nothing as was safe. Unfortunately her brain was devious. She might be hurrying across a field, running practically, to get to the pump quickly and rinse the chamomile sap from her legs. Nothing else would be in her mind. The picture of the men coming to nurse her was as lifeless as the nerves in her back where the skin buckled like a washboard. Nor was there the faintest scent of ink or the cherry gum and oak bark from which it was made. Nothing. Just the breeze cooling her face as she rushed toward water. And then sopping the chamomile away with pump water and rags, her mind fixed on getting every last bit of sap off&#151;on her carelessness in taking a shortcut across the field just to save a half mile, and not noticing how high the weeds had grown until the itching was all the way to her knees. Then something. The plash of water, the sight of her shoes and stockings awry on the path where she had flung them; or Here Boy lapping in the puddle near her feet, and suddenly there was Sweet Home rolling, rolling, rolling out before her eyes, and although there was not a leaf on that farm that did not make her want to scream, it rolled itself out before her in shameless beauty. It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves. Boys hanging from the most beautiful sycamores in the world. It shamed her&#151;remembering the wonderful soughing trees rather than the boys. Try as she might to make it otherwise, the sycamores beat out the children every time and she could not forgive her memory for that.<br><br>When the last of the chamomile was gone, she went around to the front of the house, collecting her shoes and stockings on the way. As if to punish her further for her terrible memory, sitting on the porch not forty feet away was Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men. And although she could never mistake his face for another's, she said, &quot;Is that you?&quot;<br><br>&quot;What's left.&quot; He stood up and smiled. &quot;How you been, girl, besides barefoot?&quot;<br><br>When she laughed it came out loose and young. &quot;Messed up my legs back yonder. Chamomile.&quot;<br><br>He made a face as though tasting a teaspoon of something bitter. &quot;I don't want to even hear 'bout it. Always did hate that stuff.&quot;<br><br>Sethe balled up her stockings and jammed them into her pocket. &quot;Come on in.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Porch is fine, Sethe. Cool out here.&quot; He sat back down and looked at the meadow on the other side of the road, knowing the eagerness he felt would be in his eyes.<br><br>&quot;Eighteen years,&quot; she said softly.<br><br>&quot;Eighteen,&quot; he repeated. &quot;And I swear I been walking every one of em. Mind if I join you?&quot; He nodded toward her feet and began unlacing his shoes.<br><br>&quot;You want to soak them? Let me get you a basin of water.&quot; She moved closer to him to enter the house.<br><br>&quot;No, uh uh. Can't baby feet. A whole lot more tramping they got to do yet.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You can't leave right away, Paul D. You got to stay awhile.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Well, long enough to see Baby Suggs, anyway. Where is she?&quot;<br><br>''Dead.''<br><br>&quot;Aw no. When?&quot;<br><br>&quot;Eight years now. Almost nine.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.&quot;<br><br>Sethe shook her head. &quot;Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part. Sorry you missed her though. Is that what you came by for?&quot;<br><br>&quot;That's some of what I came for. The rest is you. But if all the truth be known, I go anywhere these days. Anywhere they let me sit down.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You looking good.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.&quot; He looked at her and the word &quot;bad&quot; took on another meaning.<br><br>Sethe smiled. This is the way they were&#151;had been. All of the Sweet Home men, before and after Halle, treated her to a mild brotherly flirtation, so subtle you had to scratch for it.<br><br>Except for a heap more hair and some waiting in his eyes, he looked the way he had in Kentucky. Peachstone skin; straight-backed. For a man with an immobile face it was amazing how ready it was to smile, or blaze or be sorry with you. As though all you had to do was get his attention and right away he produced the feeling you were feeling. With less than a blink, his face seemed to change&#151;underneath it lay the activity.<br><br>&quot;I wouldn't have to ask about him, would I? You'd tell me if there was anything to tell, wouldn't you?&quot; Sethe looked down at her feet and saw again the sycamores.<br><br>&quot;I'd tell you. Sure I'd tell you. I don't know any more now than I did then.&quot; Except for the churn, he thought, and you don't need to know that. &quot;You must think he's still alive.&quot;<br><br>&quot;No. I think he's dead. It's not being sure that keeps him alive.&quot;<br><br>&quot;What did Baby Suggs think?&quot;<br><br>&quot;Same, but to listen to her, all her children is dead. Claimed she felt each one go the very day and hour.&quot;<br><br>&quot;When she say Halle went?&quot;<br><br>&quot;Eighteen fifty-five. The day my baby was born.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You had that baby, did you? Never thought you'd make it.&quot; He chuckled. &quot;Running off pregnant.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Had to. Couldn't be no waiting.&quot; She lowered her head and thought, as he did, how unlikely it was that she had made it. And if it hadn't been for that girl looking for velvet, she never would have.<br><br>&quot;All by yourself too.&quot; He was proud of her and annoyed by her. Proud she had done it; annoyed that she had not needed Halle or him in the doing.<br><br>&quot;Almost by myself. Not all by myself. A whitegirl helped me.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Then she helped herself too, God bless her.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You could stay the night, Paul D.&quot;<br><br>&quot;You don't sound too steady in the offer.&quot;<br><br>Sethe glanced beyond his shoulder toward the closed door. &quot;Oh it's truly meant. I just hope you'll pardon my house. Come on in. Talk to Denver while I cook you something.&quot;<br><br>Paul D tied his shoes together, hung them over his shoulder and followed her through the door straight into a pool of red and undulating light that locked him where he stood.<br><br>&quot;You got company?&quot; he whispered, frowning.<br><br>&quot;Off and on,&quot; said Sethe.<br><br>&quot;Good God.&quot; He backed out the door onto the porch. &quot;What kind of evil you got in here?&quot;<br><br>&quot;It's not evil, just sad. Come on. Just step through.&quot;<br><br>He looked at her then, closely. Closer than he had when she first rounded the house on wet and shining legs, holding her shoes and stockings up in one hand, her skirts in the other. Halle's girl&#151;the one with iron eyes and backbone to match. He had never seen her hair in Kentucky. And though her face was eighteen years older than when last he saw her, it was softer now. Because of the hair. A face too still for comfort; irises the same color as her skin, which, in that still face, used to make him think of a mask with mercifully punched-out eyes. Halle's woman. Pregnant every year including the year she sat by the fire telling him she was going to run. Her three children she had already packed into a wagonload of others in a caravan of Negroes crossing the river. They were to be left with Halle's mother near Cincinnati. Even in that tiny shack, leaning so close to the fire you could smell the heat in her dress, her eyes did not pick up a flicker of light. They were like two wells into which he had trouble gazing. Even punched out they needed to be covered, lidded, marked with some sign to warn folks of what that emptiness held. So he looked instead at the fire while she told him, because her husband was not there for the telling. Mr. Garner was dead and his wife had a lump in her neck the size of a sweet potato and unable to speak to anyone. She leaned as close to the fire as her pregnant belly allowed and told him, Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men.\"},{\"id\":\"41855238T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<P>I<P>124 WAS SPITEFUL. Full of a baby's venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children. For years each put up with the spite in his own way, but by 1873 Sethe and her daughter Denver were its only victims. The grandmother, Baby Suggs, was dead, and the sons, Howard and Buglar, had run away by the time they were thirteen years old&#151;as soon as merely looking in a mirror shattered it (that was the signal for Buglar); as soon as two tiny band prints appeared in the cake (that was it for Howard). Neither boy waited to see more; another kettleful of chickpeas smoking in a heap on the floor; soda crackers crumbled and strewn in a line next to the doorsill. Nor did they wait for one of the relief periods&#58; the weeks, months even, when nothing was disturbed. No. Each one fled at once&#151;the moment the house committed what was for him the one insult not to be borne or witnessed a second time. Within two months, in the dead of winter, leaving their grandmother, Baby Suggs; Sethe, their mother; and their little sister, Denver, all by themselves in the gray and white house on Bluestone Road. It didn't have a number then, because Cincinnati didn't stretch that far. In fact, Ohio had been calling itself a state only seventy years when first one brother and then the next stuffed quilt packing into his hat, snatched up his shoes, and crept away from the lively spite the house felt for them.<P>Baby Suggs didn't even raise her head. From her sickbed she heard them go but that wasn't the reason she lay still. It was a wonder to her that her grandsons had taken so long to realize that every house wasn't like the one on Bluestone Road. Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it, let alone the fright of two creeping-off boys. Her past had been like her present&#151;intolerable&#151;and since she knew death was anything but forgetfulness, she used the little energy left her for pondering color.<P>&quot;Bring a little lavender in, if you got any. Pink, if you don't.&quot;<P>And Sethe would oblige her with anything from fabric to her own tongue. Winter in Ohio was especially rough if you had an appetite for color. Sky provided the only drama, and counting on a Cincinnati horizon for life's principal joy was reckless indeed. So Sethe and the girl Denver did what they could, and what the house permitted, for her. Together they waged a perfunctory battle against the outrageous behavior of that place; against turned-over slop jars, smacks on the behind, and gusts of sour air. For they understood the source of the outrage as well as they knew the source of light.<P>Baby Suggs died shortly after the brothers left, with no interest whatsoever in their leave-taking or hers, and right afterward Sethe and Denver decided to end the persecution by calling forth the ghost that tried them so. Perhaps a conversation, they thought, an exchange of views or something would help. So they held hands and said, &quot;Come on. Come on. You may as well just come on.&quot;<P>The sideboard took a step forward but nothing else did.<P>&quot;Grandma Baby must be stopping it,&quot; said Denver. She was ten and still mad at Baby Suggs for dying.<P>Sethe opened her eyes. &quot;I doubt that,&quot; she said.<P>&quot;Then why don't it come?&quot;<P>&quot;You forgetting how little it is,&quot; said her mother. &quot;She wasn't even two years old when she died. Too little to understand. Too little to talk much even.&quot;<P>&quot;Maybe she don't want to understand,&quot; said Denver.<P>&quot;Maybe. But if she'd only come, I could make it clear to her.&quot; Sethe released her daughter's hand and together they pushed the sideboard back against the wall. Outside a driver whipped his horse into the gallop local people felt necessary when they passed 124.<P>&quot;For a baby she throws a powerful spell,&quot; said Denver.<P>&quot;No more powerful than the way I loved her,&quot; Sethe answered and there it was again. The welcoming cool of unchiseled headstones; the one she selected to lean against on tiptoe, her knees wide open as any grave. Pink as a fingernail it was, and sprinkled with glittering chips. Ten minutes, he said. You got ten minutes I'll do it for free.<P>Ten minutes for seven letters. With another ten could she have gotten &quot;Dearly&quot; too? She had not thought to ask him and it bothered her still that it might have been possible&#151;that for twenty minutes, a half hour, say, she could have had the whole thing, every word she heard the preacher say at the funeral (and all there was to say, surely) engraved on her baby's headstone&#58; Dearly Beloved. But what she got, settled for, was the one word that mattered. She thought it would be enough, rutting among the headstones with the engraver, his young son looking on, the anger in his face so old; the appetite in it quite new. That should certainly be enough. Enough to answer one more preacher, one more abolitionist and a town full of disgust.<P>Counting on the stillness of her own soul, she had forgotten the other one&#58; the soul of her baby girl. Who would have thought that a little old baby could harbor so much rage? Rutting among the stones under the eyes of the engraver's son was not enough. Not only did she have to live out her years in a house palsied by the baby's fury at having its throat cut, but those ten minutes she spent pressed up against dawn-colored stone studded with star chips, her knees wide open as the grave, were longer than life, more alive, more pulsating than the baby blood that soaked her fingers like oil.<P>&quot;We could move,&quot; she suggested once to her mother-in-law.<P>&quot;What'd be the point?&quot; asked Baby Suggs. &quot;Not a house in the country ain't packed to its rafters with some dead Negro's grief. We lucky this ghost is a baby. My husband's spirit was to come back in here? or yours? Don't talk to me. You lucky. You got three left. Three pulling at your skirts and just one raising hell from the other side. Be thankful, why don't you? I had eight. Every one of them gone away from me. Four taken, four chased, and all, I expect, worrying somebody's house into evil.&quot; Baby Suggs rubbed her eyebrows. &quot;My firstborn. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.&quot;<P>&quot;That's all you let yourself remember,&quot; Sethe had told her, but she was down to one herself&#151;one alive, that is&#151;the boys chased off by the dead one, and her memory of Buglar was fading fast. Howard at least had a head shape nobody could forget. As for the rest, she worked hard to remember as close to nothing as was safe. Unfortunately her brain was devious. She might be hurrying across a field, running practically, to get to the pump quickly and rinse the chamomile sap from her legs. Nothing else would be in her mind. The picture of the men coming to nurse her was as lifeless as the nerves in her back where the skin buckled like a washboard. Nor was there the faintest scent of ink or the cherry gum and oak bark from which it was made. Nothing. Just the breeze cooling her face as she rushed toward water. And then sopping the chamomile away with pump water and rags, her mind fixed on getting every last bit of sap off&#151;on her carelessness in taking a shortcut across the field just to save a half mile, and not noticing how high the weeds had grown until the itching was all the way to her knees. Then something. The plash of water, the sight of her shoes and stockings awry on the path where she had flung them; or Here Boy lapping in the puddle near her feet, and suddenly there was Sweet Home rolling, rolling, rolling out before her eyes, and although there was not a leaf on that farm that did not make her want to scream, it rolled itself out before her in shameless beauty. It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves. Boys hanging from the most beautiful sycamores in the world. It shamed her&#151;remembering the wonderful soughing trees rather than the boys. Try as she might to make it otherwise, the sycamores beat out the children every time and she could not forgive her memory for that.<P>When the last of the chamomile was gone, she went around to the front of the house, collecting her shoes and stockings on the way. As if to punish her further for her terrible memory, sitting on the porch not forty feet away was Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men. And although she could never mistake his face for another's, she said, &quot;Is that you?&quot;<P>&quot;What's left.&quot; He stood up and smiled. &quot;How you been, girl, besides barefoot?&quot;<P>When she laughed it came out loose and young. &quot;Messed up my legs back yonder. Chamomile.&quot;<P>He made a face as though tasting a teaspoon of something bitter. &quot;I don't want to even hear 'bout it. Always did hate that stuff.&quot;<P>Sethe balled up her stockings and jammed them into her pocket. &quot;Come on in.&quot;<P>&quot;Porch is fine, Sethe. Cool out here.&quot; He sat back down and looked at the meadow on the other side of the road, knowing the eagerness he felt would be in his eyes.<P>&quot;Eighteen years,&quot; she said softly.<P>&quot;Eighteen,&quot; he repeated. &quot;And I swear I been walking every one of em. Mind if I join you?&quot; He nodded toward her feet and began unlacing his shoes.<P>&quot;You want to soak them? Let me get you a basin of water.&quot; She moved closer to him to enter the house.<P>&quot;No, uh uh. Can't baby feet. A whole lot more tramping they got to do yet.&quot;<P>&quot;You can't leave right away, Paul D. You got to stay awhile.&quot;<P>&quot;Well, long enough to see Baby Suggs, anyway. Where is she?&quot;<P>''Dead.''<P>&quot;Aw no. When?&quot;<P>&quot;Eight years now. Almost nine.&quot;<P>&quot;Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.&quot;<P>Sethe shook her head. &quot;Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part. Sorry you missed her though. Is that what you came by for?&quot;<P>&quot;That's some of what I came for. The rest is you. But if all the truth be known, I go anywhere these days. Anywhere they let me sit down.&quot;<P>&quot;You looking good.&quot;<P>&quot;Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.&quot; He looked at her and the word &quot;bad&quot; took on another meaning.<P>Sethe smiled. This is the way they were&#151;had been. All of the Sweet Home men, before and after Halle, treated her to a mild brotherly flirtation, so subtle you had to scratch for it.<P>Except for a heap more hair and some waiting in his eyes, he looked the way he had in Kentucky. Peachstone skin; straight-backed. For a man with an immobile face it was amazing how ready it was to smile, or blaze or be sorry with you. As though all you had to do was get his attention and right away he produced the feeling you were feeling. With less than a blink, his face seemed to change&#151;underneath it lay the activity.<P>&quot;I wouldn't have to ask about him, would I? You'd tell me if there was anything to tell, wouldn't you?&quot; Sethe looked down at her feet and saw again the sycamores.<P>&quot;I'd tell you. Sure I'd tell you. I don't know any more now than I did then.&quot; Except for the churn, he thought, and you don't need to know that. &quot;You must think he's still alive.&quot;<P>&quot;No. I think he's dead. It's not being sure that keeps him alive.&quot;<P>&quot;What did Baby Suggs think?&quot;<P>&quot;Same, but to listen to her, all her children is dead. Claimed she felt each one go the very day and hour.&quot;<P>&quot;When she say Halle went?&quot;<P>&quot;Eighteen fifty-five. The day my baby was born.&quot;<P>&quot;You had that baby, did you? Never thought you'd make it.&quot; He chuckled. &quot;Running off pregnant.&quot;<P>&quot;Had to. Couldn't be no waiting.&quot; She lowered her head and thought, as he did, how unlikely it was that she had made it. And if it hadn't been for that girl looking for velvet, she never would have.<P>&quot;All by yourself too.&quot; He was proud of her and annoyed by her. Proud she had done it; annoyed that she had not needed Halle or him in the doing.<P>&quot;Almost by myself. Not all by myself. A whitegirl helped me.&quot;<P>&quot;Then she helped herself too, God bless her.&quot;<P>&quot;You could stay the night, Paul D.&quot;<P>&quot;You don't sound too steady in the offer.&quot;<P>Sethe glanced beyond his shoulder toward the closed door. &quot;Oh it's truly meant. I just hope you'll pardon my house. Come on in. Talk to Denver while I cook you something.&quot;<P>Paul D tied his shoes together, hung them over his shoulder and followed her through the door straight into a pool of red and undulating light that locked him where he stood.<P>&quot;You got company?&quot; he whispered, frowning.<P>&quot;Off and on,&quot; said Sethe.<P>&quot;Good God.&quot; He backed out the door onto the porch. &quot;What kind of evil you got in here?&quot;<P>&quot;It's not evil, just sad. Come on. Just step through.&quot;<P>He looked at her then, closely. Closer than he had when she first rounded the house on wet and shining legs, holding her shoes and stockings up in one hand, her skirts in the other. Halle's girl&#151;the one with iron eyes and backbone to match. He had never seen her hair in Kentucky. And though her face was eighteen years older than when last he saw her, it was softer now. Because of the hair. A face too still for comfort; irises the same color as her skin, which, in that still face, used to make him think of a mask with mercifully punched-out eyes. Halle's woman. Pregnant every year including the year she sat by the fire telling him she was going to run. Her three children she had already packed into a wagonload of others in a caravan of Negroes crossing the river. They were to be left with Halle's mother near Cincinnati. Even in that tiny shack, leaning so close to the fire you could smell the heat in her dress, her eyes did not pick up a flicker of light. They were like two wells into which he had trouble gazing. Even punched out they needed to be covered, lidded, marked with some sign to warn folks of what that emptiness held. So he looked instead at the fire while she told him, because her husband was not there for the telling. Mr. Garner was dead and his wife had a lump in her neck the size of a sweet potato and unable to speak to anyone. She leaned as close to the fire as her pregnant belly allowed and told him, Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men.\"},{\"id\":\"41852829T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"6\",\"text\":\"I<p>124 WAS SPITEFUL. Full of a baby's venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children. For years each put up with the spite in his own way, but by 1873 Sethe and her daughter Denver were its only victims. The grandmother, Baby Suggs, was dead, and the sons, Howard and Buglar, had run away by the time they were thirteen years old--as soon as merely looking in a mirror shattered it (that was the signal for Buglar); as soon as two tiny band prints appeared in the cake (that was it for Howard). Neither boy waited to see more; another kettleful of chickpeas smoking in a heap on the floor; soda crackers crumbled and strewn in a line next to the doorsill. Nor did they wait for one of the relief periods&#58; the weeks, months even, when nothing was disturbed. No. Each one fled at once--the moment the house committed what was for him the one insult not to be borne or witnessed a second time. Within two months, in the dead of winter, leaving their grandmother, Baby Suggs; Sethe, their mother; and their little sister, Denver, all by themselves in the gray and white house on Bluestone Road. It didn't have a number then, because Cincinnati didn't stretch that far. In fact, Ohio had been calling itself a state only seventy years when first one brother and then the next stuffed quilt packing into his hat, snatched up his shoes, and crept away from the lively spite the house felt for them.<p>Baby Suggs didn't even raise her head. From her sickbed she heard them go but that wasn't the reason she lay still. It was a wonder to her that her grandsons had taken so long to realize that every house wasn't like the one on Bluestone Road. Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it, let alone the fright of two creeping-off boys. Her past had been like her present--intolerable--and since she knew death was anything but forgetfulness, she used the little energy left her for pondering color.<p>&quot;Bring a little lavender in, if you got any. Pink, if you don't.&quot;<p>And Sethe would oblige her with anything from fabric to her own tongue. Winter in Ohio was especially rough if you had an appetite for color. Sky provided the only drama, and counting on a Cincinnati horizon for life's principal joy was reckless indeed. So Sethe and the girl Denver did what they could, and what the house permitted, for her. Together they waged a perfunctory battle against the outrageous behavior of that place; against turned-over slop jars, smacks on the behind, and gusts of sour air. For they understood the source of the outrage as well as they knew the source of light.<p>Baby Suggs died shortly after the brothers left, with no interest whatsoever in their leave-taking or hers, and right afterward Sethe and Denver decided to end the persecution by calling forth the ghost that tried them so. Perhaps a conversation, they thought, an exchange of views or something would help. So they held hands and said, &quot;Come on. Come on. You may as well just come on.&quot;<p>The sideboard took a step forward but nothing else did.<p>&quot;Grandma Baby must be stopping it,&quot; said Denver. She was ten and still mad at Baby Suggs for dying.<p>Sethe opened her eyes. &quot;I doubt that,&quot; she said.<p>&quot;Then why don't it come?&quot;<p>&quot;You forgetting how little it is,&quot; said her mother. &quot;She wasn't even two years old when she died. Too little to understand. Too little to talk much even.&quot;<p>&quot;Maybe she don't want to understand,&quot; said Denver.<p>&quot;Maybe. But if she'd only come, I could make it clear to her.&quot; Sethe released her daughter's hand and together they pushed the sideboard back against the wall. Outside a driver whipped his horse into the gallop local people felt necessary when they passed 124.<p>&quot;For a baby she throws a powerful spell,&quot; said Denver.<p>&quot;No more powerful than the way I loved her,&quot; Sethe answered and there it was again. The welcoming cool of unchiseled headstones; the one she selected to lean against on tiptoe, her knees wide open as any grave. Pink as a fingernail it was, and sprinkled with glittering chips. Ten minutes, he said. You got ten minutes I'll do it for free.<p>Ten minutes for seven letters. With another ten could she have gotten &quot;Dearly&quot; too? She had not thought to ask him and it bothered her still that it might have been possible--that for twenty minutes, a half hour, say, she could have had the whole thing, every word she heard the preacher say at the funeral (and all there was to say, surely) engraved on her baby's headstone&#58; Dearly Beloved. But what she got, settled for, was the one word that mattered. She thought it would be enough, rutting among the headstones with the engraver, his young son looking on, the anger in his face so old; the appetite in it quite new. That should certainly be enough. Enough to answer one more preacher, one more abolitionist and a town full of disgust.<p>Counting on the stillness of her own soul, she had forgotten the other one&#58; the soul of her baby girl. Who would have thought that a little old baby could harbor so much rage? Rutting among the stones under the eyes of the engraver's son was not enough. Not only did she have to live out her years in a house palsied by the baby's fury at having its throat cut, but those ten minutes she spent pressed up against dawn-colored stone studded with star chips, her knees wide open as the grave, were longer than life, more alive, more pulsating than the baby blood that soaked her fingers like oil.<p>&quot;We could move,&quot; she suggested once to her mother-in-law.<p>&quot;What'd be the point?&quot; asked Baby Suggs. &quot;Not a house in the country ain't packed to its rafters with some dead Negro's grief. We lucky this ghost is a baby. My husband's spirit was to come back in here? or yours? Don't talk to me. You lucky. You got three left. Three pulling at your skirts and just one raising hell from the other side. Be thankful, why don't you? I had eight. Every one of them gone away from me. Four taken, four chased, and all, I expect, worrying somebody's house into evil.&quot; Baby Suggs rubbed her eyebrows. &quot;My firstborn. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.&quot;<p>&quot;That's all you let yourself remember,&quot; Sethe had told her, but she was down to one herself--one alive, that is--the boys chased off by the dead one, and her memory of Buglar was fading fast. Howard at least had a head shape nobody could forget. As for the rest, she worked hard to remember as close to nothing as was safe. Unfortunately her brain was devious. She might be hurrying across a field, running practically, to get to the pump quickly and rinse the chamomile sap from her legs. Nothing else would be in her mind. The picture of the men coming to nurse her was as lifeless as the nerves in her back where the skin buckled like a washboard. Nor was there the faintest scent of ink or the cherry gum and oak bark from which it was made. Nothing. Just the breeze cooling her face as she rushed toward water. And then sopping the chamomile away with pump water and rags, her mind fixed on getting every last bit of sap off--on her carelessness in taking a shortcut across the field just to save a half mile, and not noticing how high the weeds had grown until the itching was all the way to her knees. Then something. The plash of water, the sight of her shoes and stockings awry on the path where she had flung them; or Here Boy lapping in the puddle near her feet, and suddenly there was Sweet Home rolling, rolling, rolling out before her eyes, and although there was not a leaf on that farm that did not make her want to scream, it rolled itself out before her in shameless beauty. It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves. Boys hanging from the most beautiful sycamores in the world. It shamed her--remembering the wonderful soughing trees rather than the boys. Try as she might to make it otherwise, the sycamores beat out the children every time and she could not forgive her memory for that.<p>When the last of the chamomile was gone, she went around to the front of the house, collecting her shoes and stockings on the way. As if to punish her further for her terrible memory, sitting on the porch not forty feet away was Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men. And although she could never mistake his face for another's, she said, &quot;Is that you?&quot;<p>&quot;What's left.&quot; He stood up and smiled. &quot;How you been, girl, besides barefoot?&quot;<p>When she laughed it came out loose and young. &quot;Messed up my legs back yonder. Chamomile.&quot;<p>He made a face as though tasting a teaspoon of something bitter. &quot;I don't want to even hear 'bout it. Always did hate that stuff.&quot;<p>Sethe balled up her stockings and jammed them into her pocket. &quot;Come on in.&quot;<p>&quot;Porch is fine, Sethe. Cool out here.&quot; He sat back down and looked at the meadow on the other side of the road, knowing the eagerness he felt would be in his eyes.<p>&quot;Eighteen years,&quot; she said softly.<p>&quot;Eighteen,&quot; he repeated. &quot;And I swear I been walking every one of em. Mind if I join you?&quot; He nodded toward her feet and began unlacing his shoes.<p>&quot;You want to soak them? Let me get you a basin of water.&quot; She moved closer to him to enter the house.<p>&quot;No, uh uh. Can't baby feet. A whole lot more tramping they got to do yet.&quot;<p>&quot;You can't leave right away, Paul D. You got to stay awhile.&quot;<p>&quot;Well, long enough to see Baby Suggs, anyway. Where is she?&quot;<p>''Dead.''<p>&quot;Aw no. When?&quot;<p>&quot;Eight years now. Almost nine.&quot;<p>&quot;Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.&quot;<p>Sethe shook her head. &quot;Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part. Sorry you missed her though. Is that what you came by for?&quot;<p>&quot;That's some of what I came for. The rest is you. But if all the truth be known, I go anywhere these days. Anywhere they let me sit down.&quot;<p>&quot;You looking good.&quot;<p>&quot;Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.&quot; He looked at her and the word &quot;bad&quot; took on another meaning.<p>Sethe smiled. This is the way they were--had been. All of the Sweet Home men, before and after Halle, treated her to a mild brotherly flirtation, so subtle you had to scratch for it.<p>Except for a heap more hair and some waiting in his eyes, he looked the way he had in Kentucky. Peachstone skin; straight-backed. For a man with an immobile face it was amazing how ready it was to smile, or blaze or be sorry with you. As though all you had to do was get his attention and right away he produced the feeling you were feeling. With less than a blink, his face seemed to change--underneath it lay the activity.<p>&quot;I wouldn't have to ask about him, would I? You'd tell me if there was anything to tell, wouldn't you?&quot; Sethe looked down at her feet and saw again the sycamores.<p>&quot;I'd tell you. Sure I'd tell you. I don't know any more now than I did then.&quot; Except for the churn, he thought, and you don't need to know that. &quot;You must think he's still alive.&quot;<p>&quot;No. I think he's dead. It's not being sure that keeps him alive.&quot;<p>&quot;What did Baby Suggs think?&quot;<p>&quot;Same, but to listen to her, all her children is dead. Claimed she felt each one go the very day and hour.&quot;<p>&quot;When she say Halle went?&quot;<p>&quot;Eighteen fifty-five. The day my baby was born.&quot;<p>&quot;You had that baby, did you? Never thought you'd make it.&quot; He chuckled. &quot;Running off pregnant.&quot;<p>&quot;Had to. Couldn't be no waiting.&quot; She lowered her head and thought, as he did, how unlikely it was that she had made it. And if it hadn't been for that girl looking for velvet, she never would have.<p>&quot;All by yourself too.&quot; He was proud of her and annoyed by her. Proud she had done it; annoyed that she had not needed Halle or him in the doing.<p>&quot;Almost by myself. Not all by myself. A whitegirl helped me.&quot;<p>&quot;Then she helped herself too, God bless her.&quot;<p>&quot;You could stay the night, Paul D.&quot;<p>&quot;You don't sound too steady in the offer.&quot;<p>Sethe glanced beyond his shoulder toward the closed door. &quot;Oh it's truly meant. I just hope you'll pardon my house. Come on in. Talk to Denver while I cook you something.&quot;<p>Paul D tied his shoes together, hung them over his shoulder and followed her through the door straight into a pool of red and undulating light that locked him where he stood.<p>&quot;You got company?&quot; he whispered, frowning.<p>&quot;Off and on,&quot; said Sethe.<p>&quot;Good God.&quot; He backed out the door onto the porch. &quot;What kind of evil you got in here?&quot;<p>&quot;It's not evil, just sad. Come on. Just step through.&quot;<p>He looked at her then, closely. Closer than he had when she first rounded the house on wet and shining legs, holding her shoes and stockings up in one hand, her skirts in the other. Halle's girl--the one with iron eyes and backbone to match. He had never seen her hair in Kentucky. And though her face was eighteen years older than when last he saw her, it was softer now. Because of the hair. A face too still for comfort; irises the same color as her skin, which, in that still face, used to make him think of a mask with mercifully punched-out eyes. Halle's woman. Pregnant every year including the year she sat by the fire telling him she was going to run. Her three children she had already packed into a wagonload of others in a caravan of Negroes crossing the river. They were to be left with Halle's mother near Cincinnati. Even in that tiny shack, leaning so close to the fire you could smell the heat in her dress, her eyes did not pick up a flicker of light. They were like two wells into which he had trouble gazing. Even punched out they needed to be covered, lidded, marked with some sign to warn folks of what that emptiness held. So he looked instead at the fire while she told him, because her husband was not there for the telling. Mr. Garner was dead and his wife had a lump in her neck the size of a sweet potato and unable to speak to anyone. She leaned as close to the fire as her pregnant belly allowed and told him, Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men.\"},{\"id\":\"125918658T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"7\",\"text\":\"I<br/><br/><br/><br/>124 WAS SPITEFUL. Full of a baby's venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children. For years each put up with the spite in his own way, but by 1873 Sethe and her daughter Denver were its only victims. The grandmother, Baby Suggs, was dead, and the sons, Howard and Buglar, had run away by the time they were thirteen years old--as soon as merely looking in a mirror shattered it (that was the signal for Buglar); as soon as two tiny band prints appeared in the cake (that was it for Howard). Neither boy waited to see more; another kettleful of chickpeas smoking in a heap on the floor; soda crackers crumbled and strewn in a line next to the doorsill. Nor did they wait for one of the relief periods: the weeks, months even, when nothing was disturbed. No. Each one fled at once--the moment the house committed what was for him the one insult not to be borne or witnessed a second time. Within two months, in the dead of winter, leaving their grandmother, Baby Suggs; Sethe, their mother; and their little sister, Denver, all by themselves in the gray and white house on Bluestone Road. It didn't have a number then, because Cincinnati didn't stretch that far. In fact, Ohio had been calling itself a state only seventy years when first one brother and then the next stuffed quilt packing into his hat, snatched up his shoes, and crept away from the lively spite the house felt for them.<br/><br/>Baby Suggs didn't even raise her head. From her sickbed she heard them go but that wasn't the reason she lay still. It was a wonder to her that her grandsons had taken so long to realize that every house wasn't like the one on Bluestone Road. Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it, let alone the fright of two creeping-off boys. Her past had been like her present--intolerable--and since she knew death was anything but forgetfulness, she used the little energy left her for pondering color.<br/><br/>\\\"Bring a little lavender in, if you got any. Pink, if you don't.\\\"<br/><br/>And Sethe would oblige her with anything from fabric to her own tongue. Winter in Ohio was especially rough if you had an appetite for color. Sky provided the only drama, and counting on a Cincinnati horizon for life's principal joy was reckless indeed. So Sethe and the girl Denver did what they could, and what the house permitted, for her. Together they waged a perfunctory battle against the outrageous behavior of that place; against turned-over slop jars, smacks on the behind, and gusts of sour air. For they understood the source of the outrage as well as they knew the source of light.<br/><br/>Baby Suggs died shortly after the brothers left, with no interest whatsoever in their leave-taking or hers, and right afterward Sethe and Denver decided to end the persecution by calling forth the ghost that tried them so. Perhaps a conversation, they thought, an exchange of views or something would help. So they held hands and said, \\\"Come on. Come on. You may as well just come on.\\\"<br/><br/>The sideboard took a step forward but nothing else did.<br/><br/>\\\"Grandma Baby must be stopping it,\\\" said Denver. She was ten and still mad at Baby Suggs for dying.<br/><br/>Sethe opened her eyes. \\\"I doubt that,\\\" she said.<br/><br/>\\\"Then why don't it come?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You forgetting how little it is,\\\" said her mother. \\\"She wasn't even two years old when she died. Too little to understand. Too little to talk much even.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Maybe she don't want to understand,\\\" said Denver.<br/><br/>\\\"Maybe. But if she'd only come, I could make it clear to her.\\\" Sethe released her daughter's hand and together they pushed the sideboard back against the wall. Outside a driver whipped his horse into the gallop local people felt necessary when they passed 124.<br/><br/>\\\"For a baby she throws a powerful spell,\\\" said Denver.<br/><br/>\\\"No more powerful than the way I loved her,\\\" Sethe answered and there it was again. The welcoming cool of unchiseled headstones; the one she selected to lean against on tiptoe, her knees wide open as any grave. Pink as a fingernail it was, and sprinkled with glittering chips. Ten minutes, he said. You got ten minutes I'll do it for free.<br/><br/>Ten minutes for seven letters. With another ten could she have gotten \\\"Dearly\\\" too? She had not thought to ask him and it bothered her still that it might have been possible--that for twenty minutes, a half hour, say, she could have had the whole thing, every word she heard the preacher say at the funeral (and all there was to say, surely) engraved on her baby's headstone: Dearly Beloved. But what she got, settled for, was the one word that mattered. She thought it would be enough, rutting among the headstones with the engraver, his young son looking on, the anger in his face so old; the appetite in it quite new. That should certainly be enough. Enough to answer one more preacher, one more abolitionist and a town full of disgust.<br/><br/>Counting on the stillness of her own soul, she had forgotten the other one: the soul of her baby girl. Who would have thought that a little old baby could harbor so much rage? Rutting among the stones under the eyes of the engraver's son was not enough. Not only did she have to live out her years in a house palsied by the baby's fury at having its throat cut, but those ten minutes she spent pressed up against dawn-colored stone studded with star chips, her knees wide open as the grave, were longer than life, more alive, more pulsating than the baby blood that soaked her fingers like oil.<br/><br/>\\\"We could move,\\\" she suggested once to her mother-in-law.<br/><br/>\\\"What'd be the point?\\\" asked Baby Suggs. \\\"Not a house in the country ain't packed to its rafters with some dead Negro's grief. We lucky this ghost is a baby. My husband's spirit was to come back in here? or yours? Don't talk to me. You lucky. You got three left. Three pulling at your skirts and just one raising hell from the other side. Be thankful, why don't you? I had eight. Every one of them gone away from me. Four taken, four chased, and all, I expect, worrying somebody's house into evil.\\\" Baby Suggs rubbed her eyebrows. \\\"My firstborn. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"That's all you let yourself remember,\\\" Sethe had told her, but she was down to one herself--one alive, that is--the boys chased off by the dead one, and her memory of Buglar was fading fast. Howard at least had a head shape nobody could forget. As for the rest, she worked hard to remember as close to nothing as was safe. Unfortunately her brain was devious. She might be hurrying across a field, running practically, to get to the pump quickly and rinse the chamomile sap from her legs. Nothing else would be in her mind. The picture of the men coming to nurse her was as lifeless as the nerves in her back where the skin buckled like a washboard. Nor was there the faintest scent of ink or the cherry gum and oak bark from which it was made. Nothing. Just the breeze cooling her face as she rushed toward water. And then sopping the chamomile away with pump water and rags, her mind fixed on getting every last bit of sap off--on her carelessness in taking a shortcut across the field just to save a half mile, and not noticing how high the weeds had grown until the itching was all the way to her knees. Then something. The plash of water, the sight of her shoes and stockings awry on the path where she had flung them; or Here Boy lapping in the puddle near her feet, and suddenly there was Sweet Home rolling, rolling, rolling out before her eyes, and although there was not a leaf on that farm that did not make her want to scream, it rolled itself out before her in shameless beauty. It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves. Boys hanging from the most beautiful sycamores in the world. It shamed her--remembering the wonderful soughing trees rather than the boys. Try as she might to make it otherwise, the sycamores beat out the children every time and she could not forgive her memory for that.<br/><br/>When the last of the chamomile was gone, she went around to the front of the house, collecting her shoes and stockings on the way. As if to punish her further for her terrible memory, sitting on the porch not forty feet away was Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men. And although she could never mistake his face for another's, she said, \\\"Is that you?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"What's left.\\\" He stood up and smiled. \\\"How you been, girl, besides barefoot?\\\"<br/><br/>When she laughed it came out loose and young. \\\"Messed up my legs back yonder. Chamomile.\\\"<br/><br/>He made a face as though tasting a teaspoon of something bitter. \\\"I don't want to even hear 'bout it. Always did hate that stuff.\\\"<br/><br/>Sethe balled up her stockings and jammed them into her pocket. \\\"Come on in.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Porch is fine, Sethe. Cool out here.\\\" He sat back down and looked at the meadow on the other side of the road, knowing the eagerness he felt would be in his eyes.<br/><br/>\\\"Eighteen years,\\\" she said softly.<br/><br/>\\\"Eighteen,\\\" he repeated. \\\"And I swear I been walking every one of em. Mind if I join you?\\\" He nodded toward her feet and began unlacing his shoes.<br/><br/>\\\"You want to soak them? Let me get you a basin of water.\\\" She moved closer to him to enter the house.<br/><br/>\\\"No, uh uh. Can't baby feet. A whole lot more tramping they got to do yet.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You can't leave right away, Paul D. You got to stay awhile.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Well, long enough to see Baby Suggs, anyway. Where is she?\\\"<br/><br/>''Dead.''<br/><br/>\\\"Aw no. When?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Eight years now. Almost nine.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.\\\"<br/><br/>Sethe shook her head. \\\"Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part. Sorry you missed her though. Is that what you came by for?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"That's some of what I came for. The rest is you. But if all the truth be known, I go anywhere these days. Anywhere they let me sit down.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You looking good.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.\\\" He looked at her and the word \\\"bad\\\" took on another meaning.<br/><br/>Sethe smiled. This is the way they were--had been. All of the Sweet Home men, before and after Halle, treated her to a mild brotherly flirtation, so subtle you had to scratch for it.<br/><br/>Except for a heap more hair and some waiting in his eyes, he looked the way he had in Kentucky. Peachstone skin; straight-backed. For a man with an immobile face it was amazing how ready it was to smile, or blaze or be sorry with you. As though all you had to do was get his attention and right away he produced the feeling you were feeling. With less than a blink, his face seemed to change--underneath it lay the activity.<br/><br/>\\\"I wouldn't have to ask about him, would I? You'd tell me if there was anything to tell, wouldn't you?\\\" Sethe looked down at her feet and saw again the sycamores.<br/><br/>\\\"I'd tell you. Sure I'd tell you. I don't know any more now than I did then.\\\" Except for the churn, he thought, and you don't need to know that. \\\"You must think he's still alive.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"No. I think he's dead. It's not being sure that keeps him alive.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"What did Baby Suggs think?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Same, but to listen to her, all her children is dead. Claimed she felt each one go the very day and hour.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"When she say Halle went?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Eighteen fifty-five. The day my baby was born.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You had that baby, did you? Never thought you'd make it.\\\" He chuckled. \\\"Running off pregnant.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Had to. Couldn't be no waiting.\\\" She lowered her head and thought, as he did, how unlikely it was that she had made it. And if it hadn't been for that girl looking for velvet, she never would have.<br/><br/>\\\"All by yourself too.\\\" He was proud of her and annoyed by her. Proud she had done it; annoyed that she had not needed Halle or him in the doing.<br/><br/>\\\"Almost by myself. Not all by myself. A whitegirl helped me.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Then she helped herself too, God bless her.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You could stay the night, Paul D.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You don't sound too steady in the offer.\\\"<br/><br/>Sethe glanced beyond his shoulder toward the closed door. \\\"Oh it's truly meant. I just hope you'll pardon my house. Come on in. Talk to Denver while I cook you something.\\\"<br/><br/>Paul D tied his shoes together, hung them over his shoulder and followed her through the door straight into a pool of red and undulating light that locked him where he stood.<br/><br/>\\\"You got company?\\\" he whispered, frowning.<br/><br/>\\\"Off and on,\\\" said Sethe.<br/><br/>\\\"Good God.\\\" He backed out the door onto the porch. \\\"What kind of evil you got in here?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"It's not evil, just sad. Come on. Just step through.\\\"<br/><br/>He looked at her then, closely. Closer than he had when she first rounded the house on wet and shining legs, holding her shoes and stockings up in one hand, her skirts in the other. Halle's girl--the one with iron eyes and backbone to match. He had never seen her hair in Kentucky. And though her face was eighteen years older than when last he saw her, it was softer now. Because of the hair. A face too still for comfort; irises the same color as her skin, which, in that still face, used to make him think of a mask with mercifully punched-out eyes. Halle's woman. Pregnant every year including the year she sat by the fire telling him she was going to run. Her three children she had already packed into a wagonload of others in a caravan of Negroes crossing the river. They were to be left with Halle's mother near Cincinnati. Even in that tiny shack, leaning so close to the fire you could smell the heat in her dress, her eyes did not pick up a flicker of light. They were like two wells into which he had trouble gazing. Even punched out they needed to be covered, lidded, marked with some sign to warn folks of what that emptiness held. So he looked instead at the fire while she told him, because her husband was not there for the telling. Mr. Garner was dead and his wife had a lump in her neck the size of a sweet potato and unable to speak to anyone. She leaned as close to the fire as her pregnant belly allowed and told him, Paul D, the last of the Sweet Home men.\"},{\"id\":\"118295747T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"A masterwork. . . . Wonderful. . . . I can't imagine American literature without   it.\\\" -John Leonard, <i>Los Angeles Times<br/><br/> </i>\\\"A triumph.\\\" -Margaret Atwood, <i>The New York   Times Book Review<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Toni Morrison's finest work. . . . [It] sets her apart [and]   displays her prodigious talent.\\\" -<i>Chicago Sun-Times<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Dazzling. . . . Magical. .   . . An extraordinary work.\\\" -<i>The New York Times<br/><br/> </i>\\\"A masterpiece. . . . Magnificent.   . . . Astounding. . . . Overpowering.\\\" -<i>Newsweek<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Brilliant. . . . Resonates from   past to present.\\\" -<i>San Francisco Chronicle<br/><br/> </i>\\\"A brutally powerful, mesmerizing story.   . . . Read it and tremble.\\\" -<i>People<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Toni Morrison is not just an important contemporary   novelist but a major figure in our national literature.\\\" -<i>New York Review of Books<br/><br/> </i>\\\"A work of genuine force. . . . Beautifully written.\\\" -<i>The Washington Post<br/><br/> </i>\\\"There   is something great in <b>Beloved</b><i>:</i> a play of human voices, consciously exalted, perversely   stressed, yet holding true. It gets you.\\\" -<i>The New Yorker<br/><br/> </i>\\\"A magnificent heroine   . . . a glorious book.\\\" -<i>The Baltimore Sun<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Superb. . . . A profound and shattering   story that carries the weight of history. . . . Exquisitely told.\\\" -<i>Cosmopolitan<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Magical . . . rich, provocative, extremely satisfying.\\\" -<i>Milwaukee Journal<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Beautifully   written. . . . Powerful. . . . Toni Morrison has become one of America's finest novelists.\\\"   -<i>The Plain Dealer<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Stunning. . . A lasting achievement.\\\" -<i>The Christian Science   Monitor<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Written with a force rarely seen in contemporary fiction. . . . One feels   deep admiration.\\\" -<i>USA Today<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Compelling . . . . Morrison shakes that brilliant   kaleidoscope of hers again, and the story of pain, endurance, poetry and power she   is born to tell comes right out.\\\" -<i>The Village Voice<br/><br/> </i>\\\"A book worth many rereadings.\\\"   -<i>Glamour<br/><br/> </i>\\\"In her most probing novel, Toni Morrison has demonstrated once again the   stunning powers that place her in the first ranks of our living novelists.\\\" -<i>St.   Louis Post-Dispatch<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Heart-wrenching . . . mesmerizing.\\\" -<i>The Atlanta Journal-Constitution<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Shattering emotional power and impact.\\\" -<i>New York Daily News<br/><br/> </i>\\\"A rich, mythical   novel . . . a triumph.\\\" -<i>St. Petersburg Times<br/><br/> </i>\\\"Powerful . . . voluptuous.\\\" -<i>New   York<br/> </i>\"},{\"id\":\"118295746T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"10\",\"text\":\"1988 Pulitzer Prize, Winner<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"71277971T\",\"type\":\"Short Editorial\",\"linkText\":\"From Barnes & Noble\",\"typeId\":\"1008\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"bn.com\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>The Measure of a Life: Toni Morrison</b><p>  \\\"I'm not trying to cast blame,\\\" explained author Toni Morrison in a recent interview about her racially revisionist literature. \\\"I'm just trying to look at something without blinking.\\\" That is certainly an apt description of her approach to the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel <i>Beloved</i>: In it she has focused her steady gaze on a dreadful episode in American history -- slavery and its aftermath -- and the result is a spellbinding masterpiece of both exquisite beauty and pain. Set shortly after the Civil War in rural Ohio, the story revolves around Sethe, a runaway slave literally haunted by the legacy of her past -- a past that she tries desperately to repress, but one that the supernatural forces in her house won't let her forget. Her home is \\\"spiteful...full of baby's venom,\\\" and reverberates with the angry rumblings of her dead baby daughter. Eerie red light, rattling furniture, and overturned dishes are commonplace. Sethe's love for this child was so deep that it proved deadly: She murdered the girl rather than see her returned to a life of slavery. Terrorized by the ghost, Sethe's sons have run off; her treasured mother-in-law, Baby Suggs, has died; and she lives in virtual isolation with her adolescent daughter, Denver. When Paul D. -- an ex-slave from the Sweet Home plantation where Sethe was held in bondage -- shows up on her doorstep, Sethe's life changes abruptly. Not only must she endure a surge of memories, but the previously incorporeal ghost suddenly manifests itself in the form of a strange but seductive young woman named Beloved.     <p>  <i>Beloved</i> is but one of many critically acclaimed works by the prolific Morrison. Born Chloe Anthony Wofford in Lorain, Ohio, in 1931, Morrison read ravenously as a child and went on to earn an English degree from Howard and a master's from Cornell University. She has held teaching positions at countless colleges -- Yale University, Bard College, and Rutgers among them. Before devoting herself fully to her own fiction, she worked for 20 years as a senior editor at Random House. Since 1989, she has held a university chair in humanities at Princeton University, and has won numerous awards, most notably the 1993 Nobel Prize in Literature. As the eighth woman and the first African American to have received the award, she is now one of the most respected figures in American letters.     <p>  A vocal force in the once-silenced community of African-American women, Morrison is devoted to the potency and potential of language. \\\"We die,\\\" she has said. \\\"That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.\\\" If language is indeed the measure of our lives, then she has lived one of unparalleled eloquence. For her prose is unquestionably dazzling. Like an alchemist transforming dross to gold, Morrison turns words into living, breathing, shimmering entities, into pulsating colors, vibrant sounds, pungent smells. So vivid is <i>Beloved</i>'s fictional world -- the white staircase in Sethe's house, Denver's boxwood hiding place -- that the reader becomes a part of it. And so acutely are the characters' emotions drawn -- Beloved's bottomless rage, Baby Suggs's bone-tired exhaustion -- that we identify with each of them. Whether writing in narrative form or indulging in occasional poetic riffs, Morrison taps into universal human dilemmas and reaches us at the deepest level.    <p>  This is not to say that her prose is easy. Her convoluted narrative style is often compared with that of fellow Nobel laureate William Faulkner. In <i>Beloved</i>, neither plot nor time is linear. The past overlaps the present; memory -- or \\\"rememory,\\\" as she calls it -- bleeds into every scene. To maintain suspense, Morrison withholds information, but drops clues on every page -- tantalizing hints of Sethe's crime or Beloved's identity. The details accumulate until you find yourself suddenly gasping with comprehension, and then wildly rifling back through the pages to reread earlier scenes that only now make sense.     <p>  Readers intimidated by such complexity might be tempted to skip the book and head straight for the new movie adaptation, which producer Oprah Winfrey and director Jonathan Demme have handled with grace and dexterity. Their lushly photographed film stays faithful to the book's lyricism, dialogue, and memory-driven structure. The casting is ideal: Danny Glover makes an endearing Paul D., and Oprah Winfrey plays Sethe with just the right iron-eyed determination. Although Thandie Newton's portrayal of Beloved is at times over the top -- veering into <i>Exorcist</i> territory -- the uninhibited force she brings to the role is riveting.     <p>  And yet, no film adaptation -- not even one as artistic and insightful as Demme's -- can match the power of Morrison's novel. The movie shares the book's slowly unraveling mystery and its unflinching depictions of slavery, but it loses much, simply due to its medium. Three hours are not nearly enough to cover the array or depth of Morrison's characters. We only skim the surface of Denver, Baby Suggs, Paul D., and others. We never learn the intimate details of their pasts. Nor do we hear their internal dialogue -- so essential in a novel of ever-shifting perspectives. Plenty of vital characters don't appear at all. And the importance of the African-American community -- whose support, or lack thereof, plays such a huge role in all of Morrison's books -- is diminished in the film.     <p>  Though <i>Beloved</i> is Morrison's undisputed masterpiece, all her books are remarkable. Each  bears her trademark touches: elegant prose, fantastical occurrences, striking characters, and racial tension. Her first and perhaps most accessible novel is the short and searing <i>The Bluest Eye</i>, in which a girl is driven mad by her hunger for an unattainable symbol of white beauty -- blue eyes. Her second novel, <i>Sula</i>, is an oft-overlooked gem, a portrait of female friendship between a conformist and a rebel. <i>Song of Solomon</i>, winner of the 1977 National Book Critics Award, distinguishes itself from her other works for its straightforward plot flow and its male protagonist, who must embrace his heritage in order to mature. Although <i>Tar Baby</i>, with its Caribbean setting and its privileged characters -- a pampered black model and a rich white couple among them -- is sometimes considered Morrison's most commercial book, it is as provocative and sumptuously rendered as the rest.  Her most challenging books are her most recent ones: a trilogy of novels (each with a different cast of characters) intended as a retelling of the black experience in America from slavery to the present day.  <i>Jazz</i>, the second in the trilogy after <i>Beloved</i>, evokes a jealous love triangle in early black Harlem, in a literary style as dizzy and ingenious as a Coltrane improvisation. And in <i>Paradise</i>, the third and most controversial of the series, a posse of men from an all-black town descends upon a convent of wayward women to murder the inhabitants. Published earlier this year, <i>Paradise</i> is a complex work that has received plenty of praise, but also substantial criticism. In addition to her seven novels, Morrison has written a play, \\\"Dreaming Emmett,\\\" and a book of essays entitled <i>Playing in the Dark</i>.  <p>  \\\"My job,\\\" she says, \\\"is to make sure whatever journey I invite a reader to, I am there to accompany them, to offer a palm to hold.\\\" And it is our job, as readers, to take that hand and to dive fearlessly into the fictional worlds she has created. To decline Morrison's invitation would be to deprive ourselves of some of the most sublime, transformative literature of our time.<P>&#151;Lilan Patri\"},{\"id\":\"71277952T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"Sacred Life\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"When Toni Morrison was an editor at Random House, she edited <i>The Black Book</i>, an anthology&#47scrapbook of African American history. While working on the book, she ran across a newspaper article about a woman named Margaret Garner, a runaway slave who killed her children, slitting the throat of one and bashing in the skull of the other, to prevent them from being recaptured by the slave hunters hot on their trail. This upside down story of motherly love expressed through child murder haunted Morrison for many years and finally manifest itself in fictional form in her Pulitzer Prize-winning fifth novel, <i>Beloved</i>. A poetic chronicle of slavery and its aftermath, it describes how that inhuman ordeal forced cruel choices and emotional pain on its victims and gave them memories that would possess them long after they were released from their physical bondage. Morrison uses the story to address a key question for black people then and now: How can we let go of the pain of the past and redeem the sacrifices made in the struggle for freedom?<p>  The novel's main character, Sethe, escapes from a plantation where she was viciously abused and perversely cherished by her master for her \\\"skills\\\" as a childbearer. When the slave hunters come looking for her, she kills her infant child to prevent her from becoming a slave. After slavery, Sethe finds work and devotes herself to her surviving daughter, Denver, but is haunted by memories of cruel life on the plantation she escaped and by the vindictive spirit of her murdered infant, Beloved. Paul D., an almost supernaturally charming former slave from the same plantation as Sethe, arrives and temporarily banishes the ghost of the infant Beloved. But Beloved returns in an older and more dangerous form and sets out to destroy Sethe's household by seducing Paul D., driving Denver away from her mother, and feeding on Sethe's body and spirit.<p>  <i>Beloved</i> is both beautiful and elusive: beautiful for its powerful and captivating language, and elusive not just because of its reliance on visions of haints and apparitions, but in its narrative interweaving of the past and present, the physical and the spiritual. For all of its supernatural elements, however, <i>Beloved</i> is most notable as a powerful tribute to the real-life struggles of a generation of black men and women to reconcile the horrors of the past and move on. The spirit of Beloved and the recurring memories of the tribulations Sethe endured on the plantations she    lived on and escaped from were both testaments to the tangibly powerful hold that slavery had on her. 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Scott Fitzgerald </b></hr> <h4><b> Scribner </b></h4> <font size=-1><b> Copyright &copy; 1925 </b></font> <font size=-1><b> Charles Scribner's Sons <BR>All right reserved.</b></font><BR> <font size=-1><b> ISBN&#58; 0-743-24639-X </b></font><BR> <hr noshade size='1'></hr> <BR><h4> Chapter One </h4> In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. <P> \\\"Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,\\\" he told me, \\\"just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.\\\" <P> He didn't say any more but we've always been unusually communicative in a reserved way and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence I'm inclined to reserve all judgements, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought - frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon - for the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. <P> And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction - Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the \\\"creative temperament\\\" - it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No - Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men. <P> My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this middle-western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan and we have a tradition that we're descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today. <P> I never saw this great-uncle but I'm supposed to look like him - with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in Father's office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the warm center of the world the middle-west now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe - so I decided to go east and learn the bond business. Everybody I knew was in the bond business so I supposed it could support one more single man. All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep-school for me and finally said \\\"Why - ye-es\\\" with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance me for a year and after various delays I came east, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two. <P> The practical thing was to find rooms in the city but it was a warm season and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town it sounded like a great idea. He found the house, a weather beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington and I went out to the country alone. I had a dog, at least I had him for a few days until he ran away, and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove. <P> It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road. <P> \\\"How do you get to West Egg Village?\\\" he asked helplessly. <P> I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood. <P> And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees - just as things grow in fast movies - I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. <P> There was so much to read for one thing and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. I bought a dozen volumes on banking and credit and investment securities and they stood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint, promising to unfold the shining secrets that only Midas and Morgan and Maecenas knew. And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides. I was rather literary in college - one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the \\\"Yale News\\\" - and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the \\\"well-rounded\\\" man. This isn't just an epigram - life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all. <P> It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land. Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western Hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound. They are not perfect ovals - like the egg in the Columbus story they are both crushed fiat at the contact end - but their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual confusion to the gulls that fly over-head. To the wingless a more arresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size. <P> I lived at West Egg, the - well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard - it was a factual imitation of some H&ocirc;tel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gatsby's mansion. Or rather, as I didn't know Mr. Gatsby it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name. My own house was an eye-sore, but it was a small eye-sore and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor's lawn and the consoling proximity of millionaires - all for eighty dollars a month. <P> Across the courtesy bay the white places of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans. Daisy was my second cousin once removed and I'd known Tom in college. And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago. <P> Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven - a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterwards savours of anti-climax. His family were enormously wealthy - even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach - but now he'd left Chicago and come east in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for instance he'd brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest. It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that. <P> Why they came east I don't know. They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn't believe it - I had no sight into Daisy's heart but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking a little wistfully for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game. <P> And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial mansion overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens - finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold, and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch. <P> He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he was a sturdy, straw haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body - he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage - a cruel body. <P> His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked - and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts. <P> \\\"Now, don't think my opinion on these matters is final,\\\" he seemed to say, \\\"just because I'm stronger and more of a man than you are.\\\" We were in the same Senior Society and while we were never intimate I always had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own. <P> We talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch. <P> \\\"I've got a nice place here,\\\" he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly. <P> Turning me around by one arm he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half acre of deep pungent roses and a snub-nosed motor boat that bumped the tide off shore. <P> \\\"It belonged to Demaine the oil man.\\\" He turned me around again, politely and abruptly. \\\"We'll go inside.\\\" <P> We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding cake of the ceiling - and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea. <P> The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. <P> The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it - indeed I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in. <P> The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise - she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression - then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. <P> \\\"I'm p-paralyzed with happiness.\\\" <P> She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) <P> At any rate Miss Baker's lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again - the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. <P> I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. <BR><BR><I>Continues...</I></I> <BR> <blockquote><hr noshade size='1'><font size='-2'> Excerpted from <b>The Great Gatsby</b> by <b>F. Scott Fitzgerald </b> Copyright &copy; 1925 by Charles Scribner's Sons.  Excerpted by permission.<BR> All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.<BR>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. </font><hr noshade size='1'></blockquote>\"},{\"id\":\"134994466T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>CHAPTER I</p><p> </p><p>In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,\\\" he told me, \\\"just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>He didn't say any more, but we've always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought-frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.</p><p> </p><p>And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction-Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the \\\"creative temperament\\\"-it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No-Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>* * *</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that weÕre descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfatherÕs brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.</p><p> </p><p>I never saw this great-uncle, but I'm supposed to look like him-with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father's office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counterraid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the warm center of the world, the Middle West now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe-so I decided to go East and learn the bond business. Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it could support one more single man. All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said, \\\"Why-ye-es,\\\" with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.</p><p> </p><p>The practical thing was to find rooms in the city, but it was a warm season, and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town, it sounded like a great idea. He found the house, a weather-beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington, and I went out to the country alone. I had a dog-at least I had him for a few days until he ran away-and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman, who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.</p><p> </p><p>It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"How do you get to West Egg Village?\\\" he asked helplessly.</p><p> </p><p>I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.</p><p> </p><p>And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.</p><p> </p><p>There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. I bought a dozen volumes on banking and credit and investment securities, and they stood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint, promising to unfold the shining secrets that only Midas and Morgan and M¾cenas knew. And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides. I was rather literary in college-one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the Yale News-and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the \\\"well-rounded man.\\\" This isn't just an epigram-life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.</p><p> </p><p>It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York-and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land. Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound. They are not perfect ovals-like the egg in the Columbus story, they are both crushed flat at the contact end-but their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual confusion to the gulls that fly overhead. To the wingless a more arresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.</p><p> </p><p>I lived at West Egg, the-well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard-it was a factual imitation of some H™tel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming-pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gatsby's mansion. Or, rather, as I didn't know Mr. Gatsby, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name. My own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor's lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires-all for eighty dollars a month.</p><p> </p><p>Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans. Daisy was my second cousin once removed, and I'd known Tom in college. And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago.</p><p> </p><p>Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven-a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anticlimax. His family were enormously wealthy-even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach-but now he'd left Chicago and come East in a fashion that rather took your breath away; for instance, he'd brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest. It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that.</p><p> </p><p>Why they came East I don't know. They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn't believe it-I had no sight into Daisy's heart, but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.</p><p> </p><p>And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens-finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch.</p><p> </p><p>He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body-he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage-a cruel body.</p><p> </p><p>His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked-and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"Now, don't think my opinion on these matters is final,\\\" he seemed to say, \\\"just because I'm stronger and more of a man than you are.\\\" We were in the same senior society, and while we were never intimate I always had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own.</p><p> </p><p>We talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I've got a nice place here,\\\" he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly.</p><p> </p><p>Turning me around by one arm, he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half-acre of deep, pungent roses, and a snub-nosed motor-boat that bumped the tide offshore.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"It belonged to Demaine, the oilman.\\\" He turned me around again, politely and abruptly. \\\"We'll go inside.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.</p><p> </p><p>The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.</p><p> </p><p>The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eye she gave no hint of it-indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in.</p><p> </p><p>The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise-she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression-then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room.</p><p> </p><p>\\\"I'm p-paralyzed with happiness.\\\"</p><p> </p><p>She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.)</p>\"},{\"id\":\"126483206T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<b>from the INTRODUCTION by Malcolm Bradbury</b><br/><br/> <i>“The uncertainties of 1919 were over – there seemed little doubt about what was going to happen – America was going on the greatest, gaudiest spree in history and there was going to be plenty to tell about it. The whole golden boom was in the air – its splendid generosities, its outrageous corruptions and the tortuous death struggle of the old America in prohibition. All the stories that came into my head had a touch of disaster in them.”</i> --F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Early Success” (1937)<br/><br/> No writer ever set out more determinedly to capture and condense in fiction the tone, the style, the spirit, the noise, the excitement, the hope and the despair of his own decade than Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald. The decade was, of course, the American 1920s—the era when, in the wake of the Great War, the United States became modern and a leading world power, and in an era of economic boom and unprecedented change the nation entered on what Fitzgerald himself tagged the “greatest, gaudiest spree in history.” The great, gaudy spree was not merely something that Fitzgerald observed and then wrote about. Beside his flamboyant wife Zelda, herself a Fitzgerald flapper heroine and the obvious source for the headstrong new women who populate his five novels and his many short stories, Fitzgerald went on to live out the times as a great and glorious spectacle. He gave himself so thoroughly to the task, that it all became personal; on behalf of Ameicans at large, Fitzgerald publicly performed the Twenties. From the moment when his first novel, <i>This Side of Paradise,</i> came out in 1920, just as the new decade started, to win immediate success because it seemed so exactly to voice the spirit, hopes and anxieties of the new post-war generation, he became a cultural icon, an embodiment of what was happening. “I who knew less of New York than any reporter of six months standing and less of its society than any hall-room boy in a Ritz stag line, was pushed into the position not only of spokesman for the time but of the typical product of the same moment,” he noted later. So it was Fitzgerald who ensured that the more frankly sexual and independent young men-women of this golden age were known as “flappers,” and that the age itself acquired, from the sound of its most novel and freewheeling music, the title of “the jazz age.” It was he who could be counted on to bring to fiction the new songs and dances, the new hairstyles, the new manners and mores of dating and petting, the glitz of the new urban amusements, the style of the decades’ parties, he who could voice the disillusionment of the young with their elders and sense the shifting rhythms of excitement and unease that belonged to a decade that was, more than most, in rapid and modernizing transition and, more than most, in a state of apocalyptic anxiety. <br/><br/>In a famous essay, “The Crack-Up,” written in the mid-1930s when the bubble had burst and his younger generation was no longer young and no longer carelessly wealthy, he summed up this singular identification between writer and times. The historical development of America from the weary decadence of the immediately post-war years, through the rising excitements of growing wealth, change and excess, represented, he said, his own psychic curve. The Great Crash of 1929, when the whole flimsy structure suddenly settled earthward, and the free credit was called in, was the exact analogy of his own and Zelda’s breakdown, when the psychic price was paid. The grim political assessments of the Depression Thirties, when glitter gave way to breadlines and dancing gave way to dustbowl, was the match for his onw bitter and struggling endeavor to put his spiritual and historical house in  rder. Unlike some other American writers, who had watched the shift from expatriation in Paris, Fitzgerald had been no distant observer of the great American change. It was nothing less than the story of his own life, his <i>parvenu </i>expectations, his obsession with success, fame, glittering wealth and beauty—and his rising sense of disaster, because he had the steady Calvinistic feeling that for all these amusements and fragile splendours there was an ultimate, and inward, price that would duly have to be paid. <br/><br/>Yet so lovingly had Fitzgerald given himself over to the great gaudy bubble that for a long time the critics doubted him and his works; indeed he came to doubt them himself. They saw him chiefly as a stylish chronicler, a literary popularizer, a writer so thoroughly immersed in the unworthy dreams of an age that, in retrospect, seemed so politically naïve and economically foolish that its discredit often became his. He was a writer who had involved himself so deeply with the themes and dreams, the extravagances and wastes, of an uncriticial age that he never himself found the time or the artistic strength to stand back, to examine, to criticize, and certainly not to produce a fully serious, detached and considered work of art. To a certain point (he acknowledged as much himself), the charges were deserved. No writer was apparently more willing to be taken along by the seductive rhythms of success and popular adulation. None granted more to the special and yet specious wonder of the American rich, the grandees of a time of confident American power, nor fell more readily under the sexual spell of its exotic, expensive and often self-destructive women. None seemed more wasteful of his own evident charm, more careless of his own obvious talent. Much of what he wrote seemed a writing of glitzy surfaces, deliberately designed for impermanence. This story was written, he was happy to suggest, to pay for the champagne at one of his famous and newsworthy parties; that novel was produced at speed to equip Zelda with the expensive squirrel coat that she craved and, since craving had to be satisfied, really had to have. As even his good friend Edmund Wilson, who had discovered his promising talents when both were students at Princeton, once said, “he has been given imagination without intellectual control of it; he has been given the desire for beauty without an aesthetic ideal; and he has been given a gift for expression without many ideas to express.” <br/><br/>This view of Fitzgerald persisted well after his early death from alcoholism in Hollywood in 1940, when he had been doing boring work as a screenwriter and when his reputation had fallen low. In 1951, Arthur Mizener produced an excellent and important biography, <i>The Far Side of Paradise, </i>which, along with other studies of the time, did much to rehabilitate his reputation as one of the great modern American writers. Yet the book takes the form of a Modernist tragedy (indeed, with the suicide of Ernest Hemingway in 1961, it increasingly came to seem that most of the tales of the major American novelists of the 1920s took the shape of a tragedy). Mizener’s version seemed to confirm Fitzgerald’s own dictum that there are no second acts in American lives. His Fitzgerald is an American dreamer who squanders his talents, loses his way, finds himself trapped in an unhappy marriage which was to culminate in Zelda’s final madness, caught in a world of bills, economic and emotional, that proved too great ever to pay. He was a man who admitted himself, using a favorite economic analogy, that all his investments had gone wrong, who had “been drawing on resources that I did not possess, . . . mortgaging myself physically and spiritually up to the hilt.” His writing came from a singular identification with the life of his times – “my material” – but the demands of popular fiction persistently discouraged him from seriousness. In later life his powers cracked, and he became, in Hemingway’s famous and condescending phrase, “poor Fitzgerald.” It was a familiar American literary tragedy, the story of the writer who always meant to write something “maybe great,” but granted too much to his own glossy, impermanent culture, and who therefore could never acquire the detachment, the originality, to achieve what his talent and ambitions seemed to promise.<br/><br/>To a considerable extent this still remains the “myth” of Fitzgerald, the myth that sees him as what Lionel Trilling once called him, the “maimed hero” of modern writing. It has encouraged the still very common view that of the truly important and genuinely radical modern writers—Hemignway, Stein, Faulkner, Dos Passos—who emerged in the United States during the remarkable literary decade of the 1920s, when the American novel was totally transformed and when it acquired the dignity and character of a true world literature, Fitzgerald, though of the greatest representative importance, was one of the most profligate and least realized authors of the generation. So, where Hemingway, through style, achieved a pure and hard perfection of modernist prose, and Faulkner and Dos Passos, through complex formal experiment, achieved the experimental radicalism of modernist vision, Fitzgerald was to stay the eternal amateur who never mastered what his talent and imagination offered. It is certainly true that Fitzgerald was one of the less obviously experimental writers of experimental times; but that was largely because he made the first object of his experiment not the literary text, rather life itself in an experimental time which he sought to understand in its contradiction and complexity. For Fitzgerald, style in life and style in art were always to be inextricably interwoven, and his writing is in endless passage from one to the other. It is of course entirely true that, of the many short stories Fitzgerald wrote and indeed lived by, many were slight and trivial. It is also true that, of the five novels he wrote, the first two—<i>This Side of Paradise </i>and <i>The Beautiful and Damned,</i> so popular in their time—were works of youthful charm but indulgent and imperfect method, while the last two –the brilliant <i>Tender Is the Night</i> and the final <i>The Last Tycoon</i>, which were largely disliked in their time—were works of vast ambition that were nonetheless, for different reasons, never truly finished. This, however, still leaves us with a good deal worthy of the highest respect. There remain many remarkable short stories, some cunning and subtle criticism and commentary, of which the once despised “Crack-Up” essays are a distinguished example, and one novel so perfect that it surely stands among the finest of twentieth-century American novels. That book, the book T. S. Elio called “the first step the American novel has taken since Henry James,” the book that in fact offers the most profound and critical summing up we have of the ironies and disorders behind the wonderful glow of the Twenties, the great novel of the American Dream in its modern condition, was <i>The Great Gatsby. </i><br/>  <br/>  . . . <br/>\"},{\"id\":\"68664673T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"CHAPTER I</p><p>&#160;</p><p>In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,\\\" he told me, \\\"just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He didn't say any more, but we've always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought-frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction-Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the \\\"creative temperament\\\"-it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No-Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>&#160;</p><p>* * *</p><p>&#160;</p><p>&#160;</p><p>My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we're descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>I never saw this great-uncle, but I'm supposed to look like him-with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father's office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counterraid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the warm center of the world, the Middle West now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe-so I decided to go East and learn the bond business. Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it could support one more single man. All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said, \\\"Why-ye-es,\\\" with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>The practical thing was to find rooms in the city, but it was a warm season, and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town, it sounded like a great idea. He found the house, a weather-beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington, and I went out to the country alone. I had a dog-at least I had him for a few days until he ran away-and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman, who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"How do you get to West Egg Village?\\\" he asked helplessly.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. I bought a dozen volumes on banking and credit and investment securities, and they stood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint, promising to unfold the shining secrets that only Midas and Morgan and M&frac34;cenas knew. And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides. I was rather literary in college-one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the Yale News-and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the \\\"well-rounded man.\\\" This isn't just an epigram-life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York-and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land. Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound. They are not perfect ovals-like the egg in the Columbus story, they are both crushed flat at the contact end-but their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual confusion to the gulls that fly overhead. To the wingless a more arresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>I lived at West Egg, the-well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard-it was a factual imitation of some H&trade;tel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming-pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gatsby's mansion. Or, rather, as I didn't know Mr. Gatsby, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name. My own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor's lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires-all for eighty dollars a month.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans. Daisy was my second cousin once removed, and I'd known Tom in college. And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven-a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anticlimax. His family were enormously wealthy-even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach-but now he'd left Chicago and come East in a fashion that rather took your breath away; for instance, he'd brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest. It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Why they came East I don't know. They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn't believe it-I had no sight into Daisy's heart, but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens-finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body-he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage-a cruel body.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked-and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Now, don't think my opinion on these matters is final,\\\" he seemed to say, \\\"just because I'm stronger and more of a man than you are.\\\" We were in the same senior society, and while we were never intimate I always had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>We talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I've got a nice place here,\\\" he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Turning me around by one arm, he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half-acre of deep, pungent roses, and a snub-nosed motor-boat that bumped the tide offshore.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"It belonged to Demaine, the oilman.\\\" He turned me around again, politely and abruptly. \\\"We'll go inside.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eye she gave no hint of it-indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise-she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression-then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I'm p-paralyzed with happiness.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.)</p>\"},{\"id\":\"3366530T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<p>CHAPTER I</p><p>&#160;</p><p>In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,\\\" he told me, \\\"just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He didn't say any more, but we've always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought-frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction-Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the \\\"creative temperament\\\"-it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No-Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>&#160;</p><p>* * *</p><p>&#160;</p><p>&#160;</p><p>My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we&Otilde;re descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather&Otilde;s brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>I never saw this great-uncle, but I'm supposed to look like him-with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father's office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counterraid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the warm center of the world, the Middle West now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe-so I decided to go East and learn the bond business. Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it could support one more single man. All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said, \\\"Why-ye-es,\\\" with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>The practical thing was to find rooms in the city, but it was a warm season, and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town, it sounded like a great idea. He found the house, a weather-beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington, and I went out to the country alone. I had a dog-at least I had him for a few days until he ran away-and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman, who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"How do you get to West Egg Village?\\\" he asked helplessly.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. I bought a dozen volumes on banking and credit and investment securities, and they stood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint, promising to unfold the shining secrets that only Midas and Morgan and M&frac34;cenas knew. And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides. I was rather literary in college-one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the Yale News-and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the \\\"well-rounded man.\\\" This isn't just an epigram-life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York-and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land. Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound. They are not perfect ovals-like the egg in the Columbus story, they are both crushed flat at the contact end-but their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual confusion to the gulls that fly overhead. To the wingless a more arresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>I lived at West Egg, the-well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard-it was a factual imitation of some H&trade;tel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming-pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gatsby's mansion. Or, rather, as I didn't know Mr. Gatsby, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name. My own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor's lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires-all for eighty dollars a month.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans. Daisy was my second cousin once removed, and I'd known Tom in college. And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven-a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anticlimax. His family were enormously wealthy-even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach-but now he'd left Chicago and come East in a fashion that rather took your breath away; for instance, he'd brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest. It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Why they came East I don't know. They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn't believe it-I had no sight into Daisy's heart, but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens-finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body-he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage-a cruel body.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked-and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"Now, don't think my opinion on these matters is final,\\\" he seemed to say, \\\"just because I'm stronger and more of a man than you are.\\\" We were in the same senior society, and while we were never intimate I always had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>We talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I've got a nice place here,\\\" he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>Turning me around by one arm, he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half-acre of deep, pungent roses, and a snub-nosed motor-boat that bumped the tide offshore.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"It belonged to Demaine, the oilman.\\\" He turned me around again, politely and abruptly. \\\"We'll go inside.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eye she gave no hint of it-indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise-she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression-then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room.</p><p>&#160;</p><p>\\\"I'm p-paralyzed with happiness.\\\"</p><p>&#160;</p><p>She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.)</p>\"},{\"id\":\"1115585T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"Edwin C. Clark\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\". . . It expresses one phase of the great grotesque spectacle of our American scene.  It is humor, irony, ribaldry, pathos and loveliness. . . . A curious book, a mystical, glamorous story of today.  It takes a deeper cut at life than hitherto has been essayed by Mr. Fitzgerald.  He writes well -- he always has -- for he writes naturally, and his sense of form is becoming perfected. -- <i>Books of the Century; New York Times</i> review, April 1925\"},{\"id\":\"125174915T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"“Virtuosic . . . Both imperfect and sublime . . . I’ve read and loved <i>Gatsby</i> for a very long time. . . . I’ve always loved it because it shows that Fitzgerald understood unfairness. . . . I cannot imagine a more persuasive and readable book about lost illusions, class, White Americans in the 1920s, and the perils and vanity of assimilation. . . . I turn to <i>Gatsby</i> because it gives me the sober wisdom to imagine and revise my own American dream, and for that, it has a lasting hold.” &#8213;<b>Min Jin Lee, from the Introduction<br/><br/></b>“One of the most quintessentially American novels ever written.” &#8213;<b><i>Time</i><br/>  <br/> </b>“The American masterwork, the finest work of fiction by any of this country’s writers.” &#8213;<b><i>The Washington Post</i></b><br/><br/>“No novel has more thrillingly portrayed the corrupting obsessions of love and money. . . . The romantic myth of self-creation speaks deeply to readers. . . . The prose, sentence by gorgeous sentence, goes down like spun sugar.” —<b>George Packer, <i>The Atlantic</i>, “The Great American Novels”</b>\"},{\"id\":\"120144603T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<b>Praise for <i>The Great Gatsby</i><br><br> \\\"A curious book, a mystical, glamourous story of today.\\\" —<i>The New York Times</i><br><br> “One of the most quintessentially American novels ever written.” &#8213;<i>Time</i><br>  <br> “The American masterwork, the finest work of fiction by any of this country’s writers.” &#8213;<i>The Washington Post</i><br><br> \\\"Leaves the reader in a mood of chastened wonder . . . A revelation of life . . . A work of art.\\\" —<i>Los Angeles Times</i><br><br> \\\"A remarkable book. . . . It has interested and excited me more than any new novel I have seen, either English or American, for a number of years. . . . . It seems to me to be the first step that American fiction has taken since Henry James.\\\" —T.S. Eliot.<br><br> \\\"There are many novels which claim that they are the greatest love story of all time. It is only in the case of this novel that that statement can be applied and be true.\\\" —<i>The Guardian</i><br><br> \\\"Fascinating . . . His style fairly scintillates, and with a genuine brilliance; he writes surely and soundly.\\\" —<i>New York Post</i></b><br><br><b>\\\"Were you to lay this thing out by the sentence, it’d be as close as an array of words could get to strands of pearls. “The cab stopped at one slice in a long white cake of apartment-houses”? That line alone is almost enough to make me quit typing for the rest of my life.</b>\\\" —<i><b>The Paris Review</b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"134284838T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"It is humor, irony, ribaldry, pathos, and loveliness...A curious book, a mystical, glamorous story of today.\\\"</p>- New York Times, April 1925<br/><br/><p>\\\"Leaves the reader in a mood of chastened wonder, in which fact after fact, implication after implication is pondered over, weighed, and measured. And when all are linked together, the weight of the story as a revelation of life and as a work of art becomes apparent.\\\"</p>- Los Angeles Times, May 1925<br/><br/><p>\\\"The finest work of fiction by any of this country's writers.\\\"</p>- Washington Post<br/><br/><p>\\\"In astonishingly beautiful, layered prose, what Scott Fitzgerald manages to do is to replicate some of the mystery of what it is to be human...One of those rare books that you can read at different times in your life, and each time it'll do something different to you.\\\"</p>- The Independent (London)<br/><br/><p>\\\"Now we have an American masterpiece in its final form: the original crystal has shaped itself into the true diamond. This is the novel as Fitzgerald wished it to be, and so it is what we have dreamed of, sleeping and waking.\\\"</p>- James Dickey, National Book Award-winning poet<br/><br/><p>\\\"A portrait of the Jazz Age in all of its decadence and excess, <em>Gatsby</em> captured the spirit of the author's generation and earned itself a permanent place in American mythology.\\\"</p>- Amazon.com\"},{\"id\":\"131534777T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"Fitzgerald's slim tale of the jazz age became the most celebrated and beloved novel in the American canon. It's more than an American classic; it's become a defining document of the national psyche, a creation myth, the Rosetta Stone of the American dream\\\" -Jay McInerney, <i>The Observer</i><br/><br/>\\\"Fitzgerald's novel is a portal to the savage heart of the human spirit, affords a glimpse at our humanity and wonders at our enormous capacity to dream, to imagine, to hope and to persevere\\\" -Anne O'Neill, <i>The Irish Times</i></p>\"},{\"id\":\"114786561T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"6\",\"text\":\"\\\"More than an American classic; it's become a defining document of the national psyche, a creation myth, the Rosetta Stone of the American dream.\\\"- The Guardian<br/><br/>\\\"A classic, perhaps the supreme American novel.\\\"- The Sunday Times (London)<br/><br/>\\\"<em>The Great Gatsby</em> is still as fresh as when it first appeared; it has even gained in weight and relevance, which can be said of very few American books of its time.\\\"- Lionel Trilling<br/><br/>\\\"It has interested and excited me more than any new novel I have seen, either English or American, for years.\\\"- T. S. Eliot to Fitzgerald<br/><br/>\\\"I'm a sucker for efficiency. This book gets so much out of what is, ultimately, a rather slim story. I adore it.\\\"- Ta-Nehisi Coates\"},{\"id\":\"118763366T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"7\",\"text\":\"<p>“[Fitzgerald] had one of the rarest qualities in all literature—charm. It’s not a matter of pretty writing or clear style. It’s a kind of subdued magic, controlled and exquisite, the sort of thing you get from good string quartets.” </p><br/> - <b><i>Raymond Chandler</i></b><p>“[Gatsby’s] exuberant ambitions and his abrupt tragedy have merged with the story of America, in its self-creation and its failure.”  - <b><i>The New Yorker</i></b></p><p>“Fitzgerald’s novel is a portal to the savage heart of the human spirit, affords a glimpse at our humanity and wonders at our enormous capacity to dream, to imagine, to hope and to persevere.”  - <b><i>Irish Times</i></b></p><p>“[<em>Gatsby</em>] is a celebration of intemperance, and a condemnation of its destructiveness. It is about trying to recapture our fleeting joys, about the fugitive nature of delight. It is a tribute to possibility, and a dirge about disappointment. It is a book in which the glory of imagination smacks into the grimness of real life.”  - <b><i>The Guardian</i></b></p><p>“A stunning illumination of the world, not only a miracle of talent but a triumph of technique.”  - <b><i>Richard Yates</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"131545208T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"8\",\"text\":\"\\\"Virtuosic . . . Both imperfect and sublime . . . I've read and loved <i>Gatsby</i> for a very long time. . . . I've always loved it because it shows that Fitzgerald understood unfairness. . . . I cannot imagine a more persuasive and readable book about lost illusions, class, White Americans in the 1920s, and the perils and vanity of assimilation. . . . I turn to <i>Gatsby</i> because it gives me the sober wisdom to imagine and revise my own American dream, and for that, it has a lasting hold.\\\" &#8213;<b>Min Jin Lee, from the Introduction <p/></b>\\\"One of the most quintessentially American novels ever written.\\\" &#8213;<b><i>Time</i> <p/> </b>\\\"The American masterwork, the finest work of fiction by any of this country's writers.\\\" &#8213;<b><i>The Washington Post</i></b> <p/>\\\"No novel has more thrillingly portrayed the corrupting obsessions of love and money. . . . The romantic myth of self-creation speaks deeply to readers. . . . The prose, sentence by gorgeous sentence, goes down like spun sugar.\\\" --<b>George Packer, <i>The Atlantic</i>, \\\"The Great American Novels\\\"</b>\"},{\"id\":\"134284837T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"9\",\"text\":\"London Times Pick<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"127476493T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"  <span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>    Considered by many to be the greatest novel of all time, the story of Jay Gatsby is an expertly crafted novel of class divides, moral depravity and the death of the American Dream set in the 1920s. </p>  \"},{\"id\":\"133180054T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>    Considered by many to be the greatest novel of all time, the story of Jay Gatsby is an expertly crafted novel of class divides, moral depravity and the death of the American Dream set in the 1920s. </p>\"},{\"id\":\"132403609T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Considered by many to be the greatest novel of all time. Set against the bopping back drop of the Jazz Age, the story of Jay Gatsby and his lover Daisy is truly timeless. Just as relevant now as when it was written, it's the story of class divides, moral depravity and the death of the American Dream.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"48098590T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<i>This Scribner reading group guide for</i> <b>The Great Gatsby</b> <i>includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.</i><BR> <BR> <b>Introduction</b><BR> <BR> <i>The Great Gatsby</i>, one of the classics of twentieth-century literature, brings to life America&rsquo;s Jazz Age, when, as <i>The New York Times</i> puts it, &ldquo;gin was the national drink and sex the national obsession.&rdquo; Nick Carraway, a Yale graduate and veteran of the Great War, moves to Long Island in the spring of 1922, eager to leave his native Middle West behind. He rents a tiny house in West Egg, dwarfed by a mansion owned by the most celebrated host of the season, Jay Gatsby. Everyone loves to drink and dance at Gatsby&rsquo;s legendary parties, and everyone loves to gossip about Gatsby&rsquo;s secret past. Directly across the bay in the tonier town of East Egg lies the home of Nick&rsquo;s beautiful cousin and her millionaire husband&#58; Daisy and Tom Buchanan. When Nick starts dating Daisy&rsquo;s friend, the famed but deceitful golfer Jordan Baker, he finds himself caught up in a different romance&#58; Gatsby begs for a reintroduction to Daisy. Gatsby and Daisy fell in love years ago, but the war and Tom Buchanan came between them. As the love triangle of Daisy, Tom, and Gatsby resurfaces &#8211; and Tom&rsquo;s mistress, Myrtle, grows desperate with jealousy &#8211; Nick finds himself missing the plains of the Middle West, where hope can thrive in a wider landscape.<BR> <BR> <b><u>Discussion Questions</u></b><BR> <BR> The discussion questions and activities particularly address the following English Language Arts Common Core State Standards&#58; (RL.9-10.1) (RL.9-10.2) (RL.9-10.3) (RL.9-10.10) (RL.11-12.1) (RL.11-12.2) (RL.11-12.3) (RL.11-12.9) (RK.11-12.10)<BR> <BR> 1. On page one, Nick Carraway, the narrator, quotes his father, &ldquo;Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you&rsquo;ve had.&rdquo; Later, Nick adds, &ldquo;In consequence, I&rsquo;m inclined to reserve all judgments.&rdquo; Discuss how characters throughout the story judge one another, fairly or unfairly. What does Nick mean by his belief that &ldquo;reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope&rdquo;?<BR> <BR> 2. Nick describes East Egg and West Egg in chapter one. Discuss the differences between the Buchanan and Gatsby mansions. How does Fitzgerald&rsquo;s language hint at the tension between the &ldquo;old money&rdquo; class and the nouveau riche?<BR> <BR> 3. Appearances play a significant role in <i>The Great Gatsby</i>. Discuss your first impressions of Nick, Tom, Daisy, and Jordan. What specific lines of dialogue or gestures begin to reveal their true characters? Daisy confides to Nick that she&rsquo;s &ldquo;&lsquo;had a very bad time . . . and I&rsquo;m pretty cynical about everything.&rsquo;&rdquo; What does it mean to be cynical? How does cynicism appear throughout the story?<BR> <BR> 4. Discuss the role and treatment of women in the novel. Daisy tells Nick that upon the birth of her daughter she said&#58; &ldquo;I&rsquo;m glad it&rsquo;s a girl. And I hope she&rsquo;ll be a fool&#8212;that&rsquo;s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.&rdquo; Do you think Daisy believes what she says? What does Nick mean when he states, &ldquo;&lsquo;Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply&rsquo;&rdquo;?<BR> <BR> 5. Rumor, innuendo, fabrications, and speculations pervade the story, especially around the true identity of Jay Gatsby. Daisy brings up Nick&rsquo;s engagement to a girl &ldquo;out West.&rdquo; Nick replies that it&rsquo;s &ldquo;libel.&rdquo; Daisy rejects Nick&rsquo;s straightforward response by exclaiming, &ldquo;&lsquo;We heard it from three people, so it must be true.&rsquo;&rdquo; Discuss how Daisy&rsquo;s insistence relates to the way untruths and false information permeate today&rsquo;s society.<BR> <BR> 6. At chapter one&rsquo;s conclusion, Nick witnesses Gatsby reaching across the bay toward a single green light. This light has come to be one of the most enduring symbols in twentieth-century literature. What does the green light represent to Gatsby in this part of the story as compared to its symbolic meaning near the end of the book? Discuss other recurring symbols in the text, including the eyes of Dr. T. J. Eckleburg; the colors white and yellow; and New York City.<BR> <BR> 7. People flock to Gatsby&rsquo;s parties compelled by the stories they&rsquo;ve heard of their mysterious host. Discuss Nick&rsquo;s observations of these people&#58; &ldquo;It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who had found little that it was necessary to whisper about in the world.&rdquo; How does Gatsby encourage the rumors surrounding his true identity? What affectations does Gatsby employ to protect the fa&#231;ade? How does the man with the owl-eyed spectacles foreshadow that Gatsby is not who he claims to be? How and why does Nick see through Gatsby&rsquo;s pretense from the start? Although Nick seems somewhat immune to gossip, how do his observations betray his apparent detachment?<BR> <BR> 8. Discuss the role of class in the novel. How do Tom and his friends condescend to those whom they determine are below them? Gatsby strives to be accepted by Tom and the East Egg residents, but they look upon him and his outward displays of wealth. How does this scorn reveal their hypocrisy? Discuss the character of Myrtle Wilson. How does she adopt the snobbery of the upper classes? In the New York apartment, Nick notices &ldquo;The intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage was converted into impressive hauteur.&rdquo; What does hauteur represent to Myrtle? When Myrtle says Daisy&rsquo;s name out loud, Tom breaks her nose. Why does he feel entitled to enact violence on Myrtle?<BR> <BR> 9. Although <i>The Great Gatsby</i> is set in the 1920s during the Prohibition Era, many scenes feature alcohol. What commentary might the author be making in regard to how drinking affects human relationships? How does alcohol play a role in the Plaza scene? During the Prohibition Era it was illegal to purchase, sell, or drink alcohol, but booze flows freely in East and West Egg, as well as in NYC. How is this an example of privilege?<BR> <BR> 10. Why does Gatsby care about Nick&rsquo;s opinion of him? While Nick believes that Gatsby is lying about his past, he is still drawn to him. Why is Nick so fascinated by Gatsby? How is this fascination with Gatsby&rsquo;s life story for Nick &ldquo;like skimming hastily through a dozen magazines&rdquo;? As Gatsby and Nick drive into New York City, Nick thinks, &ldquo;&lsquo;Anything can happen now that we&rsquo;ve slid over this bridge . . . anything at all.&rsquo; Even Gatsby could happen, without any particular wonder.&rdquo; What does Nick mean by &ldquo;Even Gatsby could happen&rdquo;?<BR> <BR> 11. Ethnographic stereotyping occurs throughout <i>The Great Gatsby</i>, and references to racist and white supremacist ideologies are introduced in chapter one&#58; &ldquo;It&rsquo;s up to us, who are the dominant race, to watch out or these other races will have control of things.&rdquo; In addition to Tom&rsquo;s embrace of &ldquo;Nordic&rdquo; supremacy, anti-Semitic descriptions of Meyer Wolfsheim and his secretary appear disturbing and out-of-touch to the twenty-first-century reader. Discuss the overt language and stereotypical imagery that Fitzgerald employs. What purpose, if any, does the language serve to reveal character? What does it tell you about this period in time in which the novel was first published?<BR> <BR> 12. In chapter five, Gatsby and Daisy are reunited in Nick&rsquo;s cottage. Discuss how each character reacts on this occasion. How does Gatsby reveal his insecurities? How does the author use the weather as a metaphor for their emotions? Gatsby believes that Daisy has only truly loved <i>him</i>, yet he goes to extremes to impress her. Why do you think that is? What do you think Daisy means in Gatsby&rsquo;s room when she says, &ldquo;&lsquo;They&rsquo;re such beautiful shirts. . . . It makes me sad because I&rsquo;ve never seen such&#8212;such beautiful shirts before.&rsquo;&rdquo; Gatsby shows Daisy news clippings he has collected about her that. In what other ways has Gatsby&rsquo;s love or infatuation for Daisy become an obsession?<BR> <BR> 13. In chapter six, Nick wonders why the &ldquo;inventions&rdquo; surrounding Gatsby&rsquo;s identity &ldquo;were a source of satisfaction&rdquo; to James Gatz. The reader learns that then seventeen-year-old James Gatz concocted &ldquo;The most grotesque and fantastic conceits [that] haunted him in his bed at night.&rdquo; Discuss the following line in relation to Gatz&rsquo;s early machinations for a different life&#58; &ldquo;For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy&rsquo;s wing.&rdquo; How does the phrase &ldquo;unreality of reality&rdquo; relate to aspects of twenty-first-century life in America?<BR> <BR> 14. In chapter six, how does Tom&rsquo;s and Daisy&rsquo;s presence at the party illuminate differences between the old-moneyed families, represented by the Buchanans, and the newly moneyed, represented by Gatsby and certain partygoers, including movie producers, celebrities, and bootleggers. How does Tom reveal his disdain for Gatsby, and by association his condescension for people he deems below him? Why does Gatsby insist on introducing Tom as &ldquo;the polo player,&rdquo; and why does Tom say, &ldquo;&lsquo;I&rsquo;d a little rather not be the polo player&rdquo;? At the end of the evening, Nick surmises that the party &ldquo;offended&rdquo; Daisy, noting, &ldquo;She was appalled by West Egg, this unprecedented &lsquo;place&rsquo; that Broadway had begotten upon a Long Island fishing village&#8212;appalled by its raw vigor that chafed under the old euphemisms and by the too obtrusive fate that herded its inhabitants along a short-cut from nothing to nothing. She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.&rdquo; Discuss the meaning of this complex sentence, and rephrase it using simpler terms.<BR> <BR> 15. Hopes and dreams figure prominently in <i>The Great Gatsby</i>. Toward chapter six&rsquo;s conclusion, Gatsby feels bereft after Daisy leaves the party. Although he convinces himself that he can re-create the past and marry Daisy, the illusion begins to crumble. How does the &ldquo;desolate path of fruit rinds and discarded favors and crushed flowers&rdquo; foreshadow the shattering of Gatsby&rsquo;s dreams?<BR> <BR> 16. The story&rsquo;s tone abruptly shifts at the start of chapter seven. Gatsby has fired his servants, and the parties are no more. Discuss the simile &ldquo;So the whole caravansary had fallen in like a card house at the disapproval in her eyes.&rdquo; Why are the parties and staff no longer necessary to Gatsby? Discuss how Tom confronts Gatsby in the Plaza suite, as well as Daisy&rsquo;s ultimate betrayal by choosing Tom over Gatsby. Why does Daisy&rsquo;s admission of her love for Tom &ldquo;bite physically&rdquo; into Gatsby?<BR> <BR> 16. What does Nick mean in writing that Jordan, &ldquo;Unlike Daisy, was too wise to ever carry<BR> <BR> well-forgotten dreams from age to age&rdquo;? Ultimately, why do you think Daisy chose Tom over Gatsby? Given the corruption of Gatsby&rsquo;s life, why is his dream &ldquo;incorruptible&rdquo;? What are Gatsby&rsquo;s dreams? Discuss how Gatsby&rsquo;s need to fulfill these dreams destroyed him in the end.<BR> <BR> 17. When Mr. Wilson, distraught with grief, stares out at the eyes of Dr. T. J. Eckleburg, he says, &ldquo;&lsquo;God sees everything.&rsquo;&rdquo; What message can you glean from this simple statement? What comment do you think the author is trying to make by equating God with an advertisement?<BR> <BR> 18. As Nick says goodbye to Gatsby during what will be the last time he sees him alive, he says, &ldquo;&lsquo;They&rsquo;re a rotten crowd . . . you&rsquo;re worth the whole damn bunch put together.&rsquo;&rdquo; Do you agree or disagree with Nick? Do you think Nick really believes this? Explain your answers.<BR> <BR> 19. Discuss the final three paragraphs of the book. How is this conclusion a statement on the dangers and delusions of holding on to the past? Explain your answer.<BR> <BR> <b><u>Extension Activities</u></b><BR> <BR> <b>1. A Sense of Place</b><BR> <BR> The various settings in <i>The Great Gatsby</i> provide Fitzgerald with opportunities to describe each place in detail and also to reveal the class contrasts so foundational to the narrative. Read the following analyses of the various settings in the story&#58; https&#58;//www.bbc.co.uk/bitesize/guides/z48cqp3/revision/1.<BR> <BR> Then place students in small groups; assign each one a setting. Create a class mural that depicts key imagery from each setting; if available to you, consider working with the art department to help with design and supplies. For example, the East Egg section of the mural might contain the Buchanan interior that Nick first visits in chapter one, the green light, or the expansive rose garden. The valley of ashes might include the train line, Wilson&rsquo;s garage, and the Doctor T. J. Eckleburg billboard. Encourage students to layer words and phrases into their sections of the mural in addition to significant images. Allow time for each group to present their section.<BR> <BR> <b>2. Molar Cufflinks and the Yolks of Their Eyes</b><BR> <BR> Racist and anti-Semitic stereotypes appear in <i>The Great Gatsby.</i> From chapter one in which Tom expounds on &ldquo;The Rise of the Colored Empires&rdquo; to Fitzgerald&rsquo;s bestial description of Meyer Wolfsheim (whose surname is inspired by a ferocious predator), to Nick&rsquo;s observation of three African Americans being chauffeured across the bridge by a white driver (&ldquo;In which sat three modish negroes, two bucks and a girl. I laughed aloud as the yolks of their eyeballs rolled toward us in haughty rivalry<i>&rdquo;</i>), the author&rsquo;s use of language and description of African Americans and Jews has long been discussed and questioned. Have students research race relations and anti-Semitic sentiments in 1920s America. How did government policies, postwar attitudes, and cultural shifts inform the public&rsquo;s views of minorities and promote stereotypical thoughts and attitudes?<BR> <BR> <b>3. You Can&rsquo;t Relive the Past, Old Sport</b><BR> <BR> The themes that run through <i>The Great Gatsby</i> have been analyzed and debated by generations of students, scholars, and lay people alike. Some of the prominent and widely agreed-upon themes in the novel include class division; artifice and delusion; money and greed; loss of youth; the pursuit of the American Dream; dreams and disillusionment; and decadence and the degradation of moral values. Invite students to choose one of these themes to analyze in the text. Then they can write an essay that presents how Fitzgerald wove the theme into the story, using specific examples from the text.<BR> <BR> <b>4. Perspective on a Classic</b><BR> <BR> Since its publication in 1925, <i>The Great Gatsby</i> has been the subject of scorn&#8212;having been poorly reviewed when first published&#8212;dismissal, rebirth, and adulation. Today it is considered one of the greatest, if not <i>the</i> greatest, American novel of the twentieth century. Have students each read one article or review of <i>The Great Gatsby</i>. Then they can present the piece&rsquo;s main ideas and perspectives to the class. Have them choose one main point and lead a class discussion, encouraging debate and commentary from classmates. Here are examples of articles that can generate rich conversation&#58;<BR> <BR> &ldquo;The Road to West Egg&rdquo;<BR> <BR> &ldquo;The world's most misunderstood novel&rdquo;<BR> <BR> &ldquo;The Master Race? Xenophobia and Racism in F. Scott Fitzgerald&rsquo;s The Great Gatsby&rdquo;<BR> <BR> &ldquo;Why &lsquo;The Great Gatsby&rsquo; Is the Great American Novel&rdquo;<BR> <BR> &ldquo;Fitzgerald and the Jews&rdquo;<BR> <BR> 5. <b>Ain&rsquo;t We Got Fun?</b><BR> <BR> <i>The Great Gatsby</i> is the ultimate novel of the Jazz Age. Place students into small research pods and assign each a cultural aspect of 1920s America. For example, students can research prohibition laws and the effect they had on crime; fashion; music; visual arts; and other sociocultural aspects of American life. Have students create a slide presentation or other artifact to demonstrate their findings.<BR> <BR> <i>This guide was created by Colleen Carroll, reading teacher, literacy specialist, curriculum writer, and children&rsquo;s book author. Learn more about Colleen at </i><i>www.colleencarroll.us</i><i>.</i><BR> <BR> <i>This guide has been provided by Simon & Schuster for classroom, library, and reading group use. It may be reproduced in its entirety or excerpted for these purposes. For more Simon & Schuster guides and classroom materials, please visit simonandschuster.net or simonandschuster.net/thebookpantry.</i>\"},{\"id\":\"93295674T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<P>This Scribner reading group guide for <b>The Great Gatsby</b> includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.<P><br><b>Introduction</b><P>The Great Gatsby, one of the classics of twentieth-century literature, brings to life America&#8217;s Jazz Age, when, as The New York Times puts it, &#8220;gin was the national drink and sex the national obsession.&#8221; Nick Carraway, a Yale graduate and veteran of the Great War, moves to Long Island in the spring of 1922, eager to leave his native Middle West behind. He rents a tiny house in West Egg, dwarfed by a mansion owned by the most celebrated host of the season, Jay Gatsby. Everyone loves to drink and dance at Gatsby&#8217;s legendary parties, and everyone loves to gossip about Gatsby&#8217;s secret past. Directly across the bay in the tonier town of East Egg lies the home of Nick&#8217;s beautiful cousin and her millionaire husband&#58; Daisy and Tom Buchanan. When Nick starts dating Daisy&#8217;s friend, the famed but deceitful golfer Jordan Baker, he finds himself caught up in a different romance&#58; Gatsby begs for a reintroduction to Daisy. Gatsby and Daisy fell in love years ago, but the war and Tom Buchanan came between them. As the love triangle of Daisy, Tom, and Gatsby resurfaces &#8211; and Tom&#8217;s mistress, Myrtle, grows desperate with jealousy &#8211; Nick finds himself missing the plains of the Middle West, where hope can thrive in a wider landscape. <P><b>Topics & Questions for Discussion </b><P>1. The Great Gatsby features an epigraph by &#8220;Thomas Parke D&#8217;Invilliers&#8221; (a writer invented by Fitzgerald) about winning a lover by any means. How does this short poem set the scene for the novel to come? Why do you think Fitzgerald would open The Great Gatsby with a fictional epigraph, rather than a real quote or poem? <P>2. Compare East Egg and West Egg. What kinds of people settle on each side of the bay? Why would a couple like the Buchanans reside in East Egg, and men like Nick and Gatsby on the other side? How does the division between these two villages compare to differences between the American East and West? <P>3. Discuss the role of honesty in The Great Gatsby. Which characters pride themselves on telling the truth? How does duplicity affect the relationship between Nick and Jordan, and the marriage of Tom and Daisy? What falsehoods has Gatsby relied upon to advance in society? <P>4. Compare two classic party scenes in the novel&#58; the first party at Gatsby&#8217;s house that Nick attends, and the impromptu gathering at Tom and Myrtle&#8217;s apartment in New York City. How is each party enlivened by booze, romance, and chaos? How are the guests at each party similar, and how are they different? How does Nick&#8217;s drunken perspective color each scene? <P>5. Consider the role of gossip in the novel. What kinds of rumors do Gatsby&#8217;s guests spread about their host, and why? Why does public opinion have such a strong hold over the characters in the novel? <P>6. In Chapter VI, just after Daisy and Gatsby reunite at Nick&#8217;s house, Nick reveals the story of his friend&#8217;s transition from James Gatz to Jay Gatsby. Why does Nick choose this point in the story to tell Gatsby&#8217;s history? How does this chapter serve as a turning point in the novel? <P>7. Compare James Gatz to the man he became&#58; Jay Gatsby. What do we learn about Gatz&#8217;s ambition as a youth? How did he make his transition to Gatsby? What elements from his past did he retain, even as he left his identity behind? <P>8. Eyes are a prominent feature throughout the novel &#8211; T. J. Ecklesburg&#8217;s spectacles watch over the &#8220;valley of ashes,&#8221; &#8220;Owl-eyes&#8221; attends Gatsby&#8217;s parties and funeral, and Nick senses Myrtle&#8217;s jealous gaze upon Tom and Jordan when they stop at Wilson&#8217;s gas station. What is the significance of this theme of surveillance? Who is being watched throughout the novel? <P>9. &#8220;&#8216;Can&#8217;t repeat the past?&#8217; [Gatsby] cried incredulously. &#8216;Why of course you can!&#8217;&#8221; (page 110). Discuss Gatsby&#8217;s attempts to recreate history. Why is he so eager to go back to life before he went to war, when he was a young officer in love with Daisy? What has Gatsby lost and gained since those days in Louisville? <P>10. At the moment of the accident that killed Myrtle Wilson, &#8220;first Daisy turned away from the woman toward the other car, and then she lost her nerve and turned back&#8221; (page 143). How else does Daisy lose her nerve on that drive from New York City to East Egg? Why does she turn back to Tom, instead of choosing a life with Gatsby? <P>11. Gatsby says about Daisy, &#8220;Her voice is full of money.&#8221; (page 120). Discuss how class and affects the romances in the novel. Would Daisy be just as alluring without her status? Would Gatsby or Tom be attractive without their fortunes? <P>12. Nick observes, &#8220;I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all,&#8221; (page 176) since none of its characters are from the East. How have ideas about the &#8220;West&#8221; changed since Fitzgerald&#8217;s day? What is particularly &#8220;Western&#8221; about each of these characters&#58; Nick, Tom, Gatsby, Daisy, and Jordan? Do you agree with Nick that they are &#8220;unadaptable to Eastern life&#8221;? Why or why not? <P>13. Consider the setting of the novel&#58; 1922 Long Island. Can you imagine this story within another time or place? Do you consider The Great Gatsby timeless, or do you think its characters and themes are deeply rooted in the postwar prosperity of the Roaring Twenties? <P>14. The novel ends with Nick thinking about &#8220;Gatsby&#8217;s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy&#8217;s dock&#8221; (page 180). Consider the symbol of the green light. What dreams and hopes does the light stand for? Is Gatsby&#8217;s &#8220;extraordinary gift for hope&#8221; an asset or a hindrance to his ambition, in the end? <P>15. If this was your first time reading The Great Gatsby, discuss what you knew about this American classic before you began reading, and how it met or defied your expectations. If you&#8217;ve read the novel before, think back to the first time you read it, and discuss how the novel has changed for you over time. Do you understand it differently today than you did in the past? <P><b>Enhance Your Book Club</b><P>1. Come to your book club meeting dressed like your favorite Great Gatsby character! If you don&#8217;t happen to own a pink suit like Gatsby&#8217;s, consider donning a partygoer&#8217;s pearls, Daisy&#8217;s white dress, Owl-eyes&#8217; oversized glasses, Jordan&#8217;s golf gloves, Tom&#8217;s riding pants, or any other accessory inspired by the Jazz Age. <P>2. In a nod to the Prohibition era, serve your book club&#8217;s refreshments &#8211; whether you&#8217;re pouring mint juleps or lemonade &#8211; in teacups. <P>3. Get your book club members in a jazzy mood &#8211; greet them with &#8220;Ain&#8217;t We Got Fun,&#8221; a song played during Gatsby and Daisy&#8217;s romantic reunion. You can find a recording of the 1921 classic here&#58; http&#58;//www.loc.gov/jukebox/recordings/detail/id/7859/. <P>4. Learn the history of the house that might have been the inspiration for Tom and Daisy Buchanan&#8217;s East Egg mansion, which was condemned in 2011&#58; http&#58;//www.cbsnews.com/8301-3445_162-20054710/the-end-of-an-era-for-the-gatsby-house/. <P>5. A theater company called the Elevator Repair Service has adapted The Great Gatsby into an eight-hour staged reading, Gatz. Stage a shorter version with your book club &#8211; assign parts to Nick, Gatsby, and Daisy, and have &#8220;Nick&#8221; read the beginning of Chapter V while &#8220;Gatsby&#8221; and &#8220;Daisy&#8221; read their lines of dialogue. Does the prose have a different impact when read aloud?\"},{\"id\":\"67652011T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<i>This Scribner reading group guide for</i> <b>The Great Gatsby</b> <i>includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.<BR><BR></i><BR><b>Introduction</b><BR><BR> <i>The Great Gatsby</i>, one of the classics of twentieth-century literature, brings to life America&#8217;s Jazz Age, when, as <i>The New York Times</i> puts it, &#8220;gin was the national drink and sex the national obsession.&#8221; Nick Carraway, a Yale graduate and veteran of the Great War, moves to Long Island in the spring of 1922, eager to leave his native Middle West behind. He rents a tiny house in West Egg, dwarfed by a mansion owned by the most celebrated host of the season, Jay Gatsby. Everyone loves to drink and dance at Gatsby&#8217;s legendary parties, and everyone loves to gossip about Gatsby&#8217;s secret past. Directly across the bay in the tonier town of East Egg lies the home of Nick&#8217;s beautiful cousin and her millionaire husband&#58; Daisy and Tom Buchanan. When Nick starts dating Daisy&#8217;s friend, the famed but deceitful golfer Jordan Baker, he finds himself caught up in a different romance&#58; Gatsby begs for a reintroduction to Daisy. Gatsby and Daisy fell in love years ago, but the war and Tom Buchanan came between them. As the love triangle of Daisy, Tom, and Gatsby resurfaces &#8211; and Tom&#8217;s mistress, Myrtle, grows desperate with jealousy &#8211; Nick finds himself missing the plains of the Middle West, where hope can thrive in a wider landscape. <BR><BR><b>Topics & Questions for Discussion </b><BR><BR> 1. <i>The Great Gatsby</i> features an epigraph by &#8220;Thomas Parke D&#8217;Invilliers&#8221; (a writer invented by Fitzgerald) about winning a lover by any means. How does this short poem set the scene for the novel to come? Why do you think Fitzgerald would open <i>The Great Gatsby</i> with a fictional epigraph, rather than a real quote or poem? <BR> <BR> 2. Compare East Egg and West Egg. What kinds of people settle on each side of the bay? Why would a couple like the Buchanans reside in East Egg, and men like Nick and Gatsby on the other side? How does the division between these two villages compare to differences between the American East and West? <BR> <BR> 3. Discuss the role of honesty in <i>The Great Gatsby</i>. Which characters pride themselves on telling the truth? How does duplicity affect the relationship between Nick and Jordan, and the marriage of Tom and Daisy? What falsehoods has Gatsby relied upon to advance in society? <BR> <BR> 4. Compare two classic party scenes in the novel&#58; the first party at Gatsby&#8217;s house that Nick attends, and the impromptu gathering at Tom and Myrtle&#8217;s apartment in New York City. How is each party enlivened by booze, romance, and chaos? How are the guests at each party similar, and how are they different? How does Nick&#8217;s drunken perspective color each scene? <BR> <BR> 5. Consider the role of gossip in the novel. What kinds of rumors do Gatsby&#8217;s guests spread about their host, and why? Why does public opinion have such a strong hold over the characters in the novel? <BR> <BR> 6. In Chapter VI, just after Daisy and Gatsby reunite at Nick&#8217;s house, Nick reveals the story of his friend&#8217;s transition from James Gatz to Jay Gatsby. Why does Nick choose this point in the story to tell Gatsby&#8217;s history? How does this chapter serve as a turning point in the novel? <BR> <BR> 7. Compare James Gatz to the man he became&#58; Jay Gatsby. What do we learn about Gatz&#8217;s ambition as a youth? How did he make his transition to Gatsby? What elements from his past did he retain, even as he left his identity behind? <BR> <BR> 8. Eyes are a prominent feature throughout the novel &#8211; T. J. Ecklesburg&#8217;s spectacles watch over the &#8220;valley of ashes,&#8221; &#8220;Owl-eyes&#8221; attends Gatsby&#8217;s parties and funeral, and Nick senses Myrtle&#8217;s jealous gaze upon Tom and Jordan when they stop at Wilson&#8217;s gas station. What is the significance of this theme of surveillance? Who is being watched throughout the novel? <BR> <BR> 9. &#8220;&#8216;Can&#8217;t repeat the past?&#8217; [Gatsby] cried incredulously. &#8216;Why of course you can!&#8217;&#8221; (page 110). Discuss Gatsby&#8217;s attempts to recreate history. Why is he so eager to go back to life before he went to war, when he was a young officer in love with Daisy? What has Gatsby lost and gained since those days in Louisville? <BR> <BR> 10. At the moment of the accident that killed Myrtle Wilson, &#8220;first Daisy turned away from the woman toward the other car, and then she lost her nerve and turned back&#8221; (page 143). How else does Daisy lose her nerve on that drive from New York City to East Egg? Why does she turn back to Tom, instead of choosing a life with Gatsby? <BR> <BR> 11. Gatsby says about Daisy, &#8220;Her voice is full of money.&#8221; (page 120). Discuss how class and affects the romances in the novel. Would Daisy be just as alluring without her status? Would Gatsby or Tom be attractive without their fortunes? <BR> <BR> 12. Nick observes, &#8220;I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all,&#8221; (page 176) since none of its characters are from the East. How have ideas about the &#8220;West&#8221; changed since Fitzgerald&#8217;s day? What is particularly &#8220;Western&#8221; about each of these characters&#58; Nick, Tom, Gatsby, Daisy, and Jordan? Do you agree with Nick that they are &#8220;unadaptable to Eastern life&#8221;? Why or why not? <BR> <BR> 13. Consider the setting of the novel&#58; 1922 Long Island. Can you imagine this story within another time or place? Do you consider <i>The Great Gatsby</i> timeless, or do you think its characters and themes are deeply rooted in the postwar prosperity of the Roaring Twenties? <BR> <BR> 14. The novel ends with Nick thinking about &#8220;Gatsby&#8217;s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy&#8217;s dock&#8221; (page 180). Consider the symbol of the green light. What dreams and hopes does the light stand for? Is Gatsby&#8217;s &#8220;extraordinary gift for hope&#8221; an asset or a hindrance to his ambition, in the end? <BR> <BR> 15. If this was your first time reading <i>The Great Gatsby</i>, discuss what you knew about this American classic before you began reading, and how it met or defied your expectations. If you&#8217;ve read the novel before, think back to the first time you read it, and discuss how the novel has changed for you over time. Do you understand it differently today than you did in the past? <BR><BR><b>Enhance Your Book Club</b><BR><BR> 1. Come to your book club meeting dressed like your favorite <i>Great Gatsby</i> character! If you don&#8217;t happen to own a pink suit like Gatsby&#8217;s, consider donning a partygoer&#8217;s pearls, Daisy&#8217;s white dress, Owl-eyes&#8217; oversized glasses, Jordan&#8217;s golf gloves, Tom&#8217;s riding pants, or any other accessory inspired by the Jazz Age. <BR> <BR>2. In a nod to the Prohibition era, serve your book club&#8217;s refreshments &#8211; whether you&#8217;re pouring mint juleps or lemonade &#8211; in teacups. <BR> <BR>3. Get your book club members in a jazzy mood &#8211; greet them with &#8220;Ain&#8217;t We Got Fun,&#8221; a song played during Gatsby and Daisy&#8217;s romantic reunion. You can find a recording of the 1921 classic here&#58; http&#58;//www.loc.gov/jukebox/recordings/detail/id/7859/. <BR> <BR>4. Learn the history of the house that might have been the inspiration for Tom and Daisy Buchanan&#8217;s East Egg mansion, which was condemned in 2011&#58; http&#58;//www.cbsnews.com/8301-3445_162-20054710/the-end-of-an-era-for-the-gatsby-house/. <BR> <BR>5. A theater company called the Elevator Repair Service has adapted <i>The Great Gatsby</i> into an eight-hour staged reading, <i>Gatz</i>. Stage a shorter version with your book club &#8211; assign parts to Nick, Gatsby, and Daisy, and have &#8220;Nick&#8221; read the beginning of Chapter V while &#8220;Gatsby&#8221; and &#8220;Daisy&#8221; read their lines of dialogue. Does the prose have a different impact when read aloud?\"},{\"id\":\"119157878T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>F. Scott Fitzgerald was born in St. Paul, Minnesota, in 1896. He attended Princeton University, joined the United States Army during World War I, and published his first novel, <i>This Side of Paradise</i>, in 1920. That same year he married Zelda Sayre and for the next decade the couple lived in New York, Paris, and on the Riviera. Fitzgerald’s novels include <i>The Beautiful and Damned</i>, <i>The Great Gatsby</i>, and <i>Tender Is the Night</i>. He died at the age of forty-four while working on <i>The Last Tycoon</i>. 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He is considered a member of the 'Lost Generation' of the 1920s.He finished four novels, This Side of Paradise, The Beautiful and Damned, The Great Gatsby-his most famous-and Tender Is the Night, in his lifetime. A fifth, unfinished novel, The Love of the Last Tycoon, was published posthumously. Fitzgerald also wrote many short stories on themes of youth and promise along with despair and age.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"120172679T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"11\",\"text\":\"<p><p> F Scott Fitzgerald'             s works form the epitome writings of the Jazz Age, a term he coined himself. He is considered a member of the '             Lost Generation'              of the 1920s. He finished four novels, This Side of Paradise, the Beautiful and Damned, the Great Gatsby-             his most famous-             and Tender is the Night, in his lifetime. the Great Gatsby has been the basis for numerous films. <br><p/>F Scott Fitzgerald died at the age of forty-four on December 21, 1940 in Hollywood, California. </p></p>\"},{\"id\":\"118763368T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"12\",\"text\":\"<p><p>F. Scott Fitzgerald was born in Saint Paul, Minnesota, in 1896, attended Princeton University in 1913, and published his first novel, <em>This Side of Paradise</em>, in 1920. That same year he married Zelda Sayre, and he quickly became a central figure in the American expatriate circle in Paris that included Gertrude Stein and Ernest Hemingway. He died of a heart attack in 1940 at the age of forty-four.</p></p>\"},{\"id\":\"126360681T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"13\",\"text\":\"<p>F. Scott Fitzgerald was an American novelist, essayist, and short story writer. He is best known for his novels depicting the flamboyance and excess of the Jazz Age—a term he popularized.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"115858151T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"14\",\"text\":\"<p>F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) was born into a well-to-do Catholic family living in St Paul, Minnesota. At Princeton University he decided to become a writer, leaving without graduating in 1917 to join the army when America entered the First World War. Believing he would be killed at the front, he hurriedly wrote the novel that would become <i>This Side of Paradise</i>, but in the end was not sent to Europe. The novel was published in 1920 to great critical acclaim. He married Zelda Sayre a week after the publication and they embarked on an extravagant lifestyle in New York. Their marriage was blighted by alcoholism, mental illness and financial strife, and provided much material for Scott's numerous short stories and subsequent novels - <i>The Beautiful and Damned</i> (1922), <i>The Great Gatsby</i> (1925) and <i>Tender is the Night</i> (1934). Fitzgerald died aged forty-four, and is regarded as one of America's greatest and most influential writers.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"115215164T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"15\",\"text\":\"<p>F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940) was born into a well-to-do Catholic family living in St Paul, Minnesota. At Princeton University he decided to become a writer, leaving without graduating in 1917 to join the army when America entered the First World War. Believing he would be killed at the front, he hurriedly wrote the novel that would become <i>This Side of Paradise</i>, but in the end was not sent to Europe. The novel was published in 1920 to great critical acclaim. He married Zelda Sayre a week after the publication and they embarked on an extravagant lifestyle in New York. Their marriage was blighted by alcoholism, mental illness and financial strife, and provided much material for Scott’s numerous short stories and subsequent novels – <i>The Beautiful and Damned</i> (1922), <i>The Great Gatsby</i> (1925) and <i>Tender is the Night</i> (1934). Fitzgerald died aged forty-four, and is regarded as one of America’s greatest and most influential writers.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"114786566T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"16\",\"text\":\"<p><strong>F. Scott Fitzgerald</strong> was born on September 24, 1896, in St. Paul, Minnesota. He was educated at Princeton University and served in the United States Army during World War I. His first novel, <em>This Side of Paradise</em> (1920), was a national bestseller; Fitzgerald followed it with three more complete novels and hundreds of popular short stories. <em>The Great Gatsby</em> (1925), a timeless story of social class, race, and gender in America, remains his best-known work. Fitzgerald was living in Los Angeles, working on movie screenplays and a novel he called <em>The Love of the Last Tycoon</em>, when he died of a heart attack on December 21, 1941, at the age of 44.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"4776658T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"17\",\"text\":\"<B>F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896&#8211;1940)</B> was an American novelist and short-story writer whose work captured the ambition, excess, and social changes of the Jazz Age. His fiction frequently explored themes of wealth, class, love, and the pursuit of the American Dream. He is best known for <I>The Great Gatsby</I>, <I>This Side of Paradise</I>, <I>The Beautiful and Damned</I>, and <I>Tender Is the Night</I>.</P>\"},{\"id\":\"67390062T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"18\",\"text\":\"F. Scott Fitzgerald was born in 1896 in St Paul, Minnesota, and went to Princeton University which he left in 1917 to join the army. Fitzgerald was said to have epitomised the Jazz Age, an age inhabited by a generation he defined as 'grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken'.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"132028211T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"19\",\"text\":\"<p><b>F. Scott Fitzgerald</b> (1896-1940) was born in St. Paul, Minnesota, and went to Princeton University, which he left in 1917 to join the army. He is said to have epitomized the Jazz Age, which he himself defined as \\\"grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken.\\\" In 1920 he married Zelda Sayre; their traumatic marriage and her subsequent breakdowns became the leading influence on his writing. Among his publications were five novels, <i>This Side of Paradise, The Beautiful and Damned, The Great Gatsby, Tender Is the Night, </i> and <i>The Last Tycoon</i>; six volumes of short stories; and <i>The Crack-Up, </i> a selection of autobiographical pieces. <p/><b>Min Jin Lee</b> (introduction) is the author of the <i>New York Times </i>bestselling novels <i>American Hagwon </i>and <i>Pachinko</i>--a finalist for the National Book Award and one of <i>The New York Times</i>' 100 Best Books of the 21st Century--and of the nationally bestselling novel <i>Free Food for Millionaires</i>. She has received the Fitzgerald Prize for Literary Excellence, the Manhae Grand Prize for Literature from South Korea, and fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard, and has been inducted into the New York Foundation for the Arts Hall of Fame and the New York State Writers Hall of Fame. She lives in New York City. <p/><b>Philip McGowan</b> (editor, notes) is an executive board member of the F. Scott Fitzgerald Society, the president of the European Association for American Studies, a professor of American literature at Queen's University Belfast, and a co-editor of <i>The Routledge Companion to F. Scott Fitzgerald</i>.<i> <p/></i><b>Jennifer Buehler</b> (1970-2026; suggestions for further exploration) was an associate professor of educational studies at Saint Louis University and a past president of the Assembly on Literature for Adolescents of the National Council of Teachers of English.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"133180165T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>F. Scott Fitzgerald was born in St. Paul, Minnesota, in 1896. 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It absolutely shows you that, if you have the desire, the universe will rise up to meet you exactly where you are. One of my favorite all time quotes.” - <b><i>Oprah Winfrey</i></b></p><p>\\\"If you pick up a copy of <em>The Alchemist</em>, I promise you, you are going to be so inspired by this story, but more importantly you are going to feel so excited, and hopeful, and encouraged about the treasure that exists within you, that is uniquely for you, that can only be discovered by you. And that is when the journey to go find it will actually begin.\\\" - <b><i>Mel Robbins, podcast host and bestselling author of The Let Them Theory</i></b></p><p>“A sweetly exotic tale for young and old alike.” - <b><i>Publishers Weekly</i></b></p><p>“Beneath this novel’s compelling story and the shimmering elegance with which it’s told lies a bedrock of wisdom about following one’s heart.” - <b><i>Booklist</i></b></p><p>“As memorable and meaningful as Saint-Exupery’s The Little Prince.” - <b><i>Austin American-Statesman</i></b></p><p>“A touching, inspiring fable.” - <b><i>Indianapolis Star</i></b></p><p>“A magical little volume.” - <b><i>San Francisco Chronicle</i></b></p><p>\\\"The Alchemist is a fabulous success.\\\" - <b><i>Der Spiegel (Germany)</i></b></p><p>\\\"<i>The Alchemist</i> is a beautiful book about magic, dreams, and the treasures we seek elsewhere and then find at our doorstep.\\\" - <b><i>Madonna in Sonntag Aktuell (Germany)</i></b></p><p>“Hopeful and inspiring. … [<i>The Alchemist</i>] tells you that you should believe in yourself and continue your journey.” - <b><i>Malala Yousafzai, 2014 Nobel Peace Prize Recipient</i></b></p><p>“A remarkable tale about the most magical of all journeys: the quest to fulfill one’s destiny.” - <b><i>Anthony Robbins, author of Awaken the Giant Within</i></b></p><p>“An entrepreneurial tale of universal wisdom we can apply to the business of our own lives.” - <b><i>Spencer Johnson, MD, author of Who Moved My Cheese?</i></b></p><p>“An adventure story full of magic and wisdom.” - <b><i>Rudolfo Anaya, author of Bless Me, Ultima</i></b></p><p>\\\"<i>The Alchemist</i> is an unabashed delight and inspirational wonder. This fable is a roseate amalgam of spiritual quest, existential puzzle, lovely sensitivity, and deep strength.\\\" - <b><i>Malcom Boyd, author of Are You Running with Me, Jesus?</i></b></p><p>\\\"Paulo Coelho knows the secret of literary alchemy.\\\" - <b><i>Kenzabur&#333; &#332;e, winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature</i></b></p><p>“A most tender and gentle story.  It is a rare gem of a book, and will most certainly touch the very core of every heart earnestly seeking its own destiny on the journey of life.” - <b><i>Gerald G. Jampolsky, M.D., co-author of Change Our Mind, Change Your Life</i></b></p><p>“Rarely do I come across a story with the drectness and simplicity of Coelho’s The Alchemist.  It lifts the reader out of time and focuses through a believably unlikely story on a young dreamer looking for himself.  A beautiful story with a pointed message for every reader.” - <b><i>Joseph Girzone, author of Joshua</i></b></p><p>“The Alchemist is a story about the endless search of finding out who you truly are. On the road for most of our lives, sometimes it’s difficult to find something to grasp onto, to define who you are and where you belong—and reading <i>The Alchemist</i> truly made me appreciate my family and band and those close to and around me. It brought some stability into our wild ride of a life.” - <b><i>Joe Jonas of The Jonas Brothers, in Time Out New York</i></b></p><p>“[Paulo Coelho's] books have had a life-enchanting effect on millions of people.” - <b><i>London Times</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"54813110T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"It's a brilliant, magical, life-changing book that continues to blow my mind with its lessons. ... A remarkable tome.\\\" - <b><i>Neil Patrick Harris, actor</i></b></p><p>\\\"It changed my whole life.\\\" - <b><i>Pharrell Williams, musician and songwriter</i></b></p><p>\\\"I love <em>The Alchemist</em>. It absolutely shows you that, if you have the desire, the universe will rise up to meet you exactly where you are. One of my favorite all time quotes.\\\" - <b><i>Oprah Winfrey</i></b></p><p>\\\"If you pick up a copy of <em>The Alchemist</em>, I promise you, you are going to be so inspired by this story, but more importantly you are going to feel so excited, and hopeful, and encouraged about the treasure that exists within you, that is uniquely for you, that can only be discovered by you. 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A ravishingly vivid and convincing version of one of the most legendary of love stories.” - <b><i>Emma Donoghue, New York Times bestselling author of ROOM</i></b></p><p>“Although the details of the story are Miller’s own, the world is one that all who love the Iliad and its epigones will recognize. Reading this book recalled me to the breathless sense of the ancient-yet-present that I felt when I first fell in love with the classics.” - <b><i>Catherine Conybeare, Professor of Classics, Bryn Mawr College</i></b></p><p>“At once a scholar’s homage to THE ILIAD and a startlingly original work of art by an incredibly talented new novelist.  Madeline Miller has given us her own fresh take on the Trojan war and its heroes.  The result is a book I could not put down.” - <b><i>Ann Patchett, bestselling author of BEL CANTO and STATE OF WONDER</i></b></p><p>“The Iliad turns on Achilles’ pride and his relationship with Patroclus, but Homer is sparing with the personal---so much so that, though we believe in their friendship, we do not understand it.  “The Song of Achilles” brings light to their love.  This is a beautiful book.” - <b><i>Zachary Mason, author of THE LOST BOOKS OF THE ODYSSEY</i></b></p><p>“Fast, true and incredibly rewarding…A remarkable achievement.” - <b><i>USA Today</i></b></p><p>“Powerful, inventive, passionate, and beautifully written. ” - <b><i>Boston Globe</i></b></p><p>“Beautifully done. . ..In prose as clean and spare as the driving poetry of Homer, Miller captures the intensity and devotion of adolescent friendship and lets us believe in these long-dead boys...deepening and enriching a tale that has been told for 3,000 years.” - <b><i>Washington Post</i></b></p><p>“One of 2012’s most exciting debuts...seductive, hugely entertaining....[I]magining the intimate friendship between Achilles and the devoted Patroclus...Miller conjures...soulmates. The resulting novel is cinematic—one might say epic—in scope, but refreshingly, compellingly human in detail.” - <b><i>Vogue</i></b></p><p>“The Song of Achilles...should be read and enjoyed for itself, but if Madeline Miller’s novel sends the reader back to Homer and his successors, she is to be thanked for that as well.” - <b><i>Washington Independent Review of Books</i></b></p><p>“One of the best novelistic adaptations of Homer in recent memory, and it offers strikingly well-rounded and compassionate portrait of Achilles....[Miller] injects a newfound sense of suspense into a story with an ending that has already been determined.” - <b><i>Wall Street Journal</i></b></p><p>“Wildly romantic [and] surprisingly suspenseful....[B]ringing those dark figures back to life, making them men again, and while she’s at it, us[ing] her passionate companion piece to The Iliad as a subtle swipe at today’s ongoing debate over gay marriage.  Talk about updating the classics.” - <b><i>Time magazine</i></b></p><p>“A captivating retelling of  THE ILIAD and events leading up to it through the point of view of Patroclus: it’s a hard book to put down, and any classicist will be enthralled by her characterisation of the goddess Thetis, which carries the true savagery and chill of antiquity.” - <b><i>Donna Tartt, THE TIMES</i></b></p><p>“Madeline Miller’s brilliant first novel...is a story of great, passionate love between Achilles and Patroclus....[R]ewriting the Western world’s first and greatest war novel is an awesome task to undertake. That she did it with such grace, style and suspense is astonishing.” - <b><i>Dallas Morning News</i></b></p><p>“A psychologically astute Iliad prelude featuring the heady, star-crossed adolescence of future heroes Patroclus and Achilles.” - <b><i>Vogue</i></b></p><p>“You don’t need to be familiar with Homer’s The Iliad (or Brad Pitt’s Troy, for that matter) to find Madeline Miller’s The Song of Achilles spellbinding.  While classics scholar Miller meticulously follows Greek mythology, her explorations of ego, grief, and love’s many permutations are both familiar and new.  In this fictional retelling of the Trojan War, military heroics are subsumed into a timeless love story.” - <b><i>O magazine</i></b></p><p>“You don’t need to be familiar with Homer’s The Iliad (or Brad Pitt’s Troy, for that matter) to find Madeline Miller’s The Song of Achilles spellbinding....her explorations of ego, grief, and love’s many permutations are both familiar and new....[A] timeless love story.” - <b><i>O magazine</i></b></p><p>“I loved this book.  The language was timeless, the historical details were slipped in perfectly. I hope SONG OF ACHILLES becomes part of the high school summer reading lists alongside PENELOPIAD.” - <b><i>Helen Simonson, bestselling author of MAJOR PETTIGREW'S LAST STAND</i></b></p><p>“A modern take on The Iliad, full of love and feats of glory and told in an open, lyric, loose-limbed fashion that should appeal to many readers.... Next up from Miller—the story of Circe...historical fiction fans, get in on the ground floor.” - <b><i>Library Journal</i></b></p><p>“A masterly vision of the drama, valor, and tragedy of the Trojan War. Readers who loved Mary Renault’s epic novels will be thrilled with Miller’s portrayal of ancient Greece. This reviewer can’t wait to see what she writes next.” - <b><i>Library Journal (starred review)</i></b></p><p>“Miller somehow (and breathtakingly so) mixes high-action commercial plotting with writing of such beautiful delicacy you sometimes have to stop and stare.” - <b><i>The Independent</i></b></p><p>“Miller’s prose is more poetic than almost any translation of Homer… This is a deeply affecting version of the Achilles story: a fully three-dimension man - a son, a father, husband and lover - now exists where a superhero previously stood and fought.” - <b><i>The Guardian</i></b></p><p>“In the tradition of Mary Renault... Miller draws on her knowledge of classical sources wisely… Well-paced, engaging and tasteful.” - <b><i>London Times Literary Supplement</i></b></p><p>“Extraordinary… Beautifully descriptive and heartachingly lyrical, this is a love story as sensitive and intuitive as any you will find.” - <b><i>Daily Mail</i></b></p><p>“[Miller] makes a persuasive argument for the timeliness of her subject. …Miller’s winning debut focuses on Patroclus, a young prince living in Achilles’ golden shadow. Miller also gives voice to many of the women who were also consigned to the shadows.” - <b><i>Publishers Weekly, Spring 2012 Preview, Top 10 Literary Fiction</i></b></p><p>“THE ILIAD turns on Achilles’ pride and his relationship with Patroclus, but Homer is sparing with the personal—so much so that, though we believe in their friendship, we do not understand it.  THE SONG OF ACHILLES brings light to their love.  This is a beautiful book.” - <b><i>Zachary Mason, author of THE LOST BOOKS OF THE ODYSSEY</i></b></p><p>“Last year saw Stephen Mitchell’s wonderful new translation of “The Iliad”; 2012 brings this debut novel, a retelling of Homer’s tale about the Trojan War, focused on the powerful bond between the Greek hero Achilles and his comrade Patroclus, the exiled prince. The classics never get old. (March 6)” - <b><i>Newsday</i></b></p><p>“These days, even Homer’s Iliad is not safe from new interpretations: Madeline Miller’s novel, The Song of Achilles (HarperCollins) brilliantly unmasks the doomed love affair between soldiers Achilles and Patroclus.” - <b><i>The Advocate</i></b></p><p>“Masterfully brings to life an imaginative yet informed vision of ancient Greece featuring divinely human gods and larger-than-life mortals. 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Amid ruthless competition and dragon fire, these thirteen cadets must survive a battlefield where desperate rivals will do anything to gain an advantage and dragons decide one's ultimate fate-and where a single choice can forge a rider ... or destroy them.</p><p></p><p>Xaden Riorson, the powerful leader. Rhiannon Matthias, the clever friend. Dain Aetos, the dutiful rule-follower. Liam Mairi, the kindhearted protector. Ridoc Gamlyn, the jokester. Sawyer Henrick, the underdog. Garrick Tavis, the dependable aide. Imogen Cardulo, the impulsive fighter. Bodhi Durran, the second-in-command. Mira Sorrengail, the fearless rider. Brennan Sorrengail, the brilliant tactician. Aaric Graycastle, the restless royal. Sloane Mairi, the determined sister.</p><p></p><p>On Threshing Day, there's only one rule: don't die.</p><p></p><p><b>The Empyrean series is best read in order:</b></p><p><i>Fourth Wing</i></p><p><i>Iron Flame</i></p><p><i>Onyx Storm</i></p><p></p><p><b>Though </b><i><b>Threshing Day </b></i><b>can be enjoyed as an introduction to the series, due to contained spoilers, it is best read after </b><i><b>Onyx Storm</b></i><b>.</b></p><p></p><p>Adapted from the novel and produced with a full cast of 40 actors, immersive sound effects and cinematic music!</p><p></p><p>Narrated by Gabriel Michael as Xaden Riorson, Torian Brackett as Dain Aetos, Taylor Coan as Rhiannon Matthias, Robb Moreira as Ridoc Gamlyn, Henry W. Kramer as Sawyer Henrick, Rayner Gabriel as Garrick Tavis, Jessica Schly as Imogen Cardulo, James J. Johnson as Bodhi Durran, Casie Platt as Mira Sorrengail, Danny Gavigan as Brennan Sorrengail, Rob McFadyen as Liam Mairi, Renee Dorian as Sloane Mairi, Belsheber Junior Rusape as Aaric Greycastle and GM Hakim as Colonel Thadeus Palme. Featuring Julian Dailey as Aotrom, JW Rone as Sliseag, Joel David Santner as Prince Alic Tauri, Jessica Threet as Glane, Scott McCormick as Professor Kaori, Jillian Levine-Sisson as Trina, Michael Glenn as Marbh, Jon Vertullo as Cath, Tia Shearer as Eya, Wyn Delano as Asher Sorrengail, Stephanie Németh-Parker as Sgaeyl, Dawn Ursula as Thoirt, John Kielty as Chradh, Danny Montooth as Cuir, Steven Carpenter as Teine, Jenna Sharpe as Feirge, David Burke as Baylor, Patrick Boylan as Deigh, Delton Engle-Sorrell as Molvic, Yenni Ann as Joelle, and T. Shyvonne Stewart as Avalyn. 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From the feverish gold-mining camps of the Sierra Nevada mountains to the wharves and vigilance committees of San Francisco, Nathaniel Philbrick renders a combustible, all-world society: Chilean brothers reinventing themselves to outrun prejudice; Native communities navigating dispossession and violence; the merchant-showman Samuel Brannan, drawn into the center of early vigilantism; and the politicians vying for control of California’s future—the ambitious Free-Soil political boss David Broderick, who squared off against William Gwin, the Southern power broker intent on tilting the state toward slavery and the Confederacy.In The Rush, Nathaniel Philbrick transforms the Gold Rush from a tale of sudden riches into the origin story of America’s modern contradictions—capital consolidated at dizzying speed, democracy in thrall to private power, xenophobia weaponized in the name of liberty—and a stubborn belief in the American experiment that refuses to die. This is the story of a nation tearing at the seams and a republic tested by its own ideals. Not until ayear after the outbreak of the Civil War, when President Lincoln signed legislation that would unite the nation east to west by building a transcontinental railroad, was California’s loyalty secured.Philbrick follows the gold as it moves from riverbed to countinghouse to the halls of power, revealing how vigilantism hardened into law and how debates over slavery in the West tipped the balance in Washington. The result is a clear, human story of how a scramble for wealth reshaped ideas of freedom, labor, and belonging—and how California's rise helped push a fractured nation toward war. 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From the feverish gold-mining camps of the Sierra Nevada mountains to the wharves and vigilance committees of San Francisco, Nathaniel Philbrick renders a combustible, all-world society: Chilean brothers reinventing themselves to outrun prejudice; Native communities navigating dispossession and violence; the merchant-showman Samuel Brannan, drawn into the center of early vigilantism; and the politicians vying for control of California’s future—the ambitious Free-Soil political boss David Broderick, who squared off against William Gwin, the Southern power broker intent on tilting the state toward slavery and the Confederacy.<br><br>In <i>The Rush</i>, Nathaniel Philbrick transforms the Gold Rush from a tale of sudden riches into the origin story of America’s modern contradictions—capital consolidated at dizzying speed, democracy in thrall to private power, xenophobia weaponized in the name of liberty—and a stubborn belief in the American experiment that refuses to die. 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Along the way, Philbrick considers how the gold rush sped up everything it touched and led directly to the restless, frenetic, hyper-adrenalized culture of today's America.” <br/><b>—Hampton Sides, <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of <i>Blood and Thunder</i> and <i>The Wide Wide Sea</i></b><br/><br/>“With characteristic eloquence and insight, Nathaniel Philbrick has given us an illuminating and absorbing account of the California Gold Rush, bringing that tumultuous, thrilling, and complex moment to vivid life. Peopled with memorable figures and paced like a great novel,<i> The Rush</i> is a terrific work of history.” <br/><b>—Jon Meacham, Pulitzer Prize–winning author of <i>And There Was Light</i><br/><br/></b>“With an eye for the perfect detail (sidewalks paved with beef jerky!) and a gift for the panoramic, Nathaniel Philbrick has pinned the Gold Rush, in all its wild color, to the page. 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Bonnie Garmus poses hard questions about the high stakes of culture and ambition, who has real talent and who sorely lacks it.\\\" —<b><i>TIME</i></b><br> <br> \\\"The extravagantly twisty plot here isn’t the draw. Rather it’s in the roster of offbeat characters—among them, an action-film star who has surprising literary talent; Batter’s loving, endlessly optimistic mother, a typeface designer; and Batter himself… an affecting ode to poetry.” —<b><i>The Wall Street Journal</i></b><br> <br> “After Lessons in Chemistry became one of the most successful debuts in recent memory, Garmus introduces another irresistible oddball protagonist. Batter Gray—named after a heroic family dog, raised by a type designer mother, reading Auden in fourth grade—lands a job at Peck & Peck, an illustrious New York literary journal, where he is immediately disliked by everyone who matters, none of whom can ever say his name right. 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In this vividly drawn tale, readers will feel all the emotions Gray does and suffer through his confusion, desperation, and finally, his exhilaration, as he discovers and understands who he is. A stunning novel.” —<b><i>Booklist </i>(starred)</b><br> <br> “Tender-hearted… [Garmus] packs the novel with the antic humor and colorful characterizations that drew readers to her debut. There’s much to cherish in this charming tale.” —<b><i>Publishers Weekly</i></b><br> <br> \\\"Prepare to be charmed.” —<b><i>Boston Globe</i></b><br> <br> “A reflection on the intersections of art, originality, capital and culture. It is about how to decide when to use one’s voice, and about what stories we value. Plus, it’s a fun read, with surprising characters, swift action and lively, vivid descriptions of these most self-serious of people and their lofty, and possibly noble, pursuit of art.\\\" —<b>Bookpage</b><br> <br>  <br/><br/>“[People are] hungry for another Bonnie Garmus hit. Thankfully <i>Peck & Peck</i> is here to feed those gaping mouths... With the trappings of the literary world, and the heart of a bildungsroman, <i>Peck & Peck</i> vows to fill the void in all our hearts with a needed dash of wit and poignancy.\\\" <b>—<i>Literary Hub, </i></b><b>Most Anticipated Books of 2026, Part Two</b><br> <br> “As tempting as it may be to repeat herself, Garmus strikes out for fresh territory. It’s a workplace comedy, a New York City coming-of-age story, and a giddy satire... the rare work of popular fiction that has prompted me to look up a William Carlos Williams poem, and I suspect I won’t be the only one on whom it has that particular, and very welcome, effect.\\\" —<b>Laura Miller, <i>Slate</i></b><br> <br> “Expect literary rabbit holes, a charming cast of characters (including Batter’s typeface-designer mother), and Garmus at her most delightful.\\\" —<b>TheSkimm</b><br> <br> “A dizzying, delightful novel… at its helm, Peck & Peck is an optimistic story about the preservation of art and originality.” —<b><i>Marie Claire</i></b><br/><br/>“An absolute delight! Garmus creates a world where poetry is beloved, families are complicated and a dog (once again) saves the day. Fans will be delighted at this creative, enjoyable world.” —<b><i>Woman's World</i></b><br> <br> “The characters are both eclectic and eccentric.  Their oddness opens many a can of worms. But they grow on you.  And you will find yourself rooting them on and praying for miracles... It’s simply brilliant.” —<b>Florida Weekly</b><br> <br> “Garmus applies her unique comic sensibility to the story of Batter Gray… charming… with some really lovely things to say about poetry.” —<b><i>Kirkus</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Magnificent. Captivating, funny, wise and wonderful. <i>Peck and Peck</i> is the book the literary world has been waiting for, and it delivers on every level. I couldn’t love it more.\\\"<b> —Chris Whitaker, <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of<i> All the Colors of the Dark</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"I'm absolutely over the moon about Bonnie Garmus' new novel.  It is EXACTLY what I needed to read right now.  Charming, uplifting, soulful, and original, this is the perfect successor to <i>Lessons in Chemistry</i>.  If you loved Elizabeth Zott, you will adore Batter Gray.  Book clubs will adore this novel.  I loved it.\\\"<b> —Kristin Hannah, #1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>The Nightingale</i> and <i>The Women</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"An absolute triumph of storytelling, writing and characterisation... This is a glorious celebration of, and plea for, the creative arts, with a cast of truly unforgettable characters, from the eponymous <i>Peck & Peck</i> to the excellently named narrator Batter Gray. I won't forget this book. Ever.\\\" —<b>Jennie Godfrey, Sunday Times bestselling author of <i>The List of Suspicious Things</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"It was an absolute delight to escape into Bonnie Garmus's world of delinquent poets, demented publishers and recherché fonts. Her exuberant comedy and freewheeling imagination reminded me of John Irving in his prime. Many congratulations - no 'difficult second album' for Bonnie Garmus - I thought it was even better than her first.\\\" <b>—Clare Chambers, bestselling author of <i>Small Pleasures</i></b><br/><br/>“This novel is everything: a love story, a literary thriller, a brilliant satire that’s full of humor and heart. Only Bonnie Garmus can write like this.” <b>—Meg Mason, internationally bestselling author of <i>You Be Mother </i>and <i>Sorrow and Bliss</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"One of the best books I've ever read. Genius level clever. A superbly crafted, intricate story about life, love and standing up for what you believe in. 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This book is an utter delight—wry, warm, and compulsively readable.\\\"<br> —Claire Lombardo, author of <i>The Most Fun We Ever Had</i><br> <br> \\\"Elizabeth Zott swept me away with her intellect, honesty, and unapologetic selfhood…[A] story for all the smart girls who refuse to dumb themselves down despite a culture that demands otherwise. Though a creation of the 50s & 60s, Zott is a feminist icon for our time.\\\"<br> —Rachel Yoder, author of <i>Nightbitch</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"124180206T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>After the global sensation <em>Lessons in Chemistry</em>, Bonnie Garmus delivers a charming and funny novel about a young man searching for his place in the world. 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He needs a replacement.”<br/><br/>“Still not my birthday.”<br/><br/>“The question is how he gets it.”<br/><br/>She paused a beat.<br/><br/>“He wouldn’t want it in the mail,” she said. “He wouldn’t want to be trapped in one place day after day, waiting for it to arrive.”<br/><br/>“Exactly,” the data guy said. “The last time, he came in to pick it up in person.”<br/><br/>Two days later, Reacher got a ride down a long fast piece of I-­95, and then he took a bus from a suburban town in Maryland, heading south into the D.C. metro area. His bank was in Arlington, in a strip mall, near the northwestern edge of the Pentagon’s giant parking lot. It had been the first bank he saw, all those years ago, the day he mustered out.<br/><br/>Where he got out of the bus gave him a mile walk. Fifteen minutes. The middle of August. Typical D.C. summer weather. Hot, humid, heavy air, no wind. No problem. He liked being warm. Better than being cold. He saw the bright white monuments far away across the river. He passed within three hundred yards of the Rock Creek building that had housed the 110th MP when he was leading it. He didn’t make the detour. Not his circus, not his monkeys. Not anymore. Maybe it wasn’t even there anymore. Maybe it had been bulldozed.<br/><br/>He walked on. Up ahead he saw the back of the strip mall, a low tan line in the distance. The bank was on the right. Bigger than the rest of the row. The anchor tenant. Beyond it in the haze was the Pentagon, low, wide, sometimes tan, sometimes gray. There were vehicles all around, seas of them parked, rivers of them driving.<br/><br/>There was a military police squad car parked behind the bank, gaudy with stripes, winking in the sun. Dodges now, Reacher had noticed. They had been Fords and Chevrolets in his day. Given its location, no doubt the bank would have its fair share of military customers, of which a percentage would be military police, but customers generally parked in the front, not in the back. So the car was there on business, which was plausible, because a lot of crime was financial, even in the army. Maybe especially in the army.<br/><br/>Except that the kind of high-­level pointy-­heads required for investigations into financial institutions generally used unmarked cars. A self-­image issue, in Reacher’s opinion. Prestige. They wouldn’t drive a thing with stripes.<br/><br/>A puzzle.<br/><br/>But not his circus.<br/><br/>Except it turned out to be. He skirted around the landscaping so he could use the front door like a regular person, and he saw a pair of MP warrant officers standing by the entrance. They were wearing the ACU, which was the army combat uniform, which had been the BDU in Reacher’s day, battledress uniform, and better looking, in his opinion. Less like pajamas.<br/><br/>The two soldiers saw him coming. They stepped up a pace and closed ranks. One of them said, “Major Reacher?”<br/><br/>“Not anymore,” he said. “Now I’m just Reacher.”<br/><br/>“Sir, we have an invitation for you.”<br/><br/>“To what?”<br/><br/>“A meeting with the general.”<br/><br/>“Which general?”<br/><br/>“Our general.”<br/><br/>“Who are you, that you have your own general?”<br/><br/>“Sir, it’s a new agency, quite large. It combines several different disciplines. Overall command was considered to lie at the one-­star level. An O7 brigadier general.”<br/><br/>“Why does he want to see me?”<br/><br/>“Sir, it’s a she.”<br/><br/>“Same question.”<br/><br/>“I’m not at liberty to say.”<br/><br/>“You mean you don’t know.”<br/><br/>“Yes, sir, I don’t.”<br/><br/>“What’s the name of the new agency?”<br/><br/>“I’m not at liberty to say.”<br/><br/>“But you do know that one, right?”<br/><br/>“Yes, sir, I do.”<br/><br/>Reacher paused a beat.<br/><br/>He said, “I’m here to get a new ATM card. That’s all. That’s my main priority today. But you know that, obviously. It’s why you’re here. How long have you been waiting?”<br/><br/>“Two days,” the guy said. He went into one of his many pockets and came out with a white envelope. He said, “We thought we might save you a minute or two.” He handed the envelope to Reacher. It was empty, except for a small plastic rectangle that slid around inside. He took a look. His new card, clean and shiny. Good for the next many years.<br/><br/>“Thank you, chief,” he said. “Much appreciated.”<br/><br/>The guy said, “Sir, the invitation from the general still stands.”<br/><br/>Reacher nodded. He said, “But it’s not a very attractive proposition, from my point of view, is it? A brand-­new agency that won’t even say its name? And can get instant obedience from civilian banks? I mean, that’s not an automatic hell-­yeah, is it? Would you go, soldier? Deep inside the lion’s den?”<br/><br/>“I would be ordered. You’re being invited.”<br/><br/>“I was invited to go line dancing once. I said no to that too.”<br/><br/>“Sir, the general anticipated a certain degree of reluctance. But she wants to make it happen. So it doesn’t have to be the lion’s den. She’s happy to come to you. One on one. Absolutely your choice of time and place. Whatever works.”<br/><br/>Reacher said nothing. Not his circus. Also not his comfort zone. He had been terminal at major. A humble O4. 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Author-illustrator and Academy Award–winning filmmaker Alan Barillaro takes his storytelling and artwork to new heights in a compelling sequel.When Bunns Rabbit returns from her quest to find the Spirit Fox, she hopes to go back to her quiet life among her family. But Fox has other plans for her. A war is on the horizon, pitting the Spirits of the Sea and Wind against those of the Land and Fire. According to Fox, only one little rabbit stands in their way—her. This time there is more than just her family on the line. It is up to Bunns to save every living creature on the land before they are washed away by the sea forever. With war imminent and newly acquired powers she barely understands, Bunns must avert disaster and find it within herself to stand up and face this new world, whether she is ready to or not. With his inviting prose, warm illustrations, and dramatic graphic panels, Alan Barillaro brings another action-packed tale of daring, bravery, and adventure, filled with heart, kindness, and hope.","<b>\"Action, suspense, and wonder fill the pages, and Bunns, the unassuming hero, learns that the heart is far more powerful than any campaign of anger or greed.\" —<i>Booklist </i>(starred review)<br><br>One adventure has ended, only for a new epic journey to begin . . . Author-illustrator and Academy Award</b>–<b>winning filmmaker Alan Barillaro takes his storytelling and artwork to new heights in a compelling sequel.</b><br><br>When Bunns Rabbit returns from her quest to find the Spirit Fox, she hopes to go back to her quiet life among her family. But Fox has other plans for her. A war is on the horizon, pitting the Spirits of the Sea and Wind against those of the Land and Fire. 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The hard climb to the valley of the mountain rabbits was a twist of roots and rocks, and everywhere Bunns leaped was puddled with rain. It had been a long journey, and Bunns couldn’t remember the last time she and her siblings had found somewhere dry to sleep. The autumn storms had come much earlier than expected and caught them all by surprise. Yet in that moment, no one could find seven happier rabbits.<br/>“We’re nearly there!” Rosie, the youngest, said, speaking louder than a rabbit should when coming upon an unknown place. “Look! This must be it!”<br/>The young rabbits squinted in the heavy rain and, upon seeing the mountain peak, cheered. “Come on and kick those legs!” Flint, the eldest brother, encouraged them. “Let’s hurry—it’s almost nightfall.” He continued faster up the slick rock as Copper chased after him.<br/>“And we’ll get to sleep in a warm, comfy burrow again!” Copper cheered.<br/>“The first one to see Mother and Father wins!” Maple added, catching up to them.<br/>Mila hopped beside Bunns and laughed. “Bunns,” she said, out of breath. “Can you believe it? After all this time, we’ll see Mother and Father again.”<br/>Bunns’s ears fell backward, and there was a sudden lightness in her hop. She had imagined this moment for so long that only her heart could describe her joy.<br/><i>ThA-thum, </i><br/><i>thump, thump . . . </i><br/><i>thA-thum, thump, </i><br/><i>thump . . .</i><br/>Her heartsong called. A heartsong is understood by all rabbits, allowing them to feel what another rabbit feels without so much as a word. Though Bunns was exhausted and hungry, the promise of seeing her parents sent her faster up the mountainside.<br/>“Watch out!” Mila cheered. “Bunns is taking the lead!” Bunns crisscrossed upward through the trees and in no time was the first to ascend the grassy mountain ridge.<br/>“She passed you, Flint!” Maple teased.<br/>The trees gave way to a wide valley that sat between endless mountain peaks. Bunns entered the softly sloping valley, feeling the wet grass against her chest. “Mother! Father! We’re here!” Bunns shouted, searching for her parents in the night.<br/>One by one, rabbits appeared from their mountain homes. They stood up on their haunches, wondering what all the commotion could be about. “Who is it now?” they asked one another. “Visitors at this time of night?”<br/><i>Thump, thump, thump . . .</i> <br/>Beyond the rabbits’ voices, Bunns could feel her parents’ heartsongs calling to her, pointing her home. “I found them!” Bunns announced to her siblings.<br/>“Bunns?” Mother said, leaning out of her mountain den. “Is that really you?”<br/>“Yes, it’s me!” Bunns called back. Though she could barely see her paws in front of her, Bunns ran as fast as she could. She knew her siblings were close behind her. <i>We’re home. We’re finally home</i>, Bunns told herself. Her heartsong reminded her that even in the darkness of night, a rabbit can always find their way. Especially when they’re surrounded by those they love.\"},{\"id\":\"127901040T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>Chapter One: The Valley of the Mountain Rabbits</b><br/>Bunns Rabbit hopped up the mountainside, her fur soaked and muddy. The hard climb to the valley of the mountain rabbits was a twist of roots and rocks, and everywhere Bunns leaped was puddled with rain. It had been a long journey, and Bunns couldn't remember the last time she and her siblings had found somewhere dry to sleep. The autumn storms had come much earlier than expected and caught them all by surprise. Yet in that moment, no one could find seven happier rabbits.<br/>\\\"We're nearly there!\\\" Rosie, the youngest, said, speaking louder than a rabbit should when coming upon an unknown place. \\\"Look! 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A heartsong is understood by all rabbits, allowing them to feel what another rabbit feels without so much as a word. Though Bunns was exhausted and hungry, the promise of seeing her parents sent her faster up the mountainside.<br/>\\\"Watch out!\\\" Mila cheered. \\\"Bunns is taking the lead!\\\" Bunns crisscrossed upward through the trees and in no time was the first to ascend the grassy mountain ridge.<br/>\\\"She passed you, Flint!\\\" Maple teased.<br/>The trees gave way to a wide valley that sat between endless mountain peaks. Bunns entered the softly sloping valley, feeling the wet grass against her chest. \\\"Mother! Father! We're here!\\\" Bunns shouted, searching for her parents in the night.<br/>One by one, rabbits appeared from their mountain homes. 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[A] beautifully illustrated animal fantasy.<br/>—Kirkus Reviews\"},{\"id\":\"134626916T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Barillaro incorporates beautiful color artwork that depicts the story's action as well as panel art. . . . Action, suspense, and wonder fill the pages, and Bunns, the unassuming hero, learns that the heart is far more powerful than any campaign of anger or greed.<br/>--Booklist (starred review) <p/>The dark themes of the hero's journey are resolved with belief in oneself and the aid of friends.<br/>--School Library Journal <p/>Barillaro portrays war as a product of long-held grudges and desire for power, conveying the fragility of all creatures in their vulnerability to famine and sickness. . . . [A] beautifully illustrated animal fantasy.<br/>--Kirkus Reviews\"},{\"id\":\"134626922T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>    Young readers loved her in <em>Bunns Rabbit</em>, and now Bunns is back in this new tale of adventure and bravery. 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Kitty is going to be home at last. But she can’t seem to get Bunny’s words out of her head as Max takes her away in her carrier…“You’re going to regret this! I just know it!” Bunny Van Hopper cries. And perhaps Bunny is right…There is a scent lingering in the house on 5 Manderley Road. The scent rises from every chair leg, every carpet fiber, every throw pillow, even inside the bathtub. Everything smells like Licorice. It is the strongest upstairs in Max’s room, almost overpowering. If the smell isn’t enough, Duchess, the family’s old parrot, won’t let Kitty forget that she is a replacement. And soon, Kitty finds herself trapped in the long shadow of the cat that came before her. But is it just a shadow? 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Rumor has it that he treats all of his pets with care and kindness. And of all the animals at the shelter, he actually chooses her—a scrawny and scared kitten. Kitty is going to be home at last. But she can’t seem to get Bunny’s words out of her head as Max takes her away in her carrier…</p><p></p><p>“You’re going to regret this! I just know it!” Bunny Van Hopper cries. And perhaps Bunny is right…</p><p></p><p>There is a scent lingering in the house on 5 Manderley Road. The scent rises from every chair leg, every carpet fiber, every throw pillow, even inside the bathtub. Everything smells like Licorice. It is the strongest upstairs in Max’s room, almost overpowering. If the smell isn’t enough, Duchess, the family’s old parrot, won’t let Kitty forget that she is a replacement. And soon, Kitty finds herself trapped in the long shadow of the cat that came before her. But is it just a shadow? 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Classes are never straightforward, though Harry receives some extraordinary help from the mysterious Half-Blood Prince.And all the while Harry uncovers the full and complex story of the boy who became Lord Voldemort -- hoping to find what may be his only vulnerability.The sixth book in the Harry Potter series, now illustrated in brilliant full color by award-winning artist Levi Pinfold.","<p><b>The sixth book in the beloved, bestselling Harry Potter series, now illustrated in glorious full color by award-winning artist Levi Pinfold in a jacketed hardcover edition with illustrated endpapers and a ribbon bookmark. A gift to be treasured by Harry Potter fans and book lovers of all ages!</b></p><p>A new era of Hogwarts begins. The HBO Original Series <i>Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone</i> is coming this Christmas to HBO Max.</p><p></p><p>The war against Voldemort is not going well; even Muggle governments are noticing. 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Perfect for fans of The Tryout, The New Girl: First Crush, and Pizza Face.Getting thrown for a loop!What is the best part of seventh grade?A: The cutest boy in school messages you on AIM.B: You've made the volleyball team and nailed your drama club audition.C: Your parents recognize how responsible you are and treat you like an adult.D: SIKE! None of this turns out the way you expect it to!Seventh grade started out strong, but now Sara is struggling... Because of her volleyball schedule, she may not be cast in the play. And due to her commitment to drama club, she could be benched during the big game. To make matters worse, her crush only seems to talk to her when he needs help in math class. And to top it off, her parents pick and choose when to treat her like a kid or a grown-up.Sara's finding herself caught in a strange in-between space. Is she an actress or an athlete? A crush or a calculator? An adolescent or an adult? With so many mixed signals, will Sara ever be able to find her place?In this feel-good follow-up to Mixed Feelings, being a teenage girl has never been so hilarious and harrowing at the same time!","<b>In this funny, feel-good follow-up to <i>Mixed Feelings</i>, Sara struggles to find her place because she's constantly caught between TWO spaces: childhood and adulthood, drama club and volleyball, friends and a crush. Perfect for fans of <i>The Tryout, The New Girl: First Crush</i>, and <i>Pizza Face</i>.</b><p></p><p>Getting thrown for a <i>loop</i>!</p><p></p><p>What is the best part of seventh grade?</p><p>A: The cutest boy in school messages you on AIM.</p><p>B: You've made the volleyball team and nailed your drama club audition.</p><p>C: Your parents recognize how responsible you are and treat you like an adult.</p><p><b>D</b>: <b>SIKE! </b>None of this turns out the way you expect it to!</p><p></p><p>Seventh grade started out strong, but now Sara is struggling... 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This hardcover features sprayed stenciled edges while the special edition supply lasts.Lunar and the Dread Knights must defeat a deadly new enemy to save their solar system in this third book in the New York Times bestselling sci-fi and fantasy mash-up The Dragonships series, sure to delight fans of Skandar and Eragon!Before disappearing, Proteus predicted a threat was approaching the solar system. Something big. But when a year goes by with no attack, Lunar Jones is forced to focus on the here and now. Phobos and Deimos both need new riders. More recruits than ever are trying out for their now-famous crews. And Lunar and Dread are busy preparing for the Solar Summit—a meeting between the planetary dragons that happens once every 500 years. Lunar is so preoccupied, he almost flies right by the first warning: a derelict ship between Earth and Mars with its crew missing. When Lunar stops to investigate, the evidence points to an attack by nine creatures that afterward took flight with one aimed at each of the nine planets. It doesn’t take long before the entire solar system is locked in battle with creatures called void dragons, an undead enemy that proves very difficult to destroy. Worse, their arrival signals the approach of something that would make the shine of even the brightest stars tremble: a black hole. If Lunar and the Dread Knights want to save their world a third time, they’ll have to forge new alliances, summon new powers, and be willing to sacrifice everything.","<b>For the first printing only! This hardcover features sprayed stenciled edges while the special edition supply lasts.</b><br><br><b>Lunar and the Dread Knights must defeat a deadly new enemy to save their solar system in this third book in the</b> <i><b>New York Times</b></i> <b>bestselling sci-fi and fantasy mash-up</b> <b>The Dragonships series, sure to delight fans of Skandar and</b> <i><b>Eragon</b></i><b>!</b><br><br>Before disappearing, Proteus predicted a threat was approaching the solar system. Something big. But when a year goes by with no attack, Lunar Jones is forced to focus on the here and now. Phobos and Deimos both need new riders. More recruits than ever are trying out for their now-famous crews. And Lunar and Dread are busy preparing for the Solar Summit—a meeting between the planetary dragons that happens once every 500 years. <br> <br>Lunar is so preoccupied, he almost flies right by the first warning: a derelict ship between Earth and Mars with its crew missing. 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You’re doing it again</i>.<br> <br>I blink rapidly. I shift in my seat, trying to sit up straighter. Dread is mentally poking me because we’re currently the guests of honor at this big fancy dinner. Our table is right up front, and I can’t stop falling asleep. I’ve nodded off three times now.<br> <br>Up onstage, a guy in a suit has been droning on about advancements in his tech company—and he’s been talking for the last thirty minutes. In an effort to wake myself back up, I reach for the cup on the table in front of me. Dark liquid bubbles inside. It’s some kind of soda from Earth. The server told me a doctor made it, but there’s enough sugar in every sip to put down a full-sized Martian wolf. Still, the carbonation tastes nice. A little burn at the back of the throat. As the speaker continues his speech, I sneak a glance around the rest of the banquet hall.<br> <br>Dread and I are at our own table. On our right, there’s a table reserved for my Dread Knights. Normally, that would have me in a good mood. We’d be making jokes and having a great time together, but when I look that way, the table looks like a smile with a bunch of missing teeth.<br> <br>Less than half the people who got invited are here. Proctor is the one person I already knew wouldn’t be here. She’s up on Deimos. One of ten finalists being considered for the position of dragoon. She deserves it. More than anyone I know. But that doesn’t mean it would be easy to watch her leave the crew we started together.<br> <br>I notice two other big absences: Little Will and Foreman. Right. So the rumors are true. Both of them were offered interviews for new positions on the Phobos crew. I thought that would be an easy no at first. Why leave a planet dragon to fly on a moon dragon? The only problem was both of them were offered promotions. More money. Better benefits. I found out there’s a Martian law that keeps job payment fair. Which means a wingman scout flying on Dread makes the same as a wingman scout flying on Phobos. Even if I feel like we’re the more important crew, I can’t just randomly pay them more so they don’t leave for another job. I would have to promote them on our crew. And I won’t have room for any promotions available <i>unless</i> Proctor leaves.<br> <br>It’s a lose-lose situation.<br> <br>Foreman wanting to take a better job makes sense. The two of us aren’t that close. But Little Will? I have to admit that thought stings. Our story started together. I guess a small part of me believed we’d stick together until we were both too old to fly a dragon. The fact that he’s even taking the interview feels like a <i>betrayal</i>.…<br> <br><i>Lunar. Now, you’re doing the other thing</i>.<br> <br>Right. I take a deep breath. When I haven’t been falling asleep tonight, I’ve been brooding. Lost in angry thoughts that seem to get louder with each day that passes. You know it’s bad when Dread—who pretty much invented having a bad temper—has to keep calming you down. Back when Proteus predicted a threat was coming, I imagined some final boss knocking on the doors of our solar system. Instead, our real enemy has been a surprise. The big bad I’m facing now?<br> <br>Its name is Success.<br> <br>A year has passed since our showdown with Triton. One whole year without any looming threats or ominous villains. I’ve had to watch as my crew slowly figured out there were other possibilities out there for them. Deep down, I know I’m just being selfish. The crew isn’t <i>mine</i>. They don’t belong to me. They can do what they want with their lives. But hey, we are talking about the flight crew that saved the world. Twice. Why fix something if it isn’t broken?<br> <br>“… and that’s what Foundation hopes to bring to Mars.”<br> <br>Everyone around the room starts clapping. I decide the safest thing for me to do is to also clap. I catch Dread rolling his eyes at me. Hopefully, he’s the only one who noticed how distracted I was tonight. I’m about to push to my feet and head for the bathroom when the guy onstage starts talking <i>again</i>. Really? Is he trying to set the record for the longest speech on Mars?<br> <br>“And that brings me to the highlight of the evening: I want to introduce you all to our newest chief technology officer. One of Mars’s very own. I personally think that the CTO we hired is one of the most brilliant human beings I’ve ever met.”<br> <br>The speaker’s eyes swing over to… me?<br> <br>I stare back at him awkwardly. Is this a dream? Like one of those nightmare scenarios where you end up giving a speech in front of everyone, but you’re only wearing your underwear? When I look down, though, I’m in a very nice tuxedo. I glance back up, and he’s still looking my way. This is weird. I’ve never had anyone call me brilliant before. I’m also pretty sure that I didn’t sign up to be the chief technology officer at this random tech company.<br> <br>“Please give a warm welcome to the one and only: Star Dawkins.”<br> <br>My confusion swings her way. I watch Doc rise from her seat. She’s traded her normal utility belt full of gadgets for a glittering dress. Her hair is down, styled in a way I’ve never seen. Like little waves that run as far as her shoulders. I can only watch as she walks up to…<br> <br><i>Lunar. You need to calm down</i>.<br> <br><i>You need to calm down</i>. I shoot that thought back at him, because honestly? I’m not calm. That boring guy onstage just called Doc—<i>our</i> Doc—his chief technology officer. That doesn’t sound like a volunteer role. It doesn’t sound like a side gig that she’ll do on weekends or whatever. I’m pretty sure what’s happening right now is I’m watching the smartest person on my entire crew walk up and shake hands with her new boss. Great. Just great. Love that for me.<br> <br>Doc turns and beams a smile at the rest of the room.<br> <br>“I’m not one for big speeches,” she says. “But I could not be more excited to begin my work with Foundation. The team they have in place is already so talented. Their resources are vast. The work we’re doing will benefit <i>every</i> planet in this solar system, but none more so than Mars. I have never been more excited to get to work.”<br> <br>Gut punch after gut punch. Everyone keeps clapping. Like this is good news. But I want to march up there, grab the mic, and tell them this is a huge mistake. I’m about to when a voice sounds in my ear. “Clap, Lunar. You need to clap and you need to smile because one of the people who helped you save Mars just got her dream job. You are proud of her. Even if you don’t feel it right now, you are proud of her, and you need to make sure she knows that. Doc deserves that much.”<br> <br>Proctor. I have no idea where she came from or how she got here, but I know she’s right. Her voice cuts through my annoyance like a knife. After a moment, I take her suggestion. I start clapping, even lifting my fingers to my lips to let out a sharp whistle. Doc has a huge grin as she returns from her podium to see us celebrating. Proctor just saved me from ruining the night for everyone.<br> <br>“When did you even—”<br> <br>I turn, and my question literally stumbles to a halt. Proctor dressed up for the event too. She’s wearing a silver dress that literally looks like moonlight. Her hair is pinned up with just a few delicate strands reaching down to frame her face. For some reason, she looks so fancy that even the freckles on her cheeks seem like they were designed for the evening. Constellations that someone artfully dotted into place. It takes me a split second to realize that the normal words that come to mind when I think of Proctor—tough, resilient, determined—aren’t the ones rising to the surface. Instead, a very different word comes stumbling out of my mouth.<br> <br>“Beautiful. I mean. You look… tonight… Sorry…”<br> <br>I’m pretty sure there’s nothing in the known universe that could make both of us feel more awkward than what I just said. Her olive cheeks blush with color. I can feel heat creeping up my neck. Dread doesn’t say anything, but I can feel the intensity of his eyes on me. Like he’s stumbled upon a science exhibit he finds particularly fascinating. Proctor eventually responds with her usual sarcasm. “Well, geesh, don’t act like you’ve never seen a dress before, baseline.”<br> <br>She reaches for the fizzing drink on the table. I start to point out that it’s <i>my</i> drink and I’ve already sipped it and someone once told me that sharing a drink is basically the same as kissing because you leave germs on the glass and then the other person leaves germs on the—and it’s too late. She chugs the entire thing before I can say a word. Her face scrunches together.<br> <br>“Carbonation,” I say. “Really burns going down.”<br> <br>She nods. “I know. Poppy used to sneak Dr Pepper into the bunker. It was his favorite.”<br> <br>“Really?” I frown at the empty glass. “So, a doctor really made this?”<br> <br>“Of course not. This stuff will rot your teeth right out of your skull.”<br> <br>“But then why—”<br> <br>“Come on,” she says. “Let’s congratulate the real Doc.”<br> <br>I follow her across the room, walking from one awkward moment right into another. Doc’s wearing that same big smile. The rest of the crew are congratulating her while also mourning that she’ll be leaving our crew. A few people are shaking a kid named Devin Book by the shoulders. He’s likely to be tapped as Doc’s replacement. Nowhere near the same skill level, but he works fast, and his coded ship is the one that got us safely to and from Phobos last year for the negotiation with Triton. I sit back and enjoy the swirl of conversations. I notice Proctor is really good at pretending to be happy for Doc. So good at it, in fact, that I finally realize she <i>is</i> happy. She’s proud of her best friend. And I am too.<br> <br>For the next hour, we all kick it together. We eat really good cake. Roddy convinces everyone to go out on the dance floor, where Easton and Weston surprise the group with some of the better dance routines we’ve ever seen. It has me thinking this is what they work on whenever they’re patrolling the back corridors of the ship. Before long, the night feels like a proper celebration. One of our own just landed a huge job with one of the biggest tech companies in the solar system. It takes effort, but I realize mid-dance that I’ve traded out my growing annoyance for something far easier to carry around: joy.<br> <br>I also find myself sneaking glances at Proctor. We spent a few months awkwardly avoiding eye contact. I found out she had a crush on me when we looked at the memories Triton had stolen. It was something I was never meant to see. Super embarrassing. At first. It took some time, but eventually my embarrassment melted into something more like curiosity. I’d find myself thinking about her before I went to sleep most nights. Wondering if maybe—just maybe—I felt that way about her too.<br> <br>Tonight is only bringing out that feeling more. She’s magnetic. Definitely not the best dancer—finally, something she’s not the best at—but that silver dress she’s wearing reflects the light so that dozens of smaller moons seem to be dancing across the floor by her feet. It’s like she has her own aura. I’m feeling just reckless enough to tell her that when someone bumps into me hard from the right. My eyes swing around, and I’m face-to-face with Percy Lee.<br> <br>It’s shocking to see her. Mainly because I was just on a mission to tell Proctor how pretty she looks tonight, but also because I checked the invitation list for this event the other day, and Percy hadn’t reserved a seat. She looks gorgeous tonight too. If Proctor has the quiet beauty of the moon, Percy’s more like the sun. So bright that she’s almost hard to look at directly. Her hair is pulled into a tight braid that runs down one shoulder. The style draws out her sharp cheekbones and big eyes. When she smiles, it’s like I’m getting blasted by a solar flare at point-blank range. I blurt out the only question I can think of: “What are you doing here?”<br> <br>She’s rocking back and forth to the beat of the song. “Wow. Be careful, dragoon. I wouldn’t want you to sound excited to see me or anything.”<br> <br>I snort. “Sorry. What I meant was… didn’t the Luna dragonship already head back to Earth? I thought they departed this morning.”<br> <br>Percy nods. “Training program, remember? I’m on Mars for cross-planetary training.”<br> <br>It sounds vaguely familiar. After defeating Triton, the two of us sat together for several meals on Neptune. Since then, I’ve seen her about once a month. It’s felt like a series of fortunate events. We keep bumping into each other in random hangars, or we end up at the same parties, like this one. Her dad is Adrian Lee—the official dragoon for Luna. Last year, he told me he wanted her to learn the ropes for when it was her turn to take over. I’m sure her training program is focused on that, but I can’t remember exactly what she’s doing because, honestly, every time she looks at me, I’m mostly focused on trying not to sweat.<br> <br>“Training,” I repeat. “Right. Yeah. So, you’re here. On Mars.”<br> <br>She offers another smile. “Again, don’t sound <i>too</i> excited, Lunar.”<br> <br>The two of us keep dancing as the silence stretches. Why can’t I make the thoughts in my brain come out as normal-sounding words? It takes me a second to realize that I’ve slowly allowed myself to be pulled across the dance floor. Away from my crew. Away from the safety of a bigger group dance. If anyone looked at Percy and me right now, I’m pretty sure it would seem like we were dancing together. Just the two of us.<br> <br>Almost on cue, the music changes.<br> <br>From a fast song to a slow song. One of those songs where most people immediately step off the dance floor, and all that’s left out there are old married couples or people who somehow find the bravery to declare themselves boyfriend and girlfriend. I’m about to pull that same slip-off-the-dance-floor maneuver when Percy shocks me again and offers her hand.<br> <br>She wants to dance. With me.<br> <br>My brain actually overloads. Pure malfunction. Thoughts start ping-ponging back and forth faster than the speed of light. Before I can say yes or no, I remember that I was dancing with the crew. I also remember that I was literally about to go talk to Proctor. When I look back, though, she’s gone. Or <i>almost</i> gone. I catch the final swish of her silver dress near one of the back doors. Doc is hustling to catch up with her. It’s almost like she was…<br> <br>“Oh. That’s not good.” I offer Percy an apologetic look. “I’m—I’m sorry. I have to…”<br> <br>And I actually leave her there. I make it halfway across the ballroom before realizing that I just publicly abandoned the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen on a dance floor. Literally left her hanging with her hand in the air. I stop in my tracks to explain, but Percy has stormed off in the opposite direction of Proctor. “Great,” I say through gritted teeth. “Just great.”<br> <br>Dread’s thoughts whisper across the room to me. <i>This is like watching a movie. A very bad movie where no one is happy at the end. What are those called again…? It’s on the tip of my tongue.…</i><br> <br>I don’t respond. Instead, I shove through the back doors, searching for any sign of Proctor or Doc. Both of them have vanished, though. There’s a group of fancy older folks. I accidentally make eye contact with them, and the entire group comes buzzing over with drinks in their hands. All of them are eager to introduce themselves because that’s what events like this are for. Wealthy citizens getting to meet the new stars of the planet. What it means for me is that I just lost any chance of catching Proctor. After a brief chat, I head back inside the main banquet hall. The party is starting to wind down. No sign of Proctor. No sign of Percy, either. I end up slumped back in my chair. My crew seems to pick up on the vibe. No one comes over to talk to me. Dread doesn’t poke me at first, but eventually his eyes narrow in that dragonish smile.<br> <br><i>Tragedy! That’s the word. That was like watching a tragedy</i>.<br> <br>I sip my drink and don’t say anything, because what is there to say?<br> <br>He’s right. 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The culturally rich language and authentically portrayed characters who are full of complexity make this work shine, and the blend of prose and poetry enhances the compelling storytelling.\\\" - <b><i>Kirkus Reviews (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"<b>A striking and nuanced portrait of the realities of juvenile detention and mental illness.</b> Evocative language captures institutional confinement and celebrates books—such as bell hooks’s <i>All About Love</i> by and Toni Morrison’s <i>Beloved</i>—as a source of connection, self-discovery, and refuge.\\\" - <b><i>Publisher's Weekly (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"<b>Intensely genuine</b>. Readers will be pleased with Acevedo’s return to YA fiction with the perfectly imperfect Lil, who carries the weight of the world on her shoulders, but whose family works to unburden her in the only ways they know how. \\\" - <b><i>The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"A gorgeous story that navigates trust, identity and the power of community<i>, <b>Anger Is Only a Shadow</b></i><b> recognizes the reality of darkness and pain while throwing open the curtains to let in the light</b>. Blending powerful free-verse poetry with prose that dances and sings, Acevedo draws on her experience as a teaching artist conducting poetry workshops with incarcerated young women.\\\" - <b><i>BookPage Reviews (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"<b>Acevedo once again proves her skill </b>with fluid storytelling that thoughtfully captures big questions in colloquial language that all YA readers will appreciate. [She] deftly alternates between narrative modes—the result is an incredibly strong study of a young mixed girl (Indigenous Salvadoran and Afro Dominican) who's trying to sort out who she truly is amid the noise of what the world thinks of her.\\\" - <b><i>Booklist (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Printz-winning Acevedo is back with her first YA novel in six years. This is another tour de force from the celebrated author and well worth the wait. <b>Stunning work.</b>\\\" - <b><i>School Library Journal (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"<b>A tremendously impactful story.</b> Lil's moving first-person prose narrative, elevated by her precise and audaciously voiced diary-in-verse, tells of an enormously supportive family--of \\\"the moldability of a love that spackles over the deepest flaws and cracks.\\\" Lil channels Aldwin's acts of kindness and ferocious familial loyalty as a guide to help him the way he has always helped her. Acevedo incorporates figures from Salvadoran, Dominican, and Taíno myths who parallel her characters in this moving story about a closely connected family.\\\" - <b><i>Shelf Awareness (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Acevedo weaves eloquent first-person prose with “Where I’m From” poems, which delve into the protagonist’s understanding of herself. The affecting novel adeptly balances its weighty subjects with the sweetness of Lil’s bond with Aldwin and of her budding relationship with a longtime crush. Lil and the supporting characters are multilayered and authentically complex, challenging both Lil’s and readers’ preconceptions about what making the right choices can mean.\\\" - <b><i>Horn Book (starred review)</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"130450600T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"<b>An irresistible story of family connection, resilience, and loyalty.</b> Acevedo's masterful narrative handles the issues Lil faces with believable sensitivity and insight. The culturally rich language and authentically portrayed characters who are full of complexity make this work shine, and the blend of prose and poetry enhances the compelling storytelling.\\\" - <b><i>Kirkus Reviews (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"<b>A striking and nuanced portrait of the realities of juvenile detention and mental illness.</b> Evocative language captures institutional confinement and celebrates books--such as bell hooks's <i>All About Love</i> by and Toni Morrison's <i>Beloved</i>--as a source of connection, self-discovery, and refuge.\\\" - <b><i>Publisher's Weekly (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"<b>Intensely genuine</b>. Readers will be pleased with Acevedo's return to YA fiction with the perfectly imperfect Lil, who carries the weight of the world on her shoulders, but whose family works to unburden her in the only ways they know how. \\\" - <b><i>The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"A gorgeous story that navigates trust, identity and the power of community<i>, <b>Anger Is Only a Shadow</b></i><b> recognizes the reality of darkness and pain while throwing open the curtains to let in the light</b>. Blending powerful free-verse poetry with prose that dances and sings, Acevedo draws on her experience as a teaching artist conducting poetry workshops with incarcerated young women.\\\" - <b><i>BookPage Reviews (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"<b>Acevedo once again proves her skill </b>with fluid storytelling that thoughtfully captures big questions in colloquial language that all YA readers will appreciate. [She] deftly alternates between narrative modes--the result is an incredibly strong study of a young mixed girl (Indigenous Salvadoran and Afro Dominican) who's trying to sort out who she truly is amid the noise of what the world thinks of her.\\\" - <b><i>Booklist (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Printz-winning Acevedo is back with her first YA novel in six years. This is another tour de force from the celebrated author and well worth the wait. <b>Stunning work.</b>\\\" - <b><i>School Library Journal (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"<b>A tremendously impactful story.</b> Lil's moving first-person prose narrative, elevated by her precise and audaciously voiced diary-in-verse, tells of an enormously supportive family--of \\\"the moldability of a love that spackles over the deepest flaws and cracks.\\\" Lil channels Aldwin's acts of kindness and ferocious familial loyalty as a guide to help him the way he has always helped her. 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Lil and the supporting characters are multilayered and authentically complex, challenging both Lil's and readers' preconceptions about what making the right choices can mean.\\\" - <b><i>Horn Book (starred review)</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"132757093T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"Kirkus Prize, Short-listed<br/>AudioFile Magazine Earphones Award, Winner<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"129897705T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>From the beloved author of <em>The Poet X</em> comes a powerful novel of self-discovery and making difficult choices. 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She holds a BA in Performing Arts from The George Washington University and an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Maryland. Acevedo has been a fellow of Cave Canem and Cantomundo, and a participant in the Callaloo Writer’s Workshops. She is a National Poetry Slam Champion, and resides in Washington, DC, with her family.</p><p></p></p>\"},{\"id\":\"130450603T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p><p><b>Elizabeth Acevedo </b>is the <i>New York Times</i>-bestselling author of <i>The Poet X, </i> which won the National Book Award for Young People's Literature, the Michael L. Printz Award, the Pura Belpré Award, the Carnegie Medal, the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award, and the Walter Award. 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Perfect for fans of Madeline Miller and Alexandra Bracken.This gorgeous DELUXE LIMITED EDITION is available in the US and Canada while supplies last and includes: ★ Designed edges★ Foil jacket design★ Special endpapers★ Printed caseBeginning a generation before Hekate, Styx sings the story of the goddess of the underworld river that bears her name.The firstborn child of Titans, Styx is revered as the first of her kind—until she is eclipsed and forgotten amid her scores of siblings, the Oceanids and the Potamoi.Coming of age in a world simmering with paranoia and unspoken fear of Zeus, Styx learns to conceal the rage ignited by her growing disillusionment with her parents and her vain and unkind siblings. Instead, she finds solace and sisterhood in her cousin, Asteria. Together, they train in the arts of creation and magic. And as they seek to learn their divine purpose and their place within the Titanomachy, they discover both the joy sparked by true love and the fierce resilience birthed from motherhood.In this lyrical and heartrending tale of sisterhood, identity, love, and war, Styx must carve her own path to womanhood—and ultimately, godhood.Meet all the Goddesses of the Underworld:Hekate: The WitchStyx: The RiverNyx: The Night","<b>The instant #1 </b><i><b>New York Times</b></i><b> bestselling series!</b><br><br><b>This richly imagined retelling of the Greek myth of Styx, goddess of the underworld river, is a powerful novel-in-verse from world-renowned poet Nikita Gill. 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It absolutely broke my heart. It also contains a devastating warning – if as a woman you serve the Patriarchy, it will devour you... Absolutely cannot wait to see how Nikita concludes her extraordinary trilogy!”—<i><b>Elodie Harper, bestselling author of the Wolf Den trilogy</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"<i>Styx</i> is a rich, gleaming jewel of a novel…Nikita Gill weaves a heartbreakingly beautiful story of feminine rage and strength, illuminating the destructive nature of patriarchy and the resilience and hopefulness of women with her unmatched wisdom, compassion and flawless verse.”—<i><b>Jennifer Saint, author of Ariadne</b></i><br/><br/><b>&#9733; </b>\\\"Poignant, powerful, and sharply observed.\\\"—<i><b>Kirkus, starred review</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Gill deftly weaves together differing and occasionally contradictory Greek myths. The various aspects, powers, and roles assigned to deities are organically blended, resulting in a surprisingly relatable story set in an underexplored early era in Greek mythology. Strongly recommended for lovers of classical Greek and Roman mythology, particularly feminist retellings such as Jennifer Saint’s <i>Ariadne</i>, Madeline Miller’s <i>Circe</i>, or Gill’s preceding <i>Hekate</i>.\\\"—<i><b>SLJ</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"<i>Styx: The River</i>, the stunning second installment of Nikita Gill's Goddesses of the Underworld trilogy, is a mournful, moving novel-in-verse…[it] invites readers to consider the choices women have in a world that tries to command them.”—<i><b>Shelf Awareness</b></i><br/><br/><u><b>Praise for <i>Hekate: The Witch:</i></b></u><BR /> * \\\"Irish Indian poet and author Nikita Gill (<i>The Girl and the Goddess</i>) revives the figure of Hekate in a gripping coming-of-age story told not in epic verse, but in deeply personal poems from the goddess's point of view.\\\" &#8213;<b><i>Shelf Awareness</i>, starred review</b><BR /><BR /> * “A beautiful coming-of-age story about a young woman who pushes boundaries, makes mistakes, and courageously moves forward despite learning increasingly heartbreaking truths about the world around her.... Strongly recommended for fans of Greek and Roman mythology, particularly feminist retellings such as Jennifer Saint’s <i>Ariadne</i> or Madeline Miller’s <i>Circe</i>.\\\"&#8213;<b><i>School Library Journal</i>, starred review</b><BR /><BR /> \\\"A magical journey of survival and discovery through the Greek Underworld. Populated with unforgettable gods and titans and narrated in dream-like poetry, <i>Hekate </i>is a unique creation and the most original addition to the retelling genre I have read in a while.\\\" <b>– Costanza Casati, bestselling author of <i>Clytemnestra</i></b><BR /><BR /> \\\"Nikita Gill has a gift for slicing deftly through these complex myths to reveal the glittering, poignant truth at their heart. In <i>Hekate</i>, we are plunged into a vivid and imaginatively wrought divine world that is monstrous, magical and beautiful through the perspective of a bewildered child of war who grows up to understand and embrace her power. It's a timely and achingly resonant reflection on conflict, fear and the unbreakable bonds of family conveyed in exquisite, evocative poetry.\\\" <b>– Jennifer Saint, author of <i>Ariadne</i></b><BR /><BR /><i>“Hekate</i> must be a work of stunning witchcraft, because I was spellbound from its very opening pages. Gill's lyrical prose is pure magic and brings the captivating, enigmatic Hekate to life so beautifully, exploring the life of a goddess fighting to find her place and power in the world.”—<b>Rosie Hewlett, bestselling author of <i>Medea</i></b><BR /><BR /> “The richly imagined setting serves as a vibrant backdrop for Hekate’s journey of self-discovery and actualization as she uncovers dark secrets and meets familiar and novel figures of Greek myth.”&#8213;<i><b>Publishers Weekly</b></i><BR /><BR /> “Poet Gill’s recognizable voice anchors this work as much in mythology as in the perils of modern girl- and womanhood; alongside the familiar narrative beats of an adventure story, she explores with care generational trauma, sexual violence, and the cost of war…. Fiercely feminist, this reimagining of a lesser-known goddess crackles with magic.”&#8213;<i><b>Kirkus</b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"130450413T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"<i>Styx: The River</i>, the stunning second installment of Nikita Gill's Goddesses of the Underworld trilogy, is a mournful, moving novel-in-verse...[it] invites readers to consider the choices women have in a world that tries to command them.\\\"--<i><b>Shelf Awareness</b></i><br/><br/><b>&#9733; </b>\\\"Poignant, powerful, and sharply observed.\\\"--<i><b>Kirkus, starred review</b></i><br/><br/><b>JLG Selection</b> <p/>\\\"<i>Styx </i>is that rare sequel which not only stands as a wonderful book in its own right but also deepens and enriches your experience of the book which went before...The book is in many ways a love story revolving around a female friendship. It absolutely broke my heart. It also contains a devastating warning - if as a woman you serve the Patriarchy, it will devour you... Absolutely cannot wait to see how Nikita concludes her extraordinary trilogy!\\\"--<i><b>Elodie Harper, bestselling author of the Wolf Den trilogy</b></i><br/><br/><b>Praise for <i>Hekate: The Witch: </i></b> <br/> * \\\"Irish Indian poet and author Nikita Gill (<i>The Girl and the Goddess</i>) revives the figure of Hekate in a gripping coming-of-age story told not in epic verse, but in deeply personal poems from the goddess's point of view.\\\" &#8213;<b><i>Shelf Awareness</i>, starred review</b> <p/> * \\\"A beautiful coming-of-age story about a young woman who pushes boundaries, makes mistakes, and courageously moves forward despite learning increasingly heartbreaking truths about the world around her.... 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He died six years ago.<br/><br/>Or maybe she’s grieving Lexie’s failures.<br/><br/>Maybe Lexie’s mother suffers a thousand allergies, and<br/><br/>maybe she suffers vitamin deficiencies.<br/><br/>Her back aches. Her head is sore.<br/><br/>She is always exhausted.<br/><br/>Her hands are swollen. And her feet.<br/><br/>Lexie is<br/><br/>fine,<br/><br/>fine,<br/><br/>fine.<br/><br/>She is silent, nowadays.<br/><br/>As she drove, Lexie ate powdery cheese crackers.<br/><br/>She listened to podcasts about true crime and pop culture.<br/><br/>She stopped for gas and washed her face in the stinky beige of the station restroom.<br/><br/>Her butt kinda hurt and she got bored of all her podcasts.<br/><br/>Mom, you okay to drive when we get to the next stop?<br/><br/>No, I won’t be, honey.<br/><br/>My pain is acting up.<br/><br/>You’re so good to do it.<br/><br/>I don’t think so, honey.<br/><br/>Orly got tired of her word search book.<br/><br/>Orly got tired of an audiobook about Judy Moody.<br/><br/>Orly got tired of searching for the alphabet on road signs.<br/><br/>They slept in motel rooms, all three together.<br/><br/>They washed their clothes in the bathroom sinks, and once in an Illinois laundromat.<br/><br/>Still, Lexie was glad they were going to Covington.<br/><br/>She had read about the cobblestone streets in the old part of town.<br/><br/>The town square with its ornate fountain.<br/><br/>The red-­gold fall and the wicked-­cold winter.<br/><br/>She had read about the pools, as well.<br/><br/>Hot spring water is rich in calcium and sodium bicarbonate. 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The details never seemed important.<br/><br/>Then, midway through the summer after I graduated high school, my father introduces himself by email:<br/><br/>Matilda,<br/><br/>This is Kingsley Cello. I am an artist. I am your father.<br/><br/>I know I have never been in your life, but I'd like to change that.<br/><br/>There is a painting I want to give you. Please come see me at Hidden Beach for a visit.<br/><br/>I never even knew my father's name until today. And maybe I should hate this guy Kingsley for never being around, for whatever he did to Isadora. But instead, his stilted note makes the world begin to hum.<br/><br/>Think of it like: You unlock a secret level you never even imagined was in a game. It's an invitation to go in an unexpected direction. Today, I am invited to a hidden beach. Waiting there for me is the father I never thought I'd meet.<br/><br/>When I search for him online, I realize the level I've unlocked is massive. Kingsley Cello is just about as famous as a living painter gets. There are hundreds of hits: articles in fancy-­sounding art magazines and reviews of solo exhibits at major museums.<br/><br/>Here are questions the search engine pops up when I look for his name:<br/><br/><i>What is Kingsley Cello best known for?</i> Controversial neoclassical paintings. 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It was a place of<br><br>barbecues, sunblock, acoustic guitars, and midnight swims.<br><br>Oil paint, intrusive briars. Hungry dogs.<br><br>Drawings on skin, terrible lies, and<br><br>long afternoons at the edge of the sea.<br><br>The three boys who lived in the castle followed strange rules, fended for themselves, and became the whole world to each other, keeping their secrets locked in a tower. They were prisoners in an endless idyll.<br><br>There was something rotten there, like a bowl of beautiful berries gone putrid in the heat.<br><br>I was eighteen, a cold cup of tea, unwanted.<br><br>I had an arsenal of weapons.<br><br>I was the bringer of madness.<br><br>When he first began building the castle on the cliff, my father&rsquo;s friends traveled to see him. People slept in half-&shy;constructed towers and outbuildings. They even slept in tents on the lawn. They cooked clams in bonfires on the beach and threw themselves into the ocean waves on hungover mornings. The idea was that they&rsquo;d live apart from the rest of the world, free of obligations and conventional beliefs.<br><br>Some of those friends didn&rsquo;t leave for years. They took up lives in the towers and the pool house. They played guitar, wrote poetry, took photographs, and wove tapestries. They took drugs and raised children.<br><br>And they modeled for my father. He spent his days with paintbrush in hand, capturing the faces and bodies of his friends, the frenzy of the sea at his feet.<br><br>That&rsquo;s all over now.<br><br>2<br><br>My name is Matilda Avalon Klein. I am the only child of Isadora Hirschel Klein.<br><br>My mother escaped her parents pretty young. They told her she was worthless and she disagreed. She spoke to them as little as possible when they were alive. It was better to keep away, and now they&rsquo;re gone.<br><br>She and I have always been a family of two.<br><br>If I asked about a dad, Isadora told me we were better off without him and left it at that. The details never seemed important.<br><br>Then, midway through the summer after I graduated high school, my father introduces himself by email&#58;<br><br>Matilda,<br><br>This is Kingsley Cello. I am an artist. I am your father.<br><br>I know I have never been in your life, but I&rsquo;d like to change that.<br><br>There is a painting I want to give you. Please come see me at Hidden Beach for a visit.<br><br>I never even knew my father&rsquo;s name until today. And maybe I should hate this guy Kingsley for never being around, for whatever he did to Isadora. But instead, his stilted note makes the world begin to hum.<br><br>Think of it like&#58; You unlock a secret level you never even imagined was in a game. It&rsquo;s an invitation to go in an unexpected direction. Today, I am invited to a hidden beach. Waiting there for me is the father I never thought I&rsquo;d meet.<br><br>When I search for him online, I realize the level I&rsquo;ve unlocked is massive. Kingsley Cello is just about as famous as a living painter gets. There are hundreds of hits&#58; articles in fancy-&shy;sounding art magazines and reviews of solo exhibits at major museums.<br><br>Here are questions the search engine pops up when I look for his name&#58;<br><br><i>What is Kingsley Cello best known for?</i> Controversial neoclassical paintings. 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Or is it?Years after her first tumble down the rabbit hole, Alice returns to Wonderland for good. As a young woman with limited options in 19th century London, only Wonderland can grant her the freedom she craves, like the chance to open a traveling magical tea shop.Even though Alice expects madness from familiar faces like Hatter, Hare, and the Cheshire Cat, she doesn't expect to meet another real-world teenager—one who claims she is the \"true\" Alice and the first adventurer to explore Wonderland. Soon, the Queen of Hearts' soldiers capture both girls and bring them to the castle, and more startling truths come to light: dozens of other so-called \"Alices\" have appeared in Wonderland, too.Based on a strange prophecy, the Queen believes one Alice is destined to save Wonderland from utter peril: three ghastly mock dragons who have invaded from another realm. Whoever can stop the mock dragons will be named \"The Alice\" . . . while the others will be exiled, never allowed to return.Determined to secure Wonderland's future and her own, Alice sets out on a daring quest, equipped only with her enchanted tea set. Hesitant to trust any other Alices, she forms a tenuous alliance with a strange boy with a connection to the fearful jabberwocks of lore. But is Alice truly the Alice in Wonderland, or a mere footnote in another heroine's story?","<p><b>This Barnes &amp; Noble Exclusive Edition features an exclusive blue jacket and unique yellow case, plus a Q&amp;A with the author!<br><br>Timed to the 75th anniversary of Disney's enduring classic <i>Alice in Wonderland</i>, this young adult sequel follows teenaged Alice on a curious new adventure down the rabbit hole, many years after her first visit to Wonderland.</b><br><br><i>Wonderland is a world of Alice's own. Or is it?</i><br><br>Years after her first tumble down the rabbit hole, Alice returns to Wonderland for good. As a young woman with limited options in 19th century London, only Wonderland can grant her the freedom she craves, like the chance to open a traveling magical tea shop.<br><br>Even though Alice expects madness from familiar faces like Hatter, Hare, and the Cheshire Cat, she doesn't expect to meet another real-world teenager—one who claims<i> she</i> is the \"true\" Alice and the first adventurer to explore Wonderland. Soon, the Queen of Hearts' soldiers capture both girls and bring them to the castle, and more startling truths come to light: dozens of other so-called \"Alices\" have appeared in Wonderland, too.<br><br>Based on a strange prophecy, the Queen believes one Alice is destined to save Wonderland from utter peril: three ghastly mock dragons who have invaded from another realm. 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It wasn’t until Kevin’s ex-girlfriend Gen and his sister, Amanda, came forward, that Eden knew she wasn’t alone. Determined to do everything in their power to pursue justice, Eden, Amanda, and Gen testified against Kevin in a trial that turned their lives inside out. In the wake of the judge’s decision, they are now expected to move on—all while grappling with the hurt and grief that are never far behind. Amanda is adrift finishing high school, Eden is still learning what it means to be in a healthy relationship, and college dropout Gen is struggling to find direction at all. 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Suddenly, she leaves her small Nebraska town behind for a historic brownstone in New York City and an elite private school filled with wealthy students who seem to know rules Julia never learned. Meanwhile, Damion is grieving, too. His late great-uncle was the one person who encouraged him to follow his own path rather than the future his wealthy parents have planned for him, and he can’t understand why the man he loved would leave everything to strangers. Both teens balk when Damion is assigned to be Julia’s math tutor, but Julia desperately needs help, and Damion sees an opportunity to prove his assumption that Julia’s family are grifters. Determined to resist their mutual attraction, the two teens weaponize sarcasm and mock flirting to hide their true feelings. But the more time they spend together, the harder they fall. Alongside romance, Painter explores trust, identity, and fitting in. The glitzy backdrop of New York’s wealthy social scene adds plenty of theater. 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It was written in blood. But that is not why it is beautiful. It is beautiful because Gwynne knows that war is hell, and only in hell can we mean mortals discover the angels within.”—<i><b>Pierce Brown, #1 New York Times bestselling author</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"A shivering epic of war and magic told behind the pages of the past, with a remarkable young heroine at its beating heart. John Gwynne artfully weaves myth and history to capture a reader from the very first sentence.\\\"—<i><b>Victoria Aveyard, #1 New York Times bestselling author</b></i><br/><br/>“Epic in scale and deeply human at its heart, <i>The Wolves of War </i>is a masterclass in heroic fantasy. Gwynne's unforgettable characters and cinematic storytelling had me captivated from beginning to end.”—<i><b>Danielle L. 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A smile that immediately fell away as her friend said, “The archconductor is monitoring a session. From the sound of it, Edwin is having a hard time finishing. They’ve been at it for”—­he glanced at his watch—­“half an hour. You might want to wait until the old bastard manages to get off.”<br/><br/>Lirien grimaced, her already lackluster enthusiasm for this meeting turning to dread. “The rigrat who delivered the message said the archconductor wanted to see me quicklike, so I’m not sure waiting is an option.”<br/><br/>Davis winced, then gave her a sly grin. “Maybe Edwin asked the archconductor to sub you in. I can only imagine that f***ing Veronica is no treat. I’d rather stick my cock in a bucket of ice—­I’d get less frostbite.”<br/><br/>Lirien crossed her arms and glared at her friend. “Do not even joke about that. 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Two aero­man­cers have sixteenth birthdays coming up, and once they are cleared to run their own windrigs and can cover for her, Reesha will be able to take time out of service.”<br/><br/>Her friends had been hoping for a chance at a child for years, and despite her own misgivings about the matter, Lirien said, “Congratulations! Truly, Davis, I’m happy for you both!”<br/><br/>“I’ll remember that when we need a childminder.”<br/><br/>“You know I’ll help you both however I can.” She gave him a smirk. “Just get me one of those fancy harnesses and I’ll take the little one uptop with me for fresh air. Smallest member of the crew.”<br/><br/>Davis rolled his eyes, but his voice was serious as he said, “With luck, we’ll have entered the new era before our child ever has to serve.”<br/><br/>Lirien didn’t believe a new era was coming in the way that most believed, but this was not the moment to dash those hopes. Wasn’t the moment to bring up the dark fate that would face their child if they didn’t manifest magic by the time they were fourteen, because they’d be condemned to rearclass under the archconductor’s regime.<br/><br/>I won’t let that happen.<br/><br/>Davis’s eyes searched hers as silence stretched between them. “I wish things were different for you, Lir. It’s not fair how he controls you.”<br/><br/>Lirien shrugged, just as happy that her friend misconstrued the source of her tension, because it was better than him suspecting she was keeping secrets. “The archconductor hasn’t forced the issue, thankfully. Taking me out of service is high risk, and given that I live in the mids, I think people forget that I’m technically a frontie.”<br/><br/>“Yeah,” Davis said, but he looked away as he did, toying with the glowing pyrolance fixed to his belt.<br/><br/>Lirien was the Worldbreaker. Her magic had sundered the continent, which had unleashed the straxi. No one ever forgot that she was the most powerful elemar aboard.<br/><br/>“I should go in.” She rolled her shoulders, then reached out to touch the flexible alloy encasing the vestibule. She didn’t need to do so, because the stone set into the soles of her boots served as a conduit from her magic into the metal of the rig, but being more obvious ended the awkward conversation. Her magic flowed through Dawnrider’s wheels and into the road beneath them. She delved down the highway, preemptively searching for any damage that would impede the rig, because this meeting was likely going to require her undivided attention. “You and Reesha on scout duty after this?”<br/><br/>Davis nodded. “I’ll head up once the session is over. Not even sure why the archconductor wanted me on guard duty.”<br/><br/>It was odd for him to have been given such a mundane task, as Davis was the most powerful pyromancer in the mids, but Lirien didn’t put much thought to it as she hung her greatcoat on a hook and stared at the two doors facing her.<br/><br/>One led to a narrow corridor that ran down the left side of the box. The other led into the box itself. Taking a deep breath, Lirien took hold of the handle of the latter and stepped inside.<br/><br/>She was immediately greeted with heated voices, along with the rhythmic slap slap slap of individuals engaged in coitus.<br/><br/>“I understand why you want it to be Edwin, Archconductor,” Veronica snapped. “But his seed just isn’t taking.”<br/><br/>Lirien made a face, for she hated that word, but then pushed aside the thick velvet curtains. Dense pipe smoke immediately filled her lungs as her boots sank into the sumptuous carpet. The box was dimly lit with lamps, and empty but for three people. “You requested my presence, sir?”<br/><br/>Archconductor Taimen frowned at her, then motioned for her to approach before turning his attention back to Veronica.<br/><br/>The frontclass aeromancer lay naked on a velvet chaise, her heels in stirrups while Edwin pumped furiously between her legs. Sweat ran in rivulets down the sides of the pyromancer’s face, which suggested that Davis hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d said that this session had been going on for some time.<br/><br/>Lirien reluctantly approached, her eyes jumping from the large bar with its endless selection of liquors to the various beds with silken sheets, to the carts full of tools designed to stimulate pleasure, and then back to Taimen and the session he was monitoring.<br/><br/>Veronica had the Program’s ledger in her hands, the bottom of the large book resting on her breasts, which jiggled with Edwin’s every thrust. “I can read the charts, Archconductor. I can see the desirability of a child born from our union, but I’ve been f***ing Edwin for six months and nothing. Perhaps his seed is too weak.”<br/><br/>I hate that word.<br/><br/>“Or perhaps the vessel is too sour,” Edwin gasped from between her legs. “It took just fine in Sabrina.”<br/><br/>“I have had twelve children since Dawnrider began her roll!” Veronica snapped the ledger shut and glared at Edwin. “My eldest daughter is the first elemar of frontclass power born since the Sundering. The best you’ve bred is magic for the mids.”<br/><br/>“At least none of them were nullborn!”<br/><br/>“I can come back later,” Lirien muttered, desperate to be uptop in the open air where it didn’t stink like pipe smoke, unsuccessful sex, and bigotry.<br/><br/>Everyone ignored her.<br/><br/>Taimen raised placating hands at the two fronties, his gray eyes filled with irritation. “I understand the frustration, but a loss of temper will not aid us in our quest.”<br/><br/>“What would aid us is new studs,” Veronica snapped. “If you want a union between my aeromancy and a pyromancer, why not bring in that young one standing guard outside? What’s his name? Davis?”<br/><br/>Lirien couldn’t help but tense. 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Biden took the oath of office on the steps of the U.S. Capitol, where—just two weeks earlier—rioters had stormed the halls and threatened the very foundation of our democracy. He did so while looking out at a field of flags where crowds should have been, except that our nation was in the throes of a pandemic that kept people from gathering. With the nation still reeling from the January 6 assault, shattered by an inept response to a historic pandemic, and paralyzed by a steep recession, the mandate before him was clear but daunting: to heal a divided country, restore the integrity of its frayed institutions, and prove to a skeptical public that the world’s greatest democracy could still deliver for its people.Now Biden tells the story of a historically eventful presidency. With his hallmark grit and decades of hard-won institutional wisdom, he led an administration that engineered the most sweeping domestic agenda in generations. 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Exceeding 40 feet in length and weighing over 9 tons, the largest individuals of this dinosaurian species were intimidating predators capable of crushing bone and consuming more than a hundred pounds of flesh in a bite. But the last of the tyrant dinosaurs had a life beyond ripping and tearing. More than 66 million years ago, T. rex courted each other, nested, watched over their offspring, slept, drank, and explored ancient floodplains inhabited by a fantastic cast of impressive dinosaurs like the huge long-neck Alamosaurus and burly, three-horned Torosaurus. For the first time, the life story of this impressive, sensitive predator is told as if you were there to watch it unfold.In her latest prehistoric nature walk, bestselling and award-winning author Riley Black follows the life of plucky T. rex Snaggletooth from the time she hatches through her tumultuous adulthood. The prehistoric forest Snag emerges into is full of danger, and yet, as Riley bases Snaggletooth's life on the latest scientific discoveries, the carnivorous dinosaur survives to play, court, fight, sleep, nest, and more as she grows up in Cretaceous North America. She tussles with rival tyrannosaurs, hunts for delectable prey, and finds soft moments of connection in the forest. Even the most die-hard dinosaur fan will come away with a new perspective and appreciation for the Tyrant Lizard Queen.","<p><b>From the author of the beloved <i>The Last Days of the Dinosaurs</i>, an imaginative celebration of <i>T. rex</i> from hatching to adulthood</b><br><br><i>Tyrannosaurus rex</i> is a prehistoric celebrity. Exceeding 40 feet in length and weighing over 9 tons, the largest individuals of this dinosaurian species were intimidating predators capable of crushing bone and consuming more than a hundred pounds of flesh in a bite. But the last of the tyrant dinosaurs had a life beyond ripping and tearing. More than 66 million years ago, <i>T. rex</i> courted each other, nested, watched over their offspring, slept, drank, and explored ancient floodplains inhabited by a fantastic cast of impressive dinosaurs like the huge long-neck <i>Alamosaurus</i> and burly, three-horned <i>Torosaurus</i>. For the first time, the life story of this impressive, sensitive predator is told as if you were there to watch it unfold.<br><br>In her latest prehistoric nature walk, bestselling and award-winning author Riley Black follows the life of plucky <i>T. rex</i> Snaggletooth from the time she hatches through her tumultuous adulthood. The prehistoric forest Snag emerges into is full of danger, and yet, as Riley bases Snaggletooth's life on the latest scientific discoveries, the carnivorous dinosaur survives to play, court, fight, sleep, nest, and more as she grows up in Cretaceous North America. She tussles with rival tyrannosaurs, hunts for delectable prey, and finds soft moments of connection in the forest. 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As we follow Snaggletooth the <i>T. rex</i> on her journey from little nestling to fierce adult, we learn fascinating details dinosaur physiology and the Jurassic ecosystem—but most of all, we learn to identify with a creature who has vanished from the Earth, and to appreciate who she really was beyond the myths and monster movies.\\\"<br/>—<b>Annalee Newitz, author of <i>Four Lost Cities: A Secret History of the Urban Age</i> and <i>Automatic Noodle<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"With Riley Black’s latest paean of dinosaurian lore, Tyrant Lizard Queen, she lyrically recreates the life of a tyrannosaur who experiences many meat-and-greet moments during her adventure-filled life in and around a Late Cretaceous forest. Although Tyrant Lizard Queen is part make-believe, its story is firmly grounded in the latest of what we know about this most famous of dinosaurs, Tyrannosaurus, and the places they called home more than 66 million years ago. Read, roar, and enjoy!\\\"<br/>—<b>Anthony Martin, Paleontologist at Emory University,</b> <b>author of </b><i><b>Dinosaurs Without Bones</b><br/>  </i><br/>\\\"Riley Black is one of my favorite writers because she sees fossils with such beauty and clarity, as real animals that once had to eat, sleep, mate and confront all the normal challenges of life. Over the years she has created her own genre of narrative prehistorical nonfiction, and in this new book she introduces Snaggletooth, the dinosaur hero we all need: a <i>T</i>. <i>rex</i> who is an individual, not an icon. Black is remarkable in how she humanizes dinosaurs without anthropomorphizing them. Written with empathy, warmth, and wonder, this is a dinosaur book unlike any you’ve read before.\\\"<br/>—<b>Steve Brusatte, University of Edinburgh paleontologist and <i>New York Times/Sunday Times</i> bestselling author of <i>The Rise and Fall of the Dinosaurs</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"131679548T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"Paleontologist and science writer Riley Black clearly understands that good stories are the vehicles that bring people to science.\\\"<br/>--<i><b>Science <p/></b></i>\\\"Brings Earth's greatest carnivore to life in a way that defies the stereotype of <i>T. rex</i> as a mere flesh ripper.\\\"<br/>--<b><i>Science News</i></b> <p/>\\\"Combining evocative storytelling with meticulous science, Black offers a captivating and intimate portrait of Earth's most famous carnivore. 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As we follow Snaggletooth the <i>T. rex</i> on her journey from little nestling to fierce adult, we learn fascinating details dinosaur physiology and the Jurassic ecosystem--but most of all, we learn to identify with a creature who has vanished from the Earth, and to appreciate who she really was beyond the myths and monster movies.\\\"<br/>--<b>Annalee Newitz, author of <i>Four Lost Cities: A Secret History of the Urban Age</i> and <i>Automatic Noodle <p/></i></b>\\\"With Riley Black's latest paean of dinosaurian lore, Tyrant Lizard Queen, she lyrically recreates the life of a tyrannosaur who experiences many meat-and-greet moments during her adventure-filled life in and around a Late Cretaceous forest. Although Tyrant Lizard Queen is part make-believe, its story is firmly grounded in the latest of what we know about this most famous of dinosaurs, Tyrannosaurus, and the places they called home more than 66 million years ago. Read, roar, and enjoy!\\\"<br/>--<b>Anthony Martin, Paleontologist at Emory University, </b> <b>author of </b><i><b>Dinosaurs Without Bones</b><br/> </i><br/>\\\"Riley Black is one of my favorite writers because she sees fossils with such beauty and clarity, as real animals that once had to eat, sleep, mate and confront all the normal challenges of life. Over the years she has created her own genre of narrative prehistorical nonfiction, and in this new book she introduces Snaggletooth, the dinosaur hero we all need: a <i>T</i>. <i>rex</i> who is an individual, not an icon. Black is remarkable in how she humanizes dinosaurs without anthropomorphizing them. Written with empathy, warmth, and wonder, this is a dinosaur book unlike any you've read before.\\\"<br/>--<b>Steve Brusatte, University of Edinburgh paleontologist and <i>New York Times/Sunday Times</i> bestselling author of <i>The Rise and Fall of the Dinosaurs</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"132232264T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Riley Black, author of <em>The Last Days of the Dinosaurs</em>, chronicles the exciting life of the T. rex, from hatching to adulthood. </p>  \"},{\"id\":\"120599940T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>RILEY BLACK (she/they)</b> has been heralded as “one of our premier gifted young science writers” and is the bestselling, award-winning author of several books, including <i>When the Earth Was Green</i><i> and The Last Days of the Dinosaurs</i>. 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Dru finds herself held prisoner by Prince Ash Morgenstern in the land of Faerie, a place that proves just as dangerous as it is beautiful. Despite herself, Dru is drawn to Ash and the darkness that seems to surround him—but one false move could cost her life.Meanwhile, a shocking disappearance rocks the foundations of the Shadowhunter world. 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The unlikely hero called to save them and herself from this electric hell. <i>Public Access Afterworld</i> is the profound, binge-all-night, headrush of a novel by the celebrated filmmaker of <i>I Saw the TV Glow</i> and <i>Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma</i><br><br> One of <i>Publisher Weekly</i>’s Ten Best Books of the Year<br><br>“Beautiful, funny, and scathing . . . I stayed up all night binge-reading.”—SenLinYu<br>“Gave me a vertiginous thrill I haven’t encountered since David Mitchell.”—Torrey Peters<br>“Psychedelic horror of the first order.”—Grady Hendrix<br>“Heart-wrenching, hilarious, visionary, and so damned smart, this novel is a major work by a major writer.”—Paul Tremblay<br>“Utterly hypnotic.”—Lev Grossman<br>“Dazzling and politically acute, Schoenbrun’s debut announces a major literary voice.”—<i>Kirkus Reviews</i> (starred review)<br>“A dazzling story . . . a great American novel.”—<i>Publishers Weekly </i>(starred review)<br>“One of the best novels of the year.”—<i>Booklist</i> (starred review) <br><br>One of the Most Anticipated Books of the Year: <i>The New York Times, The New York Times Book Review Podcast, The Boston Globe, Time, The Millions, Autostraddle, St. Louis Post Dispatch, Lit Hub</i>, <i>Vulture, AV Club, The Chicago Review of Books, The Bookseller</i>, <i>Reactor, Electric Lit, Book Riot, Crime Reads, Library Journal, Kirkus Reviews</i>, <i>Gizmodo, Debutiful, </i>and <i>Write Through the Night</i></b><br><br><b><i>Find the receiver. Make it real.</i></b><br><br>At 5:35 p.m. on September 3, 1988, Dallas weatherman Ray “Can You Say Sunshine” Davino makes passing reference to Public Access Afterworld during a rambling monologue, right before he puts a gun to his head on live television and pulls the trigger.<br><br>On June 12, 2009, David Sawyer and Erin Morrison, two lonely, TV-obsessed suburban teens who might be falling in love, gather in Erin's basement to watch TV's analog-to-digital transition. But in the static that follows, Erin witnesses surreal broadcasts from a pirate TV network called Public Access Afterworld, and their lives are changed forever.<br><br>Seventeen years later, Bethany Peters toils through the night shift at megacorp GlobalVill’s bleak Austin campus. A trans content moderator, she spends her evenings reviewing an endless stream of horrific videos. But then a young streamer begins to crop up in her feed calling out to Public Access Afterworld.<br><br>But what <i>is </i>Public Access Afterworld?<br><br>Spanning decades and realities, with an unforgettable ensemble of outcasts and nerds—especially the messy but wholly relatable Bethany, who must overcome paranoia and self-doubt to transform into a hero of our times—<i>Public Access Afterworld </i>will have you reading through the night and rooting for its characters to survive. A mesmerizing mash-up of speculative fiction, horror, and conspiracy, it marks the arrival of a major new force in contemporary fiction by a groundbreaking filmmaker who’s been compared to David Lynch and Paul Thomas Anderson.",{"_675":12203,"_36":12204,"_944":9136,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":12207},{"_5667":12205,"_5669":12206},{"_5643":12194},{"_5614":11130},{"_5614":1717},{"_5614":6224},[12164,-5,-5,12165,12166,-5,12167,12168,12169,12170,12171,-5,12172,12173,-5,12174,12175,12176],{"_675":12192,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":12193},{"_675":12191,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":6224},{"_675":12190,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":6224},{"_675":12189,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":6255},{"_675":12187,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":12188},{"_675":12185,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":12186},{"_675":12183,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":12184},{"_675":12182,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":12181,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":11130},{"_675":12180,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":1717},{"_675":12179,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":12178,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":5759},{"_675":12177,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":4522},"gid://shopify/Metafield/81833787719921","gid://shopify/Metafield/81833787752689","gid://shopify/Metafield/74220796117233","gid://shopify/Metafield/74220793463025","gid://shopify/Metafield/78682491453681","gid://shopify/Metafield/74220795658481","gid://shopify/Metafield/74220794872049","1148854163","gid://shopify/Metafield/74220797034737","Public-Access-Afterworld/Jane-Schoenbrun","gid://shopify/Metafield/74220798083313","[{\"id\":\"133866738T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>1</b><br/><br/>My TV show starts nine feet under the American suburbs, in Erin Morrison's basement.<br/><br/>That basement was a refuge. A nook to hide from the town above. Waste your youth watching horror movies and weird early internet videos. A cocoon without windows, incubated by central air.<br/><br/>My TV show starts on Friday, June 12, 2009, the night of the analog-to-digital switch-off. Maybe that date doesn't mean anything to you, but if your high school experience was anything like mine, you probably remember the legally mandated deadline when every television network in America, be it local or national, was required to flip the switch and put analog broadcasting out of its misery forever. David Sawyer and Erin Morrison had been quietly anticipating the deadline all school year long. They were, of course, losers.<br/><br/>It had all been a long time coming. Analog broadcasting had spent at least a decade in the TV equivalent of hospice, and during that time, houses all over town had been leveling up to flat-screens and TiVos, banishing their old bulky sets to collect dust in attics and basements. Digital television was the future. It meant more channels, crisper picture quality. Analog television meant fuzzy images and . . . I don't know, Dick Van Dyke reruns? Maybe back in the 1950s, all that had been a necessary stepping stone, but now analog was a relic, one whose government-mandated extinction date was way past due.<br/><br/>For David and Erin, the switch-off was an excuse for celebration. The best friends stayed up late that night, throwing themselves a two-person kegger in the basement with a bottle of Tito's they \\\"borrowed\\\" from Erin's mom's liquor cabinet. As the hour approached, they traded swigs, passing the bottle back and forth from beanbag to couch, waiting for analog broadcasting to end and the digital era to begin. That's what they would say on the news later that night (for the very first time broadcast exclusively over cable boxes and digital receivers): \\\"The digital era has begun.\\\"<br/><br/>Around eleven-thirty, David stumbled to his feet and got to work setting up his Canon VIXIA. He fiddled with the tripod, trying to get the framing just right so he could capture the exact moment in history when some Cronkite-style newsman, nearly extinct himself, in some television studio somewhere, flipped the switch and transitioned eighty years of television back to that which came before it: static.<br/><br/>Never-ending static. Fuzzy and numbing.<br/><br/>Keep your eye on the static: It's an important part of my TV show's mythology.<br/><br/>David loved Erin's basement. You could call it his second home, but that would be giving too much credit to his first. To David, Erin's basement was a sanctuary. Its lava lamps and glow-in-the-dark alien smoking weed posters from Spencer Gifts. That \\\"I Love NYC\\\" snow globe on the mantel that Erin brought back from a school trip to the city at the end of the third grade, just months before 9/11 rendered its miniature skyline as outdated as the analog signal David and Erin were tuning into for the very last time.<br/><br/>A short list of things David loved: Erin's basement, which we've already covered. Television, obviously. Blockbuster, before it closed. Ms. Walsh's AV dungeon and the Auxiliaries who spent their time down there. Reading the plots of horror movies on Wikipedia without ever watching them. Double Stuf Oreos (David liked to combine the frosted halves of two to make a custom sandwich he dubbed the Quadruple Stuf Oreo).<br/><br/>And Erin. There was no one and nothing in this world David loved more than Erin Morrison, not even television. Erin, that anxious, mousy girl who'd first talked to him in the cafeteria back in fourth grade because they were reading the same Animorphs book. Erin, whom David had started having weekly playdates with before elementary school was over, even though both their moms were clearly uncomfortable with them being coed best friends.<br/><br/>And okay, look: Yes. If you need to know, David was utterly, totally, one hundred percent madly in love with Erin. Obviously. Always had been. Always would be.<br/><br/>David loved Erin. David loved watching TV with Erin down in her basement. And David knew without a doubt in his mind that before too long, Erin was going to leave him.<br/><br/>\\\"Okay, it's . . .\\\" David checks his watch. He grins at his camcorder, standing in front of Erin's old Toshiba.<br/><br/>\\\"It's 11:58 p.m., June twelfth, 2009. And this is the biggest moment in television history since the Man on the Moon. The Fall of the Berlin Wall. Or when JFK got shot by someone who was definitely not Lee Harvey Oswald.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"It's the end of analog broadcasting,\\\" Erin says from behind the camera.<br/><br/>\\\"It's over, baby! RIP!\\\" David shouts.<br/><br/>Erin smiles, watching her best friend from the beanbag and beaming like a proud parent at a school play. David checks his watch.<br/><br/>\\\"In just one minute and eleven seconds, Uncle Sam is gonna flip the switch, and eighty years of television history is going to go up in static. And the last thing ever broadcast on analog television was . . .\\\" David looks behind him. \\\"<i>Sex and the</i> f***ing <i>City.</i> The lamest show ever!\\\" On the screen, the Sex and the City credits begin to scroll faster than anyone could possibly read.<br/><br/>Now midnight approaches. David checks his watch again and hams a countdown for the camera like it's New Year's Eve and he's a young, lactose intolerant Dick Clark.<br/><br/>\\\"All right. In EIGHT. SEVEN. SIX . . .\\\"<br/><br/>From her spot on the beanbag, Erin joins in on the count.<br/><br/>\\\"FIVE. FOUR. THREE.<br/><br/>\\\"TWO.<br/><br/>\\\"ONE.\\\"<br/><br/>They don't hit the mark exactly. Maybe David's watch is a little off. Or maybe that decrepit Cronkite in his radio tower flips the switch a second or two past midnight. But who cares? Because even though it happens a moment later than it's supposed to, it still happens.<br/><br/>TSSSSSSSSSSSS-<br/><br/>Static. Without warning. A signal washed of its image. A transmission cut with the abruptness of lightning.<br/><br/>TSSSSSSSSSS. The static hisses from its boxed enclosure. Vibrates against the glass of Erin's newly useless Toshiba.<br/><br/>Do you know what static is, literally? Radio waves. Invisible to our sense perceptions, but surrounding us at all times, like water we don't even know we're swimming in. For centuries, millennia, since before the Big Bang, we didn't know these waves existed. But that doesn't mean they weren't there, waiting to be discovered.<br/><br/>And then about a century ago, we tuned in. We learned how to recognize those waves, to conjure them onto a screen in a digestible form. We tapped the signal, and soon we learned to work with it, to control it, to bend the static to our will.<br/><br/>We made shadows and shapes. Transmissions in color and black and white. <i>The Honeymooners. The Andy Griffith Show</i>. <i>Sex and the</i> f***ing <i>City</i>. Soon, as the decades passed, we discovered newer, more cost-effective ways to control electricity. To recognize and manipulate that invisible water that surrounds us all. To remake it in our image. So we allowed the analog signal to revert back to its original form: wild, endless static.<br/><br/>It's still there, of course. Even if our world moves on. Even if we hide our analog sets in storage closets and garbage dumps. The static remains underneath everything.<br/><br/>Eight percent uploaded.<br/><br/>Erin balances her mom's bottle of Tito's on her belly, sprawled out on her beanbag still watching the static on her Toshiba. David's in a leather chair at the computer desk, hunched over Erin's family desktop, uploading his video to GlobalVill.com, that new streaming platform people say is two times faster than YouTube, better quality than Dailymotion, more community-oriented than Vimeo.<br/><br/>This, too, another sign of the changing times. The streaming revolution is at hand. It seems like just yesterday it took David forty-five minutes to play a Flash game on his parents' 56K dial-up, three hours to download a WAV file from LimeWire. But recently, suddenly, streaming video was instantaneous. Anything was ready to watch or upload anytime. Anyone could start a TV channel of their very own.<br/><br/>David's not the only person racing tonight to upload his documentation of the analog switch-off, not the only loser who's dedicated his Friday night to playing amateur television historian. But he's probably the youngest. Some videos are already up on GlobalVill.com. \\\"The Exact Moment that Analog Broadcasting Ended!\\\" uploaded by JakeMonster. \\\"Analog TV is Over You Guys!\\\" uploaded by triggerhappyninja. David's been scooped, beaten to the punch thanks to Erin's mediocre DSL connection.<br/><br/>Nine percent. The upload stutters along.<br/><br/>\\\"I switched your settings off Energy Saver,\\\" David tells Erin. He stumbles across the room, scoops up his cellphone, then grabs his house keys from next to that Twin Tower snow globe up on the mantel.<br/><br/>\\\"I'm okay to bike. I think I'm okay to bike.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"It's one a.m.,\\\" Erin says. \\\"Crash on the couch. Mom can make us waffles in the morning.\\\"<br/><br/>David looks towards the staircase and thinks about emerging out of air-conditioning into the swamp outside. A minor bout of vertigo wobbles him.<br/><br/>Erin rolls her eyes. \\\"You're drunk,\\\" she says. Static hums from the screen across the room.\"},{\"id\":\"133866724T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>1</b><br/><br/>My TV show starts nine feet under the American suburbs, in Erin Morrison's basement.<br/><br/>That basement was a refuge. A nook to hide from the town above. Waste your youth watching horror movies and weird early internet videos. A cocoon without windows, incubated by central air.<br/><br/>My TV show starts on Friday, June 12, 2009, the night of the analog-to-digital switch-off. Maybe that date doesn't mean anything to you, but if your high school experience was anything like mine, you probably remember the legally mandated deadline when every television network in America, be it local or national, was required to flip the switch and put analog broadcasting out of its misery forever. David Sawyer and Erin Morrison had been quietly anticipating the deadline all school year long. They were, of course, losers.<br/><br/>It had all been a long time coming. Analog broadcasting had spent at least a decade in the TV equivalent of hospice, and during that time, houses all over town had been leveling up to flat-screens and TiVos, banishing their old bulky sets to collect dust in attics and basements. Digital television was the future. It meant more channels, crisper picture quality. Analog television meant fuzzy images and . . . I don't know, Dick Van Dyke reruns? Maybe back in the 1950s, all that had been a necessary stepping stone, but now analog was a relic, one whose government-mandated extinction date was way past due.<br/><br/>For David and Erin, the switch-off was an excuse for celebration. The best friends stayed up late that night, throwing themselves a two-person kegger in the basement with a bottle of Tito's they \\\"borrowed\\\" from Erin's mom's liquor cabinet. As the hour approached, they traded swigs, passing the bottle back and forth from beanbag to couch, waiting for analog broadcasting to end and the digital era to begin. That's what they would say on the news later that night (for the very first time broadcast exclusively over cable boxes and digital receivers): \\\"The digital era has begun.\\\"<br/><br/>Around eleven-thirty, David stumbled to his feet and got to work setting up his Canon VIXIA. He fiddled with the tripod, trying to get the framing just right so he could capture the exact moment in history when some Cronkite-style newsman, nearly extinct himself, in some television studio somewhere, flipped the switch and transitioned eighty years of television back to that which came before it: static.<br/><br/>Never-ending static. Fuzzy and numbing.<br/><br/>Keep your eye on the static: It's an important part of my TV show's mythology.<br/><br/>David loved Erin's basement. You could call it his second home, but that would be giving too much credit to his first. To David, Erin's basement was a sanctuary. Its lava lamps and glow-in-the-dark alien smoking weed posters from Spencer Gifts. That \\\"I Love NYC\\\" snow globe on the mantel that Erin brought back from a school trip to the city at the end of the third grade, just months before 9/11 rendered its miniature skyline as outdated as the analog signal David and Erin were tuning into for the very last time.<br/><br/>A short list of things David loved: Erin's basement, which we've already covered. Television, obviously. Blockbuster, before it closed. Ms. Walsh's AV dungeon and the Auxiliaries who spent their time down there. Reading the plots of horror movies on Wikipedia without ever watching them. Double Stuf Oreos (David liked to combine the frosted halves of two to make a custom sandwich he dubbed the Quadruple Stuf Oreo).<br/><br/>And Erin. There was no one and nothing in this world David loved more than Erin Morrison, not even television. Erin, that anxious, mousy girl who'd first talked to him in the cafeteria back in fourth grade because they were reading the same Animorphs book. Erin, whom David had started having weekly playdates with before elementary school was over, even though both their moms were clearly uncomfortable with them being coed best friends.<br/><br/>And okay, look: Yes. If you need to know, David was utterly, totally, one hundred percent madly in love with Erin. Obviously. Always had been. Always would be.<br/><br/>David loved Erin. David loved watching TV with Erin down in her basement. And David knew without a doubt in his mind that before too long, Erin was going to leave him.<br/><br/>\\\"Okay, it's . . .\\\" David checks his watch. He grins at his camcorder, standing in front of Erin's old Toshiba.<br/><br/>\\\"It's 11:58 p.m., June twelfth, 2009. And this is the biggest moment in television history since the Man on the Moon. The Fall of the Berlin Wall. Or when JFK got shot by someone who was definitely not Lee Harvey Oswald.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"It's the end of analog broadcasting,\\\" Erin says from behind the camera.<br/><br/>\\\"It's over, baby! RIP!\\\" David shouts.<br/><br/>Erin smiles, watching her best friend from the beanbag and beaming like a proud parent at a school play. David checks his watch.<br/><br/>\\\"In just one minute and eleven seconds, Uncle Sam is gonna flip the switch, and eighty years of television history is going to go up in static. And the last thing ever broadcast on analog television was . . .\\\" David looks behind him. \\\"<i>Sex and the</i> f***ing <i>City.</i> The lamest show ever!\\\" On the screen, the Sex and the City credits begin to scroll faster than anyone could possibly read.<br/><br/>Now midnight approaches. David checks his watch again and hams a countdown for the camera like it's New Year's Eve and he's a young, lactose intolerant Dick Clark.<br/><br/>\\\"All right. In EIGHT. SEVEN. SIX . . .\\\"<br/><br/>From her spot on the beanbag, Erin joins in on the count.<br/><br/>\\\"FIVE. FOUR. THREE.<br/><br/>\\\"TWO.<br/><br/>\\\"ONE.\\\"<br/><br/>They don't hit the mark exactly. Maybe David's watch is a little off. Or maybe that decrepit Cronkite in his radio tower flips the switch a second or two past midnight. But who cares? Because even though it happens a moment later than it's supposed to, it still happens.<br/><br/>TSSSSSSSSSSSS-<br/><br/>Static. Without warning. A signal washed of its image. A transmission cut with the abruptness of lightning.<br/><br/>TSSSSSSSSSS. The static hisses from its boxed enclosure. Vibrates against the glass of Erin's newly useless Toshiba.<br/><br/>Do you know what static is, literally? Radio waves. Invisible to our sense perceptions, but surrounding us at all times, like water we don't even know we're swimming in. For centuries, millennia, since before the Big Bang, we didn't know these waves existed. But that doesn't mean they weren't there, waiting to be discovered.<br/><br/>And then about a century ago, we tuned in. We learned how to recognize those waves, to conjure them onto a screen in a digestible form. We tapped the signal, and soon we learned to work with it, to control it, to bend the static to our will.<br/><br/>We made shadows and shapes. Transmissions in color and black and white. <i>The Honeymooners. The Andy Griffith Show</i>. <i>Sex and the</i> f***ing <i>City</i>. Soon, as the decades passed, we discovered newer, more cost-effective ways to control electricity. To recognize and manipulate that invisible water that surrounds us all. To remake it in our image. So we allowed the analog signal to revert back to its original form: wild, endless static.<br/><br/>It's still there, of course. Even if our world moves on. Even if we hide our analog sets in storage closets and garbage dumps. The static remains underneath everything.<br/><br/>Eight percent uploaded.<br/><br/>Erin balances her mom's bottle of Tito's on her belly, sprawled out on her beanbag still watching the static on her Toshiba. David's in a leather chair at the computer desk, hunched over Erin's family desktop, uploading his video to GlobalVill.com, that new streaming platform people say is two times faster than YouTube, better quality than Dailymotion, more community-oriented than Vimeo.<br/><br/>This, too, another sign of the changing times. The streaming revolution is at hand. It seems like just yesterday it took David forty-five minutes to play a Flash game on his parents' 56K dial-up, three hours to download a WAV file from LimeWire. But recently, suddenly, streaming video was instantaneous. Anything was ready to watch or upload anytime. Anyone could start a TV channel of their very own.<br/><br/>David's not the only person racing tonight to upload his documentation of the analog switch-off, not the only loser who's dedicated his Friday night to playing amateur television historian. But he's probably the youngest. Some videos are already up on GlobalVill.com. \\\"The Exact Moment that Analog Broadcasting Ended!\\\" uploaded by JakeMonster. \\\"Analog TV is Over You Guys!\\\" uploaded by triggerhappyninja. David's been scooped, beaten to the punch thanks to Erin's mediocre DSL connection.<br/><br/>Nine percent. The upload stutters along.<br/><br/>\\\"I switched your settings off Energy Saver,\\\" David tells Erin. He stumbles across the room, scoops up his cellphone, then grabs his house keys from next to that Twin Tower snow globe up on the mantel.<br/><br/>\\\"I'm okay to bike. I think I'm okay to bike.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"It's one a.m.,\\\" Erin says. \\\"Crash on the couch. Mom can make us waffles in the morning.\\\"<br/><br/>David looks towards the staircase and thinks about emerging out of air-conditioning into the swamp outside. A minor bout of vertigo wobbles him.<br/><br/>Erin rolls her eyes. \\\"You're drunk,\\\" she says. Static hums from the screen across the room.\"},{\"id\":\"119773040T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"“Adroitly beautiful, funny, and scathing, <i>Public Access Afterworld</i> is a book from a talented storyteller with much to say, who’s not afraid to say it.”<b>—SenLinYu, #1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Alchemised </i></b><br/><br/>“A reality-warping epic about friendship, transformation, and the internet that stretches across decades and dimensions.”<b><i>—New York</i></b><br/><br/>“Reads like a David Mitchell fever dream imagined by somebody working the last Blockbuster on the planet . . . Is there anything Jane Schoenbrun can't do?”<b>—<i>Literary Hub</i></b><br/><br/>“[An] electric, eerie, positively Schoenbrunian first novel.”<b><i>—The Boston Globe</i></b><br/><br/>“Captivating.”<b><i>—Library Journal</i></b><br/><br/>“A fever dream-esque love letter to television, the internet, science fiction, and nerds.”<b><i>—Reactor</i></b><br/><br/>“Few artists are able to capture the disconnection, longing, and eeriness of the early internet age and the holes it created in our society [like Schoenbrun], and <i>Public Access Afterworld</i> continues that trend. It’s like a creepypasta come to life, and I’m here for it.”<b><i>—Chicago Review of Books</i></b><br/><br/>“The mastermind behind <i>I Saw the TV Glow</i> is releasing their debut novel, and I couldn’t be more excited. This is one to pre-order without even reading the publicity copy to hype you up.”<b><i>—Debutiful</i></b><br/><br/>“Psychedelic horror of the first order.”<b>—Grady Hendrix, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Witchcraft for Wayward Girls</i></b><br/><br/>“Gave me a vertiginous thrill I haven’t encountered since David Mitchell . . . the kind of epic book that doesn’t just warp reality on the page but goes on warping it when you look up—you read the novel and the world glints with secrets anew.”<b>—Torrey Peters, author of<i> Stag Dance </i>and<i> Detransition, Baby<br/></i></b><br/>“A thriller unlike any other . . . strange, urgent, utterly . . . hypnotic—once you start reading <i>Public Access Afterworld,</i> you won’t stop.”<b>—Lev Grossman, #1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>The Magicians</i></b><br/><br/>“A riot in novel form by an author with an utterly singular, original vision . . . will leave you breathless and desperate for a sequel.”<b>—Kaliane Bradley, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>The Ministry of Time</i></b><br/><br/>“Thrilling, heart-wrenching, hilarious, visionary, and so damned smart, this novel is a major work from a major talent.”<b>—Paul Tremblay, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Dead but Dreaming of Electric Sheep</i></b><br/><br/>“Schoenbrun, whose films <i>We’re All Going to the World’s Fair </i>and <i>I Saw the TV Glow </i>mark them as among the most original voices in independent cinema, brings their signature preoccupations to fiction with stunning ambition.”<b>—<i>Kirkus Reviews, </i>starred review<br/></b><br/>“Such a compulsive read. 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Instead, after the event ends, she accidentally falls asleep in her old bedroom. The next morning, realizing no one has noticed her mistake, Punch decides she might as well stay another night. Or maybe two. What’s the harm?Thirty years earlier Punch Tillis had built an empire as a do-it-yourself-and-do-it-right model for women everywhere: cookbooks, a television show, and eventually, her own line of custom paint. But when her drive and ambition brought the entire enterprise crashing down, Punch lost everything—her husband, her brand name, and worst of all, her beloved Brieskill Farm.Then local college student, Lily, tells Punch that squatting can lead to tenancy rights and Punch enthusiastically begins her renewed tenure at Brieskill Farm, every acre of which reminds her of a life that, despite her hard work, still slipped through her fingers.With Lily’s help—herself a budding social media savant and aspiring filmmaker—Punch’s residency quickly gains national attention. 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Instead, after the event ends, she accidentally falls asleep in her old bedroom. The next morning, realizing no one has noticed her mistake, Punch decides she might as well stay another night. Or maybe two. What’s the harm?<br><br>Thirty years earlier Punch Tillis had built an empire as a do-it-yourself-and-do-it-right model for women everywhere: cookbooks, a television show, and eventually, her own line of custom paint. 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We all, in our own way, have a story like this…Sybil, Rory, and Bartholomew have been living peacefully in the Stonewater Kingdom for a century after the events of The Knave and the Moon. Bartholomew, the knowingest knower to ever know anything, has taken it upon himself to educate the latest young king in the ways of the world. But though King August is committed to maintaining the delicate balance between humans and sprites, she is also stubborn, academic, and devoted to reason. This simply cannot do.So, when a new sprite with ungodly powers is discovered wandering across the kingdom, there is nothing for it but to go on a quest. And what does a King need on a quest? A squire, of course, Bartholomew. I’ll tell it to you as best I can and promise to be honest in my talebearing. 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I had a wonderful time, Bartholomew.”—<i><b>Ava Reid, #1 New York Times bestselling author of A Study in Drowning on The Knave and the Moon</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"The greatest strength of <i>The Knave and the Moon </i>is still Gillig’s stunning atmosphere. Stonewater is simultaneously gothic, whimsical, eerie, and beautiful ... 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You will never want to surface from these enchanting, depthless waters.\\\"—<i><b>Ava Reid, #1 New York Times bestselling author of A Study in Drowning on The Knight and the Moth</b></i><br/><br/>“A gothic, romantic fairytale that feels like falling into a dark, strange dream — one you won’t want to wake from. With twisty parables, monstrous divinities, a slow-burn romance and magic with a deadly cost, the story of <i>The Knight and the Moth</i> unfolds like peeling back a gossamer shroud. Gillig has done it again — I’m obsessed.”—<i><b>Amélie Wen Zhao, New York Times bestselling author of Song of Silver, Flame Like Night on The Knight and the Moth</b></i><br/><br/>“The queen of Gothic romantasy returns! <i>The Knight and the Moth </i>is as dangerous as it is whimsical, and entirely unputdownable.”—<i><b>Allison Saft, author of A Dark and Drowning Tide on The Knight and the Moth</b></i><br/><br/><i>\\\"The Knight and the Moth</i> is a lavender-drenched dream. Transportive and pacy, Gillig delivers sparkling romantic tension, eerie atmosphere, and the most unique, endearing characters I’ve read in a long while. The signs are clear—readers won’t be able to put down this adventurous, dark gem of a book.\\\"—<i><b>Kalie Cassidy, author of In the Veins of the Drowning on The Knight and the Moth</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Dreamy prose, characters so vibrant they breathe on the page, a romance that smolders, and a spellbinding world to get lost in…<i>The Knight and the Moth </i>is one of the best books I’ve read this year. Prepare to meet your next obsession.\\\"—<i><b>Rebecca Ross, author of Divine Rivals on The Knight and the Moth</b></i><br/><br/><i>\\\"The Knight and the Moth</i> delivers pure joy--gargoyles! gods! girls in armor!--alongside a serious examination of faith, fealty, and the powers they serve. It's a fairy tale with bruised knuckles, perfectly balanced between the mythic and the desperately human. Simply stunning.\\\"—<i><b>Alix E. 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A satisfying end to the Shepherd King duology.\\\" ––<b><i>Paste Magazine</i></b><BR /><BR /> \\\"Thick fog, shifting alliances, and clever magic make the perfect backdrop for a sweeping romance—<i>One Dark Window</i> is enthralling from beginning to shocking end.\\\" ––<b>Hannah Whitten, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>For the Wolf</i></b><BR /><BR /> \\\"<i>One Dark Window </i>is an evocative tale of romance, mystery and alluring monsters, told in beautifully lush prose. Rachel Gillig has created a story which left me entranced.\\\" ––<b>Lyndall Clipstone, author of <i>Lakesedge</i></b><BR /><BR /> “[T]he steamy romance that emerges between Elspeth and Ravyn delights. Fans of Sarah J. Maas, Naomi Novik, and Hannah Whitten will want to check this out.” ––<b><i>Publishers Weekly</i></b><BR /><BR /> \\\"An enchanting tale with sharp claws and teeth—Gillig’s prose will pull you in and won’t let you sleep. Pulse-pounding, darkly whimsical, and aglow with treacherous magic, <i>One Dark Window</i> is everything I love in fantasy and more.\\\" ––<b>Allison Saft, author of <i>A Far Wilder Magic</i></b><BR /><BR /> \\\"A beautifully dark fairy tale of blood, rage and bitter choice, that whisked me away to mist-wreathed woods ripe with romance and menace.\\\" ––<b>Davinia Evans, author of <i>Notorious Sorcerer</i></b><BR /><BR /> \\\"A finely detailed magical system enriches Gillig’s debut; fantasy readers will enjoy.\\\" ––<b><i>Library Journal</i></b><BR /><BR /> \\\"Readers will be enthralled with Elspeth’s—and Nightmare’s—riveting adventure.\\\" ––<b><i>Booklist</i></b><BR /><BR /> \\\"A richly detailed and decadent world that at once feels familiar, distinctive, and wistful to the reader.\\\" –– <b><i>Chicago Review of Books</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"135070642T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"Haunting, elegant and lovely, <i>The Knight and the Moth</i> is that rare fantasy gem: both a thrilling quest and an exquisite love story.\\\"--<i><b>Tasha Suri, award-winning author of The Burning Kingdoms Trilogy on The Knight and the Moth</b></i><br/><br/><b>Praise for the Shepherd King Duology: </b> <p/> \\\"In this engaging duology, Gillig has created a distinctive form of magic, explored how humanity would abuse it, and offered a chance of redemption. Characters are painfully aware of their flaws as this page turner keeps readers guessing at the outcome.\\\" -- <b><i>Booklist</i></b> <p/> \\\"Darker and even more atmospheric ... A satisfying end to the Shepherd King duology.\\\" --<b><i>Paste Magazine</i></b> <p/> \\\"Thick fog, shifting alliances, and clever magic make the perfect backdrop for a sweeping romance--<i>One Dark Window</i> is enthralling from beginning to shocking end.\\\" --<b>Hannah Whitten, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>For the Wolf</i></b> <p/> \\\"<i>One Dark Window </i>is an evocative tale of romance, mystery and alluring monsters, told in beautifully lush prose. Rachel Gillig has created a story which left me entranced.\\\" --<b>Lyndall Clipstone, author of <i>Lakesedge</i></b> <p/> \\\"[T]he steamy romance that emerges between Elspeth and Ravyn delights. Fans of Sarah J. 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Now, she invites them to come closer to experience her story in vivid detail and to share the important life lessons she learned along the way: do what you love because if you love it you'll be really good at it, swing for the fences, and always Be Ready When the Luck Happens.","<b>#1<i> NEW YORK TIMES</i> BESTSELLER * In her long-awaited memoir, Ina Garten-aka the Barefoot Contessa, author of thirteen bestselling cookbooks, beloved Food Network personality, Instagram sensation, and cultural icon-shares her personal story with readers hungry for a seat at her table.</b><br><b><br>A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR: <i>The New York Times Book Review</i>, <i>Time, The New Yorker, Vanity Fair, Town &amp; Country</i></b><br><br>Here, for the first time, Ina Garten presents an intimate, entertaining, and inspiring account of her remarkable journey. Ina's gift is to make everything look easy, yet all her accomplishments have been the result of hard work, audacious choices, and exquisite attention to detail. In her unmistakable voice (no one tells a story like Ina), she brings her past and her process to life in a high-spirited and no-holds-barred memoir that chronicles decades of personal challenges, adventures (and misadventures) and unexpected career twists, all delivered with her signature combination of playfulness and purpose.<br><br>From a difficult childhood to meeting the love of her life, Jeffrey, and marrying him while still in college, from a boring bureaucratic job in Washington, D.C., to answering an ad for a specialty food store in the Hamptons, from the owner of one Barefoot Contessa shop to author of bestselling cookbooks and celebrated television host, Ina has blazed her own trail and, in the meantime, taught millions of people how to cook and entertain. 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I should have been thinking about enriched uranium, but more often than not, I was looking for distractions. I was most likely planning a weekend dinner party and wondering which ingredient would make the flavor of my chocolate cake POP (it's coffee, by the way).<br/><br/> My ongoing frustration was that nothing ever happened in government, and even if it did, it took a really long time. Working in the Office of Management and Budget was exciting in the beginning because the issue papers I worked on went directly to the president-first Ford, then Carter. But after four years of shuffling what seemed like very important papers and pulling numerous all-nighters, I realized that despite my working on multibillion-dollar federal budgets, nothing ever seemed to get done. And when it did get done, somehow the next year, it got undone.<br/><br/> The only good thing about having a low threshold for boredom is that I've always been willing to take crazy risks just to get out of that miserable state. In my bureaucratic job, I was just part of a larger process, but I wanted to be the process-to do my own thing, either in real estate or in the food business, and, for better or for worse, to make my own decisions and mistakes, risking my own money. I also need immediate feedback, and there was nothing immediate about government work. The issues I was working on involved $50 billion budgets and $25 billion construction projects; I knew I'd be so much happier if they involved only $25, but my $25. I distinctly remember thinking, If I were asked to be the head of OMB, would I want it? And if not, what was I even working toward? I also knew that my success there would depend on a man choosing me to be the head of the organization, and in 1978, that would never happen. I needed to find an alternate track where my success would be measured by my own business skill and nobody could stand in my way. <br/><br/> I didn't whine-no one wants to hear someone complain about working in the White House!-but I was withering a little more each day. Jeffrey, who knew all too well how unhappy I was, encouraged me to find a passion and follow it. \\\"Pick something you love to do,\\\" he urged. \\\"If you love it, you'll be really good at it. And don't worry about whether you make money. Just do it!\\\"<br/><br/> I was sitting in my office, exhausted, and it was only ten a.m. I had the whole day in front of me, so I decided to catch up on <i>The New York Times</i> instead of working. There it was-in the Sunday, April 2, 1978, Business Opportunities section, where they advertised everything from dry cleaners in the Bronx to a coffee shop with an apartment upstairs, or the hottest new food fad in the seventies: a frozen yogurt store (though it was hard to predict if frozen yogurt had a future).<br/><br/> I had never even seen that section of the paper before. As I studied the tiny print, I spotted an ad for a specialty food store called Barefoot Contessa, for sale in a place I'd never been: Westhampton Beach, New York-all the way at the end of Long Island. The ads were written in a shorthand that was difficult to decipher, and the word opportunity seemed like quite an overstatement. To this day, it's hard for me to imagine why this ad spoke to me, but I'm so glad it did, because it changed the entire trajectory of my life. This was the ad:<br/><br/> Honestly, it sounded like a prediction you might find in a fortune cookie, especially the \\\"gross over six figures\\\" part. And cheese shoppe? Who would answer that ad?<br/><br/> That night, I went home and told Jeffrey that I really needed a new profession, and that's when he reminded me that I should think about doing what I love. \\\"Funny you should mention it! I just saw an ad for a specialty food store for sale in <i>The New York Times.</i>\\\"<br/><br/> \\\"Let's go see it!\\\" Jeffrey said cheerfully. Looking back, I imagine that he was probably just humoring me. We lived in Washington, DC, and Jeffrey had an important job writing issue papers and speeches for the secretary of state. How in the world could I work in Westhampton Beach? But Jeffrey always had the most positive attitude-If this is what you want to do, we'll work it out. We got in the car the very next weekend and drove to Westhampton to see the store and meet the owner, Diana Stratta.<br/><br/> On the way, I reminded myself that there was no reason on earth why this was a good idea. Yes, I had taught myself how to cook and I loved being in the kitchen, but I'd never worked a day in the food business. In fact, I'd never hired an employee, I'd never even set foot in the Hamptons, and this certainly wasn't its most welcoming time of year. Signs of spring were everywhere in Washington, where the air was warm and the cherry blossoms were a week away from their stunning peak moment. But Westhampton in early April was cold and cloudy, a sleepy summer resort town reluctantly waking up from its long winter nap. By the time we parked in front of Barefoot Contessa, the place we'd traveled more than five hours to see, I'd decided that it was a crazy impulse and predicted we'd take a fast look, then turn around and drive home.<br/><br/> The shop, a white clapboard building on a corner in the center of the village's Main Street, was small-only four hundred square feet. It was so small that the stove didn't fit in the tiny kitchen in the back and was instead right there in the store. There was one employee who was taking care of absolutely no customers (in fact, there seemed to be no one in the whole village), but she was baking big chocolate chip cookies. Instantly, the scent triggered a rush of good feelings, like endorphins on steroids, and my first thought was, I need to be here! I didn't want to write papers about enriched uranium; I wanted to bake cookies, not just because I liked them (and I do!), but because I saw a completely different life from the one I was living. The food business, this food business, would give me the freedom and creative outlet I craved. You bake cookies, you sell cookies, and if the cookie doesn't sell, you make something else that customers will love and that WILL sell. It's a business problem to solve, and it involved chocolate chip cookies! How great is that?<br/><br/> Standing in this adorable little place named after an Ava Gardner movie (it's about being elegant and earthy), surrounded by beautiful baked goods, gorgeous prepared salads, and ripe exotic cheeses, I experienced a true \\\"ruby slippers\\\" moment. I felt as if I had clicked my heels and finally come home. I enjoyed everything about cooking, from planning menus to shopping for ingredients, from following a recipe in the most scientific way to making something up just for fun. Most of all, I loved serving the delicious results to Jeffrey and my appreciative friends. It was my favorite escape from my intellectual but totally uncreative job. What if the thing I love to do for fun could actually be my work? I thought. I kept hearing Jeffrey say, \\\"If you love it, you'll be really good at it.\\\"<br/><br/> We spent the night at a local hotel that had the ambiance of an insane asylum. The room was white, the bed was white, there was not a single glint of metal or sharp object in sight-the perfect setting for two lunatics who were discussing a move that was certifiably crazy.<br/><br/> I'd like to say that I bought Barefoot Contessa on the spot and boldly stepped into a brand-new life, but it didn't happen quite that way. Remember, I was only thirty and still a little nervous about committing to a life-changing decision as important as this one. Diana was asking $25,000 for the business, and Jeffrey and I discussed offering her $20,000, figuring it would give me time to think about it while we negotiated the price.<br/><br/> But the universe had other plans for me, and they were big. On Monday morning, back from Westhampton Beach, I was sitting at my desk, working on some nuclear energy budget and sinking into my daily stupor, when the phone rang. It was Diana, who said simply, \\\"Thank you very much. I accept your offer.\\\"<br/><br/> I remember sitting there stunned, thinking, Oh shit! I just bought a specialty food store!\"},{\"id\":\"108366477T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>Over the Wall</b><br><br> &ldquo;There has to be something more fun than this,&rdquo; I said to myself, probably for the millionth time, as I sat at my desk drafting nuclear energy policy at the White House. I should have been thinking about enriched uranium, but more often than not, I was looking for distractions. I was most likely planning a weekend dinner party and wondering which ingredient would make the flavor of my chocolate cake POP (it&rsquo;s coffee, by the way).<br><br> My ongoing frustration was that nothing ever happened in government, and even if it did, it took a really long time. Working in the Office of Management and Budget was exciting in the beginning because the issue papers I worked on went directly to the president&mdash;first Ford, then Carter. But after four years of shuffling what seemed like very important papers and pulling numerous all&#151;nighters, I realized that despite my working on multibillion&#151;dollar federal budgets, nothing ever seemed to get done. And when it did get done, somehow the next year, it got undone.<br><br> The only good thing about having a low threshold for boredom is that I&rsquo;ve always been willing to take crazy risks just to get out of that miserable state. In my bureaucratic job, I was just part of a larger process, but I wanted to be the process&mdash;to do my own thing, either in real estate or in the food business, and, for better or for worse, to make my own decisions and mistakes, risking my own money. I also need immediate feedback, and there was nothing immediate about government work. The issues I was working on involved $50 billion budgets and $25 billion construction projects; I knew I&rsquo;d be so much happier if they involved only $25, but my $25. I distinctly remember thinking, If I were asked to be the head of OMB, would I want it? And if not, what was I even working toward? I also knew that my success there would depend on a man choosing me to be the head of the organization, and in 1978, that would never happen. I needed to find an alternate track where my success would be measured by my own business skill and nobody could stand in my way. <br><br> I didn&rsquo;t whine&mdash;no one wants to hear someone complain about working in the White House!&mdash;but I was withering a little more each day. Jeffrey, who knew all too well how unhappy I was, encouraged me to find a passion and follow it. &ldquo;Pick something you love to do,&rdquo; he urged. &ldquo;If you love it, you&rsquo;ll be really good at it. And don&rsquo;t worry about whether you make money. Just do it!&rdquo;<br><br> I was sitting in my office, exhausted, and it was only ten a.m. I had the whole day in front of me, so I decided to catch up on <i>The New York Times</i> instead of working. There it was&mdash;in the Sunday, April 2, 1978, Business Opportunities section, where they advertised everything from dry cleaners in the Bronx to a coffee shop with an apartment upstairs, or the hottest new food fad in the seventies&#58; a frozen yogurt store (though it was hard to predict if frozen yogurt had a future).<br><br> I had never even seen that section of the paper before. As I studied the tiny print, I spotted an ad for a specialty food store called Barefoot Contessa, for sale in a place I&rsquo;d never been&#58; Westhampton Beach, New York&mdash;all the way at the end of Long Island. The ads were written in a shorthand that was difficult to decipher, and the word opportunity seemed like quite an overstatement. To this day, it&rsquo;s hard for me to imagine why this ad spoke to me, but I&rsquo;m so glad it did, because it changed the entire trajectory of my life. This was the ad&#58;<br><br> Honestly, it sounded like a prediction you might find in a fortune cookie, especially the &ldquo;gross over six figures&rdquo; part. And cheese shoppe? Who would answer that ad?<br><br> That night, I went home and told Jeffrey that I really needed a new profession, and that&rsquo;s when he reminded me that I should think about doing what I love. &ldquo;Funny you should mention it! I just saw an ad for a specialty food store for sale in <i>The New York Times.</i>&rdquo;<br><br> &ldquo;Let&rsquo;s go see it!&rdquo; Jeffrey said cheerfully. Looking back, I imagine that he was probably just humoring me. We lived in Washington, DC, and Jeffrey had an important job writing issue papers and speeches for the secretary of state. How in the world could I work in Westhampton Beach? But Jeffrey always had the most positive attitude&mdash;If this is what you want to do, we&rsquo;ll work it out. We got in the car the very next weekend and drove to Westhampton to see the store and meet the owner, Diana Stratta.<br><br> On the way, I reminded myself that there was no reason on earth why this was a good idea. Yes, I had taught myself how to cook and I loved being in the kitchen, but I&rsquo;d never worked a day in the food business. In fact, I&rsquo;d never hired an employee, I&rsquo;d never even set foot in the Hamptons, and this certainly wasn&rsquo;t its most welcoming time of year. Signs of spring were everywhere in Washington, where the air was warm and the cherry blossoms were a week away from their stunning peak moment. But Westhampton in early April was cold and cloudy, a sleepy summer resort town reluctantly waking up from its long winter nap. By the time we parked in front of Barefoot Contessa, the place we&rsquo;d traveled more than five hours to see, I&rsquo;d decided that it was a crazy impulse and predicted we&rsquo;d take a fast look, then turn around and drive home.<br><br> The shop, a white clapboard building on a corner in the center of the village&rsquo;s Main Street, was small&mdash;only four hundred square feet. It was so small that the stove didn&rsquo;t fit in the tiny kitchen in the back and was instead right there in the store. There was one employee who was taking care of absolutely no customers (in fact, there seemed to be no one in the whole village), but she was baking big chocolate chip cookies. Instantly, the scent triggered a rush of good feelings, like endorphins on steroids, and my first thought was, I need to be here! I didn&rsquo;t want to write papers about enriched uranium; I wanted to bake cookies, not just because I liked them (and I do!), but because I saw a completely different life from the one I was living. The food business, this food business, would give me the freedom and creative outlet I craved. You bake cookies, you sell cookies, and if the cookie doesn&rsquo;t sell, you make something else that customers will love and that WILL sell. It&rsquo;s a business problem to solve, and it involved chocolate chip cookies! How great is that?<br><br> Standing in this adorable little place named after an Ava Gardner movie (it&rsquo;s about being elegant and earthy), surrounded by beautiful baked goods, gorgeous prepared salads, and ripe exotic cheeses, I experienced a true &ldquo;ruby slippers&rdquo; moment. I felt as if I had clicked my heels and finally come home. I enjoyed everything about cooking, from planning menus to shopping for ingredients, from following a recipe in the most scientific way to making something up just for fun. Most of all, I loved serving the delicious results to Jeffrey and my appreciative friends. It was my favorite escape from my intellectual but totally uncreative job. What if the thing I love to do for fun could actually be my work? I thought. I kept hearing Jeffrey say, &ldquo;If you love it, you&rsquo;ll be really good at it.&rdquo;<br><br> We spent the night at a local hotel that had the ambiance of an insane asylum. The room was white, the bed was white, there was not a single glint of metal or sharp object in sight&mdash;the perfect setting for two lunatics who were discussing a move that was certifiably crazy.<br><br> I&rsquo;d like to say that I bought Barefoot Contessa on the spot and boldly stepped into a brand&#151;new life, but it didn&rsquo;t happen quite that way. Remember, I was only thirty and still a little nervous about committing to a life&#151;changing decision as important as this one. Diana was asking $25,000 for the business, and Jeffrey and I discussed offering her $20,000, figuring it would give me time to think about it while we negotiated the price.<br><br> But the universe had other plans for me, and they were big. On Monday morning, back from Westhampton Beach, I was sitting at my desk, working on some nuclear energy budget and sinking into my daily stupor, when the phone rang. It was Diana, who said simply, &ldquo;Thank you very much. I accept your offer.&rdquo;<br><br> I remember sitting there stunned, thinking, Oh shit! I just bought a specialty food store!\"},{\"id\":\"116881188T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<b>Over the Wall</b><br/><br/> “There has to be something more fun than this,” I said to myself, probably for the millionth time, as I sat at my desk drafting nuclear energy policy at the White House. I should have been thinking about enriched uranium, but more often than not, I was looking for distractions. I was most likely planning a weekend dinner party and wondering which ingredient would make the flavor of my chocolate cake POP (it’s coffee, by the way).<br/><br/> My ongoing frustration was that nothing ever happened in government, and even if it did, it took a really long time. Working in the Office of Management and Budget was exciting in the beginning because the issue papers I worked on went directly to the president—first Ford, then Carter. But after four years of shuffling what seemed like very important papers and pulling numerous all-nighters, I realized that despite my working on multibillion-dollar federal budgets, nothing ever seemed to get done. And when it did get done, somehow the next year, it got undone.<br/><br/> The only good thing about having a low threshold for boredom is that I’ve always been willing to take crazy risks just to get out of that miserable state. In my bureaucratic job, I was just part of a larger process, but I wanted to be the process—to do my own thing, either in real estate or in the food business, and, for better or for worse, to make my own decisions and mistakes, risking my own money. I also need immediate feedback, and there was nothing immediate about government work. The issues I was working on involved $50 billion budgets and $25 billion construction projects; I knew I’d be so much happier if they involved only $25, but my $25. I distinctly remember thinking, If I were asked to be the head of OMB, would I want it? And if not, what was I even working toward? I also knew that my success there would depend on a man choosing me to be the head of the organization, and in 1978, that would never happen. I needed to find an alternate track where my success would be measured by my own business skill and nobody could stand in my way. <br/><br/> I didn’t whine—no one wants to hear someone complain about working in the White House!—but I was withering a little more each day. Jeffrey, who knew all too well how unhappy I was, encouraged me to find a passion and follow it. “Pick something you love to do,” he urged. “If you love it, you’ll be really good at it. And don’t worry about whether you make money. Just do it!”<br/><br/> I was sitting in my office, exhausted, and it was only ten a.m. I had the whole day in front of me, so I decided to catch up on <i>The New York Times</i> instead of working. There it was—in the Sunday, April 2, 1978, Business Opportunities section, where they advertised everything from dry cleaners in the Bronx to a coffee shop with an apartment upstairs, or the hottest new food fad in the seventies: a frozen yogurt store (though it was hard to predict if frozen yogurt had a future).<br/><br/> I had never even seen that section of the paper before. As I studied the tiny print, I spotted an ad for a specialty food store called Barefoot Contessa, for sale in a place I’d never been: Westhampton Beach, New York—all the way at the end of Long Island. The ads were written in a shorthand that was difficult to decipher, and the word opportunity seemed like quite an overstatement. To this day, it’s hard for me to imagine why this ad spoke to me, but I’m so glad it did, because it changed the entire trajectory of my life. This was the ad:<br/><br/> Honestly, it sounded like a prediction you might find in a fortune cookie, especially the “gross over six figures” part. And cheese shoppe? Who would answer that ad?<br/><br/> That night, I went home and told Jeffrey that I really needed a new profession, and that’s when he reminded me that I should think about doing what I love. “Funny you should mention it! I just saw an ad for a specialty food store for sale in <i>The New York Times.</i>”<br/><br/> “Let’s go see it!” Jeffrey said cheerfully. Looking back, I imagine that he was probably just humoring me. We lived in Washington, DC, and Jeffrey had an important job writing issue papers and speeches for the secretary of state. How in the world could I work in Westhampton Beach? But Jeffrey always had the most positive attitude—If this is what you want to do, we’ll work it out. We got in the car the very next weekend and drove to Westhampton to see the store and meet the owner, Diana Stratta.<br/><br/> On the way, I reminded myself that there was no reason on earth why this was a good idea. Yes, I had taught myself how to cook and I loved being in the kitchen, but I’d never worked a day in the food business. In fact, I’d never hired an employee, I’d never even set foot in the Hamptons, and this certainly wasn’t its most welcoming time of year. Signs of spring were everywhere in Washington, where the air was warm and the cherry blossoms were a week away from their stunning peak moment. But Westhampton in early April was cold and cloudy, a sleepy summer resort town reluctantly waking up from its long winter nap. By the time we parked in front of Barefoot Contessa, the place we’d traveled more than five hours to see, I’d decided that it was a crazy impulse and predicted we’d take a fast look, then turn around and drive home.<br/><br/> The shop, a white clapboard building on a corner in the center of the village’s Main Street, was small—only four hundred square feet. It was so small that the stove didn’t fit in the tiny kitchen in the back and was instead right there in the store. There was one employee who was taking care of absolutely no customers (in fact, there seemed to be no one in the whole village), but she was baking big chocolate chip cookies. Instantly, the scent triggered a rush of good feelings, like endorphins on steroids, and my first thought was, I need to be here! I didn’t want to write papers about enriched uranium; I wanted to bake cookies, not just because I liked them (and I do!), but because I saw a completely different life from the one I was living. The food business, this food business, would give me the freedom and creative outlet I craved. You bake cookies, you sell cookies, and if the cookie doesn’t sell, you make something else that customers will love and that WILL sell. It’s a business problem to solve, and it involved chocolate chip cookies! How great is that?<br/><br/> Standing in this adorable little place named after an Ava Gardner movie (it’s about being elegant and earthy), surrounded by beautiful baked goods, gorgeous prepared salads, and ripe exotic cheeses, I experienced a true “ruby slippers” moment. I felt as if I had clicked my heels and finally come home. I enjoyed everything about cooking, from planning menus to shopping for ingredients, from following a recipe in the most scientific way to making something up just for fun. Most of all, I loved serving the delicious results to Jeffrey and my appreciative friends. It was my favorite escape from my intellectual but totally uncreative job. What if the thing I love to do for fun could actually be my work? I thought. I kept hearing Jeffrey say, “If you love it, you’ll be really good at it.”<br/><br/> We spent the night at a local hotel that had the ambiance of an insane asylum. The room was white, the bed was white, there was not a single glint of metal or sharp object in sight—the perfect setting for two lunatics who were discussing a move that was certifiably crazy.<br/><br/> I’d like to say that I bought Barefoot Contessa on the spot and boldly stepped into a brand-new life, but it didn’t happen quite that way. Remember, I was only thirty and still a little nervous about committing to a life-changing decision as important as this one. Diana was asking $25,000 for the business, and Jeffrey and I discussed offering her $20,000, figuring it would give me time to think about it while we negotiated the price.<br/><br/> But the universe had other plans for me, and they were big. On Monday morning, back from Westhampton Beach, I was sitting at my desk, working on some nuclear energy budget and sinking into my daily stupor, when the phone rang. It was Diana, who said simply, “Thank you very much. I accept your offer.”<br/><br/> I remember sitting there stunned, thinking, Oh shit! I just bought a specialty food store!\"},{\"id\":\"108367104T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<b>Over the Wall</b><br><br> &ldquo;There has to be something more fun than this,&rdquo; I said to myself, probably for the millionth time, as I sat at my desk drafting nuclear energy policy at the White House. I should have been thinking about enriched uranium, but more often than not, I was looking for distractions. I was most likely planning a weekend dinner party and wondering which ingredient would make the flavor of my chocolate cake POP (it&rsquo;s coffee, by the way).<br><br> My ongoing frustration was that nothing ever happened in government, and even if it did, it took a really long time. Working in the Office of Management and Budget was exciting in the beginning because the issue papers I worked on went directly to the president&mdash;first Ford, then Carter. But after four years of shuffling what seemed like very important papers and pulling numerous all-nighters, I realized that despite my working on multibillion-dollar federal budgets, nothing ever seemed to get done. And when it did get done, somehow the next year, it got undone.<br><br> The only good thing about having a low threshold for boredom is that I&rsquo;ve always been willing to take crazy risks just to get out of that miserable state. In my bureaucratic job, I was just part of a larger process, but I wanted to be the process&mdash;to do my own thing, either in real estate or in the food business, and, for better or for worse, to make my own decisions and mistakes, risking my own money. I also need immediate feedback, and there was nothing immediate about government work. The issues I was working on involved $50 billion budgets and $25 billion construction projects; I knew I&rsquo;d be so much happier if they involved only $25, but my $25. I distinctly remember thinking, If I were asked to be the head of OMB, would I want it? And if not, what was I even working toward? I also knew that my success there would depend on a man choosing me to be the head of the organization, and in 1978, that would never happen. I needed to find an alternate track where my success would be measured by my own business skill and nobody could stand in my way. <br><br> I didn&rsquo;t whine&mdash;no one wants to hear someone complain about working in the White House!&mdash;but I was withering a little more each day. Jeffrey, who knew all too well how unhappy I was, encouraged me to find a passion and follow it. &ldquo;Pick something you love to do,&rdquo; he urged. &ldquo;If you love it, you&rsquo;ll be really good at it. And don&rsquo;t worry about whether you make money. Just do it!&rdquo;<br><br> I was sitting in my office, exhausted, and it was only ten a.m. I had the whole day in front of me, so I decided to catch up on <i>The New York Times</i> instead of working. There it was&mdash;in the Sunday, April 2, 1978, Business Opportunities section, where they advertised everything from dry cleaners in the Bronx to a coffee shop with an apartment upstairs, or the hottest new food fad in the seventies&#58; a frozen yogurt store (though it was hard to predict if frozen yogurt had a future).<br><br> I had never even seen that section of the paper before. As I studied the tiny print, I spotted an ad for a specialty food store called Barefoot Contessa, for sale in a place I&rsquo;d never been&#58; Westhampton Beach, New York&mdash;all the way at the end of Long Island. The ads were written in a shorthand that was difficult to decipher, and the word opportunity seemed like quite an overstatement. To this day, it&rsquo;s hard for me to imagine why this ad spoke to me, but I&rsquo;m so glad it did, because it changed the entire trajectory of my life. This was the ad&#58;<br><br> Honestly, it sounded like a prediction you might find in a fortune cookie, especially the &ldquo;gross over six figures&rdquo; part. And cheese shoppe? Who would answer that ad?<br><br> That night, I went home and told Jeffrey that I really needed a new profession, and that&rsquo;s when he reminded me that I should think about doing what I love. &ldquo;Funny you should mention it! I just saw an ad for a specialty food store for sale in <i>The New York Times.</i>&rdquo;<br><br> &ldquo;Let&rsquo;s go see it!&rdquo; Jeffrey said cheerfully. Looking back, I imagine that he was probably just humoring me. We lived in Washington, DC, and Jeffrey had an important job writing issue papers and speeches for the secretary of state. How in the world could I work in Westhampton Beach? But Jeffrey always had the most positive attitude&mdash;If this is what you want to do, we&rsquo;ll work it out. We got in the car the very next weekend and drove to Westhampton to see the store and meet the owner, Diana Stratta.<br><br> On the way, I reminded myself that there was no reason on earth why this was a good idea. Yes, I had taught myself how to cook and I loved being in the kitchen, but I&rsquo;d never worked a day in the food business. In fact, I&rsquo;d never hired an employee, I&rsquo;d never even set foot in the Hamptons, and this certainly wasn&rsquo;t its most welcoming time of year. Signs of spring were everywhere in Washington, where the air was warm and the cherry blossoms were a week away from their stunning peak moment. But Westhampton in early April was cold and cloudy, a sleepy summer resort town reluctantly waking up from its long winter nap. By the time we parked in front of Barefoot Contessa, the place we&rsquo;d traveled more than five hours to see, I&rsquo;d decided that it was a crazy impulse and predicted we&rsquo;d take a fast look, then turn around and drive home.<br><br> The shop, a white clapboard building on a corner in the center of the village&rsquo;s Main Street, was small&mdash;only four hundred square feet. It was so small that the stove didn&rsquo;t fit in the tiny kitchen in the back and was instead right there in the store. There was one employee who was taking care of absolutely no customers (in fact, there seemed to be no one in the whole village), but she was baking big chocolate chip cookies. Instantly, the scent triggered a rush of good feelings, like endorphins on steroids, and my first thought was, I need to be here! I didn&rsquo;t want to write papers about enriched uranium; I wanted to bake cookies, not just because I liked them (and I do!), but because I saw a completely different life from the one I was living. The food business, this food business, would give me the freedom and creative outlet I craved. You bake cookies, you sell cookies, and if the cookie doesn&rsquo;t sell, you make something else that customers will love and that WILL sell. It&rsquo;s a business problem to solve, and it involved chocolate chip cookies! How great is that?<br><br> Standing in this adorable little place named after an Ava Gardner movie (it&rsquo;s about being elegant and earthy), surrounded by beautiful baked goods, gorgeous prepared salads, and ripe exotic cheeses, I experienced a true &ldquo;ruby slippers&rdquo; moment. I felt as if I had clicked my heels and finally come home. I enjoyed everything about cooking, from planning menus to shopping for ingredients, from following a recipe in the most scientific way to making something up just for fun. Most of all, I loved serving the delicious results to Jeffrey and my appreciative friends. It was my favorite escape from my intellectual but totally uncreative job. What if the thing I love to do for fun could actually be my work? I thought. I kept hearing Jeffrey say, &ldquo;If you love it, you&rsquo;ll be really good at it.&rdquo;<br><br> We spent the night at a local hotel that had the ambiance of an insane asylum. The room was white, the bed was white, there was not a single glint of metal or sharp object in sight&mdash;the perfect setting for two lunatics who were discussing a move that was certifiably crazy.<br><br> I&rsquo;d like to say that I bought Barefoot Contessa on the spot and boldly stepped into a brand-new life, but it didn&rsquo;t happen quite that way. Remember, I was only thirty and still a little nervous about committing to a life-changing decision as important as this one. Diana was asking $25,000 for the business, and Jeffrey and I discussed offering her $20,000, figuring it would give me time to think about it while we negotiated the price.<br><br> But the universe had other plans for me, and they were big. On Monday morning, back from Westhampton Beach, I was sitting at my desk, working on some nuclear energy budget and sinking into my daily stupor, when the phone rang. It was Diana, who said simply, &ldquo;Thank you very much. I accept your offer.&rdquo;<br><br> I remember sitting there stunned, thinking, Oh shit! 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Elmhirst's retelling is a triumph, second only to the seemingly impossible feat of Maurice and Maralyn themselves. You won't be able to put it down.\" - USA Today\"Remarkable... I found myself, alternately, holding my breath as I read at top speed, wandering rooms in search of someone to read aloud to, and placing the book facedown, arrested by quiet statements that left me reeling with their depth.\" - The New York Times \"Such an emotionally vivid portrait of a couple in isolation that I was shocked it wasn't fiction. How could a writer get so deeply into the minds of two real people in such extraordinary circumstances? ... So brilliantly depicted.\" - Elle\"A beautiful meditation on endurance, codependence, and the power of love. A dazzling book.\" - Patrick Radden Keefe\"An enthralling, engrossing story of survival and the resilience of the human spirit.\" -Bill BrysonAn instant New York Times bestseller, this is the electrifying true story of a young couple shipwrecked at sea: a mind-blowing tale of obsession, survival, and partnership stretched to its limits.Maurice and Maralyn make an odd couple. He's a loner, awkward and obsessive; she's charismatic and ambitious. But they share a horror of wasting their lives. And they dream - as we all dream - of running away from it all. What if they quit their jobs, sold their house, bought a boat, and sailed away?Most of us begin and end with the daydream. But in June 1972, Maurice and Maralyn set sail. For nearly a year all went well, until deep in the Pacific, a breaching whale knocked a hole in their boat and it sank beneath the waves.What ensues is a jaw-dropping fight to survive in the wild ocean, with little hope of rescue. Alone together for months in a tiny rubber raft, starving and exhausted, Maurice and Maralyn have to find not only ways to stay alive but ways to get along, as their inner demons emerge and their marriage is put to the greatest of tests. Although they could run away from the world, they can't run away from themselves.Taut, propulsive, and dazzling, A Marriage at Sea pairs an adrenaline-fueled high seas adventure with a gutting love story that asks why we love difficult people, and who we become under the most extreme conditions imaginable.","<b>THE RUNAWAY <i>NEW YORK TIMES </i>BESTSELLER <br><i><br></i>A <i>NEW YORK TIMES </i>TOP 10 BOOK OF 2025<br><i><br></i>ALSO NAMED ONE OF BARACK OBAMA'S FAVORITE BOOKS OF 2025 AND A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR BY NPR,<i> VOGUE, TIME MAGAZINE, THE NEW YORKER,</i> AND MORE<i><br></i><br>\"This is nonfiction that reads like fiction - the best kind. Elmhirst's retelling is a triumph, second only to the seemingly impossible feat of Maurice and Maralyn themselves. You won't be able to put it down.\" <i>- USA Today<br></i><br>\"Remarkable... I found myself, alternately, holding my breath as I read at top speed, wandering rooms in search of someone to read aloud to, and placing the book facedown, arrested by quiet statements that left me reeling with their depth.\" <i>- The New York Times </i><br><i><br></i>\"Such an emotionally vivid portrait of a couple in isolation that I was shocked it wasn't fiction. How could a writer get so deeply into the minds of two real people in such extraordinary circumstances? ... So brilliantly depicted.\" <i>- Elle</i><br><br>\"A beautiful meditation on endurance, codependence, and the power of love. A dazzling book.\" - Patrick Radden Keefe<br><br>\"An enthralling, engrossing story of survival and the resilience of the human spirit.\" -Bill Bryson<br><br>An instant <i>New York Times</i> bestseller, this is the electrifying true story of a young couple shipwrecked at sea: a mind-blowing tale of obsession, survival, and partnership stretched to its limits.<br></b><br>Maurice and Maralyn make an odd couple. He's a loner, awkward and obsessive; she's charismatic and ambitious. But they share a horror of wasting their lives. And they dream - as we all dream - of running away from it all. What if they quit their jobs, sold their house, bought a boat, and sailed away?<br><br>Most of us begin and end with the daydream. But in June 1972, Maurice and Maralyn set sail. For nearly a year all went well, until deep in the Pacific, a breaching whale knocked a hole in their boat and it sank beneath the waves.<br><br>What ensues is a jaw-dropping fight to survive in the wild ocean, with little hope of rescue. Alone together for months in a tiny rubber raft, starving and exhausted, Maurice and Maralyn have to find not only ways to stay alive but ways to get along, as their inner demons emerge and their marriage is put to the greatest of tests. 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Set in the rich farmland of California's Salinas Valley, this sprawling and often brutal novel follows the intertwined destinies of two families—the Trasks and the Hamiltons—whose generations helplessly reenact the fall of Adam and Eve and the poisonous rivalry of Cain and Abel.The masterpiece of Steinbeck’s later years, East of Eden is a work in which Steinbeck created his most mesmerizing characters and explored his most enduring themes: the mystery of identity, the inexplicability of love, and the murderous consequences of love's absence. Adapted for the 1955 film directed by Elia Kazan introducing James Dean, and read by thousands as the book that brought Oprah’s Book Club back, East of Eden has remained vitally present in American culture for over half a century. This Centennial edition, specially designed to commemorate one hundred years of Steinbeck, features french flaps and deckle-edged pages.Penguin Classics is the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world, representing a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.","<b>Now a Netflix series starring Florence Pugh<br><br>A masterpiece of Biblical scope, and the magnum opus of one of America’s most enduring authors, in a deluxe Centennial edition</b><br><br>In his journal, Nobel Prize winner John Steinbeck called <i>East of Eden</i> \"the first book,\" and indeed it has the primordial power and simplicity of myth. Set in the rich farmland of California's Salinas Valley, this sprawling and often brutal novel follows the intertwined destinies of two families—the Trasks and the Hamiltons—whose generations helplessly reenact the fall of Adam and Eve and the poisonous rivalry of Cain and Abel.<br><br>The masterpiece of Steinbeck’s later years, <i>East of Eden</i> is a work in which Steinbeck created his most mesmerizing characters and explored his most enduring themes: the mystery of identity, the inexplicability of love, and the murderous consequences of love's absence. Adapted for the 1955 film directed by Elia Kazan introducing James Dean, and read by thousands as the book that brought Oprah’s Book Club back, <i>East of Eden</i> has remained vitally present in American culture for over half a century. 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It is a long narrow swale between two ranges of mountains, and the Salinas River winds and twists up the center until it falls at last into Monterey Bay.<br/><br/>I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer—and what trees and seasons smelled like—how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.<br/><br/>I remember that the Gabilan Mountains to the east of the valley were light gay mountains full of sun and loveliness and a kind of invitation, so that you wanted to climb into their warm foothills almost as you want to climb into the lap of a beloved mother. They were beckoning mountains with a brown grass love. The Santa Lucias stood up against the sky to the west and kept the valley from the open sea, and they were dark and brooding—unfriendly and dangerous. I always found in myself a dread of west and a love of east. Where I ever got such an idea I cannot say, unless it could be that the morning came over the peaks of the Gabilans and the night drifted back from the ridges of the Santa Lucias. It may be that the birth and death of the day had some part in my feeling about the two ranges of mountains.<br/><br/>From both sides of the valley little streams slipped out of the hill canyons and fell into the bed of the Salinas River. In the winter of wet years the streams ran full-freshet, and they swelled the river until sometimes it raged and boiled, bank full, and then it was a destroyer. The river tore the edges of the farm lands and washed whole acres down; it toppled barns and houses into itself, to go floating and bobbing away. It trapped cows and pigs and sheep and drowned them in its muddy brown water and carried them to the sea. Then when the late spring came, the river drew in from its edges and the sand banks appeared. And in the summer the river didn’t run at all above ground. Some pools would be left in the deep swirl places under a high bank. The tules and grasses grew back, and willows straightened up with the flood debris in their upper branches. The Salinas was only a part-time river. The summer sun drove it underground. It was not a fine river at all, but it was the only one we had and so we boasted about it—how dangerous it was in a wet winter and how dry it was in a dry summer. You can boast about anything if it’s all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.<br/>  <br/><br/></p>\"},{\"id\":\"68983968T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Chapter 1<br><br>[1]<br><br> THE SALINAS VALLEY is in Northern California. It is a long narrow swale between two ranges of mountains, and the Salinas River winds and twists up the center until it falls at last into Monterey Bay.<br><br>I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer&mdash;and what trees and seasons smelled like&mdash;how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.<br><br>I remember that the Gabilan Mountains to the east of the valley were light gay mountains full of sun and loveliness and a kind of invitation, so that you wanted to climb into their warm foothills almost as you want to climb into the lap of a beloved mother. They were beckoning mountains with a brown grass love. The Santa Lucias stood up against the sky to the west and kept the valley from the open sea, and they were dark and brooding&mdash;unfriendly and dangerous. I always found in myself a dread of west and a love of east. Where I ever got such an idea I cannot say, unless it could be that the morning came over the peaks of the Gabilans and the night drifted back from the ridges of the Santa Lucias. It may be that the birth and death of the day had some part in my feeling about the two ranges of mountains.<br><br>From both sides of the valley little streams slipped out of the hill canyons and fell into the bed of the Salinas River. In the winter of wet years the streams ran full-freshet, and they swelled the river until sometimes it raged and boiled, bank full, and then it was a destroyer. The river tore the edges of the farm lands and washed whole acres down; it toppled barns and houses into itself, to go floating and bobbing away. It trapped cows and pigs and sheep and drowned them in its muddy brown water and carried them to the sea. Then when the late spring came, the river drew in from its edges and the sand banks appeared. And in the summer the river didn&rsquo;t run at all above ground. Some pools would be left in the deep swirl places under a high bank. The tules and grasses grew back, and willows straightened up with the flood debris in their upper branches. The Salinas was only a part-time river. The summer sun drove it underground. It was not a fine river at all, but it was the only one we had and so we boasted about it&mdash;how dangerous it was in a wet winter and how dry it was in a dry summer. You can boast about anything if it&rsquo;s all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.<br> &#160;<br><br></p>\"},{\"id\":\"47298909T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<p>Chapter 1<BR>(Continues&hellip;)<blockquote><hr noshade size='1'><font size='-2'><br>Excerpted from &quot;East of Eden&quot; <br>by . <br>Copyright &copy 2003 John Steinbeck. <br>Excerpted by permission of Penguin Publishing Group. <br>All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. <br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. <br></font><hr noshade size='1'></blockquote>\"},{\"id\":\"116245646T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<p>Chapter 1<br/><br/>[1]<br/><br/> THE SALINAS VALLEY is in Northern California. It is a long narrow swale between two ranges of mountains, and the Salinas River winds and twists up the center until it falls at last into Monterey Bay.<br/><br/>I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer—and what trees and seasons smelled like—how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.<br/><br/>I remember that the Gabilan Mountains to the east of the valley were light gay mountains full of sun and loveliness and a kind of invitation, so that you wanted to climb into their warm foothills almost as you want to climb into the lap of a beloved mother. They were beckoning mountains with a brown grass love. The Santa Lucias stood up against the sky to the west and kept the valley from the open sea, and they were dark and brooding—unfriendly and dangerous. I always found in myself a dread of west and a love of east. Where I ever got such an idea I cannot say, unless it could be that the morning came over the peaks of the Gabilans and the night drifted back from the ridges of the Santa Lucias. It may be that the birth and death of the day had some part in my feeling about the two ranges of mountains.<br/><br/>From both sides of the valley little streams slipped out of the hill canyons and fell into the bed of the Salinas River. In the winter of wet years the streams ran full-freshet, and they swelled the river until sometimes it raged and boiled, bank full, and then it was a destroyer. The river tore the edges of the farm lands and washed whole acres down; it toppled barns and houses into itself, to go floating and bobbing away. It trapped cows and pigs and sheep and drowned them in its muddy brown water and carried them to the sea. Then when the late spring came, the river drew in from its edges and the sand banks appeared. And in the summer the river didn’t run at all above ground. Some pools would be left in the deep swirl places under a high bank. The tules and grasses grew back, and willows straightened up with the flood debris in their upper branches. The Salinas was only a part-time river. The summer sun drove it underground. It was not a fine river at all, but it was the only one we had and so we boasted about it—how dangerous it was in a wet winter and how dry it was in a dry summer. You can boast about anything if it’s all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.<br/>  <br/><br/></p>\"},{\"id\":\"43387784T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"Chapter 1<br><br>[1]<br><br> THE SALINAS VALLEY is in Northern California. It is a long narrow swale between two ranges of mountains, and the Salinas River winds and twists up the center until it falls at last into Monterey Bay.<br><br>I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer&mdash;and what trees and seasons smelled like&mdash;how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.<br><br>I remember that the Gabilan Mountains to the east of the valley were light gay mountains full of sun and loveliness and a kind of invitation, so that you wanted to climb into their warm foothills almost as you want to climb into the lap of a beloved mother. They were beckoning mountains with a brown grass love. The Santa Lucias stood up against the sky to the west and kept the valley from the open sea, and they were dark and brooding&mdash;unfriendly and dangerous. I always found in myself a dread of west and a love of east. Where I ever got such an idea I cannot say, unless it could be that the morning came over the peaks of the Gabilans and the night drifted back from the ridges of the Santa Lucias. It may be that the birth and death of the day had some part in my feeling about the two ranges of mountains.<br><br>From both sides of the valley little streams slipped out of the hill canyons and fell into the bed of the Salinas River. In the winter of wet years the streams ran full-freshet, and they swelled the river until sometimes it raged and boiled, bank full, and then it was a destroyer. The river tore the edges of the farm lands and washed whole acres down; it toppled barns and houses into itself, to go floating and bobbing away. It trapped cows and pigs and sheep and drowned them in its muddy brown water and carried them to the sea. Then when the late spring came, the river drew in from its edges and the sand banks appeared. And in the summer the river didn&rsquo;t run at all above ground. Some pools would be left in the deep swirl places under a high bank. The tules and grasses grew back, and willows straightened up with the flood debris in their upper branches. The Salinas was only a part-time river. The summer sun drove it underground. It was not a fine river at all, but it was the only one we had and so we boasted about it&mdash;how dangerous it was in a wet winter and how dry it was in a dry summer. You can boast about anything if it&rsquo;s all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.<br> &#160;<br><br></p>\"},{\"id\":\"116245648T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"A novel planned on the grandest possible scale...One of those occasions when a writer has aimed high and then summoned every ounce of energy, talent, seriousness, and passion of which he was capable...It is an entirely interesting and impressive book.\\\"<br/>—<i><b>The New York Herald Tribune<br/><br/></b></i>\\\"A fantasia and myth...a strange and original work of art.\\\"<br/>—<i><b>The New York Times Book Review<br/><br/></b></i>\\\"A moving, crying pageant with wilderness strengths.\\\"<br/><b>—Carl Sandburg<br/><br/></b>\\\"When the book club ended a year ago, I said I would bring it back when I found the book that was moving…and this is a great one. I read it for myself for the first time and then I had some friends read it. And we think it might be the best novel we've ever read!\\\"<br/><b>—Oprah Winfrey<br/><br/></b>\"},{\"id\":\"135433665T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"A novel planned on the grandest possible scale...One of those occasions when a writer has aimed high and then summoned every ounce of energy, talent, seriousness, and passion of which he was capable...It is an entirely interesting and impressive book.\\\"<br/>--<i><b>The New York Herald Tribune <p/></b></i>\\\"A fantasia and myth...a strange and original work of art.\\\"<br/>--<i><b>The New York Times Book Review <p/></b></i>\\\"A moving, crying pageant with wilderness strengths.\\\"<br/><b>--Carl Sandburg <p/></b>\\\"When the book club ended a year ago, I said I would bring it back when I found the book that was moving...and this is a great one. I read it for myself for the first time and then I had some friends read it. And we think it might be the best novel we've ever read!\\\"<br/><b>--Oprah Winfrey <p/></b>\"},{\"id\":\"116245647T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"Oprah Book  Club, Winner<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"127004781T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>One of the greatest novels of our time, John Steinbeck&#8217;s emotionally charged multigenerational saga follows the fate of two families as they grapple with love, rivalry and redemption.</p>  \"},{\"id\":\"42991668T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>INTRODUCTION</b><p><i>East of Eden</i>, John Steinbeck's passionate and exhilarating epic, re-creates the seminal stories of Genesis through the intertwined lives of two American families. The result is a purely American saga set in Steinbeck's own childhood home, the Salinas Valley of northern California. The valley is a new world both idyllic and harsh, and Steinbeck sings to it with a personal nostalgia that is clouded by the knowledge that this valley-as all human dwellings-is the location for as much tragedy as triumph.</p><p>The first family whose story is told in this novel is the Hamiltons, led by the charismatic poet-patriarch Samuel Hamilton, an Irish immigrant who raises a large and boisterous family on a mean and unyielding plot of land through charm, ingenuity, and adaptability. The Hamiltons are penniless, but Samuel and Liza's strong and traditional marriage yields nine children of every type and talent who brim with affection and potential. The children act out the numerous possibilities of American life, some making money in business and advertising, some seeking love and home life, others failing utterly in their struggle to find meaning and clarity in the chaotic possibility of a new century.</p><p>The second family, the Trasks, is introduced to us as a Connecticut father-a false war hero with a fortune of mysterious origin-his used-up wives, and his two sons&#58; the murderous Charles and the sensitive, searching Adam. After a stint in the army and aimless years as a hobo, Adam falls in love and migrates to Salinas, intending to create his own Garden of Eden. There he presides over a fractured home, raising twin sons Caleb and Aron alone after the dissolution of his marriage to the unfathomable, treacherous Catherine Ames. Catherine herself-later known as Kate-represents the potential for evil in the world. Her life in the valley is the antithesis of that which the Trasks and Hamiltons seek to achieve, as she sinks into a limited life of meanness.</p><p>The Trasks are what Steinbeck called his \\\"symbol people,\\\" and their story reenacts the saga of Cain and Abel, for Steinbeck one of the world's greatest stories of love, rejection, jealousy, and redemption. But Adam and his sons are held together as a family by the Chinese-American philosopher-servant Lee, who offers wisdom in the face of painful circumstances. Together the characters try to formulate personal paradises that can withstand the inevitable challenges of human existence, battling the contradiction between the desire to submit to God and tradition and the human need for self-realization and fulfillment. Much as the United States itself had to resolve its roots in Europe as it absorbed the labor of immigrants from around the world in the creation of a new nation, <i>East of Eden</i>'s path-breaking Americans seek to free themselves from the chains of the past and achieve personal freedom.</p><p>A brilliant novel of ideas, <i>East of Eden</i> is far-reaching in its effort to explicate the most fundamental trials of mankind. Brutally realistic-and sometimes fatalistic-about people's ability to harm themselves and those around them, it is also a celebration of perseverance, enduring love, and the noble yearning to better oneself. And it is a work of profound optimism about the capacity of humans to triumph over adversity and determine their own fates. In prose both evanescent and dignified, Steinbeck creates in these characters and for the reader \\\"a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed.\\\"</p><br><b>ABOUT JOHN STEINBECK</b><p>No writer is more quintessentially American than John Steinbeck. Born in 1902 in Salinas, California, Steinbeck attended Stanford University before working at a series of mostly blue-collar jobs and embarking on his literary career. Profoundly committed to social progress, he used his writing to raise issues of labor exploitation and the plight of the common man, penning some of the greatest American novels of the twentieth century and winning such prestigious awards as the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award. He received the Nobel Prize in 1962, \\\"for his realistic and imaginative writings, combining as they do sympathetic humor and keen social perception.\\\" Today, more than thirty years after his death, he remains one of America's greatest writers and cultural figures. <i>East of Eden</i>, the novel he called \\\"the big one,\\\" was published in 1952.</p><br><b>DISCUSSION QUESTIONS</b><li>Steinbeck has a character refer to Americans as a \\\"breed,\\\" and near the end of the book Lee says to a conflicted Cal that \\\"We are all descended from the restless, the nervous, the criminals, the arguers and brawlers, but also the brave and independent and generous. If our ancestors had not been that, they would have stayed in their home plots in the other world and starved over the squeezed-out soil.\\\" What makes this a quintessentially American book? Can you identify archetypically American qualities&#8212;perhaps some of those listed above&#8212;in the characters?<br>&#160;</li><li>Sam Hamilton&#8212;called a \\\"shining man\\\"&#8212;and his children are an immigrant family in the classic American model. What comes with Sam and his wife Liza from the \\\"old country\\\"? How does living in America change them and their children? What opportunities does America provide for the clan, and what challenges?<br>&#160;</li><li>Adam Trask struggles to overcome the actions of others&#8212;his father, brother, and wife&#8212;and make his own life. What is the lesson that he learns that frees him from Kate and allows him to love his sons? He says to Cal near the end that \\\"if you want to give me a present&#8212;give me a good life. That would be something I could value.\\\" Does Adam have a good life? What hinders him? Would you characterize his life as successful in the end?<br>&#160;</li><li>Lee is one of the most remarkable characters in American literature, a philosopher trapped by the racial expectations of his time. He is the essence of compassion, erudition, and calm, serving the Trasks while retaining a complex interior and emotional life. Do you understand why he speaks in pidgin, as he explains it to Sam Hamilton? How does his character change&#8212;in dress, speech, and action&#8212;over the course of the book? And why do you think Lee stays with the Trasks, instead of living on his own in San Francisco and pursuing his dream?<br>&#160;</li><li>Women in the novel are not always as fully realized as the main male characters. The great exception is Adam Trask's wife, Cathy, later Kate the brothel owner. Clearly Kate's evil is meant to be of biblical proportions. Can you understand what motivates her? Is she truly evil or does Steinbeck allow some traces of humanity in his characterization of her? What does her final act, for Aron Trask, indicate about her (well-hidden) emotions?<br>&#160;</li><li>Sibling rivalry is a crushing reoccurrence in <i>East of Eden</i>. First Adam and his brother Charles, then Adam's sons Cal and Aron, act out a drama of jealousy and competition that seems fated&#58; Lee calls the story of Cain and Abel the \\\"symbol story of the human soul.\\\" Why do you think this is so, or do you disagree? Have you ever experienced or witnessed such a rivalry? Do all of the siblings in the book act out this drama or do some escape it? If so, how? If all of the \\\"C\\\" characters seem initially to embody evil and all the \\\"A\\\" characters good&#8212;in this novel that charts the course of good and evil in human experience&#8212;is it true that good and evil are truly separate? Are the C characters also good, the A characters capable of evil?<br>&#160;</li><li>Abra, at first simply an object of sexual competition to Cal and Aron, becomes a more complex character in her relationships with the brothers but also with Lee and her own family. She rebels against Aron's insistence that she be a one-dimensional symbol of pure femininity. What is it that she's really looking for? Compare her to some of the other women in the book (Kate, Liza, Adam's stepmother) and try to identify some of the qualities that set her apart. Do you think she might embody the kind of \\\"modern\\\" woman that emerged in postwar America?<br>&#160;</li><li>Some of Steinbeck's ethnic and racial characterizations are loaded with stereotype. Yet he also makes extremely prescient comments about the role that many races played in the building of America, and he takes the time to give dignity to all types of persons. Lee is one example of a character that constantly subverts expectations. Can you think of other scenes or characters that might have challenged conventional notions in Steinbeck's time? In ours? How unusual do you think it might have been to write about America as a multicultural haven in the 1950s? And do you agree that that is what Steinbeck does, or do you think he reveals a darker side to American diversity?<br>&#160;</li><li>What constitutes true wealth in the book? The Hamiltons and the Trasks are most explicitly differentiated by their relationship to money&#58; though Sam Hamilton works hard he accumulates little, while Adam Trask moons and mourns and lives off the money acquired by his father. Think of different times that money is sought after or rejected by characters (such as Will Hamilton and Cal Trask) and the role that it plays to help and hinder them in realizing their dreams. Does the quest for money ever obscure deeper desires?<br>&#160;</li><li>During the naming of the twins, Lee, Sam, and Adam have a long conversation about a sentence from Genesis, disagreeing over whether God has said an act is ordered or predetermined. Lee continues to think about this conversation and enlists the help of a group of Chinese philosophers to come to a conclusion&#58; that God has given humans choice by saying that they may (the Hebrew word for \\\"may,\\\" timshel, becomes a key trope in the novel), that people can choose for themselves. What is Steinbeck trying to say about guilt and forgiveness? About family inheritance versus free will? Think of instances where this distinction is important in the novel, and in your own life.<br>&#160;</li><li>The end of the novel and the future of the Trasks seems to rest with Cal, the son least liked and least understood by his father and the town. What does Cal come to understand about his relationship to his past and to each member of his family? The last scene between Adam and Cal is momentous; what exactly happens between them, and how hopeful a note is this profound ending? Why is Lee trying to force Cal to overturn the assumption that lives are \\\"all inherited\\\"? What do you think Cal's future will be?<br>&#160;</li><li><i>East of Eden</i> is a combination novel/memoir; Steinbeck writes himself in as a minor character in the book, a member of the Hamilton family. What do you think he gained by morphing genres in this fashion? What distinguishes this from a typical autobiography? 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Three powerful novels of the late 1930s focused on the California laboring class: <b>In Dubious Battle</b> (1936), <b>Of Mice and Men</b> (1937), and the book considered by many his finest, <b>The Grapes of Wrath</b> (1939).  <b>The Grapes of Wrath</b> won both the <b>National Book Award</b> and the <b>Pulitzer Prize</b> in 1939.</p><p>Early in the 1940s, Steinbeck became a filmmaker with <b>The Forgotten Village</b> (1941) and a serious student of marine biology with <b>Sea of Cortez</b> (1941).  He devoted his services to the war, writing Bombs Away (1942) and the controversial play-novelette <b>The Moon is Down</b> (1942).  <b>Cannery Row</b> (1945), <b>The Wayward Bus</b> (1948), another experimental drama, <b>Burning Bright</b> (1950), and <b>The Log from the Sea of Cortez</b> (1951) preceded publication of the monumental <b>East of Eden</b> (1952), an ambitious saga of the Salinas Valley and his own family’s history.</p><p>The last decades of his life were spent in New York City and Sag Harbor with his third wife, with whom he traveled widely.  Later books include <b>Sweet Thursday</b> (1954), <b>The Short Reign of Pippin IV: A Fabrication</b> (1957), <b>Once There Was a War </b>(1958), <b>The Winter of Our Discontent </b>(1961), <b>Travels with Charley in Search of America </b>(1962), <b>America and Americans</b> (1966), and the posthumously published <b>Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters</b> (1969), <b>Viva Zapata!</b> (1975), <b>The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights</b> (1976), and <b>Working Days: The Journals of The Grapes of Wrath</b> (1989).</p><p>Steinbeck received the <b>Nobel Prize in Literature</b> in 1962, and, in 1964, he was presented with the <b>United States Medal of Freedom</b> by President Lyndon B. Johnson. Steinbeck died in New York in 1968. 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Later books include <b>Sweet Thursday</b> (1954), <b>The Short Reign of Pippin IV&#58; A Fabrication</b> (1957), <b>Once There Was a War </b>(1958), <b>The Winter of Our Discontent </b>(1961), <b>Travels with Charley in Search of America </b>(1962), <b>America and Americans</b> (1966), and the posthumously published <b>Journal of a Novel&#58; The East of Eden Letters</b> (1969), <b>Viva Zapata!</b> (1975), <b>The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights</b> (1976), and <b>Working Days&#58; The Journals of The Grapes of Wrath</b> (1989).</p><p>Steinbeck received the <b>Nobel Prize in Literature</b> in 1962, and, in 1964, he was presented with the <b>United States Medal of Freedom</b> by President Lyndon B. Johnson. Steinbeck died in New York in 1968. 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Three powerful novels of the late 1930s focused on the California laboring class: <b>In Dubious Battle</b> (1936), <b>Of Mice and Men</b> (1937), and the book considered by many his finest, <b>The Grapes of Wrath</b> (1939).  <b>The Grapes of Wrath</b> won both the <b>National Book Award</b> and the <b>Pulitzer Prize</b> in 1939.</p><p>Early in the 1940s, Steinbeck became a filmmaker with <b>The Forgotten Village</b> (1941) and a serious student of marine biology with <b>Sea of Cortez</b> (1941).  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Wilson Literary Science Writing Award | LOS ANGELES TIMES BESTSELLER | INDIE BESTSELLER | The New Yorker's Best Books of 2025 From “one of America’s smartest and most charming writers” (NPR), an archaeological romp through the entire history of humankind—and through all five senses—from tropical Polynesian islands to forbidding arctic ice floes, and everywhere in between. Whether it’s the mighty pyramids of Egypt or the majestic temples of Mexico, we have a good idea of what the past looked like. But what about our other senses: The tang of Roman fish sauce and the springy crust of Egyptian sourdough? The boom of medieval cannons and the clash of Viking swords? The frenzied plays of an Aztec ballgame...and the chilling reality that the losers might also lose their lives? History often neglects the tastes, textures, sounds, and smells that were an intimate part of our ancestors’ lives, but a new generation of researchers is resurrecting those hidden details, pioneering an exciting new discipline called experimental archaeology. These are scientists gone rogue: They make human mummies. They investigate the unsolved murders of ancient bog bodies. They carve primitive spears and go hunting, then knap their own obsidian blades to skin the game. They build perilous boats and plunge out onto the open sea—all in the name of experiencing history as it was, with all its dangers, disappointments, and unexpected delights. Beloved author Sam Kean joins these experimental archaeologists on their adventures across the globe, from the Andes to the South Seas. He fires medieval catapults, tries his hand at ancient surgery and tattooing, builds Roman-style roads—and, in novelistic interludes, spins gripping tales about the lives of our ancestors with vivid imagination and his signature meticulous research. Lively, offbeat, and filled with stunning revelations about our past, Dinner with King Tut sheds light on days long gone and the intrepid experts resurrecting them today, with startling, lifelike detail and more than a few laughs along the way.Smithsonian's Top 10 Science Books of the Year | The History Channel's Best New History Books of 2025 | Washington Independent Review of Books's 51 Favorite Books of 2025 | Amazon's Best Books of the Year Winner of the Non-Obvious Book Award's Most Original Book of the Year","<b>Finalist for the 2026 PEN/E.O. 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The frenzied plays of an Aztec ballgame...and the chilling reality that the losers might also lose their lives?<br>  <br> History often neglects the tastes, textures, sounds, and smells that were an intimate part of our ancestors’ lives, but a new generation of researchers is resurrecting those hidden details, pioneering an exciting new discipline called experimental archaeology. These are scientists gone rogue: They make human mummies. They investigate the unsolved murders of ancient bog bodies. They carve primitive spears and go hunting, then knap their own obsidian blades to skin the game. They build perilous boats and plunge out onto the open sea—all in the name of experiencing history as it was, with all its dangers, disappointments, and unexpected delights.<br>  <br> Beloved author Sam Kean joins these experimental archaeologists on their adventures across the globe, from the Andes to the South Seas. 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You will never want to surface from these enchanting, depthless waters.\\\"—<i><b>Ava Reid, #1 New York Times bestselling author of A Study in Drowning</b></i><br/><br/>“A gothic, romantic fairytale that feels like falling into a dark, strange dream — one you won’t want to wake from. With twisty parables, monstrous divinities, a slow-burn romance and magic with a deadly cost, the story of <i>The Knight and the Moth</i> unfolds like peeling back a gossamer shroud. Gillig has done it again — I’m obsessed.”—<i><b>Amélie Wen Zhao, New York Times bestselling author of Song of Silver, Flame Like Night</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Full of haunting, Gothic-tinged prose and boasting what is likely the most gorgeous cover of anything hitting shelves this year, Gillig’s latest is stunning in every way.\\\" —<i><b>Paste</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"[Gillig] is arguably one of the most talented authors of this generation.\\\"—<i><b>Folio Weekly</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"The first book of Rachel Gillig’s new series is an enthralling entry into the increasingly saturated world of romantasy.\\\"—<i><b>Harper's Bazaar</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"The premise feels fresh and the worldbuilding is inventive.\\\" —<i><b>Publishers Weekly</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Gillig’s creative world building and riveting plot will have readers eagerly anticipating the next book in the Stonewater Kingdom series.\\\" —<i><b>Booklist</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Gillig excels at creating an eerie world, rife with creepy legends and macabre creatures, sure to please any fan of gothic fantasy; it’s a perfect setting for the love-to-hate-you romance between Six and Myndacious. 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Prepare to meet your next obsession.\\\"—<i><b>Rebecca Ross, author of Divine Rivals</b></i><br/><br/><i>\\\"The Knight and the Moth</i> is a lavender-drenched dream. Transportive and pacy, Gillig delivers sparkling romantic tension, eerie atmosphere, and the most unique, endearing characters I’ve read in a long while. The signs are clear—readers won’t be able to put down this adventurous, dark gem of a book.\\\"—<i><b>Kalie Cassidy, author of In the Veins of the Drowning</b></i><br/><br/>Brimming with beguiling prose, and a dangerous magical world, The Knight and the Moth sparkles with wit and a slow burn romance that left me breathless and impatient for the next installment. Rachel Gillig wrote a gorgeous tale I won’t ever shut up about. —<i><b>Isabel Ibanez, #1 New York Times bestselling author</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Gothic and thrilling, <i>The Knight and the Moth </i>cements Gillig as one of our finest romantasy writers.\\\"—<i><b>Elle</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Delicate and delicious in every way, boasting a fascinating premise, a uniquely dark Gothic atmosphere, and the sort of worldbuilding that’s bursting with vivid imagery and shockingly lived-in detail...Gillig’s atmospheric prose has never been better.\\\"—<i><b>Paste</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"In a fairytale that’ll leave you in a trance, Rachel Gillig weaves together romance, magic and folklore into one dazzling story. This is perfect for fans of Naomi Novik and Ava Reid.\\\"—<i><b>B&N Reads</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Mesmerizing ... one of the most beloved fantasy books of 2025.\\\"—<i><b>Cosmopolitan</b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"131505460T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"Mesmerizing ... one of the most beloved fantasy books of 2025.\\\"--<i><b>Cosmopolitan</b></i><br/><br/><i>\\\"The Knight and the Moth</i> is a lavender-drenched dream. Transportive and pacy, Gillig delivers sparkling romantic tension, eerie atmosphere, and the most unique, endearing characters I've read in a long while. The signs are clear--readers won't be able to put down this adventurous, dark gem of a book.\\\"--<i><b>Kalie Cassidy, author of In the Veins of the Drowning</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"[Gillig] is arguably one of the most talented authors of this generation.\\\"--<i><b>Folio Weekly</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Delicate and delicious in every way, boasting a fascinating premise, a uniquely dark Gothic atmosphere, and the sort of worldbuilding that's bursting with vivid imagery and shockingly lived-in detail...Gillig's atmospheric prose has never been better.\\\"--<i><b>Paste</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Full of haunting, Gothic-tinged prose and boasting what is likely the most gorgeous cover of anything hitting shelves this year, Gillig's latest is stunning in every way.\\\" --<i><b>Paste</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Gillig excels at creating an eerie world, rife with creepy legends and macabre creatures, sure to please any fan of gothic fantasy; it's a perfect setting for the love-to-hate-you romance between Six and Myndacious. Excellent for fans of Deborah Harkness, Sarah A. Parker, or Leigh Bardugo.\\\" --<i><b>Library Journal</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Gillig's creative world building and riveting plot will have readers eagerly anticipating the next book in the Stonewater Kingdom series.\\\" --<i><b>Booklist</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Gothic and thrilling, <i>The Knight and the Moth </i>cements Gillig as one of our finest romantasy writers.\\\"--<i><b>Elle</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"In a fairytale that'll leave you in a trance, Rachel Gillig weaves together romance, magic and folklore into one dazzling story. This is perfect for fans of Naomi Novik and Ava Reid.\\\"--<i><b>B&N Reads</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"The first book of Rachel Gillig's new series is an enthralling entry into the increasingly saturated world of romantasy.\\\"--<i><b>Harper's Bazaar</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"The premise feels fresh and the worldbuilding is inventive.\\\" --<i><b>Publishers Weekly</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Haunting, elegant and lovely, <i>The Knight and the Moth</i> is that rare fantasy gem: both a thrilling quest and an exquisite love story.\\\" --<i><b>Tasha Suri, award-winning author of The Burning Kingdoms Trilogy</b></i><br/><br/><i>\\\"The Knight and the Moth</i> delivers pure joy--gargoyles! gods! girls in armor!--alongside a serious examination of faith, fealty, and the powers they serve. It's a fairy tale with bruised knuckles, perfectly balanced between the mythic and the desperately human. Simply stunning.\\\"--<i><b>Alix E. Harrow, author of The Ten Thousand Doors of January</b></i><br/><br/>Brimming with beguiling prose, and a dangerous magical world, The Knight and the Moth sparkles with wit and a slow burn romance that left me breathless and impatient for the next installment. Rachel Gillig wrote a gorgeous tale I won't ever shut up about. --<i><b>Isabel Ibanez, #1 New York Times bestselling author</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Dreamy prose, characters so vibrant they breathe on the page, a romance that smolders, and a spellbinding world to get lost in...<i>The Knight and the Moth </i>is one of the best books I've read this year. Prepare to meet your next obsession.\\\"--<i><b>Rebecca Ross, author of Divine Rivals</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"I'm obsessed with Rachel Gillig. <i>The Knight and the Moth </i>is achingly romantic, richly imagined, and told with a gossamer delicacy that keeps the pages flying.\\\"--<i><b>Hannah Whitten, author of The Foxglove King</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"With the headiness of dreams and the darkness of haunted abbeys, <i>The Knight and the Moth </i>is a dazzlingly transportive tale of love, salvation, and freedom that cements Gillig as one of the finest fantasy writers of our age. You will never want to surface from these enchanting, depthless waters.\\\"--<i><b>Ava Reid, #1 New York Times bestselling author of A Study in Drowning</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"A gothic, romantic fairytale that feels like falling into a dark, strange dream -- one you won't want to wake from. 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Beneath her, the illuminated towers of St. Vitus Cathedral glowed on a sea of twinkling lights. With her eyes, if she still had eyes, she traced the gentle slope of Castle Hill down into the heart of the Bohemian capital, following the labyrinth of winding streets that lay shrouded in a fresh blanket of snow.<br><br><i>Prague.</i><br><br>Disoriented, she strained to make sense of her predicament.<br><br><i>I am a neuroscientist</i>, she reassured herself.<i> I am of sound mind.</i><br><br>That second statement, she decided, was questionable.<br><br>The only thing Dr. Brigita Gessner knew for certain at the moment was that she was suspended over her home city of Prague. Her body was not with her. She was without mass and without form. And yet the rest of her, the real her&mdash;her essence, her consciousness seemed to be quite intact and alert, floating slowly through the air in the direction of the Vitava River.<br><br>Gessner could recall nothing from her recent past except a faint memory of physical pain, but her body now seemed to consist only of the atmosphere through which she was floating.<br>The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Against her every intellectual instinct, Gessner could find only one explanation.<br><br><i>I have died. This is the afterlife.</i><br><br>Even as the notion materialized, she rejected it as absurd.<br><br><i>The afterlife is a shared delusion... created to make our actual life bearable.</i><br><br>As a physician, Gessner was intimately familiar with death, and also with its finality. In medical school, while dissecting human brains, Gessner came to understand that all those personal attributes that made us who we are-our hopes, fears, dreams, memories-were nothing but chemical compounds held in suspension by electrical charges in our brains. When a person died, the brain's power source was severed, and all of those chemicals simply dissolved into a meaningless puddle of liquid, erasing every last trace of who that person had once been.<br><br><i>When you die, you die.</i><br><br><i>Full stop.</i><br><br>Now, however, as she drifted over the symmetrical gardens of Wallenstein Palace, she felt very much alive. She watched the snow falling around her&mdash;or <i>through</i> her?&mdash;-and oddly, she sensed no cold at all. It was as if her mind were simply hovering in space, with all reason and logic intact.<br><br><i>I have brain function</i>, she told herself. <i>So I must be alive.</i><br><br>All Gessner could conclude was that she was now in the throes of what medical literature termed an OBE-out-of-body experience, a hallucination that occurred when critically injured patients were resuscitated after clinically dying.<br><br>OBEs almost always presented in the same manner-&mdash;the perception that one's mind had been temporarily separated from its physical body, floating upward and hovering without form.<br>Despite feeling like real experiences, OBEs were nothing but imagined journeys, usually triggered by the effects of extreme stress and hypoxia on the brain, sometimes in conjunction with emergency room anesthetics like ketamine.<br><br><i>I am hallucinating these images</i>, Gessner assured herself, gazing down at the dark curve of the Vltava River snaking through the city.<i> But if this is an OBE... then I must be in the process of dying.</i><br><br>Surprised by her own calm, Gessner tried to remember what had happened to her.<br><br><i>I am a healthy forty-nine-year-old woman... Why would I be dying?</i><br><br>In a blinding flash, a frightening memory materialized in Gessner's consciousness. She now realized where her physical body was lying at this very instant... and, even more terrifying, what was being done to her.<br><br>She was on her back, tightly strapped into a machine she herself had created. A monster stood over her. The creature looked like some kind of primordial man who had crawled out of the earth. His face and hairless skull were coated with a thick layer of filthy clay, cracked and fractured like the surface of the moon. Only his hate-filled eyes were visible behind his earthen mask. Crudely etched across his forehead were three letters in an ancient language.<br><br>\\\"Why are you doing this?!\\\" Gessner had screamed in panic. \\\"Who are you?!\\\" <i>What are you&#63;!</i><br><br>\\\"I am her protector,\\\" the monster replied. His voice was hollow, his accent vaguely Slavic. \\\"She trusted you... and you betrayed her.\\\"<br><br>\\\"Who?!\\\" Gessner demanded.<br><br>The monster spoke a woman's name, and Gessner felt a stab of panic. <i>How can he possibly know what I have done?!</i><br><br>An icy weight materialized in her arms, and Gessner realized the monster had started the process. An instant later, an unbearable pinpoint of pain blossomed in her left arm, spreading along her median cubital vein, clawing its way sharply toward her shoulder. \\\"Please, stop,\\\" she gasped.<br><br>\\\"Tell me everything,\\\" he demanded as the excruciating sensation reached her armpit.<br><br>\\\"I will!\\\" Gessner frantically agreed, and the monster paused the machine, halting the pain at her shoulder, though the intense burning remained.<br><br>Racked with terror, Gessner spoke as quickly as she could through clenched teeth, frantically revealing the secrets she had vowed to keep. She answered his questions, divulging the disturbing truth about what she and her partners had created deep beneath the city of Prague.<br><br>The monster stared down at her from behind his thick clay mask, his cold eyes flashing with comprehension ... and hatred.<br><br>\\\"You've built an underground house of horrors,\\\" he whispered. \\\"You all deserve to die.\\\" Without hesitation, he turned the machine back on and headed for the door.<br><br>\\\"No...!\\\" she shrieked as the agony seized her anew, surging through her shoulder and into her chest. \\\"Please don't leave &hellip; This will kill me!\\\"<br><br>\\\"Yes,\\\" he said over his shoulder. \\\"But death is not the end. I have died many times.\\\"<br><br>With that, the monster evaporated, and Gessner was suddenly hovering again. She tried to shout an appeal for mercy, but her voice was muted by a deafening thunderclap as the sky above her seemed to open wide. She felt herself gripped by an unseen force&mdash;a kind of reverse gravity-lifting her higher, dragging her upward.<br><br>For years, Dr. Brigita Gessner had derided her patients' claims of returning from the brink of death. Now she found herself praying that she could join the ranks of those rare souls who had danced to the edge of oblivion, peered into the abyss, and somehow stepped back from the precipice.<br><br><i>I can't die. I have to warn the others!</i><br><br>But she knew it was too late.<br><br>This life was over.<br><br>1<br><br>Robert Langdon awoke peacefully, enjoying the gentle strains of classical music from his phone's alarm on the bedside table. Grieg's \\\"Morning Mood\\\" was probably an obvious choice, but he had always considered it the perfect four minutes of music to start his day. As the woodwinds swelled, Langdon savored the uncertainty of not being able to recall quite where he was.<br><br><i>Ah yes</i>, he remembered, smiling to himself. <i>The City of a Hundred Spires</i>.<br><br>In the dim light, Langdon surveyed the room's massive arched window, flanked by an antique Edwardian dresser and an alabaster lamp. The plush, hand-knotted carpet was still scattered with rose petals from last night's turndown service.<br><br>Langdon had come to Prague three days earlier and, as he had on previous visits, checked into the Four Seasons Hotel. When the manager insisted on upgrading Langdon's reservation to the three-bedroom Royal Suite, he wondered if it was due to his own brand loyalty or, more likely, to the prominence of the woman with whom he was traveling.<br><br>\\\"Our most celebrated guests deserve our most celebrated accommodation,\\\" the manager had insisted.<br><br>The suite included three separate bedrooms with en suite baths, a living room, a dining room, a grand piano, and a central bay window with a lavish arrangement of red, white, and blue tulips, a welcome gift from the U.S. embassy. Langdon's private dressing room offered a pair of brushed wool slippers monogrammed with the initials RL. <i>Something tells me that's not Ralph Lauren</i>, he thought, impressed by the personalized touch.<br><br>Now, as he luxuriated in bed and listened to the music from his alarm, he felt a tender hand touch his shoulder.<br><br>\\\"Robert?\\\" a soft voice whispered.<br><br>Langdon rolled over and felt his pulse quicken. She was there, smiling at him, her smoky gray eyes still half-asleep, her long black hair tousled around her shoulders.<br><br>\\\"Good morning, beautiful,\\\" he replied.<br><br>She reached over and stroked his cheek, the scent of Balade Sauvage still on her wrists.<br><br>Langdon admired the elegance of her features. Despite being four years older than Langdon, she was more stunning every time he saw her&mdash;the deepening laugh lines, the faint wisps of gray in her dark hair, her playful eyes, and that mesmerizing intellect.<br><br>Langdon had known this remarkable woman since his days at Princeton, where she was a young assistant professor while he was an undergrad. His quiet schoolboy crush on her had gone either unnoticed or unrequited, but they'd enjoyed a flirta-tious, platonic friendship ever since. Even after her professional career skyrocketed, and Langdon became a high-profile professor known throughout the world, the two of them had kept in casual contact.<br><br><i>Timing is everything</i>, Langdon now realized, still marveling at how quickly they had fallen for each other during this spontaneous business trip.<br><br>As \\\"Morning Mood\\\" crescendoed into the full orchestration of the theme, he pulled her close with a strong arm, and she nuzzled into his chest. \\\"Sleep okay?\\\" he whispered. \\\"No more bad dreams?\\\"<br><br>She shook her head and sighed. \\\"I'm so embarrassed. That was awful.\\\"<br><br>Earlier in the night, she had awoken in terror from an exceptionally vivid nightmare, and Langdon had needed to comfort her for nearly an hour before she could get back to sleep. The dream's unusual intensity, Langdon assured her, had been the result of her ill-advised nightcap of Bohemian absinthe, which Langdon had always believed should be served with a disclaimer&#58;<br><i>Popular during the Belle Epoque for its hallucinogenic properties</i>.<br><br>\\\"Never again,\\\" she assured him.<br><br>Langdon reached over and turned off the music. \\\"Close your eyes. I'll be back in time for breakfast.\\\"<br><br>\\\"Stay with me,\\\" she teased, holding him. \\\"You can skip one day of swimming.\\\"<br><br>\\\"Not if you want me to remain a chiseled younger man,\\\" he said, sitting up with a lopsided grin. <br><br>Each morning, Langdon had jogged the three kilometers to Strahov Swimming Center for his morning laps.<br><br>\\\"It's dark out,\\\" she pressed. \\\"Can't you just swim here?\\\"<br><br>\\\"In the<i> hotel</i> pool?\\\"<br><br>\\\"Why not? It's water.\\\"<br><br>\\\"It's tiny. Two strokes and I'm finished.\\\"<br><br>\\\"There's a joke there, Robert, but I'll be kind.\\\"<br><br>Langdon smiled. \\\"Funny girl. Go back to sleep, and I'll meet you for breakfast.\\\"<br><br>She pouted, threw a pillow at him, and rolled over.<br><br>Langdon donned his faculty-issue Harvard sweats and headed for the door, choosing to take the stairs rather than the suite's cramped private elevator.<br><br>Downstairs, he strode through the elegant hallway that connected the hotel's Baroque riverfront annex with the building's lobby. Along the way, he passed an elegant display case marked PRAGUE HAPPENINGS, featuring a series of framed posters announcing this week's concerts, tours, and lectures.<br><br>The glossy poster at the center made him smile.<br><br>CHARLES UNIVERSITY LECTURE SERIES<br>WELCOMES TO PRAGUE CASTLE <br>INTERNATIONALLY ACCLAIMED<br>NOETIC SCIENTIST<br>DR. KATHERINE SOLOMON<br><br><i>Good morning, beautiful</i>, he mused, admiring the headshot of the woman he had just kissed upstairs.\"},{\"id\":\"119209854T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Prologue <br/><br/><i>I must have died</i>, the woman thought.<br/><br/>She was drifting high above the spires of the old city. Beneath her, the illuminated towers of St. Vitus Cathedral glowed on a sea of twinkling lights. 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In medical school, while dissecting human brains, Gessner came to understand that all those personal attributes that made us who we are-our hopes, fears, dreams, memories-were nothing but chemical compounds held in suspension by electrical charges in our brains. When a person died, the brain's power source was severed, and all of those chemicals simply dissolved into a meaningless puddle of liquid, erasing every last trace of who that person had once been.<br/><br/><i>When you die, you die.</i><br/><br/><i>Full stop.</i><br/><br/>Now, however, as she drifted over the symmetrical gardens of Wallenstein Palace, she felt very much alive. She watched the snow falling around her-or <i>through</i> her?--and oddly, she sensed no cold at all. It was as if her mind were simply hovering in space, with all reason and logic intact.<br/><br/><i>I have brain function</i>, she told herself. <i>So I must be alive.</i><br/><br/>All Gessner could conclude was that she was now in the throes of what medical literature termed an OBE-out-of-body experience, a hallucination that occurred when critically injured patients were resuscitated after clinically dying.<br/><br/>OBEs almost always presented in the same manner--the perception that one's mind had been temporarily separated from its physical body, floating upward and hovering without form.<br/>Despite feeling like real experiences, OBEs were nothing but imagined journeys, usually triggered by the effects of extreme stress and hypoxia on the brain, sometimes in conjunction with emergency room anesthetics like ketamine.<br/><br/><i>I am hallucinating these images</i>, Gessner assured herself, gazing down at the dark curve of the Vltava River snaking through the city.<i> But if this is an OBE... then I must be in the process of dying.</i><br/><br/>Surprised by her own calm, Gessner tried to remember what had happened to her.<br/><br/><i>I am a healthy forty-nine-year-old woman... Why would I be dying?</i><br/><br/>In a blinding flash, a frightening memory materialized in Gessner's consciousness. She now realized where her physical body was lying at this very instant... and, even more terrifying, what was being done to her.<br/><br/>She was on her back, tightly strapped into a machine she herself had created. A monster stood over her. The creature looked like some kind of primordial man who had crawled out of the earth. His face and hairless skull were coated with a thick layer of filthy clay, cracked and fractured like the surface of the moon. Only his hate-filled eyes were visible behind his earthen mask. Crudely etched across his forehead were three letters in an ancient language.<br/><br/>\\\"Why are you doing this?!\\\" Gessner had screamed in panic. \\\"Who are you?!\\\" <i>What are you?!</i><br/><br/>\\\"I am her protector,\\\" the monster replied. His voice was hollow, his accent vaguely Slavic. \\\"She trusted you... and you betrayed her.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Who?!\\\" Gessner demanded.<br/><br/>The monster spoke a woman's name, and Gessner felt a stab of panic. <i>How can he possibly know what I have done?!</i><br/><br/>An icy weight materialized in her arms, and Gessner realized the monster had started the process. An instant later, an unbearable pinpoint of pain blossomed in her left arm, spreading along her median cubital vein, clawing its way sharply toward her shoulder. \\\"Please, stop,\\\" she gasped.<br/><br/>\\\"Tell me everything,\\\" he demanded as the excruciating sensation reached her armpit.<br/><br/>\\\"I will!\\\" Gessner frantically agreed, and the monster paused the machine, halting the pain at her shoulder, though the intense burning remained.<br/><br/>Racked with terror, Gessner spoke as quickly as she could through clenched teeth, frantically revealing the secrets she had vowed to keep. She answered his questions, divulging the disturbing truth about what she and her partners had created deep beneath the city of Prague.<br/><br/>The monster stared down at her from behind his thick clay mask, his cold eyes flashing with comprehension ... and hatred.<br/><br/>\\\"You've built an underground house of horrors,\\\" he whispered. \\\"You all deserve to die.\\\" Without hesitation, he turned the machine back on and headed for the door.<br/><br/>\\\"No...!\\\" she shrieked as the agony seized her anew, surging through her shoulder and into her chest. \\\"Please don't leave ... This will kill me!\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Yes,\\\" he said over his shoulder. \\\"But death is not the end. I have died many times.\\\"<br/><br/>With that, the monster evaporated, and Gessner was suddenly hovering again. She tried to shout an appeal for mercy, but her voice was muted by a deafening thunderclap as the sky above her seemed to open wide. She felt herself gripped by an unseen force-a kind of reverse gravity-lifting her higher, dragging her upward.<br/><br/>For years, Dr. Brigita Gessner had derided her patients' claims of returning from the brink of death. Now she found herself praying that she could join the ranks of those rare souls who had danced to the edge of oblivion, peered into the abyss, and somehow stepped back from the precipice.<br/><br/><i>I can't die. I have to warn the others!</i><br/><br/>But she knew it was too late.<br/><br/>This life was over.<br/><br/>1<br/><br/>Robert Langdon awoke peacefully, enjoying the gentle strains of classical music from his phone's alarm on the bedside table. Grieg's \\\"Morning Mood\\\" was probably an obvious choice, but he had always considered it the perfect four minutes of music to start his day. As the woodwinds swelled, Langdon savored the uncertainty of not being able to recall quite where he was.<br/><br/><i>Ah yes</i>, he remembered, smiling to himself. <i>The City of a Hundred Spires</i>.<br/><br/>In the dim light, Langdon surveyed the room's massive arched window, flanked by an antique Edwardian dresser and an alabaster lamp. The plush, hand-knotted carpet was still scattered with rose petals from last night's turndown service.<br/><br/>Langdon had come to Prague three days earlier and, as he had on previous visits, checked into the Four Seasons Hotel. When the manager insisted on upgrading Langdon's reservation to the three-bedroom Royal Suite, he wondered if it was due to his own brand loyalty or, more likely, to the prominence of the woman with whom he was traveling.<br/><br/>\\\"Our most celebrated guests deserve our most celebrated accommodation,\\\" the manager had <br/>insisted.<br/><br/>The suite included three separate bedrooms with en suite baths, a living room, a dining room, a grand piano, and a central bay window with a lavish arrangement of red, white, and blue tulips, a welcome gift from the U.S. embassy. Langdon's private dressing room offered a pair of brushed wool slippers monogrammed with the initials RL. <i>Something tells me that's not Ralph Lauren</i>, he thought, impressed by the personalized touch.<br/><br/>Now, as he luxuriated in bed and listened to the music from his alarm, he felt a tender hand touch his shoulder.<br/><br/>\\\"Robert?\\\" a soft voice whispered.<br/><br/>Langdon rolled over and felt his pulse quicken. She was there, smiling at him, her smoky gray eyes still half-asleep, her long black hair tousled around her shoulders.<br/><br/>\\\"Good morning, beautiful,\\\" he replied.<br/><br/>She reached over and stroked his cheek, the scent of Balade Sauvage still on her wrists.<br/><br/>Langdon admired the elegance of her features. Despite being four years older than Langdon, she was more stunning every time he saw her-the deepening laugh lines, the faint wisps of gray in her dark hair, her playful eyes, and that mesmerizing intellect.<br/><br/>Langdon had known this remarkable woman since his days at Princeton, where she was a young assistant professor while he was an undergrad. His quiet schoolboy crush on her had gone either unnoticed or unrequited, but they'd enjoyed a flirta-tious, platonic friendship ever since. Even after her professional career skyrocketed, and Langdon became a high-profile professor known throughout the world, the two of them had kept in casual contact.<br/><br/><i>Timing is everything</i>, Langdon now realized, still marveling at how quickly they had fallen for each other during this spontaneous business trip.<br/><br/>As \\\"Morning Mood\\\" crescendoed into the full orchestration of the theme, he pulled her close with a strong arm, and she nuzzled into his chest. \\\"Sleep okay?\\\" he whispered. \\\"No more bad dreams?\\\"<br/><br/>She shook her head and sighed. \\\"I'm so embarrassed. That was awful.\\\"<br/><br/>Earlier in the night, she had awoken in terror from an exceptionally vivid nightmare, and Langdon had needed to comfort her for nearly an hour before she could get back to sleep. The dream's unusual intensity, Langdon assured her, had been the result of her ill-advised nightcap of Bohemian absinthe, which Langdon had always believed should be served with a disclaimer:<br/><i>Popular during the Belle Epoque for its hallucinogenic properties</i>.<br/><br/>\\\"Never again,\\\" she assured him.<br/><br/>Langdon reached over and turned off the music. \\\"Close your eyes. I'll be back in time for breakfast.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Stay with me,\\\" she teased, holding him. \\\"You can skip one day of swimming.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Not if you want me to remain a chiseled younger man,\\\" he said, sitting up with a lopsided grin. <br/><br/>Each morning, Langdon had jogged the three kilometers to Strahov Swimming Center for his morning laps.<br/><br/>\\\"It's dark out,\\\" she pressed. \\\"Can't you just swim here?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"In the<i> hotel</i> pool?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Why not? It's water.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"It's tiny. Two strokes and I'm finished.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"There's a joke there, Robert, but I'll be kind.\\\"<br/><br/>Langdon smiled. \\\"Funny girl. Go back to sleep, and I'll meet you for breakfast.\\\"<br/><br/>She pouted, threw a pillow at him, and rolled over.<br/><br/>Langdon donned his faculty-issue Harvard sweats and headed for the door, choosing to take the stairs rather than the suite's cramped private elevator.<br/><br/>Downstairs, he strode through the elegant hallway that connected the hotel's Baroque riverfront annex with the building's lobby. Along the way, he passed an elegant display case marked PRAGUE HAPPENINGS, featuring a series of framed posters announcing this week's concerts, tours, and lectures.<br/><br/>The glossy poster at the center made him smile.<br/><br/>CHARLES UNIVERSITY LECTURE SERIES<br/>WELCOMES TO PRAGUE CASTLE <br/>INTERNATIONALLY ACCLAIMED<br/>NOETIC SCIENTIST<br/>DR. KATHERINE SOLOMON<br/><br/><i>Good morning, beautiful</i>, he mused, admiring the headshot of the woman he had just kissed upstairs.\"},{\"id\":\"130262559T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"Intellectual fuel. . . . [<i>The Secret of Secrets</i> is] a wistful testament to the power of the printed word.\\\"<b>--<i>The New York Times</i></b> <p/>\\\"Like so many things that are insanely popular. . . . Brown's thrillers look easy to imitate but aren't. He shatters dramatic moments into shiny, irresistible shards. . . . Dan Brown clearly had fun writing his new book. It's contagious.\\\"<b>--<i>The Washington Post</i></b> <p/>\\\"A master of the brainy, twisty thriller. . . . 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From the windows of her beloved Jeu de Paume museum, where she had worked and ultimately spied, she could see the battle to liberate Paris thundering around her. Would the museum curator be killed before she could tell the truth—a story that would mean nothing less than saving humanity’s cultural inheritance?Based on troves of previously undiscovered documents, The Art Spy chronicles the brave actions of the key Resistance spy in the heart of the Nazi’s art looting headquarters in the French capital. A veritable female Monuments Man, Valland has, until now, been written out of the annals. While Hitler was amassing stolen art for his future Führermuseum, Valland, his undercover adversary, secretly worked to stop him. She came face to face with Reichsmarschall Hermann Göring, passed crucial information to the Resistance network, and faced death during the last hours of Liberation Day.At the same time, a young Free French soldier, Alexandre Rosenberg , was fighting his way to Paris with the Allied forces battling to liberate France. Alexandre's father was the exclusive art dealer for Picasso, Matisse, George Braque, and Fernand Léger. The Nazis had taken everything from their family—their art collection, their nationality, their gallery, and their home in Paris.Vivid and atmospheric, The Art Spy: Highlights the work of a daring female spy: This account restores a forgotten heroine—a woman who, quiet by nature, fearless by choice, spent years embedded at the center of the Nazi looting operation—to her rightful place in the historical record. Digs into the Nazi art conspiracy: Go inside the Jeu de Paume during the Occupation, where stolen masterpieces moved in and out under the noses of the Resistance. Reconstructs wartime Paris: Experience a city transformed by war—from its glittering pre-war art scene, home to Picasso and Coco Chanel, to the tense, dangerous years of Nazi occupation and eventual liberation. In the spirit of Hidden Figures, with the sweeping narrative of The Rape of Europa, The Art Spy is an inspiration for us all—an extraordinary tale of courage in a time of violence.","<p><b><i>Library Journal</i> Best Books of 2025 * New York Public Library Best Books of 2025 * Finalist, Lambda Literary Award for Best Lesbian Biography * <i>Hyperallergic</i> Favorite Art Books of 2025 * <i>Publishers Weekly</i> Best Books of Summer 2025 *</b><b> 2025 American Library in Paris Book Award Longlist * 2026 Mass Book Awards Nonfiction Honors</b></p><p><b>A riveting and stylish saga set in Paris during World War II, <i>The Art Spy</i> uncovers how an unlikely heroine infiltrated the Nazi leadership to save the world's most treasured masterpieces.</b></p><p>On August 25, 1944, Rose Valland found herself in a desperate position. From the windows of her beloved Jeu de Paume museum, where she had worked and ultimately spied, she could see the battle to liberate Paris thundering around her. Would the museum curator be killed before she could tell the truth—a story that would mean nothing less than saving humanity’s cultural inheritance?</p><p>Based on troves of previously undiscovered documents, <i>The Art Spy</i> chronicles the brave actions of the key Resistance spy in the heart of the Nazi’s art looting headquarters in the French capital. A veritable female Monuments Man, Valland has, until now, been written out of the annals. While Hitler was amassing stolen art for his future Führermuseum, Valland, his undercover adversary, secretly worked to stop him. She came face to face with Reichsmarschall Hermann Göring, passed crucial information to the Resistance network, and faced death during the last hours of Liberation Day.</p><p>At the same time, a young Free French soldier, Alexandre Rosenberg , was fighting his way to Paris with the Allied forces battling to liberate France. Alexandre's father was the exclusive art dealer for Picasso, Matisse, George Braque, and Fernand Léger. The Nazis had taken everything from their family—their art collection, their nationality, their gallery, and their home in Paris.</p><p>Vivid and atmospheric, <i>The Art Spy</i>:</p><p><br></p><ul>\n<li>\n<b>Highlights the work of a daring female spy:</b> This account restores a forgotten heroine—a woman who, quiet by nature, fearless by choice, spent years embedded at the center of the Nazi looting operation—to her rightful place in the historical record.</li>\n<li>\n<b>Digs into the Nazi art conspiracy:</b> Go inside the Jeu de Paume during the Occupation, where stolen masterpieces moved in and out under the noses of the Resistance.</li>\n<li>\n<b>Reconstructs wartime Paris:</b> Experience a city transformed by war—from its glittering pre-war art scene, home to Picasso and Coco Chanel, to the tense, dangerous years of Nazi occupation and eventual liberation.</li>\n</ul><p><br></p><p>In the spirit of <i>Hidden Figures</i>, with the sweeping narrative of <i>The Rape of Europa</i>,<i> The Art Spy</i> is an inspiration for us all—an extraordinary tale of courage in a time of violence.</p>",{"_675":13524,"_36":13525,"_944":13526,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":13529},{"_5667":13527,"_5669":13528},{"_5643":13515},{"_5614":13504},{"_5614":2075},{"_5614":5577},[13486,-5,-5,13487,13488,-5,13489,13490,13491,13492,13493,-5,13494,13495,-5,13496,13497,13498],{"_675":13513,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":13514},{"_675":13512,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":5577},{"_675":13511,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":5577},{"_675":13510,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":5636},{"_675":13508,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":13509},{"_675":13507,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":2077},{"_675":13506,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":2078},{"_675":13505,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":13503,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":13504},{"_675":13502,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2075},{"_675":13501,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":13500,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":5759},{"_675":13499,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":2787},"gid://shopify/Metafield/78451533283569","gid://shopify/Metafield/78451533316337","gid://shopify/Metafield/74369449722097","gid://shopify/Metafield/74369448313073","gid://shopify/Metafield/82384940400881","[\"B|$2 Off|#DD2A27|#701F15 (p7846)\",\"BADGE - 10% OFF (p7873)\",\"Our Most Anticipated Books (p10162)\",\"Our Best Paperbacks (p10342)\",\"BADGE - $2 OFF (p7878)\",\"Paperbacks of the Year (p10818)\",\"Retail Price fixing (p261)\",\"Barnes & Noble Holiday Gift Guide (p5430)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/74369449525489","gid://shopify/Metafield/74369448902897","gid://shopify/Metafield/74369450180849","gid://shopify/Metafield/74369450770673","[{\"id\":\"114659504T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>One of Library Journal's Best Books of 2025 - <b><i>Library Journal</i></b></p><p>One of Publishers Weekly's Top Nonfiction Summer Reads Picks for 2025 - <b><i>Publishers Weekly</i></b></p><p>\\\"Journalist Young recaps the exploits of French Resistance hero Rose Valland in this thrilling saga... Readers will relish this riveting tale of a clever war hero playing the long game against bumbling fascists.\\\" - <b><i>Publishers Weekly (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"The story of Valland’s courage and dedication to art and justice is compelling and inspiring... Ideal for fans of espionage and strong narrative nonfiction that reads like a compelling novel.\\\" - <b><i>Library Journal (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Young recounts Valland’s brilliance, courage, and sangfroid in enthralling detail as she chronicles her daring work to save the museum’s treasures and her shrewd spying for the Resistance... like Valland's zealous rescue of stolen masterpieces, Young vibrantly restores a hidden treasure to the pantheon of WWII heroes.” - <b><i>Booklist (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Michelle Young shines new light on the heroic French curator Rose Valland... Young, an award-winning journalist, has an energetic and novelistic writing style... featuring dramatic cliffhangers and vivid sensory details that enhance the historical events.\\\" - <b><i>New York Times Book Review</i></b></p><p>\\\"Vivid popular history spotlighting a neglected heroine.\\\" - <b><i>Kirkus Reviews</i></b></p><p>\\\"A gift to history buffs and art mavens.\\\" - <b><i>Newsday</i></b></p><p>\\\"In the meticulously researched and beautifully written <em>The Art Spy</em>, Young brings to life a forgotten heroine of World War II, one who richly deserves this posthumous portrayal. Rose Valland’s courage and ingenuity in the face of Nazi brutality is staggering, as is the shocking extent to which the Germans hunted down, looted, sold, and even burned irreplaceable works of art, many of which have never been recovered. A must read, and highly recommended.\\\" - <b><i>Fiona Davis, New York Times bestselling author of The Lions of Fifth Avenue</i></b></p><p>\\\"In her masterful biography of one of the greatest unknown heroines of World War II, Michelle Young brings the French art historian Rose Valland to brilliant life and finally gives her the credit she is due. Daily risking her life during the war to document the Nazis’ looting of tens of thousands of French works of art, the quiet, unassuming Valland then helped locate and return the vast majority of those treasures after the conflict. A gripping account of Valland’s passionate one-woman fight to preserve France’s artistic heritage, <em>The Art Spy</em> is a must-read.\\\" - <b><i>Lynne Olson, New York Times bestselling author of Citizens of London and Madame Fourcade's Secret War</i></b></p><p>\\\"At last, the greatest spy of wartime Paris has her story told. Working in a museum turned fortress where Nazi occupiers were staging the biggest art theft in history, Rose Valland played a game against the Reich with impossibly high stakes. At play were lives, the world's masterpieces, and the course of the war itself. Michelle Young writes with the clarity of a historian and the pacing of a thriller.\\\" - <b><i>Elyse Graham, author of Book and Dagger</i></b></p><p>\\\"Rose Valland might have remained a shadowy footnote in history in less skilled hands. But at the heart of Michelle Young’s thrilling debut—packed with the intrigue of a spy novel, the tension of a wartime thriller, and the vivid detail of great narrative history—is groundbreaking research that restores Valland in all her depth, revealing a figure as richly drawn as the masterpieces she fought to save. With <em>The Art Spy</em>, Young arrives as a major new voice in narrative nonfiction.\\\" - <b><i>Laurie Gwen Shapiro, author of The Stowaway</i></b></p><p><em>\\\"The Art Spy</em> puts readers in the front row as a long-overlooked treasure is uncrated. Michelle Young brushes the dust away, page by page, to reveal a WWII hero of quiet brilliance and considerable sang froid. Rose Valland, patriotic protector of France's patrimony, deserves this fine showcase.\\\" - <b><i>Christopher C. Gorham, author of The Confidante</i></b></p><p>\\\"As a valiant and effective member of the French Resistance and a leading Monuments Officer in the postwar period, museum curator Rose Valland did more to combat the Nazis’ art plundering program and to remedy its devastating effects, than any figure of the time. Michelle Young’s deeply-researched biography breaks new ground and captures the drama of the curator’s life. Valland put herself in grave danger in order to save France’s cultural patrimony, and resist tyranny – a story that continues to inspire today.\\\" - <b><i>Jonathan Petropoulos, author of Göring’s Man in Paris: The Story of a Nazi Art Plunderer and His World</i></b></p><p>\\\"Rose Valland rises from the first page of <em>The Art Spy</em>, bearing witness to and doing everything in her power to thwart the Nazi plunder of France’s artistic heritage. Underlying her heroic efforts was her unshakable love of artistic beauty and a determination to preserve it. In life she kept the beam of interest away from herself and aimed towards the art she tried to protect; now, because of Michelle Young’s extraordinary research and vivid storytelling, we come to know Rose herself. A remarkable and timely portrait of courage.\\\" - <b><i>Natalie Dykstra, author of Chasing Beauty: The Life of Isabella Stewart Gardner</i></b></p><p>“Finally! The untold story of Rose Valland, whose mousey appearance and self-effacing demeanor disguised, like Clark Kent to Superman, a woman with a secret life, who, with intelligence and courage, fought by day to save the capital’s art treasures from the German occupiers in World War II Paris.\\\" - <b><i>Tilar Mazzeo, bestselling author of Irena's Children</i></b></p><p>\\\"An engaging read about almost-unthinkable courage that also features malicious foes, espionage, and art masterpieces. An unmissable gem.\\\" - <b><i>Gerri Chanel, author of Saving Mona Lisa</i></b></p><p>\\\"After four years of all-out research in France and America using many unpublished documents, Michelle Young finally allows us to bring Rose Valland to life and discover the important role played by her partner Joyce Heer, during fifty years of their life together. After thirty years, the goal set by the Association 'La Mémoire de Rose Valland' is finally achieved through <em>The Art Spy</em>: to promote Rose Valland's work and bring her out of the shadows.\\\" - <b><i>Association La Mémoire de Rose Valland</i></b></p><p>\\\"Young does a nice job setting up Valland's career and bravery to justify exuberant claims about her daring exploits...\\\" - <b><i>St. Louis Post-Dispatch</i></b></p><p>\\\"Rose Valland wasn’t just a passive observer. She was a resistor, a spy and a tactical genius... Young’s approach to telling this story capture[s] the layered complexity of Valland’s mission.\\\" - <b><i>St. Louis Jewish Light</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"125128366T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Lambda Literary Award, Short-listed<br/>Massachusetts Book Award, Long-listed<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"132772073T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>     This thrilling narrative nonfiction spotlights the daring female spy and art historian Rose Valland who infiltrated Nazi leadership to save troves of the world's greatest masterpieces.  </p>\"},{\"id\":\"120589603T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><p><b>Michelle Young </b>is an award-winning journalist and author. 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These were indispensable. Safe movement through the world depended on mastery of language, fluency. The young ones sat on the packed-dirt floor and I was on one of our two homemade stools. The hole in the roof pulled the smoke from the fire that burned in the middle of the shack.<br/><br/>\\\"Papa, why do we have to learn this?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"White folks expect us to sound a certain way and it can only help if we don't disappoint them,\\\" I said. \\\"The only ones who suffer when they are made to feel inferior is us. Perhaps I should say 'when they don't feel superior.' So, let's pause to review some of the basics.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Don't make eye contact,\\\" a boy said.<br/><br/>\\\"Right, Virgil.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Never speak first,\\\" a girl said.<br/><br/>\\\"That's correct, February,\\\" I said.<br/><br/>Lizzie looked at the other children and then back to me. \\\"Never address any subject directly when talking to another slave,\\\" she said.<br/><br/>\\\"What do we call that?\\\" I asked.<br/><br/>Together they said, \\\"Signifying.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Excellent.\\\" They were happy with themselves, and I let that feeling linger. \\\"Let's try some situational translations. Something extreme first. You're walking down the street and you see that Mrs. Holiday's kitchen is on fire. She's standing in her yard, her back to her house, unaware. How do you tell her?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Fire, fire,\\\" January said.<br/><br/>\\\"Direct. And that's almost correct,\\\" I said.<br/><br/>The youngest of them, lean and tall five-year-old Rachel, said, \\\"Lawdy, missum! Looky dere.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Perfect,\\\" I said. \\\"Why is that correct?\\\"<br/><br/>Lizzie raised her hand. \\\"Because we must let the whites be the ones who name the trouble.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"And why is that?\\\" I asked.<br/><br/>February said, \\\"Because they need to know everything before us. Because they need to name everything.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Good, good. You all are really sharp today. Okay, let's imagine now that it's a grease fire. She's left bacon unattended on the stove. Mrs. Holiday is about to throw water on it. What do you say? 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Mumble sometimes so they can have the satisfaction of telling you not to mumble. They enjoy the correction and thinking you're stupid. Remember, the more they choose to not want to listen, the more we can say to one another around them.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Why did God set it up like this?\\\" Rachel asked. \\\"With them as masters and us as slaves?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"There is no God, child. There's religion but there's no God of theirs. Their religion tells that we will get our reward in the end. However, it apparently doesn't say anything about their punishment. But when we're around them, we believe in God. Oh, Lawdy Lawd, we's be believin'. Religion is just a controlling tool they employ and adhere to when convenient.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"There must be something,\\\" Virgil said.<br/><br/>\\\"I'm sorry, Virgil. You might be right. There might be some higher power, children, but it's not their white God. However, the more you talk about God and Jesus and heaven and hell, the better they feel.\\\"<br/><br/>The children said together, \\\"And the better they feel, the safer we are.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"February, translate that.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Da mo' betta dey feels, da mo' safer we be.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Nice.\\\"\"},{\"id\":\"122828906T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Chapter 2<br/><br/>That evening I sat down with Lizzie and six other children in our cabin and gave a language lesson. These were indispensable. Safe movement through the world depended on mastery of language, fluency. The young ones sat on the packed-dirt floor and I was on one of our two homemade stools. The hole in the roof pulled the smoke from the fire that burned in the middle of the shack.<br/><br/>\\\"Papa, why do we have to learn this?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"White folks expect us to sound a certain way and it can only help if we don't disappoint them,\\\" I said. \\\"The only ones who suffer when they are made to feel inferior is us. Perhaps I should say 'when they don't feel superior.' So, let's pause to review some of the basics.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Don't make eye contact,\\\" a boy said.<br/><br/>\\\"Right, Virgil.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Never speak first,\\\" a girl said.<br/><br/>\\\"That's correct, February,\\\" I said.<br/><br/>Lizzie looked at the other children and then back to me. \\\"Never address any subject directly when talking to another slave,\\\" she said.<br/><br/>\\\"What do we call that?\\\" I asked.<br/><br/>Together they said, \\\"Signifying.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Excellent.\\\" They were happy with themselves, and I let that feeling linger. \\\"Let's try some situational translations. Something extreme first. You're walking down the street and you see that Mrs. Holiday's kitchen is on fire. She's standing in her yard, her back to her house, unaware. How do you tell her?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Fire, fire,\\\" January said.<br/><br/>\\\"Direct. And that's almost correct,\\\" I said.<br/><br/>The youngest of them, lean and tall five-year-old Rachel, said, \\\"Lawdy, missum! Looky dere.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Perfect,\\\" I said. \\\"Why is that correct?\\\"<br/><br/>Lizzie raised her hand. \\\"Because we must let the whites be the ones who name the trouble.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"And why is that?\\\" I asked.<br/><br/>February said, \\\"Because they need to know everything before us. Because they need to name everything.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Good, good. You all are really sharp today. Okay, let's imagine now that it's a grease fire. She's left bacon unattended on the stove. Mrs. Holiday is about to throw water on it. What do you say? Rachel?\\\"<br/><br/>Rachel paused. \\\"Missums, that water gone make it wurs!\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Of course, that's true, but what's the problem with that?\\\"<br/><br/>Virgil said, \\\"You're telling her she's doing the wrong thing.\\\"<br/><br/>I nodded. \\\"So, what should you say?\\\"<br/><br/>Lizzie looked at the ceiling and spoke while thinking it through. \\\"Would you like for me to get some sand?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Correct approach, but you didn't translate it.\\\"<br/><br/>She nodded. \\\"Oh, Lawd, missums ma'am, you wan fo me to gets some sand?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Good.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"'Gets some' is hard to say.\\\" This from Glory, the oldest child. \\\"The <i>s</i>'s.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"That's true,\\\" I said. \\\"And it's okay to trip over it. In fact, it's good. You wan fo me to ge-gets s-s-some s-sand, Missum Holiday?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"What if they don't understand?\\\" Lizzie asked.<br/><br/>\\\"That's okay. Let them work to understand you. Mumble sometimes so they can have the satisfaction of telling you not to mumble. They enjoy the correction and thinking you're stupid. Remember, the more they choose to not want to listen, the more we can say to one another around them.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Why did God set it up like this?\\\" Rachel asked. \\\"With them as masters and us as slaves?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"There is no God, child. There's religion but there's no God of theirs. Their religion tells that we will get our reward in the end. However, it apparently doesn't say anything about their punishment. But when we're around them, we believe in God. Oh, Lawdy Lawd, we's be believin'. Religion is just a controlling tool they employ and adhere to when convenient.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"There must be something,\\\" Virgil said.<br/><br/>\\\"I'm sorry, Virgil. You might be right. There might be some higher power, children, but it's not their white God. However, the more you talk about God and Jesus and heaven and hell, the better they feel.\\\"<br/><br/>The children said together, \\\"And the better they feel, the safer we are.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"February, translate that.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Da mo' betta dey feels, da mo' safer we be.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Nice.\\\"\"},{\"id\":\"117105599T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER | WINNER OF THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD AND THE KIRKUS PRIZE FOR FICTION<br/><br/>NAMED A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR BY THE WASHINGTON POST, THE NEW YORKER, NPR, THE NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW, THE ECONOMIST, THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE, AND VANITY FAIR, AMONG OTHERS...<br/><br/></b>\\\"The cult favorite author's electric new work. . . James completely reimagines one-half of Finn's famous duo, elevating him from unwitting sidekick to reluctant hero. . . Everett brings that laser-sharp wit to James, creating a radical new American adventure.\\\"<b><br/></b><i><i><b>-W Magazine</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"James</i> offers page-turning excitement but also off-kilter philosophical picaresque. . . Gripping, painful, funny, horrifying, this is multi-level entertainment, a consummate performance to the last.\\\"<br/><i><b>-The Guardian</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Blasted clean of Twain's characterization, Jim emerges here as a man of great dignity, altruism, and intelligence. . . Clever, soulful, and full of righteous rage, [Jim's] long-silenced voice resounds through this remarkable novel. Subversive and thrilling, James is destined to become a modern classic.\\\" <br/><i><b>-Esquire </b></i><br/><br/>\\\"[A] careful and thought-provoking auditing of Huckleberry Finn. . . [James is] a kind of commentary or midrash, broadening our understanding of an endangered classic by bringing out the tragedy behind the comic facade. And that is no small thing. I expect that James will be spoken of as a repudiation of Huckleberry Finn, but a book like this can only be written in a spirit of engaged devotion. More than a correction, it's a rescue mission. And maybe this time it will work.\\\" <br/><i><b>-The Wall Street Journal </b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Heir to Mark Twain's satirical vision, Everett turns a boyhood memoir into a neo-fugitive slave narrative thriller. . . Using erasure, Everett has produced a daring emendation. Redacting swaths of Huck Finn, he's revealed another code: the untranslated story of James's self-emancipation. . . James is a provocative, enlightening work of literary art.\\\" <br/><b><i>-The Boston Globe </i></b><br/><br/>\\\"[Everett is a] prolific genius. . . A literary jukebox. . . If anyone is poised to casually (after all, he has bills) write a masterpiece that not only becomes instant canon but also sets a brush fire to the current ones it stands upon, it's Everett. And that's exactly what he's done with James.\\\" <br/><i><b>-Elle </b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Huck Finn' Is a Masterpiece. This Retelling Just Might Be, Too.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>The New York Times</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"[A] sly response to <i>The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn</i>. . . While <i>The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn</i> lampooned American society through the naiveté of its young narrator, <i>James</i> critiques White racism with the sharp insight of a character who's felt the lash...What's most striking, ultimately, is the way <i>James</i> both honors and interrogates <i>Huck Finn</i>, along with the nation that reveres it.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>The Washington Post<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"Percival Everett [is] our current Great American Novelist. . . [JAMES] is a masterpiece that will help redefine one of the classics of American literature, while also being a major achievement on its own. . . I almost cannot imagine a future where teachers assign <i>The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn </i>without also assigning <i>James</i> alongside it. . . Everett is one of the most, if not the most interesting writers working today.\\\"<b><i><br/></i>-T<i>he Chicago Tribune</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"To call <i>James</i> a retelling would be an injustice. Everett sends Mark Twain's classic through the looking glass. What emerges is no longer a children's book, but a blood-soaked historical novel stripped of all ornament. . . Genius.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>The Atlantic<br/></i></b><i><br/></i>\\\"Once you've picked up Everett's <i>James,</i> a retelling of <i>The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn</i>, you'll know that only Everett could take on the task of allowing Mark Twain's character Jim to show what was missing from the original story.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>The Los Angeles Times<br/></i><br/></b>\\\"Percival Everett continues his blistering pace of unforgettable fiction with <i>James</i>. . . Everett infuses this well-known story with a refreshingly contemporary jolt of agency, intelligence, and compassion, bringing new life to the character of Jim and the American epic.\\\"<b><i><br/></i>-<i>Chicago Review of Books</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Using nuance and vulnerability to emphasize Jim's humanity, [Everett leaves a] stamp on the literary landscape as he dismantles the stereotypes of the enslaved humans depicted in Twain's classic. . . Percival Everett has accomplished more than humanizing a marginalized voice. He has, once again, delivered a seminal work of literary reparation.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Atlanta Journal-Constitution<br/></i></b><i><br/></i>\\\"Everett's <i>James</i> isn't out to displace Twain's book. It's carrying out a bolder, more ingenuous, and, characteristic of its author, more subversive agenda...Everett endows Jim with greater dimension and nuance than his original creator did. <i>Huckleberry Finn </i>provided Jim with courage, dignity, and virtue. <i>James </i>bestows upon him the greater, if more complicated, privilege of full (if not yet unfettered) humanity.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>The New Republic<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"Playful and resonant. . . Everett has plenty of derisive fun here, dissecting and subverting damaging stereotypes. . . For a writer who often plays by few rules, Everett has drawn on what he knows best here - that freedom can be won, one word at a time. Add levity and serious intent and you have a novel that's a class act.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Minneapolis Star Tribune</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Audacious. . . Everett [gives] Jim-who, we learn, prefers to be called James-his agency, letting his intelligence and compassion shine through. James is a poignant if often distressing reintroduction to a beloved character who deserved better.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Time</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Ingenious\\\"<br/><b>-<i>People<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"Percival Everett with virtuosic wit presents a spin on <i>The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn</i>.\\\"<i><br/><b>-Vanity Fair</b><br/></i><br/>\\\"More than audacious. With <i>James</i>, Everett has mounted a high-stakes, revisionist raid not just on Twain's imagination but on ours as a nation. . . [Everett is] a brilliantly sly novelist.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Garden & Gun</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"We may not be meeting Jim for the first time, but we're introduced to him in a bold new way.\\\"<b><br/><b>-<i>Atlanta Journal-Constitution</i></b><br/><br/></b>\\\"In an astounding riposte, the much-lauded Everett (<i>Dr. No</i>, 2022) rewrites [<i>Huck Finn</i>] as a liberation narrative, told from Jim (or rather James') point of view...An absolutely essential read.\\\"<br/><b>-<i>Booklist</i> (Starred Review)<br/><br/></b>\\\"The audacious and prolific Everett dives into the very heart of Twain's epochal odyssey...One of the noblest characters in American literature gets a novel worthy of him.\\\"<b><b><br/>-<i>Kirkus</i> (Starred Review)<br/><br/></b></b>\\\"Ingenious ... Jim's wrenching odyssey concludes with remarkable revelations, violent showdowns, and insightful meditations on literature and philosophy. Everett has outdone himself.\\\"<b><b><b><br/><b>-<i>Publisher's Weekly</i> (Starred Review)</b></b></b></b><br/><br/>\\\"<i>James</i> is funny and horrifying, brilliant and riveting. In telling the story of Jim instead of Huckleberry Finn, Percival Everett delivers a powerful, necessary corrective to both literature and history. I found myself cheering both the writer and his hero. Who should read this book? Every single person in the country.\\\"<br/><b>-Ann Patchett<br/></b><br/>\\\"Percival Everett is a giant of American letters, and <i>James</i> is a canon-shatteringly great book. Unforgiving and compassionate, beautiful and brutal, a tragedy and a farce, this brilliant novel rewrites literary history to let us hear the voices it has long suppressed.\\\"<br/><b>-Hernan Diaz, author of <i>Trust</i><b><br/></b></b><br/>\\\"This is a brilliant, accessible, and very necessary companion to <i>Huckleberry Finn</i>.\\\"<b><br/><b>-Dave Eggers, author of <i>The Eyes and the Impossible</i></b></b><br/><br/>\\\"<i>James</i> is a masterpiece. I read it late this summer, and I have already recommended it to enough people to put it on the bestseller lists, in the classrooms, libraries, book clubs and hands in which it so rightly belongs.\\\"<br/><b>-Francine Prose</b><br/><br/>\\\"Percival Everett is a genre.\\\" <br/><b>-Kiese Laymon</b><br/><br/>\\\"Pure brilliance. Funny, wise, gracious; this may be Everett's best book yet.\\\"<br/><b>-Bonnie Garmus </b><br/><br/>\\\"Percival Everett is an audacious, beguiling American master, whose wild trajectory has reached astonishing highs in the past decade. Now comes <i>James</i>, which enlists and devours not only Mark Twain's novel but aspects of Melville, Ellison, and even Kafka to makes an irrevocable intervention into the canon. Everett is simply playing this game at a higher level, and it is the most serious game imaginable.\\\" <br/><b>-Jonathan Lethem<br/><br/><br/></b>\"},{\"id\":\"117105598T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"2025 Audie Awards, Winner<br/>2025 Dayton Literary Peace Prize for Fiction, Short-listed<br/>2024 L.A. 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He doesn’t explain much about where he came from or why he’s there—but when he visits the local coffeehouse, where pencil portraits of the people of Golden hang on the walls, he begins purchasing them, one at a time, and giving each portrait to the person depicted. In exchange, he asks only for the person’s story. And so portrait by portrait, person by person, secrets are revealed, regrets are shared, and ordinary lives are profoundly altered. A story of giving and receiving, of seeing and being seen, Theo of Golden is an unforgettable novel about the power of generosity, the importance of connection, and the quiet miracles that happen when we choose kindness and wonder.","<b>THE #1 <i>NEW YORK TIMES</i> BESTSELLING PHENOMENON</b><br> <br> <b>A Katie Couric Book Club Pick • A Jen Hatmaker Book Club Pick</b><br> <br> <b>“[A] word-of-mouth smash hit.”</b> <b>—<i>The New York Times</i></b><br> <br> <b>“A treasure.” —Hoda Kotb</b><br><br>One spring morning, a stranger named Theo arrives in the small Southern city of Golden. He doesn’t explain much about where he came from or why he’s there—but when he visits the local coffeehouse, where pencil portraits of the people of Golden hang on the walls, he begins purchasing them, one at a time, and giving each portrait to the person depicted. In exchange, he asks only for the person’s story. 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When twenty-year-old nursing student Frances \"Frankie\" McGrath hears these words, it is a revelation. Raised in the sun-drenched, idyllic world of Southern California and sheltered by her conservative parents, she has always prided herself on doing the right thing. But in 1965, the world is changing, and she suddenly dares to imagine a different future for herself. When her brother ships out to serve in Vietnam, she joins the Army Nurse Corps and follows his path.As green and inexperienced as the men sent to Vietnam to fight, Frankie is over-whelmed by the chaos and destruction of war. Each day is a gamble of life and death, hope and betrayal; friendships run deep and can be shattered in an instant. In war, she meets-and becomes one of-the lucky, the brave, the broken, and the lost.But war is just the beginning for Frankie and her veteran friends. The real battle lies in coming home to a changed and divided America, to angry protesters, and to a country that wants to forget Vietnam. The Women is the story of one woman gone to war, but it shines a light on all women who put themselves in harm's way and whose sacrifice and commitment to their country has too often been forgotten. A novel about deep friendships and bold patriotism, The Women is a richly drawn story with a memorable heroine whose idealism and courage under fire will come to define an era.","<p><b>A #1 bestseller on <i>The New York Times, USA Today, Washington Post, and Los Angeles Times!</i><br><br>From the celebrated author of <i>The Nightingale</i> and<i> The Four Winds</i> comes Kristin Hannah's <i>T</i><i>he Women</i>-at once an intimate portrait of coming of age in a dangerous time and an epic tale of a nation divided.</b><br><br><i>Women can be heroes.</i> When twenty-year-old nursing student Frances \"Frankie\" McGrath hears these words, it is a revelation. Raised in the sun-drenched, idyllic world of Southern California and sheltered by her conservative parents, she has always prided herself on doing the right thing. But in 1965, the world is changing, and she suddenly dares to imagine a different future for herself. When her brother ships out to serve in Vietnam, she joins the Army Nurse Corps and follows his path.<br><br>As green and inexperienced as the men sent to Vietnam to fight, Frankie is over-whelmed by the chaos and destruction of war. Each day is a gamble of life and death, hope and betrayal; friendships run deep and can be shattered in an instant. In war, she meets-and becomes one of-the lucky, the brave, the broken, and the lost.<br><br>But war is just the beginning for Frankie and her veteran friends. The real battle lies in coming home to a changed and divided America, to angry protesters, and to a country that wants to forget Vietnam. <br><br><i>The Women </i>is the story of one woman gone to war, but it shines a light on all women who put themselves in harm's way and whose sacrifice and commitment to their country has too often been forgotten. A novel about deep friendships and bold patriotism, <i>The Women </i>is a richly drawn story with a memorable heroine whose idealism and courage under fire will come to define an era.</p>",{"_675":13688,"_36":13689,"_944":5726,"_939":5727,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":13692},{"_5667":13690,"_5669":13691},{"_5643":13679},{"_5614":13446},{"_5614":2101},{"_5614":5577},[13650,-5,-5,13651,13652,-5,13653,13654,13655,13656,13657,-5,13658,13659,-5,13660,13661,13662],{"_675":13677,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":13678},{"_675":13676,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":5577},{"_675":13675,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":5577},{"_675":13674,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":5636},{"_675":13672,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":13673},{"_675":13671,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":2103},{"_675":13670,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":2104},{"_675":13669,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":13668,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":13446},{"_675":13667,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2101},{"_675":13666,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":13665,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":5759},{"_675":13663,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":13664},"gid://shopify/Metafield/78365336731889","233","gid://shopify/Metafield/78365336764657","gid://shopify/Metafield/74375725908209","gid://shopify/Metafield/74375725023473","gid://shopify/Metafield/75058437128433","gid://shopify/Metafield/74375725809905","gid://shopify/Metafield/74375725514993","gid://shopify/Metafield/74375726137585","gid://shopify/Metafield/74375726399729","[{\"id\":\"124442146T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>\\\"Hannah again shines her light on overlooked women in history</b><b>\\\" </b>  <b>-People Magazine (Book of the Week)</b><br/><b><br/>\\\"Hannah is in top form here... Hannah's real superpower is her ability to hook you along from catastrophe to catastrophe, sometimes peering between your fingers, because you simply cannot give up on her characters. She gathers women into the (Vietnam) experience with moving conviction.\\\"  -The New York Times<br/></b><br/>\\\"The Women is historical fiction at its very best. So moving, so wrenching, and yet, in the end, uplifting. Brava! I loved The Nightingale and The Four Winds, but The Women is my favorite.\\\" -Nicholas D. Kristof, Pulitzer Prize-winning coauthor of Half the Sky<br/><br/>\\\"One of the greatest storytellers of our time, Kristin Hannah, tackles one of the most cruel and despicable wars of the last century, the Vietnam War. The Women reveals the powerful contributions and horrific sacrifices of the American military nurses who served in a war whose agencies refused to acknowledge that they were even there. Perhaps no words can bring closure to a nation still ashamed of booing our returning heroes, but the heroine, Frances McGrath, stirs a deep, overdue compassion and tears for every single soldier-and especially the forgotten women who sacrificed so much. Never has a novel of war metamorphosed so profoundly into a story of the human heart.\\\" -Delia Owens, author of Where the Crawdads Sing<br/><br/>\\\"Stuns with sacrifice; uplifts with heroism . . . an important, long overdue tribute to the brave women nurses who served in Vietnam.\\\" -Bonnie Garmus, author of Lessons in Chemistry<br/><br/>\\\"Hannah's emotionally charged page-turner (after <i>The Four Winds</i>) centers on a young nurse whose life is changed by the Vietnam War. Fans of women's historicals will enjoy this magnetic wartime story.\\\"   -Publishers Weekly<br/><br/><i>\\\"</i>Many would say that the nurses who helped fight the Vietnam War were forgotten. Believe me, for those of us who were there, these women were never forgotten--and never will be. Kristin Hannah honors them with this novel.\\\" --Karl Marlantes, author of Matterhorn<br/><br/>  \\\"Hannah enjoys the authorial reach to educate legions of readers about the significant subjects she dramatizes. In doing so she demonstrates that, just like the women she writes about, she deserves to be recognized.\\\" -Minneapolis Star Tribune<br/><br/><b>\\\"A moving, gripping tale that pays tribute to the under-appreciated skill and courage of combat nurses.\\\" --Booklist, starred review<br/><br/></b><b>\\\"Hannah tells the story of real but unsung heroes\\\" --Washington Post<br/></b><br/>\\\"Enough time has passed that most people acknowledge the individual heroism that took place in Vietnam, even though history doesn't look kindly on the war itself,\\\" he wrote. \\\"People over there did things that we can - and should - be proud of. 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So moving, so wrenching, and yet, in the end, uplifting. Brava! I loved The Nightingale and The Four Winds, but The Women is my favorite.\\\" --Nicholas D. Kristof, Pulitzer Prize-winning coauthor of Half the Sky <p/>\\\"One of the greatest storytellers of our time, Kristin Hannah, tackles one of the most cruel and despicable wars of the last century, the Vietnam War. The Women reveals the powerful contributions and horrific sacrifices of the American military nurses who served in a war whose agencies refused to acknowledge that they were even there. Perhaps no words can bring closure to a nation still ashamed of booing our returning heroes, but the heroine, Frances McGrath, stirs a deep, overdue compassion and tears for every single soldier--and especially the forgotten women who sacrificed so much. Never has a novel of war metamorphosed so profoundly into a story of the human heart.\\\" --Delia Owens, author of Where the Crawdads Sing <p/>\\\"Stuns with sacrifice; uplifts with heroism . . . an important, long overdue tribute to the brave women nurses who served in Vietnam.\\\" --Bonnie Garmus, author of Lessons in Chemistry <p/>\\\"Hannah's emotionally charged page-turner (after <i>The Four Winds</i>) centers on a young nurse whose life is changed by the Vietnam War. Fans of women's historicals will enjoy this magnetic wartime story.\\\" --Publishers Weekly <p/><i>\\\"</i>Many would say that the nurses who helped fight the Vietnam War were forgotten. Believe me, for those of us who were there, these women were never forgotten--and never will be. Kristin Hannah honors them with this novel.\\\" --Karl Marlantes, author of Matterhorn <p/> \\\"Hannah enjoys the authorial reach to educate legions of readers about the significant subjects she dramatizes. In doing so she demonstrates that, just like the women she writes about, she deserves to be recognized.\\\" -Minneapolis Star Tribune <p/><b>\\\"A moving, gripping tale that pays tribute to the under-appreciated skill and courage of combat nurses.\\\" --Booklist, starred review <p/></b><b>\\\"Hannah tells the story of real but unsung heroes\\\" --Washington Post<br/></b><br/>\\\"Enough time has passed that most people acknowledge the individual heroism that took place in Vietnam, even though history doesn't look kindly on the war itself,\\\" he wrote. \\\"People over there did things that we can -- and should -- be proud of. That's one reason why I'm glad to see a book like 'The Women' doing so well. 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Kingsolver writes so transportingly about music and musicians. . .she takes on not just sexual obsession and classism, but also itchy what-ifs, human decency, the engulfing power of music and the butterfly effect of dreams deferred.” - <b><i>The New York Times</i></b></p><p>\\\"Kingsolver presents an enrapturing, brilliantly plotted, deeply personal, and profoundly insightful celebration of the life of the land, the skills and struggles of farmers, and the transcendent power of art to bring us together, make us feel 'more alive,' and make us whole.\\\" - <b><i>Booklist</i></b></p><p>\\\"Kingsolver is a Pulitzer Prize winner (<i>Demon Copperhead</i>) for a reason, and her ability to switch up topics and styles from bestseller to bestseller is nothing short of spectacular. 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Without question it’s my novel of the year.” - <b><i>The Sunday Times</i></b></p><p>\\\"From the author of the much-loved <i>Demon Copperhead</i> (who doesn’t have this in their top 10 list?) comes a new book that feels like both a continuation and a departure. . . . The story was born out of Kingsolver’s love of both language and classical music; <i>Partita</i> weaves the two together with her usual grace and expert touch with words.\\\" - <b><i>Elle</i></b></p><p>\\\"Wrestles with the questions that have fueled [Kingsolver's] whole career--namely, who is art for, what makes it good, and what can it actually accomplish?\\\" - <b><i>The New Yorker</i></b></p><p>\\\"This stunning celebration of music, passion and human resilience by the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of <i>Demon Copperhead</i> is as lyrical and moving as a Chopin composition.\\\" - <b><i>People magazine</i></b></p><p>\\\"A virtuosic performance.\\\" - <b><i>The Financial Times</i></b></p><p>\\\"Moving. . . . Expertly interweaving themes of class and healthcare, Kingsolver grapples with the question of artistic ambition versus family obligation.\\\" - <b><i>Town and Country</i></b></p><p>\\\"A tour-de-force exploration of music’s power to heal.\\\" - <b><i>Washington Independent Review of Books</i></b></p><p>\\\"Kingsolver’s magnificent <i>Partita</i> sings in the key of passion, yearning, and loss.\\\" - <b><i>The Boston Globe</i></b></p><p>\\\"Distinctly elegiac and holistic.\\\" - <b><i>The Los Angeles Times</i></b></p><p>\\\"A beautiful dual-timeline story.\\\" - <b><i>Woman's World</i></b></p><p>\\\"Yarns like Kingsolver’s make for such immersive, absorbing listening, and Tusing’s subtle Appalachian inflection delivers this full-hearted melodrama with earnestness and folksy, whip-smart humor.\\\" - <b><i>The New York Times, \\\"The Best Audiobooks of 2026\\\"</i></b></p><p>\\\"An elegant, mature work reminiscent of Ann Patchett's. And the ending? Perfection. <i>Partita </i>reassures with its promise of second chances.\\\" - <b><i>Shelf Awareness</i></b></p><p>\\\"A hallmark of the decorated novelist’s work is her flair for pithy sentences that illuminate the human experience, giving voice to our private longings and secret vulnerabilities. . . . The author's grand and ambitious novels are written with warmth and a whimsical attunement to the human condition. . . . Kingsolver brings the full weight of her experience and her other work to the page in this entirely new story. It hits the same chords, but it is full of discovery and insight. \\\" - <b><i>Los Angeles Times</i></b></p><p>\\\"A lush and wrenching narrative about the paths not taken, the ingenuity of music and human decency.\\\" - <b><i>New York Times (\\\"Ten New Books We Recommend This Week\\\")</i></b></p><p>\\\"A breathtaking story about the power of our obsessions.\\\" - <b><i>Real Simple</i></b></p><p>\\\"Kingsolver's lyrical prose makes the book read like a concerto.\\\" - <b><i>Airmail</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"133719735T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"A brilliantly prismatic story. . . . Kingsolver is one of the finest living writers, and her latest will join <i>Demon Copperhead </i>and <i>The Poisonwood Bible </i>as another modern classic.\\\" - <b><i>Library Journal (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Brilliant, affecting work from one of contemporary literature's masters. . . . A fierce belief that great art is for everyone joins Kingsolver's familiar preoccupations with class distinctions, social injustice, and the complex bonds of family and community in a tender denouement.\\\" - <b><i>Kirkus (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Barbara Kingsolver has done it again. In this masterfully orchestrated novel, an unexpected call forces a once-ascendent pianist to revisit the affair that reshaped her youth and the career that vanished alongside it. . . . <i>Partita</i> refuses easy distinctions between destiny and choice, showing how class background, family damage, and thwarted ambition can keep shaping us long after we believe their power has faded.\\\" - <b><i>Oprah Daily</i></b></p><p>\\\"[A] deeply wrenching novel. . . . Kingsolver understands that life can be an ingenious villain. Along with her decades-long environmentalism and her call for empathy and moral justice, her abiding theme is that we can survive the unsurvivable, which is fortunate because someone or something may be lurking nearby to make us prove it. Livia Cable, the Appalachia-bred narrator of Kingsolver's new novel, <i>Partita</i>, is wry, resilient and as forthcoming a companion as you could ask for. . . . Kingsolver writes so transportingly about music and musicians. . .she takes on not just sexual obsession and classism, but also itchy what-ifs, human decency, the engulfing power of music and the butterfly effect of dreams deferred.\\\" - <b><i>The New York Times</i></b></p><p>\\\"Kingsolver presents an enrapturing, brilliantly plotted, deeply personal, and profoundly insightful celebration of the life of the land, the skills and struggles of farmers, and the transcendent power of art to bring us together, make us feel 'more alive, ' and make us whole.\\\" - <b><i>Booklist</i></b></p><p>\\\"Kingsolver is a Pulitzer Prize winner (<i>Demon Copperhead</i>) for a reason, and her ability to switch up topics and styles from bestseller to bestseller is nothing short of spectacular. 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Even when he was eleven, his classmates seemed to have settled on a goal: doctor, lawyer, broker, engineer. Good jobs that automatically command respect, security, 401Ks. Now Batter is in his early 20s, living in New York City, and he wants something different; something that alienates some readers and bores most. Poetry. And yet—to him and exactly thirty-nine editors at a company called Peck & Peck—poetry not only represents the power of humanity but holds the key to its survival.Batter is named after his mother's heroic dog. An identical twin who lost his brother at birth, he finds himself confronted by the everyday dualities that make up life: right vs. wrong, truth vs. lies, rejection vs. acceptance. It's almost as if his dead brother is a reminder: there are always two sides to every story.No, wait. 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It’s funny when it needs to be, hard to track when it wants to be, and meticulously engineered at every moment. It is storytelling from a writer who knows the fundamentals of the craft well enough that he can break all the rules and still build a propulsive story.” —Jason Mott, The New York Times Book Review\"Johnson’s prose is nothing short of spectacular. . . . This is a stunning novel, one that asks us to consider who we really are as Americans, not who we tell ourselves we are. Johnson has proven that he is one of the country’s finest writers of fiction, and this is his tour de force.\" —Michael Schaub, The Boston GlobeFrom the PEN/Faulkner finalist and National Book Award longlisted author of Welcome to Braggsville, comes this audacious and darkly funny literary crime masterpiece centered on a Black cop in an Atlanta precinct, whose façade of white alliance begins to crumble after a highly publicized murderGeorge Washington Jonson is determined to forge a new life. After growing up in one of Atlanta’s poorest housing projects, he enlists in the U.S. Army and finds some relief serving abroad. When events lead him back home, he joins the police force. It’s 1992, and Jonson is patrolling the streets he grew up on alongside his new partner, a shady legacy cop and self-described “redneck” who takes Jonson under his wing.After a decade on the job, Jonson has fashioned a new life in an affluent suburb with his white wife and stepson, though he’s still policing his old neighborhood, and now tasked with training hot-headed rookie recruits. One night on patrol a split-second confrontation with a white teenager takes a violent turn. That single gunshot sets into motion a series of escalating lies.When the white-washed veneer of Jonson’s life begins to crack, the story splits, presenting two contrasting versions of the American experience as he’s forced to confront the history that shaped him and the compromises required of a good man in a broken system.Employing a bold, inventive structure and spanning two fraught decades, vividly evoking the complexities of the South, and written with his trademark virtuosic dissonance, The Occidental Book of the Dead is a propulsive, pyrotechnic exploration of corruption and conspiracy in a nation divided.\"No one is having more fun with language than T. Geronimo Johnson. The way his mind works is endlessly entertaining, inviting us into a fantasia. Of men behaving badly in a world behaving worse.\" — Attica Locke, New York Times bestselling author of Bluebird, Bluebird","<p><b>“An adrenaline-filled high-wire act. It’s funny when it needs to be, hard to track when it wants to be, and meticulously engineered at every moment. It is storytelling from a writer who knows the fundamentals of the craft well enough that he can break all the rules and still build a propulsive story.” —Jason Mott,<i> The New York Times Book Review</i></b></p><p><b>\"Johnson’s prose is nothing short of spectacular. . . . This is a stunning novel, one that asks us to consider who we really are as Americans, not who we tell ourselves we are. Johnson has proven that he is one of the country’s finest writers of fiction, and this is his tour de force.\" —Michael Schaub,<i> The Boston Globe</i></b></p><p><b>From the PEN/Faulkner finalist and National Book Award longlisted author of <i>Welcome to Braggsville</i>, comes this audacious and darkly funny literary crime masterpiece centered on a Black cop in an Atlanta precinct, whose façade of white alliance begins to crumble after a highly publicized murder</b></p><p>George Washington Jonson is determined to forge a new life. After growing up in one of Atlanta’s poorest housing projects, he enlists in the U.S. Army and finds some relief serving abroad. When events lead him back home, he joins the police force. It’s 1992, and Jonson is patrolling the streets he grew up on alongside his new partner, a shady legacy cop and self-described “redneck” who takes Jonson under his wing.</p><p>After a decade on the job, Jonson has fashioned a new life in an affluent suburb with his white wife and stepson, though he’s still policing his old neighborhood, and now tasked with training hot-headed rookie recruits. One night on patrol a split-second confrontation with a white teenager takes a violent turn. That single gunshot sets into motion a series of escalating lies.<br>When the white-washed veneer of Jonson’s life begins to crack, the story splits, presenting two contrasting versions of the American experience as he’s forced to confront the history that shaped him and the compromises required of a good man in a broken system.</p><p>Employing a bold, inventive structure and spanning two fraught decades, vividly evoking the complexities of the South, and written with his trademark virtuosic dissonance, <i>The Occidental Book of the Dead</i> is a propulsive, pyrotechnic exploration of corruption and conspiracy in a nation divided.</p><p><b>\"No one is having more fun with language than T. Geronimo Johnson. The way his mind works is endlessly entertaining, inviting us into a fantasia. Of men behaving badly in a world behaving worse.\" — Attica Locke, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Bluebird, Bluebird</i></b></p>",{"_675":13934,"_36":13935,"_944":9066,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":13938},{"_5667":13936,"_5669":13937},{"_5643":13925},{"_5614":13912},{"_5614":2152},{"_5614":6224},[13894,-5,-5,13895,13896,-5,13897,13898,13899,13900,13901,-5,13902,13903,-5,13904,13905,13906],{"_675":13923,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":13924},{"_675":13922,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":6224},{"_675":13921,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":6224},{"_675":13920,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":6255},{"_675":13918,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":13919},{"_675":13916,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":13917},{"_675":13914,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":13915},{"_675":13913,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":13911,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":13912},{"_675":13910,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2152},{"_675":13909,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":13908,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":8204},{"_675":13907,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":4538},"gid://shopify/Metafield/194296928665841","gid://shopify/Metafield/194618453983473","gid://shopify/Metafield/74597967659249","gid://shopify/Metafield/74597963890929","gid://shopify/Metafield/78682077233393","[\"BADGE - $3 OFF (p7877)\",\"B|$3 Off|#DD2A27|#701F15 (p7847)\",\"Our Most Anticipated Books (p10162)\",\"Recently Reviewed (p10276)\",\"Retail Price fixing (p261)\",\"Barnes & Noble Holiday Gift Guide (p5430)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/74597967266033","gid://shopify/Metafield/74597966020849","1148956561","gid://shopify/Metafield/74597968576753","The-Occidental-Book-of-the-Dead/T-Geronimo-Johnson","gid://shopify/Metafield/74597969494257","[{\"id\":\"121086039T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>A NEW YORK TIMES EDITORS' CHOICE<br />Recommended by the <i>New York Times Book Review</i> • <i>Chicago Tribune</i> • <i>The New Yorker</i> • TIME • Harper’s Bazaar • <i>Los Angeles Times </i>• <i>Boston Globe</i> • Vulture • The Millions • Goodreads • the <i>Atlanta Journal-Constitution</i> • <i>Garden & Gun</i> • Literary Hub • Chicago Review of Books • Publishers Weekly • Kirkus Reviews • Library Journal . . . and more!</b></p><p>\\\"<i>The Occidental Book of the Dead</i> is an adrenaline-filled high-wire act. It’s funny when it needs to be, hard to track when it wants to be, and meticulously engineered at every moment. It is storytelling from a writer who knows the fundamentals of the craft well enough that he can break all the rules and still build a propulsive story. The end result is a sharp, unapologetic art-house novel full of gravitas, humor and heartbreaking revelations about the Black American experience and the thousand and one ways our nation can shatter Black souls. It will not be a novel for everyone. It doesn’t want to be. And that’s a large part of why it succeeds.\\\" - <b><i>Jason Mott, The New York Times Book Review</i></b></p><p>\\\"This flamboyantly ambitious novel, which takes place in a version of Atlanta known as Atlantis, follows the life of George Washington Jonson, a Black cop with a liking for white women. The story’s pivotal event is the police shooting of a white teen-ager; a coverup ensues, in which Jonson, at first, participates. The buildup to and aftermath of the shooting are narrated in a variety of forms, including a four-hundred-page memoir within the novel, ostensibly written by Jonson. Each retelling sifts through layers of extortion and betrayal to trace the complex loyalties connecting white and Black cops, and the cost of the upward mobility afforded by putting on ‘blue skin.’” - <b><i>The New Yorker</i></b></p><p>\\\"This one is really tricky to explain, which is why it's great. Metafictional hijinks are afoot but it's unpacking these really serious ideas about race and trauma and the disparate experiences of America. This is like if you took <i>Erasure</i> by Percival Everett, mashed it with <i>Homey</i> by Danez Smith, mashed it with <i>Transcription</i> by Ben Lerner . . . but those comps almost don't do it credit because T. Geronimo Johnson has this sensibility of his own. I'm really, really excited for this one.\\\" - <b><i>MJ Franklin, The New York Times Book Review podcast</i></b></p><p>\\\"No one is having more fun with language than T. Geronimo Johnson. The way his mind works is endlessly entertaining, inviting us into a fantasia. Of men behaving badly in a world behaving worse. Of walking broken hearts with guns. Men, who are somehow, still, trying to bridge a cultural gap, to move toward some understanding, a shared humanity. Johnson’s take on history, his political commentary, and humor read like jazz, as, with this book in particular, he plays with the novel as a form, bending notes, making new music.\\\"</p><p> - <b><i>Attica Locke, New York Times bestselling author of Bluebird, Bluebird</i></b></p><p>“Johnson pulls no punches, from his dedication (“Dedicated to the future memory of white supremacy”) to his “Axknowledgements,” the first line of which is, “All praise be to the artists unknown to you.” The pages in between, all 650-plus of them, read like Colson Whitehead on acid, and that is meant as a compliment from this privileged white middle-aged woman. It’s strong stuff, yet the dazzling writing makes it go down easy.\\\" - <b><i>Bethanne Patrick, Los Angeles Times</i></b></p><p>\\\"[An] eagerly awaited doorstop: T. Geronimo Johnson’s <i>The Occidental Book of the Dead</i>, among the year’s wildest, spirals out an unnerving (and unsettlingly funny) police story of race in Atlanta, splitting its narrative into branching books, all about a seemingly clear shooting.\\\" - <b><i>Chicago Tribune</i></b></p><p>“A homage to deadpan police procedurals, pulp novels, and a searching meditation on the enduring stain of slavery.” - <b><i>TIME</i></b></p><p>“Immersive and thought-provoking.” - <b><i>The Guardian</i></b></p><p>\\\"The best title of the season is a massive crime novel in present-day Atlanta. Linguistically playful, it's a deep exploration of racism.\\\" - <b><i>Cory Oldweiler, The Boston Globe, Best Fall Books</i></b></p><p>\\\"Johnson’s prose is nothing short of spectacular. . . . In Jonson, [he] has created one of the most unforgettable characters in recent U.S. literature. . . . This is a stunning novel, one that asks us to consider who we really are as Americans, not who we tell ourselves we are. Johnson has proven that he is one of the country’s finest writers of fiction, and this is his tour de force.\\\" - <b><i>Michael Schaub, The Boston Globe</i></b></p><p>\\\"Kaleidoscopic, jarring, voluble, coruscating, frenetic, dense, caustic, volatile, horny, irreverent, exhortative, bonkers, brilliant: That's the arsenal of adjectives I mustered to describe T. Geronimo Johnson's <i>The Occidental Book of the Dead</i>. . . . [It's] a novel that demands patience, stamina, forbearance. It repeatedly pokes its finger in your chest and sometimes pokes a couple in your eyes, Three Stooges style. It's a murder mystery of sorts, but not a cozy one. Johnson's primary interest is in the conflicted, convoluted soul of America. . . . This is a chainsaw satire, a ripping send-up that takes down Black and white and liberal and conservative pieties alike, with the same spinning blade.\\\" - <b><i>Garden & Gun</i></b></p><p>\\\"This is the literary crime epic of the year, possibly of the century. T. Geronimo Johnson has woven an emotional powerhouse, a complex conspiracy thriller, a searing indictment of policing, a startling coda on the limits of reform, and a metatextual commentary on the nature of confession.\\\" - <b><i>Molly Odintz, Crimereads</i></b></p><p><b>“</b>Nothing is what it seems in this spellbinding and profanely funny novel about race, police violence, and distorted narratives. . . . thrillingly plays on expectations of a sympathetic main character and a story of vindication by keeping the reader guessing at the truth and the nature of his protagonist. Fans of Susan Choi’s <i>Trust Exercise</i> will devour this.\\\" - <b><i>Publishers Weekly (starred review)</i></b></p><p>“Johnson’s hefty, free-wheeling, sharp-witted, disquieting third novel has a complexity that belies its straightforward premise. . . for all of its hard look at history, the book is as witty as it is unflinching, rich in comic riffs about pop music, misunderstandings around race, and where society does and doesn’t place its empathy. . . A swing-for-the-fences novel, both a gripping procedural and high literary study of American bigotry.” - <b><i>Kirkus Reviews (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Johnson offers a witty, protean novel that delves into the racial and social complexities of the South through the lens of police corruption and one Black cop’s reckoning with his own choices.\\\" - <b><i>Library Journal (starred review)</i></b></p><p>“Johnson, the highly acclaimed author of <i>Welcome to Braggsville</i> (2015), reinvents the trope of the good (sort of) cop seduced into corruption in this wildly unpredictable novel. . . . a complex, often surprising morality tale.” - <b><i>Booklist (starred review)</i></b></p><p>“<i>The Occidental Book of the Dea</i>d is a tour de force that magnifies the messiness of life on a grand scale. . . Part police procedural (think <i>The Wire</i>), part social novel (echoes of Richard Ellison’s<i> Invisible Man</i> abound). . . The novel, which brims with compassion and insight, calls to mind Richard Price’s <i>Clockers</i> and Percival Everett’s <i>Erasure</i>.” - <b><i>Elaine Szewczyk, Publishers Weekly</i></b></p><p>“This could be one of the big conversation books of the year, about a Black cop in Atlanta whose ‘façade of white alliance’ falls apart in the late 90s and early 00s. Johnson’s <i>Welcome to Braggsville </i>got plenty of comps to Paul Beatty and Percival Everett—but I think this one will plant Johnson firmly in their company.” - <b><i>Drew Broussard, Literary Hub’s Most Anticipated Books of the Year</i></b></p><p>“Ambitious... employs an unusual structure to tell a gritty crime story.” - <b><i>The Atlanta Journal-Constitution</i></b></p><p>\\\"Johnson has written a self-consciously epic crime novel. Compelling, funny, and wise.\\\" - <b><i>The Daily Mail (UK)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Dazzling, dizzying . . . This book’s sweep is hard to convey. A furious, sly postmodern mystery about a deeply corrupt society, it reads like what you might get if Ishmael Reed and Walter Mosley had scripted <i>Chinatown</i>. Challenging and enthralling in equal measure,<i> The Occidental Book of the Dead</i> is a stunning novel.\\\" - <b><i>The Irish Times</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"131131916T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p><b>A NEW YORK TIMES EDITORS' CHOICE<br />Recommended by the <i>New York Times Book Review</i> - <i>Chicago Tribune</i> - <i>The New Yorker</i> - TIME - Harper's Bazaar - <i>Los Angeles Times </i>- <i>Boston Globe</i> - Vulture - The Millions - Goodreads - the <i>Atlanta Journal-Constitution</i> - <i>Garden & Gun</i> - Literary Hub - Chicago Review of Books - Publishers Weekly - Kirkus Reviews - Library Journal . . . and more!</b></p><p>\\\"<i>The Occidental Book of the Dead</i> is an adrenaline-filled high-wire act. It's funny when it needs to be, hard to track when it wants to be, and meticulously engineered at every moment. It is storytelling from a writer who knows the fundamentals of the craft well enough that he can break all the rules and still build a propulsive story. The end result is a sharp, unapologetic art-house novel full of gravitas, humor and heartbreaking revelations about the Black American experience and the thousand and one ways our nation can shatter Black souls. It will not be a novel for everyone. It doesn't want to be. And that's a large part of why it succeeds.\\\" - <b><i>Jason Mott, The New York Times Book Review</i></b></p><p>\\\"This flamboyantly ambitious novel, which takes place in a version of Atlanta known as Atlantis, follows the life of George Washington Jonson, a Black cop with a liking for white women. The story's pivotal event is the police shooting of a white teen-ager; a coverup ensues, in which Jonson, at first, participates. The buildup to and aftermath of the shooting are narrated in a variety of forms, including a four-hundred-page memoir within the novel, ostensibly written by Jonson. Each retelling sifts through layers of extortion and betrayal to trace the complex loyalties connecting white and Black cops, and the cost of the upward mobility afforded by putting on 'blue skin.'\\\" - <b><i>The New Yorker</i></b></p><p>\\\"This one is really tricky to explain, which is why it's great. Metafictional hijinks are afoot but it's unpacking these really serious ideas about race and trauma and the disparate experiences of America. This is like if you took <i>Erasure</i> by Percival Everett, mashed it with <i>Homey</i> by Danez Smith, mashed it with <i>Transcription</i> by Ben Lerner . . . but those comps almost don't do it credit because T. Geronimo Johnson has this sensibility of his own. I'm really, really excited for this one.\\\" - <b><i>MJ Franklin, The New York Times Book Review podcast</i></b></p><p>\\\"No one is having more fun with language than T. Geronimo Johnson. The way his mind works is endlessly entertaining, inviting us into a fantasia. Of men behaving badly in a world behaving worse. Of walking broken hearts with guns. Men, who are somehow, still, trying to bridge a cultural gap, to move toward some understanding, a shared humanity. Johnson's take on history, his political commentary, and humor read like jazz, as, with this book in particular, he plays with the novel as a form, bending notes, making new music.\\\"</p><p> - <b><i>Attica Locke, New York Times bestselling author of Bluebird, Bluebird</i></b></p><p>\\\"Johnson pulls no punches, from his dedication (\\\"Dedicated to the future memory of white supremacy\\\") to his \\\"Axknowledgements,\\\" the first line of which is, \\\"All praise be to the artists unknown to you.\\\" The pages in between, all 650-plus of them, read like Colson Whitehead on acid, and that is meant as a compliment from this privileged white middle-aged woman. It's strong stuff, yet the dazzling writing makes it go down easy.\\\" - <b><i>Bethanne Patrick, Los Angeles Times</i></b></p><p>\\\"[An] eagerly awaited doorstop: T. Geronimo Johnson's <i>The Occidental Book of the Dead</i>, among the year's wildest, spirals out an unnerving (and unsettlingly funny) police story of race in Atlanta, splitting its narrative into branching books, all about a seemingly clear shooting.\\\" - <b><i>Chicago Tribune</i></b></p><p>\\\"A homage to deadpan police procedurals, pulp novels, and a searching meditation on the enduring stain of slavery.\\\" - <b><i>TIME</i></b></p><p>\\\"Immersive and thought-provoking.\\\" - <b><i>The Guardian</i></b></p><p>\\\"The best title of the season is a massive crime novel in present-day Atlanta. Linguistically playful, it's a deep exploration of racism.\\\" - <b><i>Cory Oldweiler, The Boston Globe, Best Fall Books</i></b></p><p>\\\"Johnson's prose is nothing short of spectacular. . . . In Jonson, [he] has created one of the most unforgettable characters in recent U.S. literature. . . . This is a stunning novel, one that asks us to consider who we really are as Americans, not who we tell ourselves we are. Johnson has proven that he is one of the country's finest writers of fiction, and this is his tour de force.\\\" - <b><i>Michael Schaub, The Boston Globe</i></b></p><p>\\\"Kaleidoscopic, jarring, voluble, coruscating, frenetic, dense, caustic, volatile, horny, irreverent, exhortative, bonkers, brilliant: That's the arsenal of adjectives I mustered to describe T. Geronimo Johnson's <i>The Occidental Book of the Dead</i>. . . . [It's] a novel that demands patience, stamina, forbearance. It repeatedly pokes its finger in your chest and sometimes pokes a couple in your eyes, Three Stooges style. It's a murder mystery of sorts, but not a cozy one. Johnson's primary interest is in the conflicted, convoluted soul of America. . . . This is a chainsaw satire, a ripping send-up that takes down Black and white and liberal and conservative pieties alike, with the same spinning blade.\\\" - <b><i>Garden & Gun</i></b></p><p>\\\"This is the literary crime epic of the year, possibly of the century. T. Geronimo Johnson has woven an emotional powerhouse, a complex conspiracy thriller, a searing indictment of policing, a startling coda on the limits of reform, and a metatextual commentary on the nature of confession.\\\" - <b><i>Molly Odintz, Crimereads</i></b></p><p><b>\\\"</b>Nothing is what it seems in this spellbinding and profanely funny novel about race, police violence, and distorted narratives. . . . thrillingly plays on expectations of a sympathetic main character and a story of vindication by keeping the reader guessing at the truth and the nature of his protagonist. Fans of Susan Choi's <i>Trust Exercise</i> will devour this.\\\" - <b><i>Publishers Weekly (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Johnson's hefty, free-wheeling, sharp-witted, disquieting third novel has a complexity that belies its straightforward premise. . . for all of its hard look at history, the book is as witty as it is unflinching, rich in comic riffs about pop music, misunderstandings around race, and where society does and doesn't place its empathy. . . A swing-for-the-fences novel, both a gripping procedural and high literary study of American bigotry.\\\" - <b><i>Kirkus Reviews (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Johnson offers a witty, protean novel that delves into the racial and social complexities of the South through the lens of police corruption and one Black cop's reckoning with his own choices.\\\" - <b><i>Library Journal (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Johnson, the highly acclaimed author of <i>Welcome to Braggsville</i> (2015), reinvents the trope of the good (sort of) cop seduced into corruption in this wildly unpredictable novel. . . . a complex, often surprising morality tale.\\\" - <b><i>Booklist (starred review)</i></b></p><p>\\\"<i>The Occidental Book of the Dea</i>d is a tour de force that magnifies the messiness of life on a grand scale. . . Part police procedural (think <i>The Wire</i>), part social novel (echoes of Richard Ellison's<i> Invisible Man</i> abound). . . The novel, which brims with compassion and insight, calls to mind Richard Price's <i>Clockers</i> and Percival Everett's <i>Erasure</i>.\\\" - <b><i>Elaine Szewczyk, Publishers Weekly</i></b></p><p>\\\"This could be one of the big conversation books of the year, about a Black cop in Atlanta whose 'façade of white alliance' falls apart in the late 90s and early 00s. Johnson's <i>Welcome to Braggsville </i>got plenty of comps to Paul Beatty and Percival Everett--but I think this one will plant Johnson firmly in their company.\\\" - <b><i>Drew Broussard, Literary Hub's Most Anticipated Books of the Year</i></b></p><p>\\\"Ambitious... employs an unusual structure to tell a gritty crime story.\\\" - <b><i>The Atlanta Journal-Constitution</i></b></p><p>\\\"Johnson has written a self-consciously epic crime novel. Compelling, funny, and wise.\\\" - <b><i>The Daily Mail (UK)</i></b></p><p>\\\"Dazzling, dizzying . . . This book's sweep is hard to convey. A furious, sly postmodern mystery about a deeply corrupt society, it reads like what you might get if Ishmael Reed and Walter Mosley had scripted <i>Chinatown</i>. Challenging and enthralling in equal measure, <i> The Occidental Book of the Dead</i> is a stunning novel.\\\" - <b><i>The Irish Times</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"134097824T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>T. Geronimo Johnson's long-awaited follow up to his acclaimed, bestselling novel <em>Welcome to Braggsville</em> plays with time, voice, and point of view as it follows George Washington Jonson across two decades of his life as a Black cop in Atlanta. 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A New York Times Book Review Editors' ChoiceNot quite land and not quite water, boglands have long been dismissed as wastelands—too sodden to farm, too perilous to cross, too unruly to be considered beautiful. Come closer, however, and a strange truth emerges: These wild, eerie landscapes stretch our minds, hold the history of humanity, and will shape the future of our planet. In Bogland, acclaimed ecologist Merritt R. Turetsky invites readers to discover the elusive magic and surprising power of these misunderstood places, where the boundaries blur between life and death, past and present, refuge and peril.Venturing from the boreal forests of Canada to the jungles of Borneo, and from the planet’s oldest bog in Greece to some of its newest in Greenland, Turetsky unveils bogs as marvelous paradoxes that defy categorization and their own systemic undervaluation. Here, radical life forms—acid-flinging mosses, amphibian-eating plants—spring from layers upon layers of dead matter. The past and present commingle with uncanny intimacy as peat safeguards artifacts for centuries, along with ancient lives unearthed later as “bog bodies” so remarkably preserved they are sometimes mistaken for the recently missing. Proverbially dangerous, bogs have offered shelter throughout history to the marginalized and resistance movements from Virginia to Vietnam. Crucially, they also regulate the planet’s climate, sequestering nearly one-third of Earth’s soil carbon while covering just 3 percent of its surface—even as accelerating exploitation risks transforming them from climate allies to climate foes, and erasing these ecosystems just as we’re learning to appreciate them.The debut of an extraordinary nature writer, Bogland is an ode and a call to action: to defend bogs’ strangeness and stillness from rising destruction, to value them precisely for their refusal to conform, and to learn from them new ways to adapt, endure, and belong on our changing planet—before it’s too late.","<p><strong>From a stunning new voice in popular science, a beguiling invitation to discover the hidden power of one of Earth’s most mysterious landscapes.<br><p></p>\n<br><p></p>A <em>New York Times Book Review</em> Editors' Choice</strong></p><p></p><p>Not quite land and not quite water, boglands have long been dismissed as wastelands—too sodden to farm, too perilous to cross, too unruly to be considered beautiful. Come closer, however, and a strange truth emerges: These wild, eerie landscapes stretch our minds, hold the history of humanity, and will shape the future of our planet. In <em>Bogland</em>, acclaimed ecologist Merritt R. Turetsky invites readers to discover the elusive magic and surprising power of these misunderstood places, where the boundaries blur between life and death, past and present, refuge and peril.</p><p></p><p>Venturing from the boreal forests of Canada to the jungles of Borneo, and from the planet’s oldest bog in Greece to some of its newest in Greenland, Turetsky unveils bogs as marvelous paradoxes that defy categorization and their own systemic undervaluation. Here, radical life forms—acid-flinging mosses, amphibian-eating plants—spring from layers upon layers of dead matter. The past and present commingle with uncanny intimacy as peat safeguards artifacts for centuries, along with ancient lives unearthed later as “bog bodies” so remarkably preserved they are sometimes mistaken for the recently missing. Proverbially dangerous, bogs have offered shelter throughout history to the marginalized and resistance movements from Virginia to Vietnam. Crucially, they also regulate the planet’s climate, sequestering nearly one-third of Earth’s soil carbon while covering just 3 percent of its surface—even as accelerating exploitation risks transforming them from climate allies to climate foes, and erasing these ecosystems just as we’re learning to appreciate them.</p><p></p><p>The debut of an extraordinary nature writer, <em>Bogland</em> is an ode and a call to action: to defend bogs’ strangeness and stillness from rising destruction, to value them precisely for their refusal to conform, and to learn from them new ways to adapt, endure, and belong on our changing planet—before it’s too late.</p><p></p><p></p>",{"_675":13990,"_36":13991,"_944":13992,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":13995},{"_5667":13993,"_5669":13994},{"_5643":13982},{"_5614":13969},{"_5614":2157},{"_5614":6224},[13951,-5,-5,13952,13953,-5,13954,13955,13956,13957,13958,-5,13959,13960,-5,13961,13962,13963],{"_675":13980,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":13981},{"_675":13979,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":6224},{"_675":13978,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":6224},{"_675":13977,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":6255},{"_675":13975,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":13976},{"_675":13973,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":13974},{"_675":13971,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":13972},{"_675":13970,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":13968,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":13969},{"_675":13967,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2157},{"_675":13966,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":13965,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":6123},{"_675":13964,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":2781},"gid://shopify/Metafield/195878852886769","gid://shopify/Metafield/195878852919537","gid://shopify/Metafield/75589407146225","gid://shopify/Metafield/75589406032113","gid://shopify/Metafield/78682493223153","[\"Our Most Anticipated Books (p10162)\",\"Recently Reviewed (p10276)\",\"Barnes & Noble Holiday Gift Guide (p5430)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/75589407047921","gid://shopify/Metafield/75589406753009","1149229733","gid://shopify/Metafield/75589407342833","Bogland/Merritt-R-Turetsky","gid://shopify/Metafield/76428968493297","[{\"id\":\"124001754T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"The ecologist Merritt Turetsky—a bog expert and a bog superfan—makes the case for bogs as protective forces against climate change, as repositories of human and natural history, as zones of freedom and safety for oppressed peoples. . . . <em>Bogland</em> is a transporting book and a persuasive call to action.\\\"— Lauren Redniss New York Times Book Review<br/><br/>\\\"In <em>Bogland</em>, Merritt Turetsky presents bogs as remote and difficult yet beautiful and full of life. There is no mistaking her passion. . . . [A]n urgent call to save our remaining boglands.\\\"— Karin Altenberg Wall Street Journal<br/><br/>\\\"A beguiling invitation, bound to challenge how you see the natural world.\\\"— Liz Else New Scientist<br/><br/>\\\"The ecologist Turetsky transports readers deep into the mysterious terrain of the bog—somewhere between land and water—to explore its rich history and ecological importance. From Borneo to Greece to Greenland, Turetsky makes a passionate case for these wetlands as both eerie preservers of the human past and models of symbiotic existence.\\\"— New York Times<br/><br/>\\\"Thank goodness Merritt Turetsky became captivated by boglands. . . . 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[A]n urgent call to save our remaining boglands.--Karin Altenberg \\\"Wall Street Journal\\\"<br/><br/>Thank goodness Merritt Turetsky became captivated by boglands. . . . [T]he book's ultimate gift was igniting a reverence for these incredible ecosystems.--Aimee Cunningham \\\"Science News\\\"<br/><br/>The ecologist Merritt Turetsky--a bog expert and a bog superfan--makes the case for bogs as protective forces against climate change, as repositories of human and natural history, as zones of freedom and safety for oppressed peoples. . . . <em>Bogland</em> is a transporting book and a persuasive call to action.--Lauren Redniss \\\"New York Times Book Review\\\"<br/><br/>The ecologist Turetsky transports readers deep into the mysterious terrain of the bog--somewhere between land and water--to explore its rich history and ecological importance. 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Then, in her late thirties, she began secretly attending Catholic mass and meeting with a priest to discuss conversion. After eleven years of sobriety, she began drinking again. Both returns—to organized religion and to alcohol—felt to her like a regression, a personal defeat. Knowledge and determination had proven useless when it came to her most vexing personal battles.In Will and Attention, O’Gieblyn captures those perplexing days. Soon after her return to sobriety, she looked to a series of spiritual texts for answers and began putting them in conversation with her life. She was struck by the words of philosopher and mystic Simone Weil: “We have to try to cure our faults by attention and not by will.” Will had certainly failed her; perhaps the answer lay in attention to her wandering mind and heart? Inspired by this possibility, she set out to find a spirituality that could meet her longings and prove capacious enough to hold the dark side of human nature.The book tracks her pursuit as she practices social distancing among the academics and artists of her Midwestern college town; attends conferences as part of the AI commentariat when the world opens again; traces her evangelical roots at a Bible camp on the dunes of Lake Michigan, and reminisces about her early years lost to drinking. Faced at midlife with the temptation to blow it all up, she seeks the grounding consolations of marriage, friendship, political engagement, and art. She makes a case for finding beauty in what is good.Written with the sparkling intellect and searching rigor that are Meghan O’Gieblyn’s signature, Will and Attention is a singular memoir of recovery and discovery that plumbs the elusive nature of our power over ourselves.","<b>In this luminous memoir of secret drinking, fragile recovery, and the deep pull of religion, award-winning essayist Meghan O’Gieblyn seeks to understand why it is so hard to sustain the difficult work of personal change.<br> <br>\"This is one of the best memoirs of the decade—a cool-water baptism, so bracing I felt transformed.\" —Jia Tolentino, author of <i>Trick Mirror</i><br> <br>\"An elegant and philosophical memoir about addiction whose stakes are no less than what comprises one's will to live.\" —Melissa Febos, author of <i>The Dry Season</i></b><br><br>After leaving evangelical Christianity in her early twenties, kicking an addiction, and building a life as a writer, Meghan O’Gieblyn was admired by her friends for having a strong will. Then, in her late thirties, she began secretly attending Catholic mass and meeting with a priest to discuss conversion. After eleven years of sobriety, she began drinking again. Both returns—to organized religion and to alcohol—felt to her like a regression, a personal defeat. Knowledge and determination had proven useless when it came to her most vexing personal battles.<br><br>In <i>Will and Attention,</i> O’Gieblyn captures those perplexing days. Soon after her return to sobriety, she looked to a series of spiritual texts for answers and began putting them in conversation with her life. She was struck by the words of philosopher and mystic Simone Weil: “We have to try to cure our faults by attention and not by will.”  Will had certainly failed her; perhaps the answer lay in attention to her wandering mind and heart? Inspired by this possibility, she set out to find a spirituality that could meet her longings and prove capacious enough to hold the dark side of human nature.<br><br>The book tracks her pursuit as she practices social distancing among the academics and artists of her Midwestern college town; attends conferences as part of the AI commentariat when the world opens again; traces her evangelical roots at a Bible camp on the dunes of Lake Michigan, and reminisces about her early years lost to drinking. Faced at midlife with the temptation to blow it all up, she seeks the grounding consolations of marriage, friendship, political engagement, and art. She makes a case for finding beauty in what is good.<br><br>Written with the sparkling intellect and searching rigor that are Meghan O’Gieblyn’s signature, <i>Will and Attention</i> is a singular memoir of recovery and discovery that plumbs the elusive nature of our power over ourselves.",{"_675":14043,"_36":14044,"_944":12373,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":14047},{"_5667":14045,"_5669":14046},{"_5643":14035},{"_5614":14022},{"_5614":2162},{"_5614":6224},[14008,-5,-5,14009,14010,-5,14011,14012,14013,14014,14015,-5,14016,14017,-5,14018,-5,-5],{"_675":14033,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":14034},{"_675":14032,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":6224},{"_675":14031,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":6224},{"_675":14030,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":6255},{"_675":14028,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":14029},{"_675":14026,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":14027},{"_675":14024,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":14025},{"_675":14023,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":14021,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":14022},{"_675":14020,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2162},{"_675":14019,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},"gid://shopify/Metafield/75088238575857","gid://shopify/Metafield/75088237592817","gid://shopify/Metafield/195707617149169","[\"Recently Reviewed (p10276)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/75088238477553","gid://shopify/Metafield/75088238117105","1149137064","gid://shopify/Metafield/75088238805233","Will-and-Attention/Meghan-OGieblyn","gid://shopify/Metafield/75088552984817","[{\"id\":\"129930257T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>A <i>NEW YORK TIMES </i>EDITORS' CHOICE | A <i>NEW YORKER </i>BOOK TO READ THIS FALL</b><br/><br/>\\\"This mesmerizing book, suffused with suffering and joy, ambivalence and insight, is itself an attempt to find a sense of wholeness — even if it is momentary and elusive, generated less by acts of will than by moments of grace.\\\"<br/><b>—</b><i><b>The New York Times Book Review<br/><br/></b></i>“A remarkable memoir. . . . <i>Will and Attention</i> is more complex and surprising than its form suggests. . . . One fascination of this brave book—brave in its disclosures but more so in its demands, its spiritual rigor, and its ardent intellectualism—lies in watching the eloquent, intelligent sufferer steadily entrapping herself. . . . [A] remarkably honest spiritual journal.”<br/>—<b><i>The New Yorker</i></b><br/><br/>“[A] bracing memoir of religion and addiction. . . . “Memoir” may be too limiting of a category for the kind of book O’Gieblyn has written. <i>Will and Attention</i> is a raw account of the author’s mid-life relapse, rich in first-person detail like any good memoir. It’s also a probing examination of the concept of the will itself. . . . One of the thrills of this book is the sheer range of religious and philosophical texts O’Gieblyn scours for answers. . . . O’Gieblyn’s reading of these thinkers is personal and exacting. . . . <i>Will and Attention</i> is an extraordinary exercise in paying attention. There’s unlikely to be anything quite like it around the next corner.”<br/>—<b><i>Sojourners</i></b><br/><br/>“O’Gieblyn, in the span of its pages, successfully manages to turn the authorial gaze fully on herself and the twinned problems introduced in its title: will, as in the idea of free will and to will to change our lives, and the attention we pay to self-examination and the world around us. Drawing on the French philosopher Simone Weil, the German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer, Catholic theology, and more, O’Gieblyn produces an addiction memoir that transcends the form, and offers a salient exploration of what varieties of care and attention we owe ourselves and others.”<br/><b>—</b><i><b>The Baffler</b></i><br/><br/>“I was instantly helpless before Meghan O’Gieblyn’s <i>Will and Attention</i>, which spoke with a kind of flaying clarity and graceful consolation to a set of questions about worth, depravity, intention, and practice that scaffold my entire experience of the world. O’Gieblyn brings profound rigor to an examination of terrifying malleability; she is philosophically unrestricted while being uncompromising in her honesty about confusion and doubt. This is one of the best memoirs of the decade—a cool-water baptism, so bracing I felt transformed.”<br/><b>—Jia Tolentino, <i>New Yorker</i> culture critic and author of <i>Trick Mirror</i></b><br/><br/>“An elegant and philosophical memoir about addiction whose stakes are no less than what comprises one's will to live, what it means to be good, and the worth of devotion. I savored equally O'Gieblyn's sentences and the turns of her thought—at once precise as the cut of a razor and as pleasurably discursive as Montaigne.”<br/><b>—Melissa Febos, author of <i>Girlhood</i> and <i>The Dry Season</i></b><br/><br/>“Meghan O’Gieblyn is a seeker, a wry skeptic, a spiritual explorer, and a beautiful writer. <i>Will and Attention </i>amounts to a brilliant portrait of a brilliant person: gentle, melancholy, bracing, and astute.”<br/><b>—Lorrie Moore, author of <i>Birds of America</i> and <i>Self-Help<br/></i></b><br/>“Most memoirs look retroactively at—and therefore create—the story of the self. <i>Will and Attention </i>has dispensed with the notion that this is possible. Instead, Meghan O’Gieblyn explores the recursive nature of struggle, the untidiness of growth, and the humility of being human. <i>Will and Attention</i> is a profound act of personal, spiritual, and philosophical inquiry. I’ll be thinking about this book for a long time.”<br/><b>—Chloe Benjamin, author of <i>The Immortalists </i>and <i>The Anatomy of Dreams<br/></i></b><br/>“O’Gieblyn’s memoir is a reminder of the power that is dormant in philosophy and poetry, fragments of human insight that lie ready to speak to us in times of need.”<br/><b>—Clare Mac Cumhaill and Rachael Wiseman, co-authors of <i>Metaphysical Animals<br/></i></b><br/>“<i>Will and Attention</i> is a gorgeous meditation on recovery, humanity, and spirituality. With profound wisdom, Meghan O'Gieblyn has penned a memoir that asks what it takes for us to return—and commit—to the goodness of our truest selves.”<br/><b>—Qian Julie Wang, author of <i>Beautiful Country</i></b><br/><br/>“An utterly compelling exploration of the mysteries of the human heart for anyone who’s fallen down and struggled to find forgiveness as they rise back up.”<br/><b>—Quan Barry, author of <i>We Ride Upon Sticks </i>and <i>The Unveiling</i></b><br/><br/>“<i>Will and Attention</i> is a feat of uncommon honesty. O'Gieblyn's intellectual rigor and spiritual bravery land her in the firmament of the finest thinkers to take up these two vast, essential, and entwined subjects, among them Simone Weil, Iris Murdoch and Carl Jung. A bracing, beautiful book that reads like a fortifying talk with an intimate companion. Mesmerizing, invigorating, and profound.”<br/><b>—Claire Vaye Watkins, author of <i>Gold Fame Citrus</i> and <i>I Love You But I’ve Chosen Darkness<br/><br/></i> </b>“Staggering. This is the single best book about the relationship between faith and addiction I have ever read, which, by definition, makes it the single best book about addiction I have ever read. A prayer to recovery in the deepest sense of the word: the reclamation of something fundamental. It turns out the God-shaped hole was book-shaped all along.”<br/><b>—Keiran Goddard, author of <i>I See Buildings Fall Like Lightning<br/><br/></i></b>“Oof! It's as if I've just watched a shadowboxing match between discipline & discipleship, between will & the search for wholeness. Meghan O'Gieblyn has written the strangest, most lyrical, imminently engrossing memoir-cum-poetics of doubt & self-learning.”<b><i><br/>—</i>Anna Badkhen, author of <i>Bright Unbearable Reality<br/></i><br/></b>\\\"Meghan O’Gieblyn’s mind is an astonishing place. Her thoughts, ideas, and connections, are ricocheting and forming spectacular creations that are the epitome of what a brain at its most powerful can achieve. The philosophies she leans upon, builds on, and blasts wide open, are ones that, until I read her analyses of them, I managed to take at face value. Words themselves enter complicated ground in her capable deconstruction. . . . This is a stupendous and mind-expanding book, written by someone whose intellect is one to which I bow down. . . . This is. . . about the burning core at the center of our selves, where it is that desire stems from, and where it can lead, and whether the final destination of <i>truth</i> is somewhere that we will ever reach. Intricate and humane, with a depth of thinking that is a blessing to behold, <i>Will and Attention</i> is a book that will hold your presence completely, and will be remembered forever in its wake.\\\"<br/>—<i><b>Lit Hub<br/></b></i><br/>\\\"O’Gieblyn uses her lapses to do some exhilaratingly deep thinking about the meaning and purpose of her life. A novelistic, thrillingly confessional memoir.\\\"<br/><b>—</b><i><b>Kirkus Reviews </b></i><b>(starred review)<br/></b><br/>\\\"Luminous. . . . Both funny and sad, this memoir interleaved with philosophy is a compelling and thought-provoking read that will capture the heart and mind. A beautiful story of wrestling with addiction and religion that will delight all memoir readers or those considering the place of technology and attention.\\\"<br/>—<i><b>Library Journal </b></i><b>(starred review)<br/><br/></b>\\\"[An] extraordinary memoir that is as much philosophical and theological exploration as it is a narrative of personal struggle. . . . Against a backdrop of technology’s sprint toward humanlike intelligence (a topic O’Gieblyn explored in her book <i>God, Human, Animal, Machine</i>), this memoir’s depiction of anguish, unwieldy desire, and wonder is especially resonant. . . . The achievement of this memoir is its hard-won apprehension of beauty and its wonder at the sheer existence of the world.”<br/>—<i><b>Commonweal</b></i><br/><br/><i>\\\"Will and Attention</i> takes readers on an intellectual journey as O'Gieblyn attempts to reconfigure the narratives of her life and her recovery, to master her divided will and conflicting desires. . . . O'Gieblyn succeeds, telling her story with stunning clarity, cutting easily through complex concepts and draping every scene in color, light, and motion. A moving and astute examination of addiction, longing, and grace, <i>Will and Attention</i> is deeply worthy of readers' attention.\\\"<br/>—<i><b>Shelf Awareness </b></i><b>(starred review)</b><br/><br/>\\\"[A] sophisticated self-portrait from essayist O’Gieblyn. . . . Throughout, O’Gieblyn’s refined prose captures the hidden tide that pulls a person back into dependency, and the ways that the “discipline of attention” acts as an “avenue toward self-knowledge” when willpower fails. Those who’ve grappled with their own addictions will relate.’’<b><br/>—<i>Publishers Weekly<br/><br/></i></b>“This unconventional memoir pairs a moving personal narrative with reflections on life’s essential questions . . . The result is a thought-provoking, poignant, and inspiring memoir about using intellect to pursue clarity and personal transformation.”<br/><b><i>—Booklist <br/></i><br/></b>\"},{\"id\":\"131193231T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>A <i>NEW YORK TIMES </i>EDITORS' CHOICE A <i>NEW YORKER </i>BOOK TO READ THIS FALL</b> <p/>\\\"This mesmerizing book, suffused with suffering and joy, ambivalence and insight, is itself an attempt to find a sense of wholeness -- even if it is momentary and elusive, generated less by acts of will than by moments of grace.\\\"<br/><b>--</b><i><b>The New York Times Book Review <p/></b></i>\\\"A remarkable memoir. . . . <i>Will and Attention</i> is more complex and surprising than its form suggests. . . . One fascination of this brave book--brave in its disclosures but more so in its demands, its spiritual rigor, and its ardent intellectualism--lies in watching the eloquent, intelligent sufferer steadily entrapping herself. . . . [A] remarkably honest spiritual journal.\\\"<br/>--<b><i>The New Yorker</i></b> <p/>\\\"[A] bracing memoir of religion and addiction. . . . \\\"Memoir\\\" may be too limiting of a category for the kind of book O'Gieblyn has written. <i>Will and Attention</i> is a raw account of the author's mid-life relapse, rich in first-person detail like any good memoir. It's also a probing examination of the concept of the will itself. . . . One of the thrills of this book is the sheer range of religious and philosophical texts O'Gieblyn scours for answers. . . . O'Gieblyn's reading of these thinkers is personal and exacting. . . . <i>Will and Attention</i> is an extraordinary exercise in paying attention. There's unlikely to be anything quite like it around the next corner.\\\"<br/>--<b><i>Sojourners</i></b> <p/>\\\"O'Gieblyn, in the span of its pages, successfully manages to turn the authorial gaze fully on herself and the twinned problems introduced in its title: will, as in the idea of free will and to will to change our lives, and the attention we pay to self-examination and the world around us. Drawing on the French philosopher Simone Weil, the German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer, Catholic theology, and more, O'Gieblyn produces an addiction memoir that transcends the form, and offers a salient exploration of what varieties of care and attention we owe ourselves and others.\\\"<br/><b>--</b><i><b>The Baffler</b></i> <p/>\\\"I was instantly helpless before Meghan O'Gieblyn's <i>Will and Attention</i>, which spoke with a kind of flaying clarity and graceful consolation to a set of questions about worth, depravity, intention, and practice that scaffold my entire experience of the world. O'Gieblyn brings profound rigor to an examination of terrifying malleability; she is philosophically unrestricted while being uncompromising in her honesty about confusion and doubt. This is one of the best memoirs of the decade--a cool-water baptism, so bracing I felt transformed.\\\"<br/><b>--Jia Tolentino, <i>New Yorker</i> culture critic and author of <i>Trick Mirror</i></b> <p/>\\\"An elegant and philosophical memoir about addiction whose stakes are no less than what comprises one's will to live, what it means to be good, and the worth of devotion. I savored equally O'Gieblyn's sentences and the turns of her thought--at once precise as the cut of a razor and as pleasurably discursive as Montaigne.\\\"<br/><b>--Melissa Febos, author of <i>Girlhood</i> and <i>The Dry Season</i></b> <p/>\\\"Meghan O'Gieblyn is a seeker, a wry skeptic, a spiritual explorer, and a beautiful writer. <i>Will and Attention </i>amounts to a brilliant portrait of a brilliant person: gentle, melancholy, bracing, and astute.\\\"<br/><b>--Lorrie Moore, author of <i>Birds of America</i> and <i>Self-Help<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"Most memoirs look retroactively at--and therefore create--the story of the self. <i>Will and Attention </i>has dispensed with the notion that this is possible. Instead, Meghan O'Gieblyn explores the recursive nature of struggle, the untidiness of growth, and the humility of being human. <i>Will and Attention</i> is a profound act of personal, spiritual, and philosophical inquiry. I'll be thinking about this book for a long time.\\\"<br/><b>--Chloe Benjamin, author of <i>The Immortalists </i>and <i>The Anatomy of Dreams<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"O'Gieblyn's memoir is a reminder of the power that is dormant in philosophy and poetry, fragments of human insight that lie ready to speak to us in times of need.\\\"<br/><b>--Clare Mac Cumhaill and Rachael Wiseman, co-authors of <i>Metaphysical Animals<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"<i>Will and Attention</i> is a gorgeous meditation on recovery, humanity, and spirituality. With profound wisdom, Meghan O'Gieblyn has penned a memoir that asks what it takes for us to return--and commit--to the goodness of our truest selves.\\\"<br/><b>--Qian Julie Wang, author of <i>Beautiful Country</i></b> <p/>\\\"An utterly compelling exploration of the mysteries of the human heart for anyone who's fallen down and struggled to find forgiveness as they rise back up.\\\"<br/><b>--Quan Barry, author of <i>We Ride Upon Sticks </i>and <i>The Unveiling</i></b> <p/>\\\"<i>Will and Attention</i> is a feat of uncommon honesty. O'Gieblyn's intellectual rigor and spiritual bravery land her in the firmament of the finest thinkers to take up these two vast, essential, and entwined subjects, among them Simone Weil, Iris Murdoch and Carl Jung. A bracing, beautiful book that reads like a fortifying talk with an intimate companion. Mesmerizing, invigorating, and profound.\\\"<br/><b>--Claire Vaye Watkins, author of <i>Gold Fame Citrus</i> and <i>I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness <p/></i> </b>\\\"Staggering. This is the single best book about the relationship between faith and addiction I have ever read, which, by definition, makes it the single best book about addiction I have ever read. A prayer to recovery in the deepest sense of the word: the reclamation of something fundamental. It turns out the God-shaped hole was book-shaped all along.\\\"<br/><b>--Keiran Goddard, author of <i>I See Buildings Fall Like Lightning <p/></i></b>\\\"Oof! It's as if I've just watched a shadowboxing match between discipline & discipleship, between will & the search for wholeness. Meghan O'Gieblyn has written the strangest, most lyrical, imminently engrossing memoir-cum-poetics of doubt & self-learning.\\\"<b><i><br/>--</i>Anna Badkhen, author of <i>Bright Unbearable Reality<br/></i><br/></b>\\\"Meghan O'Gieblyn's mind is an astonishing place. Her thoughts, ideas, and connections, are ricocheting and forming spectacular creations that are the epitome of what a brain at its most powerful can achieve. The philosophies she leans upon, builds on, and blasts wide open, are ones that, until I read her analyses of them, I managed to take at face value. Words themselves enter complicated ground in her capable deconstruction. . . . This is a stupendous and mind-expanding book, written by someone whose intellect is one to which I bow down. . . . This is. . . about the burning core at the center of our selves, where it is that desire stems from, and where it can lead, and whether the final destination of <i>truth</i> is somewhere that we will ever reach. Intricate and humane, with a depth of thinking that is a blessing to behold, <i>Will and Attention</i> is a book that will hold your presence completely, and will be remembered forever in its wake.\\\"<br/>--<i><b>Lit Hub<br/></b></i><br/>\\\"O'Gieblyn uses her lapses to do some exhilaratingly deep thinking about the meaning and purpose of her life. A novelistic, thrillingly confessional memoir.\\\"<br/><b>--</b><i><b>Kirkus Reviews </b></i><b>(starred review)<br/></b><br/>\\\"Luminous. . . . Both funny and sad, this memoir interleaved with philosophy is a compelling and thought-provoking read that will capture the heart and mind. A beautiful story of wrestling with addiction and religion that will delight all memoir readers or those considering the place of technology and attention.\\\"<br/>--<i><b>Library Journal </b></i><b>(starred review) <p/></b>\\\"[An] extraordinary memoir that is as much philosophical and theological exploration as it is a narrative of personal struggle. . . . Against a backdrop of technology's sprint toward humanlike intelligence (a topic O'Gieblyn explored in her book <i>God, Human, Animal, Machine</i>), this memoir's depiction of anguish, unwieldy desire, and wonder is especially resonant. . . . The achievement of this memoir is its hard-won apprehension of beauty and its wonder at the sheer existence of the world.\\\"<br/>--<i><b>Commonweal</b></i> <p/><i>\\\"Will and Attention</i> takes readers on an intellectual journey as O'Gieblyn attempts to reconfigure the narratives of her life and her recovery, to master her divided will and conflicting desires. . . . O'Gieblyn succeeds, telling her story with stunning clarity, cutting easily through complex concepts and draping every scene in color, light, and motion. A moving and astute examination of addiction, longing, and grace, <i>Will and Attention</i> is deeply worthy of readers' attention.\\\"<br/>--<i><b>Shelf Awareness </b></i><b>(starred review)</b> <p/>\\\"[A] sophisticated self-portrait from essayist O'Gieblyn. . . . Throughout, O'Gieblyn's refined prose captures the hidden tide that pulls a person back into dependency, and the ways that the \\\"discipline of attention\\\" acts as an \\\"avenue toward self-knowledge\\\" when willpower fails. Those who've grappled with their own addictions will relate.''<b><br/>--<i>Publishers Weekly <p/></i></b>\\\"This unconventional memoir pairs a moving personal narrative with reflections on life's essential questions . . . The result is a thought-provoking, poignant, and inspiring memoir about using intellect to pursue clarity and personal transformation.\\\"<br/><b><i>--Booklist <br/></i><br/></b>\"},{\"id\":\"135241802T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>A fascinating and empathetic account of recovery and discovery in a woman’s life. Megan O’Gieblyn grapples with spirituality, alcoholism and identity, and finds purpose in the beauty of life and art in this eye-opening memoir.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"121826723T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>MEGHAN O'GIEBLYN is a writer and the author of <i>God, Human, Animal, Machine</i>, a finalist for the <i>Los Angeles Times</i> Book Prize in Science & Technology. Her first book, <i>Interior States</i>, won the 2018 Believer Book Award for nonfiction.  Her criticism and essays have appeared in <i>Harper's Magazine</i>, <i>The New Yorker</i>, <i>n+1</i>, <i>The Point</i>, <i>The Baffler</i>,<i> Wired</i>,<i> The New York Review of Books</i>, <i>The Guardian</i>, <i>The New York Times, </i>and other publications.</p>\"}]","gid://shopify/Metafield/75088238543089","gid://shopify/Metafield/75088238182641","gid://shopify/Metafield/75088238510321","gid://shopify/Metafield/75088238313713","[{\"contributorId\":19682230,\"fullName\":\"Meghan O'Gieblyn\",\"jobName\":\"Author\",\"sequenceNumber\":1}]",[14036],{"_675":14037,"_5585":628,"_5647":628,"_5648":-5,"_659":14038,"_4148":14039,"_1281":14040,"_5652":14041,"_5654":2162,"_638":5655,"_5656":-5},"gid://shopify/ProductVariant/47651636478193",{"_675":14043,"_36":14044,"_5665":-5,"_944":12373,"_939":1592},{"_5659":11565,"_5661":5662},{"_638":13997,"_673":2162},[14042],{"_2869":5658,"_5614":5655},"gid://shopify/ProductImage/48358513180913","https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0674/5433/7265/files/9780385551571_p0.jpg?v=1773716198",{"_5659":5671,"_5661":5662},{"_5659":5671,"_5661":5662},{"_5659":11565,"_5661":5662},{"_5573":5574,"_675":2168,"_638":14049,"_5576":6224,"_673":2167,"_4064":14050,"_5579":14051,"_5581":14052,"_5583":14053,"_5585":628,"_5586":14054,"_5588":14055,"_5590":14056,"_4146":14057,"_5592":14058,"_5594":-5,"_5595":14059},"Every Story Is a Love Story: A Novel","From the New York Times bestselling author of Behold the Dreamers and How Beautiful We Were, a captivating novel about love lost—and the weight of regret“Every Story Is a Love Story is a deeply moving, beautifully told novel about grief, regret, anger, forgiveness, and the insistent resilience of the human heart. Imbolo Mbue’s generosity on the page is breathtaking.”—Patrick Ryan, author of BuckeyeWhat if I’d never gotten into that car? What if I’d pulled out of the driveway five minutes earlier, or ten minutes later?Three years ago, Wolo’s wife was killed in a tragic car accident. In an instant, the great love of his life was gone, and so was their beautiful future. In the face of a loss that seemed insurmountable, Wolo has slowly rebuilt a semblance of a life: he goes to work, hangs out with a small circle of friends, and fends off the matchmaking efforts of the older women in his family. The grief that dogged him has, with time, become a little gentler.Until a letter arrives one day, unbidden, threatening to upend his life once again. It is from Victoria, the woman who was behind the wheel that terrible day. Wolo’s family pastor tells him the letter is the work of the devil; his mother expressly forbids him from making further mention of it; his father’s second wife calls, from Cameroon, to tell him to destroy it. But Wolo ponders it for days, and ultimately agrees to meet with the woman who killed his wife. When he does, the compassion and deep remorse of the woman affects him in ways he had never imagined, and he begins to wonder if the long road to healing can be shared. What do we owe to those who have hurt us? Are we defined by our worst moments and our deepest regrets? And, more than anything, can forgiveness ease our suffering? Moving and full of life, Every Story Is a Love Story charts the uneven path from heartbreak to healing.","<b>From the <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of <i>Behold the Dreamers</i> and <i>How Beautiful We Were</i>, a captivating novel about love lost—and the weight of regret<br><br>“<i>Every Story Is a Love Story</i> is a deeply moving, beautifully told novel about grief, regret, anger, forgiveness, and the insistent resilience of the human heart. Imbolo Mbue’s generosity on the page is breathtaking.”—Patrick Ryan, author of <i>Buckeye</i></b><br><br><i>What if I’d never gotten into that car? What if I’d pulled out of the driveway five minutes earlier, or ten minutes later?</i><br><br>Three years ago, Wolo’s wife was killed in a tragic car accident. In an instant, the great love of his life was gone, and so was their beautiful future. In the face of a loss that seemed insurmountable, Wolo has slowly rebuilt a semblance of a life: he goes to work, hangs out with a small circle of friends, and fends off the matchmaking efforts of the older women in his family. The grief that dogged him has, with time, become a little gentler.<br><br>Until a letter arrives one day, unbidden, threatening to upend his life once again. It is from Victoria, the woman who was behind the wheel that terrible day. Wolo’s family pastor tells him the letter is the work of the devil; his mother expressly forbids him from making further mention of it; his father’s second wife calls, from Cameroon, to tell him to destroy it. But Wolo ponders it for days, and ultimately agrees to meet with the woman who killed his wife. When he does, the compassion and deep remorse of the woman affects him in ways he had never imagined, and he begins to wonder if the long road to healing can be shared. <br><br>What do we owe to those who have hurt us? 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Everyone says so. They say I can’t live with this guilt forever, that no one deserves to live with this level of regret. The past is gone, long gone, I must free myself of it. And I will free myself of it, they say, because time heals; the sun will surely rise no matter how long and cold the night. I’m grateful to them for saying it, but I doubt it’ll happen; I’m just not convinced I’ll ever stop asking myself questions that begin with “what if.” What if I’d never gotten into that car? What if I’d pulled out of the driveway five minutes earlier, or ten minutes later? What if I’d decided to skip the gym that morning? Why didn’t I just sleep in? Such thoughts and wonderings, they’re endless. I try to wrestle my mind away from them, but too often I fail and let myself ponder. What would I give to return to that place and undo it all.<br/><br/>In the days and weeks after the accident, when I was in the worst darkness I’ve ever fallen into, everyone from my father and brother to my friends told me to show myself compassion, to not forget that I’m a good person. My former therapist said that the kindest thing I could do was to remember that one act cannot define anyone, that what happened that day will never define me. Perhaps, but that doesn’t change the fact that I did what I did and it can never be undone—­that is what makes it so hard for me to forgive myself. I can’t change the past and that fills me with such remorse. Slowly, I’m beginning to accept that the act of forgiving oneself is an impossibility for all but the most liberated of souls, and me, I’m no liberated soul, much as I yearn to be.<br/><br/>Why am I writing you this letter, then, if there’s little chance I’ll ever forgive myself? It’s possible you won’t even read this, but I’m writing it either way because I need to. My new therapist discouraged me from contacting you. He said I still have a lot more healing to do before I should consider meeting you. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I met Shiraz. I imagine Shiraz told you everything? He was so kind to me, far more than I deserved that day.<br/><br/>I couldn’t sleep the night after I met him, I knew I had to write to you, there’s so much I wanted to say to you directly, so I started this letter. This is the seventh or eighth draft of it, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever written. If you end up getting this and reading it, I hope you won’t be mad at Shiraz for bringing it to you, it’s all completely my fault, everything that has led us to this moment is my fault, and for that I will be eternally sorry.<br/><br/>For three years I’ve been dreaming of meeting you.<br/><br/>Actually, I’ve been having nightmares about meeting you. In most of the dreams, you’re about to kill me. We’re in some awful-­looking place and I’m on my knees, or there are walls and I can’t escape. You have a gun, and I can tell I’m about to get my punishment. I never see your face, but I know that if there’s one person on this earth who would want to watch me suffer and die, it would be you. I’ve never liked the word <i>hate,</i> not since I was a child, because my father discouraged us from using it at home. It’s too strong a word, he would say, use something lighter. Now, sadly, I understand why the word exists—­who wouldn’t hate me in your position?<br/><br/>I have no right to ask anything of you, but if you’re ever interested in meeting me, I’ll do everything possible to meet you wherever works best for you, whenever you’d like. I’m desperate for your forgiveness but asking for it in a letter doesn’t seem adequate, I very much wish to do so in person. I can’t imagine how hard meeting me will be for you, but I promise I’ll do my best to not make it any harder. I’ll make every effort to stay composed as I ask you if you could ever find it in your heart to forgive me. And if you tell me that you’ll never forgive me, I’ll completely understand.<br/><br/>You owe me nothing. I owe you everything.<br/><br/>I can’t bring back what you lost, so why would you even want to meet with me? What good would meeting me do for you? I don’t know. I can’t say I’ll come with anything but a load of sadness. I can’t even say that I’m sure meeting you will help me much, but I must tell you to your face how sorry I am, how broken my heart still is for you, for your family, for all who suffered because of that day and continue to suffer because of it. My pain is nothing compared to yours, but in the most terrible way, our broken hearts will be forever linked. My therapist reminded me again last session that it was an accident. Accidents happen, he said. You didn’t intend to harm anyone; you didn’t set out that day to destroy anyone’s life. And yet, destroy I did. It hurts so much.<br/><br/>I wonder, often, how you’re doing. I’m not the most praying person, but every year, on the anniversary, I say a prayer for you. I pray that you’ve found a measure of peace, however small. I pray that you’ve found new sources of joy, even if it all greatly pales in comparison to the joy you once had. I pray, also, that your memories of that awful day and the days and weeks after are receding, and the ones of the happier days you had before the accident are now more dominant in your mind. I pray for you by name, because I may not know much about you, but I know your name. And I’ll never forget her name. Such a beautiful name. I’ve never dared to google either one of you, though I’m curious about what her name means and who she was besides the name and the face that the media reported. I imagine all the wonderful things she surely was, and that alone is enough to multiply my sorrow.<br/><br/>Will I feel better if you tell me that you’re doing much better than I think you might be? Gosh, yes. I’ll be beside myself with gratitude if I find out that you and your loved ones are making a recovery, but I’m not asking for a meeting to assuage my guilt. I’m not asking to meet so I can convince myself that despite my action everything will be all right for you and your family. Everything will never be all right. We’ll never be all right. But maybe we’ll find some kind of healing if we meet? Maybe you offering me forgiveness will lighten each of our loads a little bit? Please know that if you decide not to meet me, I’ll hold nothing against you. I’ll tell myself that perhaps the time isn’t right for you. But if on any day you’re ready, my email address and phone number are at the top of this page. If you ever feel ready, name the place and time and I’ll be there.<br/><br/>With a broken heart,<br/><br/><i>Victoria Snow</i>\"},{\"id\":\"133265893T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>| Chapter One |<br/></b> <br/>Someday I’ll forgive myself. Everyone says so. They say I can’t live with this guilt forever, that no one deserves to live with this level of regret. The past is gone, long gone, I must free myself of it. And I will free myself of it, they say, because time heals; the sun will surely rise no matter how long and cold the night. I’m grateful to them for saying it, but I doubt it’ll happen; I’m just not convinced I’ll ever stop asking myself questions that begin with “what if.” What if I’d never gotten into that car? What if I’d pulled out of the driveway five minutes earlier, or ten minutes later? What if I’d decided to skip the gym that morning? Why didn’t I just sleep in? Such thoughts and wonderings, they’re endless. I try to wrestle my mind away from them, but too often I fail and let myself ponder. What would I give to return to that place and undo it all.<br/><br/>In the days and weeks after the accident, when I was in the worst darkness I’ve ever fallen into, everyone from my father and brother to my friends told me to show myself compassion, to not forget that I’m a good person. My former therapist said that the kindest thing I could do was to remember that one act cannot define anyone, that what happened that day will never define me. Perhaps, but that doesn’t change the fact that I did what I did and it can never be undone—­that is what makes it so hard for me to forgive myself. I can’t change the past and that fills me with such remorse. Slowly, I’m beginning to accept that the act of forgiving oneself is an impossibility for all but the most liberated of souls, and me, I’m no liberated soul, much as I yearn to be.<br/><br/>Why am I writing you this letter, then, if there’s little chance I’ll ever forgive myself? It’s possible you won’t even read this, but I’m writing it either way because I need to. My new therapist discouraged me from contacting you. He said I still have a lot more healing to do before I should consider meeting you. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I met Shiraz. I imagine Shiraz told you everything? He was so kind to me, far more than I deserved that day.<br/><br/>I couldn’t sleep the night after I met him, I knew I had to write to you, there’s so much I wanted to say to you directly, so I started this letter. This is the seventh or eighth draft of it, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever written. If you end up getting this and reading it, I hope you won’t be mad at Shiraz for bringing it to you, it’s all completely my fault, everything that has led us to this moment is my fault, and for that I will be eternally sorry.<br/><br/>For three years I’ve been dreaming of meeting you.<br/><br/>Actually, I’ve been having nightmares about meeting you. In most of the dreams, you’re about to kill me. We’re in some awful-­looking place and I’m on my knees, or there are walls and I can’t escape. You have a gun, and I can tell I’m about to get my punishment. I never see your face, but I know that if there’s one person on this earth who would want to watch me suffer and die, it would be you. I’ve never liked the word <i>hate,</i> not since I was a child, because my father discouraged us from using it at home. It’s too strong a word, he would say, use something lighter. Now, sadly, I understand why the word exists—­who wouldn’t hate me in your position?<br/><br/>I have no right to ask anything of you, but if you’re ever interested in meeting me, I’ll do everything possible to meet you wherever works best for you, whenever you’d like. I’m desperate for your forgiveness but asking for it in a letter doesn’t seem adequate, I very much wish to do so in person. I can’t imagine how hard meeting me will be for you, but I promise I’ll do my best to not make it any harder. I’ll make every effort to stay composed as I ask you if you could ever find it in your heart to forgive me. And if you tell me that you’ll never forgive me, I’ll completely understand.<br/><br/>You owe me nothing. I owe you everything.<br/><br/>I can’t bring back what you lost, so why would you even want to meet with me? What good would meeting me do for you? I don’t know. I can’t say I’ll come with anything but a load of sadness. I can’t even say that I’m sure meeting you will help me much, but I must tell you to your face how sorry I am, how broken my heart still is for you, for your family, for all who suffered because of that day and continue to suffer because of it. My pain is nothing compared to yours, but in the most terrible way, our broken hearts will be forever linked. My therapist reminded me again last session that it was an accident. Accidents happen, he said. You didn’t intend to harm anyone; you didn’t set out that day to destroy anyone’s life. And yet, destroy I did. It hurts so much.<br/><br/>I wonder, often, how you’re doing. I’m not the most praying person, but every year, on the anniversary, I say a prayer for you. I pray that you’ve found a measure of peace, however small. I pray that you’ve found new sources of joy, even if it all greatly pales in comparison to the joy you once had. I pray, also, that your memories of that awful day and the days and weeks after are receding, and the ones of the happier days you had before the accident are now more dominant in your mind. I pray for you by name, because I may not know much about you, but I know your name. And I’ll never forget her name. Such a beautiful name. I’ve never dared to google either one of you, though I’m curious about what her name means and who she was besides the name and the face that the media reported. I imagine all the wonderful things she surely was, and that alone is enough to multiply my sorrow.<br/><br/>Will I feel better if you tell me that you’re doing much better than I think you might be? Gosh, yes. I’ll be beside myself with gratitude if I find out that you and your loved ones are making a recovery, but I’m not asking for a meeting to assuage my guilt. I’m not asking to meet so I can convince myself that despite my action everything will be all right for you and your family. Everything will never be all right. We’ll never be all right. But maybe we’ll find some kind of healing if we meet? Maybe you offering me forgiveness will lighten each of our loads a little bit? Please know that if you decide not to meet me, I’ll hold nothing against you. I’ll tell myself that perhaps the time isn’t right for you. But if on any day you’re ready, my email address and phone number are at the top of this page. If you ever feel ready, name the place and time and I’ll be there.<br/><br/>With a broken heart,<br/><br/><i>Victoria Snow</i>\"},{\"id\":\"124006862T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"“<i>Every Story Is a Love Story </i>is a deeply moving, beautifully told novel about grief, regret, anger, forgiveness, and the insistent resilience of the human heart. Imbolo Mbue's generosity on the page is breathtaking.”<b>—Patrick Ryan, author of <i>Buckeye</i></b><br/><br/>“Imbolo Mbue understands better than any writer I know how people can hurt, fear, find, and help to heal each other across cultures, races, and genders. This novel is so intimately smart and tender, emotionally wrenching, charming, funny, romantic, jaw-dropping, and elating. I feel so grateful to have read it.” <b>—Francisco Goldman, author of <i>Monkey Boy</i></b><br/><br/>“A book of heart-wrenching what-ifs that will keep you guessing and thinking about loss, forgiveness, family, and, yes, love.”<b>—Charmaine Wilkerson, author of <i>Black Cake</i></b><br/><br/>“Imbolo Mbue’s characters enter our lives with such a heart stopping precision, a reader has to remember to breathe. I was lifted up and set back down again so many times during the course of this stunning novel, that even now I find myself wondering if everyone in this world is okay. As a writer and a reader, I am better for this beautiful narrative.”<b>—Jacqueline Woodson, author of <i>Red at the Bone<br/></i></b><br/>“Imbolo Mbue questions who forgives whom and under what circumstances and why, veering close to easy answers only to set them on fire. The outward plot is captivating, but most profound as it reveals the tension between loss and love, self-interest and generosity, impulse and wisdom. Mbue’s characters become themselves as they traverse the nuanced landscape of their displacement. This remarkably insightful book will make you grow in beautiful ways.”<b>—Andrew Solomon, author of <i>A Stone Boat</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"130702777T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"<i>Every Story Is a Love Story </i>is a deeply moving, beautifully told novel about grief, regret, anger, forgiveness, and the insistent resilience of the human heart. Imbolo Mbue's generosity on the page is breathtaking.\\\"<b>--Patrick Ryan, author of <i>Buckeye</i></b> <p/>\\\"Imbolo Mbue understands better than any writer I know how people can hurt, fear, find, and help to heal each other across cultures, races, and genders. This novel is so intimately smart and tender, emotionally wrenching, charming, funny, romantic, jaw-dropping, and elating. I feel so grateful to have read it.\\\" <b>--Francisco Goldman, author of <i>Monkey Boy</i></b> <p/>\\\"A book of heart-wrenching what-ifs that will keep you guessing and thinking about loss, forgiveness, family, and, yes, love.\\\"<b>--Charmaine Wilkerson, author of <i>Black Cake</i></b> <p/>\\\"Imbolo Mbue's characters enter our lives with such a heart stopping precision, a reader has to remember to breathe. I was lifted up and set back down again so many times during the course of this stunning novel, that even now I find myself wondering if everyone in this world is okay. As a writer and a reader, I am better for this beautiful narrative.\\\"<b>--Jacqueline Woodson, author of <i>Red at the Bone<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"Imbolo Mbue questions who forgives whom and under what circumstances and why, veering close to easy answers only to set them on fire. The outward plot is captivating, but most profound as it reveals the tension between loss and love, self-interest and generosity, impulse and wisdom. Mbue's characters become themselves as they traverse the nuanced landscape of their displacement. This remarkably insightful book will make you grow in beautiful ways.\\\"<b>--Andrew Solomon, author of <i>A Stone Boat</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"134231373T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>  <em>Every Story is a Love Story</em> is a smart and tender exploration of grief. Imbolo Mbue crafts a story of regret, healing and forgiveness following a man who meets the person responsible for his wife’s fatal car accident.  </p>  \"},{\"id\":\"121826982T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>IMBOLO MBUE</b> is the author of the <i>New York Times</i> bestseller <i>Behold the Dreamers</i>, which won the PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction and was an Oprah’s Book Club selection. Her second novel, <i>How Beautiful We Were</i>, about a fictional African village’s fight against an American oil company, was named by the <i>New York Times</i> as “One of the 10 Best Books” of 2021. 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Whether it’s a feast with spilling platters or a table for two littered with small hints of intimacy, it must appear as if the people have just left the room.After accepting a commission to work on the private quarters of a medieval palace, the curator becomes absorbed in the story of a king almost forgotten by history. As she studies the traces he left behind, the boundary between her own life and his begins to blur.The King is an unlikely ruler: a man with little appetite for power, hurried to the throne after the sudden deaths of his brothers. At court, doubts about his judgment are whispered from chamber to chamber. Then an unthinkable possibility emerges among the gossip: maybe someone else will take the crown.A riveting debut from an award-winning poet, May We Feed the King is a story seen through shadows and old slips of paper, heard through cracked doors and murmured breaths. It asks how history takes shape—and how the stories that survive can distort the lives they claim to preserve. Laced with desire and longing, Perry’s novel is a searing meditation on the small details and large gaps that make up a life.","<b>FINALIST FOR THE 2026 BOOKER PRIZE</b><p><b>WINNER OF THE 2026 <i>WATERSTONES</i> DEBUT FICTION PRIZE</b></p><b>A curator is absorbed in the medieval world of a reluctant monarch in this searing debut about what becomes lost over time and what devotion can reanimate.</b><p></p><p>A curator spends her days reconstructing the past—selecting and carefully arranging furniture, fabrics, and replica food to bring medieval rooms back to life. Whether it’s a feast with spilling platters or a table for two littered with small hints of intimacy, it must appear as if the people have just left the room.</p><p>After accepting a commission to work on the private quarters of a medieval palace, the curator becomes absorbed in the story of a king almost forgotten by history. As she studies the traces he left behind, the boundary between her own life and his begins to blur.</p><p>The King is an unlikely ruler: a man with little appetite for power, hurried to the throne after the sudden deaths of his brothers. At court, doubts about his judgment are whispered from chamber to chamber. Then an unthinkable possibility emerges among the gossip: maybe someone else will take the crown.</p><p>A riveting debut from an award-winning poet, <i>May We Feed the King</i> is a story seen through shadows and old slips of paper, heard through cracked doors and murmured breaths. It asks how history takes shape—and how the stories that survive can distort the lives they claim to preserve. Laced with desire and longing, Perry’s novel is a searing meditation on the small details and large gaps that make up a life.</p>",{"_675":14153,"_36":14154,"_944":10742,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":14157},{"_5667":14155,"_5669":14156},{"_5643":14144},{"_5614":14131},{"_5614":2172},{"_5614":5577},[14117,-5,-5,14118,14119,-5,14120,14121,14122,14123,14124,-5,14125,14126,-5,14127,-5,-5],{"_675":14142,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":14143},{"_675":14141,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":5577},{"_675":14140,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":5577},{"_675":14139,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":5636},{"_675":14137,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":14138},{"_675":14135,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":14136},{"_675":14133,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":14134},{"_675":14132,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":14130,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":14131},{"_675":14129,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2172},{"_675":14128,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},"gid://shopify/Metafield/78277450301681","gid://shopify/Metafield/78277449449713","gid://shopify/Metafield/86991772680433","[\"Our Most Anticipated Books (p10162)\",\"B|Bestseller|#007C6C (p7858)\",\"Recently Reviewed (p10276)\",\"Paperbacks of the Year (p10818)\",\"Barnes & Noble Holiday Gift Guide (p5430)\",\"BADGE - Best Seller (p7883)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/78277450203377","gid://shopify/Metafield/78277449908465","1151624899","gid://shopify/Metafield/78277450531057","May-We-Feed-the-King/Rebecca-Perry","gid://shopify/Metafield/78429791781105","[{\"id\":\"134926523T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"A wonderfully enticing combination of themes, woven together with a delicacy of touch. You can't read it without reflecting on the fragile boundary between the present and the past.\\\"--<b>The Booker Prize 2026 judges</b></p>\\\"<i>May We Feed the King</i> is made up of glimpses of scenes from odd angles and perspectives, with confounding reflections, shadows and movements: rooms seen through windows or from doorways, conversations half heard. It is as though we, not the long-dead courtiers, are the ghosts, as we creep around the palace peering into its rooms dressed in careful set-pieces, trying to interpret complex and momentous events from the few clues left behind.... it richly rewards those who approach it with curiosity - just not in the ways we as readers (and as interpreters of stories in any form) have been trained to expect.\\\"<b><i>--The Guardian</i></b><p>\\\"A work of historical fiction that is about fiction, and storytelling... Robbed of any privacy, [the King] is watched at all times, by the reader as well as by his subjects, observed through a window or a crack in a storage trunk, as though we are spying on him from within. This, Perry shows, is what it is to read, whether a novel or history: to get a glimpse of a scene from just one angle, and to be left there to imagine...\\\"--<b>Lauren Elkin, </b><b> The New York Times Book Review</b><br/></p><p>\\\"A love story between the present and the past... In Rebecca Perry's novel, we witness two kinds of resurrection: that found in the art of fiction and that found in the art of curation, both bringing the dead vividly back to life.\\\"--<i>Times Literary Supplement</i></p><p>\\\"A feast for the senses... [Perry's] control of language is one of the novel's greatest pleasures. Every word is exquisitely chosen, with many consciously conveying both a taste for flavor and a grab for power.\\\"<i>--Financial Times</i></p><p></p><p>\\\"Lyrical... it bears the marks of a novelist's intricate plotting and sense of pace... Perry  stages a rich feast of images and ideas.\\\"<b>--<i>The Observer</i></b></p><p></p></p><p></p>\\\"[A] deeply affecting debut novel about an artist who stages historic sites and the ruler whose life they hope to recapture. Every page of this gorgeous meditation on the past attests to Perry's roots in poetry.\\\"--<strong><em>The Boston</em></strong></p><strong><em>Globe</em></strong></p>\\\"<i>May We Feed the King</i> playfully deconstructs the creative and ultimately corrupt processes that order personal and collective memory.\\\"--<i><b>Artforum</b></i></p>\\\"A striking and singular first novel about an unnamed curator gripped by visions of their medieval subject... It's masterful.\\\"<b>--<i>Publishers Weekly</i>, starred review</b></p>\\\"Astonishingly layered, [a] quietly witty and compassionate debut... Readers may find themselves drawn to rereading right away.\\\"--<b><i>Kirkus Reviews</i>, <i> </i>starred review</b></p>\\\"Exquisite... A banquet for those with insatiable curiosity who seek meaning among shadows.\\\"--<strong><i>Foreword Reviews</i>, starred review</strong></p>\\\"There is pleasure on every page here... [a] sense of being on the outside looking in, of piecing together narrative from disparate scenes, peering at the action from behind the curator's velvet ropes, following leads around corners, following a half-remembered line of logic in the dark, only to be unexpectedly, now and again, grabbed by the throat and pulled into the light.\\\"<b>--<i>Literary Hub</i></b></p></p>\\\"<i>May We Feed the King</i> is a feat of meta storytelling that questions everything about how history is transmitted, and whose version of it gets put into the record.\\\"--<b>Maris Kreizman, <i>The Maris Review</i></b></p>\\\"Brings a poet's mettle to one of fiction's central concerns: the scant difference between this moment, the one that just passed, and a moment from 500 years ago.\\\"<b>--<i>The Walrus</i></b></p><p>\\\"Perry combines effortless exactitude with canny ambiguity to create a novel that is always as stimulating as it is enchanting. <i>May We Feed the King</i> is a rare achievement, I absolutely loved it.\\\"<b>--Claire-Louise Bennett</b></p><p>\\\"A gemlike take on historical fiction, moving between a curator who creates luscious and historically accurate tableaux in historic buildings, and the life of a reluctant king. It's intricate and uncanny and beautiful.\\\"<b>--Sophie Mackintosh</b></p><p>\\\"I loved this book very much, I know I will return to it and anything else Perry writes, there is magic here.\\\"<b>--Daisy Johnson</b></p><p>\\\"The historical fiction I have always wanted to read. Surreal and dreamlike... With an eye on the tiny, overlooked details of worlds long gone, this book felt like something hidden come to life - what is real, and what is true, and in the middle of all that, what really matters?\\\"<b>--Jessie Burton</b></p><p>\\\"Meditative, compelling and intricate as a puzzle box - I found myself turning it over and over, admiring and wrong footed and dazzled.\\\"<b>--Kiran Millwood Hargrave</b></p><p>\\\"<i>May We Feed The King</i> floored me with the precision of its emotional insights and eccentric view of history-as-narrative... A sort of perfect snow globe, presenting a decadent world in miniature that surprises us with the depth of its reflections on power, yearning and loneliness.\\\"<b>--A. K. Blakemore</b></p><p>\\\"An artfully told, dizzyingly detailed descent into the murkiness of the past. Perry's prose is needle-sharp, lush as a feast. A book to devour.\\\"<b>--Lucy Steeds</b></p><p>\\\"<i>May We Feed the King</i> is exquisite, every detail, object, image, and feeling startlingly precise, illuminated from within. I entered the novel easily, and, once there, the world outside its pages faded blissfully away. It was the only place I wanted to be, the only book I wanted to be reading.\\\"<b>--Amina Cain</b></p><p>\\\"An arresting and daringly imaginative meditation on history, duty, masculinity and the stories we are drawn to. In gorgeously measured prose, the novel sets the historical alongside the fabular to conjure a world of intrigue and detail\\\"<b>--Daisy Lafarge</b></p><p> \\\"Funny, sharply sad and full of real love. Majestic.\\\" <b>--Ben Pester</b></p><p>\\\"A beautifully crafted novel of mise en scènes. Perry blurs the lines between historical narrative and modern narrator, shining a light on the inescapable and murky unknowability that permeates how we tell stories of past and present.\\\"<b>--Susannah Dickey</b></p><p></p>\"},{\"id\":\"134926529T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Details make up a life in <em>May We Feed the King</em>, a vivid portrait of history, destiny and desire following a medieval palace curator and her imaginative journey into the past.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"131616082T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Details make up a life in <em>May We Feed the King</em>, a vivid portrait of history, destiny and desire following a medieval palace curator and her imaginative journey into the past.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"134926533T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>Rebecca Perry </b>was born in 1986 in London. 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After being told her illness was incurable, Marsman embarks on an intellectual journey that challenges the limits of the rational, secular worldview she once trusted. As she undergoes radiotherapy, immunotherapy, and multiple surgeries—including the amputation of her arm—she turns to theology, philosophy, mythology, and science in an urgent quest for hope.Marsman weaves the arguments of Christian thinkers with quantum physics, and the ideas of Ludwig Wittgenstein and William James with Greek mythology. Her research and reflection eventually transforms into an obsession with UFOs—and the manifold implications for us on Earth if life does, in fact, exist somewhere out there. She explores the possibility that meaning—or even salvation—might lie outside the boundaries of what we know. Extraterrestrial life becomes a poignant metaphor for faith itself: “When everything in the here and now turns out to be utterly hopeless, I allow myself to think: On another planet they can save me.” The result is a poetic, philosophical, and fearless exploration of living with illness and death and nonetheless cultivating hope in the face of the unknown.","<b>An electrifying and genre-defying memoir charting Lieke Marsman’s unflinching journey through a terminal cancer diagnosis and a raw search for meaning in a world that offers none</b><br><br>In 2017, poet and novelist Lieke Marsman was diagnosed with a rare type of bone cancer. After being told her illness was incurable, Marsman embarks on an intellectual journey that challenges the limits of the rational, secular worldview she once trusted. As she undergoes radiotherapy, immunotherapy, and multiple surgeries—including the amputation of her arm—she turns to theology, philosophy, mythology, and science in an urgent quest for hope.<br><br>Marsman weaves the arguments of Christian thinkers with quantum physics, and the ideas of Ludwig Wittgenstein and William James with Greek mythology. Her research and reflection eventually transforms into an obsession with UFOs—and the manifold implications for us on Earth if life does, in fact, exist somewhere out there. She explores the possibility that meaning—or even salvation—might lie outside the boundaries of what we know. 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A brilliant, playful, layered and humane plea for openness and hope in the face of her own foxhole of intolerable suffering . . . Marsman’s language is so beautiful (her translator, Sophie Collins, has done a fine job), and her textual references so original, that it feels as if we are walking on fresh turf . . . I hope that that other planet exists, and somewhere, somehow, Marsman is still writing.\\\" —Edward Posnett, <i>The Guardian</i> <br/><br/>\\\"Interlacing essays, poems and diary entries, Marsman, the poet laureate of the Netherlands from 2021 to 2023, meditates on her incurable illness—chondrosarcoma, a rare type of bone cancer—with curiosity, lucidity and strangely invigorating wit . . . A generous, full-hearted book.\\\" —Kat Lister, <i>The Times </i>(London)<br/><br/>\\\"[A] stunning, profound and often funny meditation on living . . . Resisting a progressive narrative—skipping between years to pause and regress, then pulling us into the immediacy of pain—Marsman is, as ever, lucid, stylish and sage in her irregularity.\\\" —Kate Simpson, <i>The Telegraph</i><br/><br/>\\\"Much of <i>On Another Planet </i>is characterized by the energetic brilliance of Marsman’s thoughts—superbly captured by translator Sophie Collins—and her ability to communicate complex arguments with great subtlety and lightness of touch . . . Deeply wise, moving and profound.\\\" —Chris Power, <i>The Observer</i> <br/><br/>\\\"I found myself delighted by this book’s intimacy . . . A tour through the unexplainable—a self-described materialist’s attempt to, in the spirit of authors like Benjamin Labatut, make sense of the senseless . . . <i>On Another Planet They Can Save Me </i>is a book that doesn’t just recognize but actively honors our limits: the limits of scientific inquiry, the limits of empathy, and death . . . This book though is, as she writes, an event for its reader; Marsman, like the writers she admires throughout—Markson, Woolf—molds the limits of her life into a fine volume of essays.\\\" —Garrett Biggs, <i>Chicago Review of Books</i><br/><br/>\\\"An authentic and beautiful meditation on the universal and yet highly individual tragedy of death that leaves a powerful, lingering ache, delivering on Marsman's wish to be 'a call to life.'\\\" —<i>Shelf Awareness</i> (starred review) <br/><br/>\\\"A thought-provoking memoir about life, death and the beliefs that help us make sense of these experiences . . . For a memoir that is tied so closely to death, <i>On Another Planet</i> is surprisingly full of light, with reminders of the importance of thinking differently.\\\" —<i>Booklist</i> <br/><br/>\\\"Cathartic and often wondrous . . . Witnessing [Marsman's] altered mind grapple with some of humanity’s most sweeping questions is an undeniable pleasure.\\\" —<i>Publishers Weekly</i> <br/><br/>“A defiant, moving, and fiercely intelligent exploration of the power of art and imagination in the face of death. By confronting the limits of a rational worldview, Marsman takes the reader into visionary spaces—the very spaces where philosophy, poetry, and humanity intersect to give meaning to life. Marsman deserves to take her place among the great memoirists and essayists of the 20th and 21st centuries, Annie Ernaux and Joan Didion. A beautiful and important work.” —Joanna Pocock, author of <i>Greyhound: A Memoir</i><br/><br/>\\\"<i>On Another Planet They Can Save Me</i> is a brilliant shock of a book: poetical, philosophical, and so fervently on the side of flux, nuance, imagination, and delight. A call to arms against the destroyer death and death’s angel, despair. Sophie Collins has given us a tender and judicious translation of Lieke Marsman’s literary act of resistance and hope.\\\" —Sasha Dugdale, author of <i>The Strongbox</i><br/><br/>\\\"Writing can be a lonely exercise, and dying even more so. Lieke Marsman has faced both, head-on, using each experience to explore the other. This book is an act of huge generosity, not only in sharing her vulnerability, but also toward herself—modeling how it’s possible to reflect, wallow, and dream in a way that makes life, after all, livable.\\\" —Adam Zmith, author of <i>Deep Sniff </i>\"},{\"id\":\"131359149T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b><i>Chicago Review of Books</i>, A Most Anticipated Book of the Year</b><br/><b><i>The Millions</i>, A Most Anticipated Fall Book</b> <p/>\\\"Part scream, part song . . . A brilliant, playful, layered and humane plea for openness and hope in the face of her own foxhole of intolerable suffering . . . Marsman's language is so beautiful (her translator, Sophie Collins, has done a fine job), and her textual references so original, that it feels as if we are walking on fresh turf . . . I hope that that other planet exists, and somewhere, somehow, Marsman is still writing.\\\" --Edward Posnett, <i>The Guardian</i> <p/>\\\"Interlacing essays, poems and diary entries, Marsman, the poet laureate of the Netherlands from 2021 to 2023, meditates on her incurable illness--chondrosarcoma, a rare type of bone cancer--with curiosity, lucidity and strangely invigorating wit . . . A generous, full-hearted book.\\\" --Kat Lister, <i>The Times </i>(London) <p/>\\\"[A] stunning, profound and often funny meditation on living . . . Resisting a progressive narrative--skipping between years to pause and regress, then pulling us into the immediacy of pain--Marsman is, as ever, lucid, stylish and sage in her irregularity.\\\" --Kate Simpson, <i>The Telegraph</i> <p/>\\\"Much of <i>On Another Planet </i>is characterized by the energetic brilliance of Marsman's thoughts--superbly captured by translator Sophie Collins--and her ability to communicate complex arguments with great subtlety and lightness of touch . . . Deeply wise, moving and profound.\\\" --Chris Power, <i>The Observer</i> <p/>\\\"I found myself delighted by this book's intimacy . . . A tour through the unexplainable--a self-described materialist's attempt to, in the spirit of authors like Benjamin Labatut, make sense of the senseless . . . <i>On Another Planet They Can Save Me </i>is a book that doesn't just recognize but actively honors our limits: the limits of scientific inquiry, the limits of empathy, and death . . . This book though is, as she writes, an event for its reader; Marsman, like the writers she admires throughout--Markson, Woolf--molds the limits of her life into a fine volume of essays.\\\" --Garrett Biggs, <i>Chicago Review of Books</i> <p/>\\\"A thought-provoking memoir about life, death and the beliefs that help us make sense of these experiences . . . For a memoir that is tied so closely to death, <i>On Another Planet</i> is surprisingly full of light, with reminders of the importance of thinking differently.\\\" --<i>Booklist</i> <p/>\\\"Cathartic and often wondrous . . . Witnessing [Marsman's] altered mind grapple with some of humanity's most sweeping questions is an undeniable pleasure.\\\" --<i>Publishers Weekly</i> <p/>\\\"A defiant, moving, and fiercely intelligent exploration of the power of art and imagination in the face of death. 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This prodigious novel is a worthy homage to horror classics of the past.&#34;<b><i>&#8212;Publishers Weekly</i></b></p><p>&#34;<i>Solace House</i>, one of the buzziest new horror books, is author Will Maclean&#8217;s inspired homage to Shirley Jackson, by way of <i>The Shining</i>, a classic haunted house tale with a touch of campus novel.&#34;<b>&#8212;Chris Borrelli, <i>Chicago Tribune</i></b></p><p>&#34;Universitystudents are tasked with cleaning up an abandoned asylum&#8212;if the premise doesn&#8217;t scare you off, this literary horror may well delight you.&#34;<i><b>&#8212;Woman's World</b></i></p><p>&#34;Nothing is what it seems to be through in this amazing tale, and soon all the students there begin to wonder &#8212; just like the reader will &#8212; if these mind-bending events, this madness and this evil that they have uncovered in <i>Solace House</i> are truly happening or if it simply all some form of mass insanity . . . Filled with unique mystery, intrigue, fantasy and horror, <i>Solace House</i> takes the reader on a wildly memorable psychedelic trip that won&#8217;t soon be forgotten.&#34;<b>&#8212;<i>BookTrib</i></b></p><p>&#34;It's been a long time since I've been this enthralled by a story. I knew <i>Solace House </i>had me when I found myself obsessively checking how many pages were left&#8212;not because I was in a hurry to finish, but because I wanted it to last.&#34;&#8212;<b>Matt Ruff, author of <i>Lovecraft Country</i></b></p><p>&#34;An instant classic . . . It&#8217;s the most gripping book I&#8217;ve read for months.&#34;&#8212;<b>Alison Rumfitt, author of <i>Brainwyrms</i></b></p><p>&#34;A lot of people have compared <i>Solace House</i> to<i> The Secret History</i>&#8212;this is the first book I've read that lives up to that promise. It's a Gothic novel, a campus novel, and a puzzle all rolled into one. 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This prodigious novel is a worthy homage to horror classics of the past.\\\"<b><i>--Publishers Weekly</i></b></p><p>\\\"<em>Solace House</em>, one of the buzziest new horror books, is author Will Maclean's inspired homage to Shirley Jackson, by way of <em>The Shining</em>, a classic haunted house tale with a touch of campus novel.\\\"<strong>--Chris Borrelli, <em>Chicago Tribune</em></strong></p><p>\\\"University students are tasked with cleaning up an abandoned asylum--if the premise doesn't scare you off, this literary horror may well delight you.\\\"<em><strong>--Woman's World</strong></em></p><p>\\\"Nothing is what it seems to be through in this amazing tale, and soon all the students there begin to wonder -- just like the reader will -- if these mind-bending events, this madness and this evil that they have uncovered in <i>Solace House</i> are truly happening or if it simply all some form of mass insanity . . . Filled with unique mystery, intrigue, fantasy and horror, <i>Solace House</i> takes the reader on a wildly memorable psychedelic trip that won't soon be forgotten.\\\"<b>--<i>BookTrib</i></b></p><p>\\\"It's been a long time since I've been this enthralled by a story. I knew <i>Solace House </i>had me when I found myself obsessively checking how many pages were left--not because I was in a hurry to finish, but because I wanted it to last.\\\"--<b>Matt Ruff, author of <i>Lovecraft Country</i></b></p><p>\\\"An instant classic . . . It's the most gripping book I've read for months.\\\"--<b>Alison Rumfitt, author of <i>Brainwyrms</i></b></p><p>\\\"A lot of people have compared <i>Solace House</i> to<i> The Secret History</i>--this is the first book I've read that lives up to that promise. It's a Gothic novel, a campus novel, and a puzzle all rolled into one. Will Maclean perfectly captures grief, obsession, the nostalgia of college days passed with friends, and the thin line between magic and madness. It's eerie and surprising, the kind of novel that will keep you turning pages late at night. Be warned: Solace House will cast a spell on you, reader: I couldn't put it down, and now I can't stop talking about it!\\\"--<b>Katie Yee, author of <i>Maggie; or, A Man and a Woman Walk Into a Bar</i></b></p><p>\\\"I adored it. <i>The Secret History</i> meets <i>The Haunting of Hill House</i> meets cosmic horror . . . A beautifully crafted book--rich, thoughtful, terrifying. I can't wait for people to read it.\\\"--<b>Nicholas Binge, author of <i>Dissolution</i></b></p><p>\\\"<i>Solace House</i> is a sprawling, mind-bending, immersive mansion of a novel. 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To the amazement of onlookers at the Royal Infirmary, he could read a patient’s ailments, occupation, and personal habits from a single glance. Though such deductive powers were all quite “elementary” to Bell, they had a profound influence on the medical student and budding writer Arthur Conan Doyle. Soon enough, Bell’s methods helped spark the creation of fiction’s most iconic detective.Since Sherlock Holmes first appeared in 1887, he has become a global phenomenon. Yet the man Conan Doyle credited as Sherlock's prototype has slipped into the shadows. In Sleuth-Hound, the New York Times bestselling author Lindsey Fitzharris brings Bell center stage, recounting how his work took him from ward to witness box as a medical detective probing murder and misdeeds. He worked closely and covertly with the police surgeon Henry Duncan Littlejohn and a pioneering ballistics expert named Dr. Watson, and even collaborated with Conan Doyle to overturn a homicide conviction. Bell’s forensic investigations took him from gaslit alleyways to Gilded Age drawing rooms, put him on the trail of poisoners and child killers, and even drew him into the hunt for Jack the Ripper.By scrutinizing a scratch on a desk, a trace of cigar ash, or the slightest peculiarity of a man’s gait, Bell could turn the smallest clues into revelations. His sharp mind forever changed the way we read bodies, detect crimes, and serve justice.","<p><b>The untold story of the Edinburgh doctor who became Arthur Conan Doyle's model for Sherlock Holmes, and his adventures in the criminal underworld of Victorian Britain.<br><br></b>Throughout nineteenth-century Edinburgh, the surgeon Joseph Bell was known for his extraordinary talent for detection and diagnosis. To the amazement of onlookers at the Royal Infirmary, he could read a patient’s ailments, occupation, and personal habits from a single glance. Though such deductive powers were all quite “elementary” to Bell, they had a profound influence on the medical student and budding writer Arthur Conan Doyle. Soon enough, Bell’s methods helped spark the creation of fiction’s most iconic detective.<br><br>Since Sherlock Holmes first appeared in 1887, he has become a global phenomenon. Yet the man Conan Doyle credited as Sherlock's prototype has slipped into the shadows. In <i>Sleuth-Hound</i>, the <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author Lindsey Fitzharris brings Bell center stage, recounting how his work took him from ward to witness box as a medical detective probing murder and misdeeds. He worked closely and covertly with the police surgeon Henry Duncan Littlejohn and a pioneering ballistics expert named Dr. Watson, and even collaborated with Conan Doyle to overturn a homicide conviction. Bell’s forensic investigations took him from gaslit alleyways to Gilded Age drawing rooms, put him on the trail of poisoners and child killers, and even drew him into the hunt for Jack the Ripper.<br><br>By scrutinizing a scratch on a desk, a trace of cigar ash, or the slightest peculiarity of a man’s gait, Bell could turn the smallest clues into revelations. 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Convincing and delightful!” <br/><b> —ERIK LARSON, author of <i>The Devil in the White City </i></b><br/><br/>“Lindsey Fitzharris: the most entertaining writer in the history of the history of medicine! In her latest exploration of the field’s quixotic heroes, we meet the physician Joseph Bell, the inspiration for Sherlock Holmes and a pioneer in the nascent field of medical jurisprudence, a.k.a. criminal forensics. With just the right amount of delightfully lurid detail, Fitzharris brings to life the first murder cases wherein science took a seat in the courtroom. Fascinating and fabulous.” <br/><b>—MARY ROACH, author of<i> Replaceable You </i>and <i>Stiff </i></b><br/><br/>“With the mastery of character and atmosphere that lent her books <i>The Facemaker </i>and <i>The Butchering Art </i>such novelistic drive, Lindsey Fitzharris deciphers every clue to the character and wizardry of the legendary diagnostician Dr. Joseph Bell, who inspired his student Arthur Conan Doyle to create Sherlock Holmes. Her chapters on particular cases that Bell himself investigated—including Jack the Ripper—are as suspenseful as thrillers, and rich in cinematic scenes.” <br/><b>—MICHAEL SIMS, author of <i>Arthur and Sherlock </i></b><br/><br/>“You will devour<i> Sleuth-Hound</i>, Lindsey Fitzharris’s superbly crafted and enthralling tale of Joseph Bell, the brilliant Scottish surgeon and the real-life inspiration for Sherlock Holmes. Fitzharris is a virtuoso at creating manner and mood, and I felt I’d been transported back to Victorian-era Scotland, listening firsthand to Bell’s eerily accurate assessments of murder cases despite scant clues. <i>Sleuth-Hound </i>is as spellbinding and addictive as anything from the pen of Arthur Conan Doyle himself.” <br/><b>—ABBOTT KAHLER, author of <i>Eden Undone</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Lindsey Fitzharris is an electrifying storyteller whose gift for weaving science and history into an impeccably researched narrative is second to none. In <i>Sleuth-Hound</i>, she brings the extraordinary world of Joseph Bell—the brilliant physician who inspired Sherlock Holmes—vividly to life with all the pace of a detective story and the authority of a master historian. A compelling, unforgettable book that is a must-read for every lover of historic true crime.\\\"<b><br/>— HALLIE RUBENHOLD, author of <i>The Five</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"While adaptations and reimaginings of Sherlock Holmes abound, nonfiction related to Doyle’s creation is less common. Fans of the great detective and of the history of criminology will enjoy this gripping and grisly narrative.\\\"<br/><b>—Catherine Lantz, <i>Library Journal</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"In this biography that’s as spellbinding as any work of fiction, the award-winning Fitzharris (<i>The Facemaker</i>, 2022) rescues Bell from the periphery of the Holmes story and restores him to his rightful position as the inspiration and model for the great consulting detective.\\\"<br/><b>—David Pitt, <i>Bo</i><i>oklist</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Revelatory . . . [Fitzharris] spins a fast-paced true crime saga that demonstrates how Bell accomplished in real life what Holmes practiced on the page . . . Mystery fans will be delighted by this propulsive chronicle of the origins of the modern detective story.\\\" <br/><b>—<i>Publisher's Weekly</i></b><br/><br/> \\\"True-crime aficionados will enjoy Fitzharris’ lively accounts of some decidedly grisly misdeeds . . . She has written two previous books on medical men aimed at general readers (<i>The Butchering Art</i>, 2017, and <i>The Facemaker,</i> 2022), and her prose is equally engaging here . . . An enjoyable dip into the linked fields of scientific developments and criminal investigations.\\\"<br/><b>—<i>Kirkus Reviews</i></b><br/><br/><b><i>\\\"</i></b>A must for fans of Sherlock Holmes or true crime, [a] fascinating history.\\\" <br/><b>—</b><b>Christina Ianzito, <i>AARP</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"131311292T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"A delicious foray into the compelling--and grisly--world of nineteenth-century forensics, as Lindsey Fitzharris unmasks the 'real' Sherlock Holmes. Convincing and delightful!\\\" <br/><b> --ERIK LARSON, author of <i>The Devil in the White City </i></b> <p/>\\\"Lindsey Fitzharris: the most entertaining writer in the history of the history of medicine! In her latest exploration of the field's quixotic heroes, we meet the physician Joseph Bell, the inspiration for Sherlock Holmes and a pioneer in the nascent field of medical jurisprudence, a.k.a. criminal forensics. With just the right amount of delightfully lurid detail, Fitzharris brings to life the first murder cases wherein science took a seat in the courtroom. Fascinating and fabulous.\\\" <br/><b>--MARY ROACH, author of<i> Replaceable You </i>and <i>Stiff </i></b> <p/>\\\"With the mastery of character and atmosphere that lent her books <i>The Facemaker </i>and <i>The Butchering Art </i>such novelistic drive, Lindsey Fitzharris deciphers every clue to the character and wizardry of the legendary diagnostician Dr. Joseph Bell, who inspired his student Arthur Conan Doyle to create Sherlock Holmes. Her chapters on particular cases that Bell himself investigated--including Jack the Ripper--are as suspenseful as thrillers, and rich in cinematic scenes.\\\" <br/><b>--MICHAEL SIMS, author of <i>Arthur and Sherlock </i></b> <p/>\\\"You will devour<i> Sleuth-Hound</i>, Lindsey Fitzharris's superbly crafted and enthralling tale of Joseph Bell, the brilliant Scottish surgeon and the real-life inspiration for Sherlock Holmes. Fitzharris is a virtuoso at creating manner and mood, and I felt I'd been transported back to Victorian-era Scotland, listening firsthand to Bell's eerily accurate assessments of murder cases despite scant clues. <i>Sleuth-Hound </i>is as spellbinding and addictive as anything from the pen of Arthur Conan Doyle himself.\\\" <br/><b>--ABBOTT KAHLER, author of <i>Eden Undone</i></b> <p/>\\\"Lindsey Fitzharris is an electrifying storyteller whose gift for weaving science and history into an impeccably researched narrative is second to none. In <i>Sleuth-Hound</i>, she brings the extraordinary world of Joseph Bell--the brilliant physician who inspired Sherlock Holmes--vividly to life with all the pace of a detective story and the authority of a master historian. A compelling, unforgettable book that is a must-read for every lover of historic true crime.\\\"<b><br/>-- HALLIE RUBENHOLD, author of <i>The Five</i></b> <p/>\\\"While adaptations and reimaginings of Sherlock Holmes abound, nonfiction related to Doyle's creation is less common. Fans of the great detective and of the history of criminology will enjoy this gripping and grisly narrative.\\\"<br/><b>--Catherine Lantz, <i>Library Journal</i></b> <p/>\\\"In this biography that's as spellbinding as any work of fiction, the award-winning Fitzharris (<i>The Facemaker</i>, 2022) rescues Bell from the periphery of the Holmes story and restores him to his rightful position as the inspiration and model for the great consulting detective.\\\"<br/><b>--David Pitt, <i>Bo</i><i>oklist</i></b> <p/>\\\"Revelatory . . . [Fitzharris] spins a fast-paced true crime saga that demonstrates how Bell accomplished in real life what Holmes practiced on the page . . . Mystery fans will be delighted by this propulsive chronicle of the origins of the modern detective story.\\\" <br/><b>--<i>Publisher's Weekly</i></b> <p/> \\\"True-crime aficionados will enjoy Fitzharris' lively accounts of some decidedly grisly misdeeds . . . She has written two previous books on medical men aimed at general readers (<i>The Butchering Art</i>, 2017, and <i>The Facemaker, </i> 2022), and her prose is equally engaging here . . . An enjoyable dip into the linked fields of scientific developments and criminal investigations.\\\"<br/><b>--<i>Kirkus Reviews</i></b> <p/><b><i>\\\"</i></b>A must for fans of Sherlock Holmes or true crime, [a] fascinating history.\\\" <br/><b>--</b><b>Christina Ianzito, <i>AARP</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"134416115T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>  Known as the main inspiration for Sherlock Holmes, Joseph Bell was a nineteenth-century surgeon famous for his extraordinary talent for diagnosing patients through deduction. In <em>Sleuth-Hound</em>, Lindsey Fitzharris shares Bell's true story and what became of him after inspiring Arthur Conan Doyle’s world-renowned works. </p>  \"},{\"id\":\"131991603T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>Lindsey Fitzharris</b> is a <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author whose books include <i>The Butchering Art</i> and <i>The Facemaker</i>. Along with her husband, Adrian Teal, she also writes children’s nonfiction, including <i>Dead Ends!: Flukes, Flops, and Failures That Sparked Medical Marvels</i> and <i>Plague-Busters!: Medicine’s Battles with History’s Deadliest Diseases</i>. She holds a PhD in the history of science and medicine from the University of Oxford and has written for <i>The Wall Street Journal</i>, <i>Scientific American</i>, <i>The Guardian</i>, <i>The Lancet</i>, and other major publications.</p>\"}]","gid://shopify/Metafield/74785944961265","gid://shopify/Metafield/74785944404209","gid://shopify/Metafield/74785944895729","gid://shopify/Metafield/74785944666353","[{\"contributorId\":18955040,\"fullName\":\"Lindsey Fitzharris\",\"jobName\":\"Author\",\"sequenceNumber\":1}]",[14304],{"_675":14305,"_5585":628,"_5647":628,"_5648":14306,"_659":14307,"_4148":14308,"_1281":14309,"_5652":14310,"_5654":2187,"_638":5655,"_5656":-5},"gid://shopify/ProductVariant/47607135437041",{"_5659":11565,"_5661":5662},{"_675":14312,"_36":14313,"_5665":-5,"_944":5852,"_939":1592},{"_5659":11561,"_5661":5662},{"_638":14266,"_673":2187},[14311],{"_2869":5658,"_5614":5655},"gid://shopify/ProductImage/49538401075441","https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0674/5433/7265/files/9780374609498_p0.jpg?v=1777554699",{"_5659":11565,"_5661":5662},{"_5659":11565,"_5661":5662},{"_5659":11561,"_5661":5662},{"_5573":5574,"_675":2193,"_638":14318,"_5576":6224,"_673":2192,"_4064":14319,"_5579":14320,"_5581":14321,"_5583":14322,"_5585":628,"_5586":14323,"_5588":14324,"_5590":-5,"_4146":14325,"_5592":14326,"_5594":-5,"_5595":14327},"The Best Kind of American: A True Story of Murder, War, and America's Undoing in the Middle East","A New York Times Editors' ChoiceA work of true crime following one American family’s search for answers after a 1984 murder in war-torn Beirut, where the Iranian revolution collided with the Israeli invasion of Lebanon, setting off the geopolitical conflagration that burns to this dayOn January 18, 1984, Malcolm Kerr, president of the American University of Beirut, was assassinated by a pair of gunmen outside his office. His murder, in the wake of the bombing of the US Marines’ barracks, Palestinian guerrilla warfare, and the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon, was just one more shocking headline in a city ravaged by the chaos of nine years of war. There was no investigation. Four decades later, the question of who killed Malcolm, and why, is still not fully resolved. In The Best Kind of American, Kim Ghattas embarks on a quest to shed new light on Kerr’s forgotten assassination, weaving together the family’s story with that of Lebanon’s warlords and peacemakers, Hezbollah hostage takers and Iranian Revolutionary Guards, and American presidents from Reagan to Trump. She also tells the definitive story of how Beirut came to be the point of origin for the policies and people who went on to shape the Middle East for decades, from Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu to Iran’s Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei, who was then assassinated in a joint US-Israeli strike in the opening salvo of their 2026 war against the Islamic Republic. With the nuance, clarity, and storytelling that made Black Wave an era-defining work on the Middle East, Ghattas delivers a riveting, deeply human saga—a must-read for understanding why this conflict continues to shape today’s world.","<p><b>A <i>New York Times </i>Editors' Choice</b><br><br><b>A work of true crime following one American family’s search for answers after a 1984 murder in war-torn Beirut, where the Iranian revolution collided with the Israeli invasion of Lebanon, setting off the geopolitical conflagration that burns to this day<br></b><br>On January 18, 1984, Malcolm Kerr, president of the American University of Beirut, was assassinated by a pair of gunmen outside his office. His murder, in the wake of the bombing of the US Marines’ barracks, Palestinian guerrilla warfare, and the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon, was just one more shocking headline in a city ravaged by the chaos of nine years of war. There was no investigation. Four decades later, the question of who killed Malcolm, and why, is still not fully resolved.<br><br> In <i>The Best Kind of American</i>, Kim Ghattas embarks on a quest to shed new light on Kerr’s forgotten assassination, weaving together the family’s story with that of Lebanon’s warlords and peacemakers, Hezbollah hostage takers and Iranian Revolutionary Guards, and American presidents from Reagan to Trump. She also tells the definitive story of how Beirut came to be the point of origin for the policies and people who went on to shape the Middle East for decades, from Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu to Iran’s Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei, who was then assassinated in a joint US-Israeli strike in the opening salvo of their 2026 war against the Islamic Republic. With the nuance, clarity, and storytelling that made <i>Black Wave</i> an era-defining work on the Middle East, Ghattas delivers a riveting, deeply human saga—a must-read for understanding why this conflict continues to shape today’s world.</p>",{"_675":14360,"_36":14361,"_944":9136,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":14364},{"_5667":14362,"_5669":14363},{"_5643":14352},{"_5614":2192},{"_5614":6224},[14328,-5,-5,14329,14330,-5,14331,14332,14333,14334,14335,-5,-5,14336,-5,14337,-5,-5],{"_675":14350,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":14351},{"_675":14349,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":6224},{"_675":14348,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":6224},{"_675":14347,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":6255},{"_675":14345,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":14346},{"_675":14343,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":14344},{"_675":14341,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":14342},{"_675":14340,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":14339,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2192},{"_675":14338,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},"gid://shopify/Metafield/74376366391537","gid://shopify/Metafield/74376364818673","gid://shopify/Metafield/74376366129393","gid://shopify/Metafield/74376365342961","1149385946","gid://shopify/Metafield/74376366915825","The-Best-Kind-of-American/Kim-Ghattas","gid://shopify/Metafield/74409154150641","[{\"id\":\"125479249T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"A sophisticated exploration of political violence. . . an excellent book.\\\"<br/><b><i>—The New York Times</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"By centering her narrative on the murder of Malcolm Kerr, the president of the American University of Beirut, Ghattas has written both a geopolitical whodunit and a masterful investigative history of the forces that have torn apart Lebanon for the past 50 years. <i>The Best Kind of American</i> is not only a riveting book, but a very important one by one of the most astute chroniclers of the modern Middle East.\\\"  <br/><b>—Scott Anderson, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>King of Kings </i>and <i>Lawrence in Arabia</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"A miraculous achievement. Ghattas takes you inside a murder mystery and then reveals, layer upon layer, the maddening complexity of the ongoing wars of the Middle East. This is essential reading for anyone concerned about the region’s tragic trajectory. But it is also a counterintuitive story of hope for both Lebanon and the whole region’s best and brightest, symbolized by intellectuals like Malcolm Kerr and Samir Kassir, martyrs to the liberal possibilities of the modern Arab world. A deeply moving and brilliant book.\\\"<br/><b>—</b><b>Kai Bird, Pulitzer Prize-winning biographer and Director of the Leon Levy Center for </b><b>Biography at CUNY’s Graduate Center</b><br/><br/>\\\"Spellbinding. The book’s core is a harrowing account of an American family’s tragedy, set against tectonic clashes in the heart of the Middle East. Readers caught up in the search for mysterious assassins will be mesmerized by the larger drama as Lebanon is torn apart by competing gangs of terrorists, religious zealots, warlords, and the governments that secretly backed them. With exquisite reporting and bracing clarity, Ghattas exposes the malevolence, miscalculations, and fanaticism that set the stage for a half-century of destruction and chaos.\\\"<br/>—<b>Joby Warrick, author of <i>Black Flags: The Rise of ISIS</i>, winner of the 2016 Pulitzer Prize for General Nonfiction</b><br/><br/>\\\"Brilliant, disturbing, honest, thoughtful, and thought-provoking, this is the best kind of book on the Middle East. Unlike many books on the region, it does not take sides, is not ideological or self-righteous. Kim Ghattas allows each character, even the “villains,” space and voice, giving the reader a chance to try and understand them and not simply judge. Ghattas takes us through wars, assassinations, and terror, to the edge of despair and back, all while resurrecting Malcolm Kerr, a great human and Middle East scholar who was murdered while serving as president of The American University of Beirut. His assassins were never found, and now, after 42 years, another great scholar of the Middle East, Ghattas, resurrects his story and legacy.\\\"<br/><b>—Azar Nafisi, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Reading Lolita in Tehran </i>and <i>The Republic of Imagination </i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Gripping, authoritative, compassionate and perceptive, <i>The Best Kind of American</i> is a vital contribution to our understanding of the recent history of the Middle East—and of today's conflicts that continue to cause such tragedy and suffering. Ghattas draws on her deep knowledge and understanding of  Lebanon, Iran, and the US, to tell an important story with the energy and rigor it deserves. This book should be required reading for scholars and general readers alike.\\\"<br/>—<b>Jason Burke, author of <i>The Revolutionists</i> and International Security Correspondent at <i>The Guardian</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"It’s rare to read a book about the complex and fraught recent history of the Middle East and your first reaction is: I can’t wait to see the movie version. Kim Ghattas, a masterful writer, brings to life the compelling stories of fascinating, often remarkable people and makes us care about them deeply. A triumph.\\\"<br/>—<b>David Rothkopf, </b><b>author, columnist, and former editor of</b> <i><b>Foreign Policy</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"In <i>The Best Kind of American</i>, Ghattas reveals the very worst of the Middle East: the schemes and machinations of leaders determined to cling to power, the impunity surrounding kidnappings and killings, and the shattered lives left in their wake. This is a profoundly brave book—a moving tribute to the forcibly disappeared, and to the enduring grief carried by those who loved them.\\\"<br/>—<b>Emma Sky, author of <i>The Unraveling: High Hopes and Missed Opportunities in Iraq, </i>Director of Yale's International Leadership Center</b><br/><br/>\\\"Ghattas has done incredible research into a painful history that sheds light on the past and illuminates the present. The result is a page turner that unmasks, holds accountable, and humanizes. A true feat!\\\" <br/><b>—Tarek El-Ariss, author of <i>Water on Fire: A Memoir of War</i> and Chair of Middle Eastern Studies at Dartmouth</b><br/><br/>\\\"Kim Ghattas is one of the best-informed, most intelligent, and eerily prescient writers on the Middle East, remarkable for her ability to bring clarity to the most complex scenarios. She is also a wonderful storyteller. <i>The Best Kind of American</i> is a brilliant, tightly focused, and intricately plotted piece of non-fiction, a Levantine In Cold Blood. It is not just essential reading for anyone who wants to understand the toxic confluence of rival forces at work in the region, it is also that rarity: a hugely enjoyable non-fiction thriller.\\\"<br/><b>—William Dalrymple, author of <i>The Anarchy</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Centered on the 1984 murder of the president of the American University of Beirut, the veteran Middle East journalist’s new book is a 'damning' account of US interference in Lebanon, and the complex web of interests, alliances, and funding connecting the region’s most powerful political actors.\\\" <br/><b><i>—</i>Semafor <br/></b><br/>\\\"Damning history of American bumbling in the Middle East . . . [a] wide-ranging narrative . . . of great importance to anyone seeking a clear view of a bewildering geopolitical arena.\\\"<br/><b><i>—Kirkus </i>(*STARRED REVIEW*)</b><br/><br/>''Highly recommended. Ghattas’s forensic reconstruction of the origin of U.S.-Iran-Israel enmity details personalities, interactions, events, and decisions that carry forward to 2025, offering readers a nuanced and timely backstory of the 2026 war in Iran.\\\"<br/><b><i>—Library Journal</i></b> <b>(*STARRED REVIEW*)</b><br/><br/>\\\"Ghattas’ account will resonate today as Israel, Iran, and the United States raise their global hostilities even higher.\\\"<br/><b><i>—Booklist</i> (*STARRED REVIEW*)</b><br/><br/>\\\"An epic history... An ambitious overview of the last four decades that shows how the foundations of today’s pressing conflicts were built in 1980s Lebanon... A comprehensive, dramatic immersion into a brutal decade that reshaped the Middle East.\\\"<br/><b><i>—Publishers Weekly</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"130259450T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"A sophisticated exploration of political violence. . . an excellent book.\\\"<br/><b><i>--The New York Times</i></b> <p/>\\\"By centering her narrative on the murder of Malcolm Kerr, the president of the American University of Beirut, Ghattas has written both a geopolitical whodunit and a masterful investigative history of the forces that have torn apart Lebanon for the past 50 years. <i>The Best Kind of American</i> is not only a riveting book, but a very important one by one of the most astute chroniclers of the modern Middle East.\\\" <br/><b>--Scott Anderson, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>King of Kings </i>and <i>Lawrence in Arabia</i></b> <p/>\\\"A miraculous achievement. Ghattas takes you inside a murder mystery and then reveals, layer upon layer, the maddening complexity of the ongoing wars of the Middle East. This is essential reading for anyone concerned about the region's tragic trajectory. But it is also a counterintuitive story of hope for both Lebanon and the whole region's best and brightest, symbolized by intellectuals like Malcolm Kerr and Samir Kassir, martyrs to the liberal possibilities of the modern Arab world. A deeply moving and brilliant book.\\\"<br/><b>--</b><b>Kai Bird, Pulitzer Prize-winning biographer and Director of the Leon Levy Center for </b><b>Biography at CUNY's Graduate Center</b> <p/>\\\"Spellbinding. The book's core is a harrowing account of an American family's tragedy, set against tectonic clashes in the heart of the Middle East. Readers caught up in the search for mysterious assassins will be mesmerized by the larger drama as Lebanon is torn apart by competing gangs of terrorists, religious zealots, warlords, and the governments that secretly backed them. With exquisite reporting and bracing clarity, Ghattas exposes the malevolence, miscalculations, and fanaticism that set the stage for a half-century of destruction and chaos.\\\"<br/>--<b>Joby Warrick, author of <i>Black Flags: The Rise of ISIS</i>, winner of the 2016 Pulitzer Prize for General Nonfiction</b> <p/>\\\"Brilliant, disturbing, honest, thoughtful, and thought-provoking, this is the best kind of book on the Middle East. Unlike many books on the region, it does not take sides, is not ideological or self-righteous. Kim Ghattas allows each character, even the \\\"villains,\\\" space and voice, giving the reader a chance to try and understand them and not simply judge. Ghattas takes us through wars, assassinations, and terror, to the edge of despair and back, all while resurrecting Malcolm Kerr, a great human and Middle East scholar who was murdered while serving as president of The American University of Beirut. His assassins were never found, and now, after 42 years, another great scholar of the Middle East, Ghattas, resurrects his story and legacy.\\\"<br/><b>--Azar Nafisi, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Reading Lolita in Tehran </i>and <i>The Republic of Imagination </i></b> <p/>\\\"Gripping, authoritative, compassionate and perceptive, <i>The Best Kind of American</i> is a vital contribution to our understanding of the recent history of the Middle East--and of today's conflicts that continue to cause such tragedy and suffering. Ghattas draws on her deep knowledge and understanding of Lebanon, Iran, and the US, to tell an important story with the energy and rigor it deserves. This book should be required reading for scholars and general readers alike.\\\"<br/>--<b>Jason Burke, author of <i>The Revolutionists</i> and International Security Correspondent at <i>The Guardian</i></b> <p/>\\\"It's rare to read a book about the complex and fraught recent history of the Middle East and your first reaction is: I can't wait to see the movie version. Kim Ghattas, a masterful writer, brings to life the compelling stories of fascinating, often remarkable people and makes us care about them deeply. A triumph.\\\"<br/>--<b>David Rothkopf, </b><b>author, columnist, and former editor of</b> <i><b>Foreign Policy</b></i> <p/>\\\"In <i>The Best Kind of American</i>, Ghattas reveals the very worst of the Middle East: the schemes and machinations of leaders determined to cling to power, the impunity surrounding kidnappings and killings, and the shattered lives left in their wake. This is a profoundly brave book--a moving tribute to the forcibly disappeared, and to the enduring grief carried by those who loved them.\\\"<br/>--<b>Emma Sky, author of <i>The Unraveling: High Hopes and Missed Opportunities in Iraq, </i>Director of Yale's International Leadership Center</b> <p/>\\\"Ghattas has done incredible research into a painful history that sheds light on the past and illuminates the present. The result is a page turner that unmasks, holds accountable, and humanizes. A true feat!\\\" <br/><b>--Tarek El-Ariss, author of <i>Water on Fire: A Memoir of War</i> and Chair of Middle Eastern Studies at Dartmouth</b> <p/>\\\"Kim Ghattas is one of the best-informed, most intelligent, and eerily prescient writers on the Middle East, remarkable for her ability to bring clarity to the most complex scenarios. She is also a wonderful storyteller. <i>The Best Kind of American</i> is a brilliant, tightly focused, and intricately plotted piece of non-fiction, a Levantine In Cold Blood. It is not just essential reading for anyone who wants to understand the toxic confluence of rival forces at work in the region, it is also that rarity: a hugely enjoyable non-fiction thriller.\\\"<br/><b>--William Dalrymple, author of <i>The Anarchy</i></b> <p/>\\\"Centered on the 1984 murder of the president of the American University of Beirut, the veteran Middle East journalist's new book is a 'damning' account of US interference in Lebanon, and the complex web of interests, alliances, and funding connecting the region's most powerful political actors.\\\" <br/><b><i>--</i>Semafor <br/></b><br/>\\\"Damning history of American bumbling in the Middle East . . . [a] wide-ranging narrative . . . of great importance to anyone seeking a clear view of a bewildering geopolitical arena.\\\"<br/><b><i>--Kirkus </i>(*STARRED REVIEW*)</b> <p/>''Highly recommended. Ghattas's forensic reconstruction of the origin of U.S.-Iran-Israel enmity details personalities, interactions, events, and decisions that carry forward to 2025, offering readers a nuanced and timely backstory of the 2026 war in Iran.\\\"<br/><b><i>--Library Journal</i></b> <b>(*STARRED REVIEW*)</b> <p/>\\\"Ghattas' account will resonate today as Israel, Iran, and the United States raise their global hostilities even higher.\\\"<br/><b><i>--Booklist</i> (*STARRED REVIEW*)</b> <p/>\\\"An epic history... An ambitious overview of the last four decades that shows how the foundations of today's pressing conflicts were built in 1980s Lebanon... A comprehensive, dramatic immersion into a brutal decade that reshaped the Middle East.\\\"<br/><b><i>--Publishers Weekly</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"123392028T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>Kim Ghattas</b> is a Middle East expert, author, and Emmy-award-winning journalist. She’s a contributing writer for <i>The Atlantic</i> magazine, a contributing editor for <i>The Financial Times</i>, and a regular guest on CNN, MSNBC, and NPR. She was a Distinguished Inaugural Fellow at the Columbia University Institute for Global Politics. She previously reported for the BBC from the Middle East and Washington, DC. 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It's been years since the crisis changed everything, but its exact nature remains obscure. Government barely functions, the seas are full of new creatures, an entire continent has been mislaid. It feels like the end.Now Phillip has fished out of the water an object he can't keep. A creature that keeps changing. An artifact he must take inland, before it destroys everything he thinks he knows. 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Government barely functions, the seas are full of new creatures, an entire continent has been mislaid. It feels like the end.<br><br>Now Phillip has fished out of the water an object he can't keep. A creature that keeps changing. 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JOHN HARRISON & <i>THE END OF EVERYTHING:</i></u></b><br/><br/>\\\"A book not just about everything but about now.\\\"—<b>Booker Prize Judge citation</b><br/><br/>\\\"Thoroughly original . . . a masterly exercise in restraint, unsettling beauty and elliptical writing that can enlighten even when it obfuscates.\\\" —<b><i>New York Times Book Review</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Lyrical, challenging, and often balancing on the knife’s edge between humorous and absolutely gut punching. . . It’s unlike anything I’ve read before.” —<b><i>Chicago Review of Books, </i>'12 Must-Read Books of October'</b><br/><br/>\\\"This is a formidable book: dusky, casually horrifying, unexpectedly compassionate.\\\" <b>—<i>Financial Times</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"A work of uncanny beauty, tender and terrifying in equal parts.\\\" —<b><i>Literary Review</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Reading it hit me like a truck. . . It's a novel that destabilises you—quite savagely—in the course of its reading. But you're absolutely not walking away. You're locked in, and you're having the time of your life.\\\" —<b>Helen Macdonald, <i>Observer</i> (UK)</b><br/><br/>\\\"Harrison isn't weirder than most other writers, just better. Reading<i> The End of Everything</i>, you feel you're not so much reading as dreaming.\\\"<b> &#8213;</b><i>Telegraph</i><br/><br/><i>\\\"The End of Everything </i>elucidates humanity's disintegrating existence with strange clarity.\\\"<i>—Guardian</i><br/><br/>“A towering genius of modern fiction.” —<b>China Miéville</b><br/><br/>\\\"Among the most brilliant novelists writing today.\\\"<b>—Robert Macfarlane</b><br/><br/>“No one alive can write sentences as he can. . . Harrison is without peer as a chronicler of the fraught, unsteady state we're in.”—<b>Olivia Laing</b><br/><br/>“M. John Harrison is the closest thing we have to a present-day Wyndham or Ballard.” &#8213;<i><b>New Statesman</b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"131764053T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>PRAISE FOR M. JOHN HARRISON & <i>THE END OF EVERYTHING: </i></b> <p/>\\\"A book not just about everything but about now.\\\"--<b>Booker Prize Judge citation</b> <p/>\\\"Thoroughly original . . . a masterly exercise in restraint, unsettling beauty and elliptical writing that can enlighten even when it obfuscates.\\\" --<b><i>New York Times Book Review</i></b> <p/>\\\"Lyrical, challenging, and often balancing on the knife's edge between humorous and absolutely gut punching. . . It's unlike anything I've read before.\\\" --<b><i>Chicago Review of Books, </i>'12 Must-Read Books of October'</b> <p/>\\\"This is a formidable book: dusky, casually horrifying, unexpectedly compassionate.\\\" <b>--<i>Financial Times</i></b> <p/>\\\"A work of uncanny beauty, tender and terrifying in equal parts.\\\" --<b><i>Literary Review</i></b> <p/>\\\"Reading it hit me like a truck. . . It's a novel that destabilises you--quite savagely--in the course of its reading. But you're absolutely not walking away. You're locked in, and you're having the time of your life.\\\" --<b>Helen Macdonald, <i>Observer</i> (UK)</b> <p/>\\\"Harrison isn't weirder than most other writers, just better. Reading<i> The End of Everything</i>, you feel you're not so much reading as dreaming.\\\"<b> &#8213;</b><i>Telegraph</i> <p/><i>\\\"The End of Everything </i>elucidates humanity's disintegrating existence with strange clarity.\\\"<i>--Guardian</i> <p/>\\\"A towering genius of modern fiction.\\\" --<b>China Miéville</b> <p/>\\\"Among the most brilliant novelists writing today.\\\"<b>--Robert Macfarlane</b> <p/>\\\"No one alive can write sentences as he can. . . Harrison is without peer as a chronicler of the fraught, unsteady state we're in.\\\"--<b>Olivia Laing</b> <p/>\\\"M. 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John Harrison</b> is the award-winning author of many novels, including <i>Climbers, The Course of the Heart</i>, and <i>The Sunken Land Begins to Rise Again</i>. Over the last four decades, Harrison has carved out a stellar career across a number of literary forms, and is acclaimed by such writers as Angela Carter, Deborah Levy and Iain Banks. From 1968 to 1975, he was literary editor of the influential British science fiction magazine <i>New Worlds</i>. He has won the Boardman Tasker Prize, the Arthur C. Clarke Award and the Goldsmiths Prize. In 2025, he was elected as a Fellow of  the Royal Society of Literature. He lives in England.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"131403646T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p><b>M. John Harrison</b> is the award-winning author of many novels, including <i>Climbers, The Course of the Heart</i>, and <i>The Sunken Land Begins to Rise Again</i>. Over the last four decades, Harrison has carved out a stellar career across a number of literary forms, and is acclaimed by such writers as Angela Carter, Deborah Levy and Iain Banks. From 1968 to 1975, he was literary editor of the influential British science fiction magazine <i>New Worlds</i>. He has won the Boardman Tasker Prize, the Arthur C. Clarke Award and the Goldsmiths Prize. In 2025, he was elected as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. He lives in England.</p>\"}]","gid://shopify/Metafield/87221192589553","gid://shopify/Metafield/87221191901425","gid://shopify/Metafield/87221192524017","gid://shopify/Metafield/87221192196337","[{\"contributorId\":531421,\"fullName\":\"M. 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My favorite kind of novel.\" —Caro Claire Burke, author of YesteryearDava and Barr Pennington, professors at a Midwestern university, both harbor potent secrets. Fiction writing is his specialty, English literature is hers. But Dava is unhappy in their marriage, and secretly in love with a colleague, Svetlana White, who teaches in the Russian Studies department; spurred by their complicated liaison, she spends her nights working on a novel about two women who run a domestic violence shelter in coastal Maine. Though she loves the work and the refuge it provides, the writing becomes increasingly difficult as her memory begins to fail; tests reveal that she’s suffering from early-onset Alzheimer’s. After a precipitous decline, she moves to a memory-care facility in a neighboring town. Soon afterward, her husband, alone in the house at night, discovers her hidden manuscript, which he reads with envy, and then with anger, as he extrapolates his wife’s affair from the relationship described in the novel’s pages. Over the next two years he rewrites the novel and publishes it as his own, to wide acclaim. But persistent feelings of guilt lead him to confess his theft to an unlikely party, who leads others to the truth.Luna, Phoenix, Queen tells its tale of artistic and marital betrayal in a chorus of voices. We hear from Barr as he becomes obsessed with Luna, a horrifically injured dog at a local shelter; from Dava as she meets Svetlana for the first time, on a transatlantic flight to Dublin; from Milo, Dava’s son, as he hides in the woods with Naomi, Svetlana’s daughter; from Svetlana, experiencing the loss of a relationship that ended before it could come to fruition; from Evie, Barr’s research assistant, who witnessed Dava’s last days at home with her husband; from James, the Penningtons’ younger son, who makes a startling discovery after his father’s death; and from Milo and Svetlana again, as they grieve the injustice of Barr’s theft and confront the devastation of Dava’s disease.In a narrative that spans four decades and four thousand miles, Luna, Phoenix, Queen illuminates the power of storytelling and explores the terror of losing the ability to make sense of our world. It is a cry of rage against our vulnerability and helplessness; an acknowledgment of the mysteries beneath the familiar surface of our world; and ultimately, if unexpectedly, a radical testament to love in its many forms.","<b>KIRKUS PRIZE FINALIST • A spellbinding tour de force from the bestselling author of <i>The Invisible Bridge</i>—a novel about varieties of infidelity, the provenance of a literary masterpiece, and the power of storytelling to shape identity and destiny.<br> <br>\"<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i> reimagined what I thought a novel could do. My favorite kind of novel.\" —Caro Claire Burke, author of <i>Yesteryear</i></b><br><br>Dava and Barr Pennington, professors at a Midwestern university, both harbor potent secrets. Fiction writing is his specialty, English literature is hers. But Dava is unhappy in their marriage, and secretly in love with a colleague, Svetlana White, who teaches in the Russian Studies department; spurred by their complicated liaison, she spends her nights working on a novel about two women who run a domestic violence shelter in coastal Maine. Though she loves the work and the refuge it provides, the writing becomes increasingly difficult as her memory begins to fail; tests reveal that she’s suffering from early-onset Alzheimer’s. After a precipitous decline, she moves to a memory-care facility in a neighboring town. Soon afterward, her husband, alone in the house at night, discovers her hidden manuscript, which he reads with envy, and then with anger, as he extrapolates his wife’s affair from the relationship described in the novel’s pages. Over the next two years he rewrites the novel and publishes it as his own, to wide acclaim. But persistent feelings of guilt lead him to confess his theft to an unlikely party, who leads others to the truth.<br><br><i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen </i>tells its tale of artistic and marital betrayal in a chorus of voices. We hear from Barr as he becomes obsessed with Luna, a horrifically injured dog at a local shelter; from Dava as she meets Svetlana for the first time, on a transatlantic flight to Dublin; from Milo, Dava’s son, as he hides in the woods with Naomi, Svetlana’s daughter; from Svetlana, experiencing the loss of a relationship that ended before it could come to fruition; from Evie, Barr’s research assistant, who witnessed Dava’s last days at home with her husband; from James, the Penningtons’ younger son, who makes a startling discovery after his father’s death; and from Milo and Svetlana again, as they grieve the injustice of Barr’s theft and confront the devastation of Dava’s disease.<br><br>In a narrative that spans four decades and four thousand miles, <i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen </i>illuminates the power of storytelling and explores the terror of losing the ability to make sense of our world. 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When interviewers asked how much of the story was drawn from life, Barr would laugh and say 63 percent. If they pressed, he told them he considered his family life a private matter. When Dava voiced the opinion, one night after the kids were in bed, that Barr was behaving unconscionably by implying that they had a child who was going blind, Barr had shrugged and said they could think what they wanted, it was none of their business anyway. <br/><br/>“But this is <i>my </i>business,” she said. “Those are my children.” <br/><br/>“Then you should thank me for not talking about them in public.” <br/><br/>“How is it violating their privacy to say they’re not going blind?” <br/><br/>“You’re pretending not to understand, Dava.” <br/><br/>“Of course I understand! You’re trying to capitalize on a misper­ception. It’s embarrassing. It’s an insult to every parent of a kid who actually has a disability.”<br/><br/>“My stories are stories. I’m not under any obligation to talk about my real life.”<br/><br/>“You’re under an obligation to the truth, like the rest of us.”<br/><br/>He leaned against the kitchen sink and looked at her with nar­rowed eyes. “Once again, my work is getting the attention. That’s what this is about.”<br/><br/>“Oh my god,” Dava said. “You want me to be jealous, is that it?”<br/><br/>“I’m just calling it like I see it.”<br/><br/>“I don’t do what you do. I don’t expect to be reviewed in the <i>Times </i>when I publish some article in the <i>Journal of Modern Literature. </i>I love what I do. Is that so devastating? I <i>want </i>your stories to win awards. That’s good for all of us. What I don’t want is to be married to a liar.”<br/><br/>“We call them fiction writers these days,” Barr said. “But use whatever term you want.” He went to his study and closed the door.<br/><br/>It wasn’t as though their real-life twelve-year-old was in per­fect health. Right now, as Dava rolled her bag toward the security checkpoint, Milo would be using his nebulizer in the kitchen while James got ready for school. Milo had asthma and eczema and aller­gies to dust and mold and whatever else flourished inside the walls of their hundred-year-old house. He sniffled all the time and car­ried an inhaler. From the time he was three years old, his eyes had been purple-circled underneath. Sometimes his allergist prescribed a round of steroids, and for a few days Milo would become as bright and ebullient as James, who was allergic to nothing. Then the doctor would taper the steroids, and inevitably the effect would fade. Milo, who wanted only to be out in the woods, had been getting allergy shots for a year and a half now, with no change. Drifts of saffron-colored pollen from a stand of pines, pink cones of chestnut blos­soms, wildflowers genuflecting in the neighbors’ unmowed yard: all of it was a misery to him. They lived with his misery day and night, knew everything about it. But an itchy, congested, slightly asthmatic child made for an unattractive literary subject. No elegant metaphor arose from his flaking skin; no poetry lived in his gritty midnight cough or in the single iamb of his sneeze.<br/><br/>Twice a year, Barr’s mother, Merrilee, would arrive to perform the duty she called “giving you two a little break,” which meant, in part, trying to substantiate her long-held theory that Milo’s aller­gies were a neurosis of Dava’s. Merrilee would encourage Barr and Dava to take a long weekend in Chicago, where they could get what she called a soupçon of culture. Merrilee lived in New York and considered the Midwest another chronic ailment that had befallen her son’s family. Because Dava had been a PhD student when she and Barr had met, because her fellowship kept them at the univer­sity long enough for Barr to be offered a permanent position there, Barr’s mother considered that ailment, too, to be Dava’s fault. <br/><br/>Barr’s flu was the same one from which Dava and the boys had just recovered. Merrilee insisted that Dava take the trip to Ireland as planned, that she could see to everything in the house. When Dava said she’d prefer to stay home, that the boys were still tender after their illness, what Merrilee said was “Too many cooks.” As if she, not Dava, were the one to whom the literal and metaphori­cal kitchen belonged. During this conversation, Milo and James sat at the table eating their grandmother’s banana bread and drinking the full-fat cow’s milk she bought them, instead of the soy milk the allergist recommended. Barr lay in bed upstairs, shivering through an Updike novel and sipping chicken soup. Her mother-in-law had made it clear that no one particularly needed Dava. They’d be better off without her, in fact, at least for the span of the trip, only a few days’ time. <br/><br/>Later that day, Dava told Barr she would go to Ireland in his place, that he could tell the prize committee she’d accept the award for him and read the speech he had prepared. He was happy to let her do it; he’d never liked international travel. He hated jetlag, and his back ached for days after an overnight flight. Dava told herself she deserved it: a solo trip to Ireland while her mother-in-law took care of Barr and the boys. Much of the time, she did every single thing in the household herself. And she’d edited draft upon draft of Barr’s prizewinning story, often at the expense of her own work. <br/><br/>Milo had been quiet and downcast this morning when she’d said goodbye, and James was uncharacteristically clingy. Barr, still fever­ish, had been sleeping when she left. She’d felt guilty all the way to the airport, thirty-five miles through slanting gray sleet. As she waited in the security line, she watched the woman and child ahead of her, the child singing to herself, the mother adjusting and readjust­ing the duck-shaped plastic clip in her daughter’s hair. When Dava traveled with the children, she found herself eyeing the women who sat alone with their magazines or sipped drinks at the airport bars: creatures from another world, idling in quiet luxury, subject to no one’s needs but their own. Now here she was, wishing she could put a hand through James’s hair, hoping Merrilee would remember to replace Milo’s expired inhaler before he left for school. She kicked her shabby rolling bag with the toe of her boot. Years ago, when she traveled alone more frequently, Barr had been in the habit of put­ting notes into her bags. Funny notes. A cartoon vampire saying, <i>It’s veird how much I vant you. </i>A miserable-looking camel on a dune, say­ing, <i>Don’t desert me. </i>She’d been looking forward to the privacy they would have on this trip, the chance they might have to talk without arguing, to have sex that wasn’t reconciliatory, to fuck unquietly in a hotel room on clean white sheets she would never have to wash. No one waking in the night needing Tylenol or albuterol. No one asking for a buttered waffle at six in the morning. Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember the last time she and Barr had had sex at all, reconciliatory or not. But then there were more and more things she couldn’t remember. A fog-laced wind seemed to blow through her brain with increasing frequency these days, unhinging things, sleight-handing them away.<br/><br/>Above her, near the ceiling of the terminal, a sparrow tested the permeability of a skylight. Two more sparrows sat on a metal bar that transected the peak of the roof. Why did birds always get trapped in airport terminals? There should have been some easy means of egress for them, but there never was. <i>Egress: </i>the first time she’d seen the word, she had assumed it referred to the female of the species, like <i>lioness </i>or <i>tigress. </i>She’d read it on the wall of a cruise-ship cabin when she was eight years old, on the safety poster beside the state­room door. <i>This room has an emergency egress in the event of fire. </i>She knew egrets; they lived in the marshlands near her grandparents’ house. What good, she had wondered idly, would an egress do in the event of fire? Why a female in particular? Where, in that small room, could it be kept? As her parents argued in hushed voices in the hall, she drew it on the cruise ship’s monogrammed notepad: the egress, white and sharp-beaked, standing at bowstrung attention, ready to give aid in a crisis. <br/><br/>Ahead of her now was the Chicago gate, the same one that always took her out of here. Sitting near the bank of windows was one of her colleagues from the university: Svetlana White, of Slavic Stud­ies, who specialized in the Russian short story. Dava took a seat some distance away and watched her, because Svetlana had interested her for some time: she was rumored to have dressed down a male col­league who was famous for ass-pinching at parties and whose work had lately edged toward plagiarism. She was also known to have had a public blowout with a longtime girlfriend, a neuroscientist, conducted at a restaurant near campus; everyone talked about it for weeks afterward. An acrimonious breakup followed. Or at least that was the gossip between the departments, which was not always reli­able. Svetlana had a book open on her knee and was eating a bagel. Dava’s mother-in-law believed that a grown woman should never be seen eating in public except at a restaurant table. She had offered this opinion on a walk with Dava a few months after Milo’s birth. Dava, desperate with lactational hunger, had bought a chocolate croissant at a bakery and was eating it as they walked, cantilevering it over Milo’s head as she carried him in the baby carrier; a rain of golden flakes drifted into the pale cumulus of his curls. As far as Dava was concerned, a scattering of butter-laced crumbs only added to Milo’s appeal. But then Merrilee had said what she’d said, and Dava had thrown the rest of her croissant into a rosebush—pointedly, she’d thought, relishing her own Tom Swifty in place of the pastry. <br/><br/>Now someone was standing over her, casting a shadow. A man in a pink polo shirt, fiftyish, a blocky gray laptop in his hand. <br/><br/>“Would you mind moving?” he said. “You’re sitting in front of the outlet, and I see you’re not using it.” He stared openly at her breasts as he spoke, and she resisted raising her hand to cover them. <br/><br/>“How do you know I wasn’t about to use it?” Dava said. <br/><br/>“I didn’t see you using it, that’s all.” <br/><br/>“But what if I was about to?” <br/><br/>“Look, never mind, I can find another one.” <br/><br/>“No, no,” Dava said, getting to her feet, gathering her things.<br/><br/>“Be my guest. I was just leaving.” Across the waiting area, Svetlana White crumpled her bagel wrapper and sank it cleanly into a nearby garbage can, then shifted in her seat and settled again. Dava bal­anced her handbag on her rolling suitcase and pulled it across the silent carpet toward Svetlana.<br/><br/>The movement caught Svetlana’s attention. “Well,” she said, looking up from her book. “Professor Pennington. How’s the En­glish department?”<br/><br/>“Fine. How’s Slavic Studies?”<br/><br/>“Contentious as ever. But wait, didn’t I see you someplace else recently?”<br/><br/>“The kids’ school. Election-day bake sale. You were there with your—son?”<br/><br/>“Daughter,” Svetlana said. “She likes her hair cut short.”<br/><br/>“Oh,” Dava said. “Sorry.” Why had she broken her own privacy and someone else’s, another mother’s? It was nearly always a mis­take. She opened her bag and took out a novel to signal that Svetlana need not feel obligated to engage.<br/><br/>“I read that,” Svetlana said, glancing at the cover. “The male-specific equivalent of postmodern navel-gazing. Penis-gazing. To put it kindly.”<br/><br/>Dava laughed. “It’s homework. He’s going to be the Exley Lec­turer in a month. I’m introducing him.”<br/><br/>“Oh! Lucky you.”<br/><br/>Dava glanced down at the book in Svetlana’s hand: Chekhov’s stories. “Are you teaching that?”<br/><br/>“No. Just fond of it.”<br/><br/>“Imagine,” Dava said. “Reading for pleasure.”<br/><br/>“Didn’t you bring anything you actually want to read?”<br/><br/>In fact, the idea hadn’t occurred to her. She shrugged, vaguely ashamed.<br/><br/>“Okay,” Svetlana said, and smiled. “We’ve got twenty minutes until boarding. The bookstore’s right there. Why don’t you go get something you want?”<br/><br/>The note of challenge in Svetlana’s tone sharpened Dava’s atten­tion, made her look at her more closely. Svetlana was wearing an asymmetrically cut black silk shirt woven with a pattern of tiny plus signs, a rolling field of increase; the plus signs looked as if they were executed in threads of actual gold. The skin of Svetlana’s hands was pale and clear, her fingernails clipped short, suggesting the effort of someone who had conquered the habit of nailbiting but struggled to remain abstinent. It took Dava a moment to remember that Svet­lana had just addressed her. What had they been talking about? <br/><br/>“Buy a book,” Dava repeated. “Any book?” <br/><br/>“No,” Svetlana said, with half-serious impatience. “One <i>you want.</i>” <br/><br/>“All right,” Dava said. Why not? She stood and headed for the bookstore, dragging her suitcase. She had not, she realized, asked where Svetlana was going after Chicago. No one who lived in their town took a flight just to Chicago; you only flew there to go farther. Why hadn’t she asked? Motherhood, she thought: it had stripped her of the nicer impulses, had reduced her exchanges to what was essential. But her children weren’t here right now. What was she saving her energy for? <br/><br/>The bookstore was not of the usual airport type. A revered bookseller named Wolf Heisenberg, who had for decades owned a large used bookstore in Cedar Rapids, now occupied this space too, an outpost. He had everything and claimed to have read it all. She thought of an old sci-fi book she meant to get for James and Milo, about a robot who gets separated from his beloved boy when the boy’s family is sent back to Earth from Mars; she was sure it would be on the shelf if she looked. But that book wouldn’t meet Svetlana’s single criterion. She felt the weight of the challenge: she would, in essence, be representing herself to Svetlana by her choice. Of course, Svetlana’s opinion was a thing of purely abstract value: the opinion of a colleague but not of a member of her department; an acquaintance, not an intimate friend. She cared what Svetlana thought, but not too much. She could choose the book she really did want. She drifted into the fiction aisle and did what she always did in a place like this: surfed the waves of memory that came with the familiar spines. There was <i>The Crying of Lot 49, </i>which, as an undergraduate, she’d read with hunger and then thrown across the room. Here was Kafka’s <i>Metamorphosis, </i>which a college lover had once, unaccountably, wanted her to read to him while he mastur­bated. The Plume edition of <i>Sula, </i>with its stemmed rose and burn­ing interior. <i>The Moviegoer, </i>which she’d worn nearly to shreds the summer after graduate school. And now here was a book she’d never read: <i>Night and Day, </i>the novel Virginia Woolf had written before <i>Mrs. Dalloway. </i>Scholars called it lesser because it shared more lit­erary DNA with the nineteenth century than with the twentieth. Should that prevent her from reading it? Was there any word of Woolf’s she should fail to read? Taking the book into her hands, she opened the cover and inhaled the must of the endpapers. Six dollars, for whatever Woolf had chosen to put between those pages. She held the book in her hands as though she owned it already, then sat down on a rolling footstool and began to read.<br/><br/>___<br/><br/>Someone was calling her name. Svetlana stood at the entrance to the bookstore, suitcase in hand. “We’re boarding,” she said. “They just called the fourth group.”<br/><br/>“Oh!” Dava said. “Hold on.” She’d lost track of time entirely; she’d forgotten she was at the airport. She went to the desk and opened her wallet, but of course she never carried cash; who did anymore? Heisenberg, that Luddite, didn’t take a credit card, not even here at the airport.<br/><br/>Svetlana rolled her bag into the bookstore, took a ten-dollar bill from her own wallet, and laid it on the counter in front of the draggle-haired clerk, one of Heisenberg’s nephews. The lesser Heisenberg smiled at Svetlana like they were friends, exchanged a few words with her, and nodded approval toward Dava’s book. Then Svetlana hustled Dava out into the terminal.<br/><br/>“You can’t just buy that for me,” Dava said.<br/><br/>“Too bad, I already did,” Svetlana said. “You’ll get me back some­time.”<br/><br/>The line of passengers had disappeared into the jetway, and the flight attendant was standing alone, dislodging the magnetic latch that held the door.<br/><br/>“Wait!” Svetlana called, and the flight attendant looked up. Svet­lana offered her boarding pass, and Dava, after some fumbling, found her own. A moment later they were hustling down the jet­way toward a plane that would transport them to Chicago, and then onward, elsewhere.\"},{\"id\":\"134189945T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"CAUTION: This email originated from outside of Penguin Random House. Please be extra cautious when opening file attachments or clicking on links.<br/><br/>WARRIORS<br/><br/>The plan had never been for Dava to go to Ireland alone. They were supposed to go together, the trip was for Barr, he was supposed to collect a prestigious international award for a short story he’d written about a man whose twelve-year-old son suffered from a rare form of progressive blindness. But here she was now, arriving at the airport alone, because Barr had the flu and couldn’t travel. His mother, who rarely got sick, was taking care of Barr and the boys. Because the father in the story resembled Barr so closely in every particular—his job as a professor of creative writ­ing at a celebrated Midwestern university, his penny-colored hair, the mild speech impediment that softened his <i>t</i>’s into <i>th</i>’s—readers assumed that Barr had a twelve-year-old son who suffered from degenerative optic neuropathy. And he had never denied it outright. When interviewers asked how much of the story was drawn from life, Barr would laugh and say 63 percent. If they pressed, he told them he considered his family life a private matter. When Dava voiced the opinion, one night after the kids were in bed, that Barr was behaving unconscionably by implying that they had a child who was going blind, Barr had shrugged and said they could think what they wanted, it was none of their business anyway. <br/><br/>“But this is <i>my </i>business,” she said. “Those are my children.” <br/><br/>“Then you should thank me for not talking about them in public.” <br/><br/>“How is it violating their privacy to say they’re not going blind?” <br/><br/>“You’re pretending not to understand, Dava.” <br/><br/>“Of course I understand! You’re trying to capitalize on a misper­ception. It’s embarrassing. It’s an insult to every parent of a kid who actually has a disability.”<br/><br/>“My stories are stories. I’m not under any obligation to talk about my real life.”<br/><br/>“You’re under an obligation to the truth, like the rest of us.”<br/><br/>He leaned against the kitchen sink and looked at her with nar­rowed eyes. “Once again, my work is getting the attention. That’s what this is about.”<br/><br/>“Oh my god,” Dava said. “You want me to be jealous, is that it?”<br/><br/>“I’m just calling it like I see it.”<br/><br/>“I don’t do what you do. I don’t expect to be reviewed in the <i>Times </i>when I publish some article in the <i>Journal of Modern Literature. </i>I love what I do. Is that so devastating? I <i>want </i>your stories to win awards. That’s good for all of us. What I don’t want is to be married to a liar.”<br/><br/>“We call them fiction writers these days,” Barr said. “But use whatever term you want.” He went to his study and closed the door.<br/><br/>It wasn’t as though their real-life twelve-year-old was in per­fect health. Right now, as Dava rolled her bag toward the security checkpoint, Milo would be using his nebulizer in the kitchen while James got ready for school. Milo had asthma and eczema and aller­gies to dust and mold and whatever else flourished inside the walls of their hundred-year-old house. He sniffled all the time and car­ried an inhaler. From the time he was three years old, his eyes had been purple-circled underneath. Sometimes his allergist prescribed a round of steroids, and for a few days Milo would become as bright and ebullient as James, who was allergic to nothing. Then the doctor would taper the steroids, and inevitably the effect would fade. Milo, who wanted only to be out in the woods, had been getting allergy shots for a year and a half now, with no change. Drifts of saffron-colored pollen from a stand of pines, pink cones of chestnut blos­soms, wildflowers genuflecting in the neighbors’ unmowed yard: all of it was a misery to him. They lived with his misery day and night, knew everything about it. But an itchy, congested, slightly asthmatic child made for an unattractive literary subject. No elegant metaphor arose from his flaking skin; no poetry lived in his gritty midnight cough or in the single iamb of his sneeze.<br/><br/>Twice a year, Barr’s mother, Merrilee, would arrive to perform the duty she called “giving you two a little break,” which meant, in part, trying to substantiate her long-held theory that Milo’s aller­gies were a neurosis of Dava’s. Merrilee would encourage Barr and Dava to take a long weekend in Chicago, where they could get what she called a soupçon of culture. Merrilee lived in New York and considered the Midwest another chronic ailment that had befallen her son’s family. Because Dava had been a PhD student when she and Barr had met, because her fellowship kept them at the univer­sity long enough for Barr to be offered a permanent position there, Barr’s mother considered that ailment, too, to be Dava’s fault. <br/><br/>Barr’s flu was the same one from which Dava and the boys had just recovered. Merrilee insisted that Dava take the trip to Ireland as planned, that she could see to everything in the house. When Dava said she’d prefer to stay home, that the boys were still tender after their illness, what Merrilee said was “Too many cooks.” As if she, not Dava, were the one to whom the literal and metaphori­cal kitchen belonged. During this conversation, Milo and James sat at the table eating their grandmother’s banana bread and drinking the full-fat cow’s milk she bought them, instead of the soy milk the allergist recommended. Barr lay in bed upstairs, shivering through an Updike novel and sipping chicken soup. Her mother-in-law had made it clear that no one particularly needed Dava. They’d be better off without her, in fact, at least for the span of the trip, only a few days’ time. <br/><br/>Later that day, Dava told Barr she would go to Ireland in his place, that he could tell the prize committee she’d accept the award for him and read the speech he had prepared. He was happy to let her do it; he’d never liked international travel. He hated jetlag, and his back ached for days after an overnight flight. Dava told herself she deserved it: a solo trip to Ireland while her mother-in-law took care of Barr and the boys. Much of the time, she did every single thing in the household herself. And she’d edited draft upon draft of Barr’s prizewinning story, often at the expense of her own work. <br/><br/>Milo had been quiet and downcast this morning when she’d said goodbye, and James was uncharacteristically clingy. Barr, still fever­ish, had been sleeping when she left. She’d felt guilty all the way to the airport, thirty-five miles through slanting gray sleet. As she waited in the security line, she watched the woman and child ahead of her, the child singing to herself, the mother adjusting and readjust­ing the duck-shaped plastic clip in her daughter’s hair. When Dava traveled with the children, she found herself eyeing the women who sat alone with their magazines or sipped drinks at the airport bars: creatures from another world, idling in quiet luxury, subject to no one’s needs but their own. Now here she was, wishing she could put a hand through James’s hair, hoping Merrilee would remember to replace Milo’s expired inhaler before he left for school. She kicked her shabby rolling bag with the toe of her boot. Years ago, when she traveled alone more frequently, Barr had been in the habit of put­ting notes into her bags. Funny notes. A cartoon vampire saying, <i>It’s veird how much I vant you. </i>A miserable-looking camel on a dune, say­ing, <i>Don’t desert me. </i>She’d been looking forward to the privacy they would have on this trip, the chance they might have to talk without arguing, to have sex that wasn’t reconciliatory, to fuck unquietly in a hotel room on clean white sheets she would never have to wash. No one waking in the night needing Tylenol or albuterol. No one asking for a buttered waffle at six in the morning. Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember the last time she and Barr had had sex at all, reconciliatory or not. But then there were more and more things she couldn’t remember. A fog-laced wind seemed to blow through her brain with increasing frequency these days, unhinging things, sleight-handing them away.<br/><br/>Above her, near the ceiling of the terminal, a sparrow tested the permeability of a skylight. Two more sparrows sat on a metal bar that transected the peak of the roof. Why did birds always get trapped in airport terminals? There should have been some easy means of egress for them, but there never was. <i>Egress: </i>the first time she’d seen the word, she had assumed it referred to the female of the species, like <i>lioness </i>or <i>tigress. </i>She’d read it on the wall of a cruise-ship cabin when she was eight years old, on the safety poster beside the state­room door. <i>This room has an emergency egress in the event of fire. </i>She knew egrets; they lived in the marshlands near her grandparents’ house. What good, she had wondered idly, would an egress do in the event of fire? Why a female in particular? Where, in that small room, could it be kept? As her parents argued in hushed voices in the hall, she drew it on the cruise ship’s monogrammed notepad: the egress, white and sharp-beaked, standing at bowstrung attention, ready to give aid in a crisis. <br/><br/>Ahead of her now was the Chicago gate, the same one that always took her out of here. Sitting near the bank of windows was one of her colleagues from the university: Svetlana White, of Slavic Stud­ies, who specialized in the Russian short story. Dava took a seat some distance away and watched her, because Svetlana had interested her for some time: she was rumored to have dressed down a male col­league who was famous for ass-pinching at parties and whose work had lately edged toward plagiarism. She was also known to have had a public blowout with a longtime girlfriend, a neuroscientist, conducted at a restaurant near campus; everyone talked about it for weeks afterward. An acrimonious breakup followed. Or at least that was the gossip between the departments, which was not always reli­able. Svetlana had a book open on her knee and was eating a bagel. Dava’s mother-in-law believed that a grown woman should never be seen eating in public except at a restaurant table. She had offered this opinion on a walk with Dava a few months after Milo’s birth. Dava, desperate with lactational hunger, had bought a chocolate croissant at a bakery and was eating it as they walked, cantilevering it over Milo’s head as she carried him in the baby carrier; a rain of golden flakes drifted into the pale cumulus of his curls. As far as Dava was concerned, a scattering of butter-laced crumbs only added to Milo’s appeal. But then Merrilee had said what she’d said, and Dava had thrown the rest of her croissant into a rosebush—pointedly, she’d thought, relishing her own Tom Swifty in place of the pastry. <br/><br/>Now someone was standing over her, casting a shadow. A man in a pink polo shirt, fiftyish, a blocky gray laptop in his hand. <br/><br/>“Would you mind moving?” he said. “You’re sitting in front of the outlet, and I see you’re not using it.” He stared openly at her breasts as he spoke, and she resisted raising her hand to cover them. <br/><br/>“How do you know I wasn’t about to use it?” Dava said. <br/><br/>“I didn’t see you using it, that’s all.” <br/><br/>“But what if I was about to?” <br/><br/>“Look, never mind, I can find another one.” <br/><br/>“No, no,” Dava said, getting to her feet, gathering her things.<br/><br/>“Be my guest. I was just leaving.” Across the waiting area, Svetlana White crumpled her bagel wrapper and sank it cleanly into a nearby garbage can, then shifted in her seat and settled again. Dava bal­anced her handbag on her rolling suitcase and pulled it across the silent carpet toward Svetlana.<br/><br/>The movement caught Svetlana’s attention. “Well,” she said, looking up from her book. “Professor Pennington. How’s the En­glish department?”<br/><br/>“Fine. How’s Slavic Studies?”<br/><br/>“Contentious as ever. But wait, didn’t I see you someplace else recently?”<br/><br/>“The kids’ school. Election-day bake sale. You were there with your—son?”<br/><br/>“Daughter,” Svetlana said. “She likes her hair cut short.”<br/><br/>“Oh,” Dava said. “Sorry.” Why had she broken her own privacy and someone else’s, another mother’s? It was nearly always a mis­take. She opened her bag and took out a novel to signal that Svetlana need not feel obligated to engage.<br/><br/>“I read that,” Svetlana said, glancing at the cover. “The male-specific equivalent of postmodern navel-gazing. Penis-gazing. To put it kindly.”<br/><br/>Dava laughed. “It’s homework. He’s going to be the Exley Lec­turer in a month. I’m introducing him.”<br/><br/>“Oh! Lucky you.”<br/><br/>Dava glanced down at the book in Svetlana’s hand: Chekhov’s stories. “Are you teaching that?”<br/><br/>“No. Just fond of it.”<br/><br/>“Imagine,” Dava said. “Reading for pleasure.”<br/><br/>“Didn’t you bring anything you actually want to read?”<br/><br/>In fact, the idea hadn’t occurred to her. She shrugged, vaguely ashamed.<br/><br/>“Okay,” Svetlana said, and smiled. “We’ve got twenty minutes until boarding. The bookstore’s right there. Why don’t you go get something you want?”<br/><br/>The note of challenge in Svetlana’s tone sharpened Dava’s atten­tion, made her look at her more closely. Svetlana was wearing an asymmetrically cut black silk shirt woven with a pattern of tiny plus signs, a rolling field of increase; the plus signs looked as if they were executed in threads of actual gold. The skin of Svetlana’s hands was pale and clear, her fingernails clipped short, suggesting the effort of someone who had conquered the habit of nailbiting but struggled to remain abstinent. It took Dava a moment to remember that Svet­lana had just addressed her. What had they been talking about? <br/><br/>“Buy a book,” Dava repeated. “Any book?” <br/><br/>“No,” Svetlana said, with half-serious impatience. “One <i>you want.</i>” <br/><br/>“All right,” Dava said. Why not? She stood and headed for the bookstore, dragging her suitcase. She had not, she realized, asked where Svetlana was going after Chicago. No one who lived in their town took a flight just to Chicago; you only flew there to go farther. Why hadn’t she asked? Motherhood, she thought: it had stripped her of the nicer impulses, had reduced her exchanges to what was essential. But her children weren’t here right now. What was she saving her energy for? <br/><br/>The bookstore was not of the usual airport type. A revered bookseller named Wolf Heisenberg, who had for decades owned a large used bookstore in Cedar Rapids, now occupied this space too, an outpost. He had everything and claimed to have read it all. She thought of an old sci-fi book she meant to get for James and Milo, about a robot who gets separated from his beloved boy when the boy’s family is sent back to Earth from Mars; she was sure it would be on the shelf if she looked. But that book wouldn’t meet Svetlana’s single criterion. She felt the weight of the challenge: she would, in essence, be representing herself to Svetlana by her choice. Of course, Svetlana’s opinion was a thing of purely abstract value: the opinion of a colleague but not of a member of her department; an acquaintance, not an intimate friend. She cared what Svetlana thought, but not too much. She could choose the book she really did want. She drifted into the fiction aisle and did what she always did in a place like this: surfed the waves of memory that came with the familiar spines. There was <i>The Crying of Lot 49, </i>which, as an undergraduate, she’d read with hunger and then thrown across the room. Here was Kafka’s <i>Metamorphosis, </i>which a college lover had once, unaccountably, wanted her to read to him while he mastur­bated. The Plume edition of <i>Sula, </i>with its stemmed rose and burn­ing interior. <i>The Moviegoer, </i>which she’d worn nearly to shreds the summer after graduate school. And now here was a book she’d never read: <i>Night and Day, </i>the novel Virginia Woolf had written before <i>Mrs. Dalloway. </i>Scholars called it lesser because it shared more lit­erary DNA with the nineteenth century than with the twentieth. Should that prevent her from reading it? Was there any word of Woolf’s she should fail to read? Taking the book into her hands, she opened the cover and inhaled the must of the endpapers. Six dollars, for whatever Woolf had chosen to put between those pages. She held the book in her hands as though she owned it already, then sat down on a rolling footstool and began to read.<br/><br/>___<br/><br/>Someone was calling her name. Svetlana stood at the entrance to the bookstore, suitcase in hand. “We’re boarding,” she said. “They just called the fourth group.”<br/><br/>“Oh!” Dava said. “Hold on.” She’d lost track of time entirely; she’d forgotten she was at the airport. She went to the desk and opened her wallet, but of course she never carried cash; who did anymore? Heisenberg, that Luddite, didn’t take a credit card, not even here at the airport.<br/><br/>Svetlana rolled her bag into the bookstore, took a ten-dollar bill from her own wallet, and laid it on the counter in front of the draggle-haired clerk, one of Heisenberg’s nephews. The lesser Heisenberg smiled at Svetlana like they were friends, exchanged a few words with her, and nodded approval toward Dava’s book. Then Svetlana hustled Dava out into the terminal.<br/><br/>“You can’t just buy that for me,” Dava said.<br/><br/>“Too bad, I already did,” Svetlana said. “You’ll get me back some­time.”<br/><br/>The line of passengers had disappeared into the jetway, and the flight attendant was standing alone, dislodging the magnetic latch that held the door.<br/><br/>“Wait!” Svetlana called, and the flight attendant looked up. Svet­lana offered her boarding pass, and Dava, after some fumbling, found her own. A moment later they were hustling down the jet­way toward a plane that would transport them to Chicago, and then onward, elsewhere.\"},{\"id\":\"123562444T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"“I was so taken with <i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen </i>that I read it twice—in part to make sure it was really as good as I thought. It struck me as just about perfect both times. . . . Each chapter, full of drama and incident, packs the power of a well-crated short story. . . . Masterfully plotted, gorgeously moving.” <b>—Heller McAlpin, NPR<br/></b><br/>“Thrilling. . . . <i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen </i>brilliantly emphasizes the agony of isolation in its various forms, and the relief that can only come in telling a story for oneself.” <b>—Meg Wolitzer, <i>The New York Times<br/></i> </b><br/>“<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i> is Julie Orringer at the top of her game. . . . Line by line, left turn by left turn, Orringer remains at the peak of her powers.” <b>—<i>The Boston Globe<br/></i> </b><br/>“The star of [<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i>] is not human at all, but an injured rescue dog, Luna, whom a few of the characters befriend. . . . Her quiet presence is a remedy to the human habits of competition and deceit.” <b>—<i>The Wall Street Journal<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"<i>Luna, Pheonix, Queen</i> reimagined what I thought a novel could do. My favorite kind of novel.\\\" <b>—Caro Claire Burke, author of <i>Yesteryear</i></b><br/><br/>“<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i> breaks all the rules and makes its own. Gripping, heartbreaking, redemptive and a joy to read, Orringer has given readers a great gift. It will knock your socks off.” <b>—Andrew Sean Greer, Pulitzer Prize-winning author of <i>Less<br/><br/></i></b>“<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i> is a miracle of a book. A novel about love, memory, and betrayal, it is also a story about the search for freedom and the persistence of hope. Julie Orringer is one of our wisest and most open-hearted writers; this novel filled me with joy and wonder.” —<b>Katie Kitamura, author of <i>Audition</i></b><br/><br/>“No one writes a love story like Julie Orringer. In this intensely personal novel, illness cracks a family open to reveal, at its secret heart, a passionate affair, an edge-of-your-seat mystery, and one of the most memorable dogs in all of literature.” <b>—Nell Freudenberger, author of <i>The Limits<br/><br/></i></b>“<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i> is a mystery about writing and thievery and who we are, no matter who we appear to be, and a love story in which the soul, animal and human, transgresses and transcends, honing each being. . . . In Julie Orringer’s words, ‘there’ s no justice, but there might be truth’” <b>—Jayne Anne Phillips, Pulitzer Prize-winning author of <i>Small Town Girl </i>and <i>Night Watch<br/><br/></i></b>“[<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i>] is an exceptional, intricately layered work about bad fortune, difficult choices and the desire for redemption. . . . A warm, beautifully crafted mosaic of suppressed longing and poignant desperation.” <b>—<i>BookPage </i>(starred review)</b><br/><br/>“Orringer plumbs the depths of Alzheimer’s, betrayal, and plagiarism in her exquisite latest. . . . She offers fascinating insights into the motivations behind and consequences of literary appropriation. This is superb.” <b>—Publishers Weekly (starred review)</b><br/><br/>“[A] heart-seizing, insightful, complexly provocative, and profoundly intentional novel of loneliness and longing, betrayal and rescue, creativity and love.\\\" <b>—<i>Booklist </i>(starred review)</b><br/><br/>“Heart-stoppingly good. . . . Orringer constructs a soulful novel that works variations on themes of love, loss, and legacy.” <b>—<i>Kirkus </i>(starred review)</b>\"},{\"id\":\"130450326T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"I was so taken with <i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen </i>that I read it twice--in part to make sure it was really as good as I thought. It struck me as just about perfect both times. . . . Each chapter, full of drama and incident, packs the power of a well-crated short story. . . . Masterfully plotted, gorgeously moving.\\\" <b>--Heller McAlpin, NPR<br/></b><br/>\\\"Thrilling. . . . <i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen </i>brilliantly emphasizes the agony of isolation in its various forms, and the relief that can only come in telling a story for oneself.\\\" <b>--Meg Wolitzer, <i>The New York Times<br/></i> </b><br/>\\\"<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i> is Julie Orringer at the top of her game. . . . Line by line, left turn by left turn, Orringer remains at the peak of her powers.\\\" <b>--<i>The Boston Globe<br/></i> </b><br/>\\\"The star of [<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i>] is not human at all, but an injured rescue dog, Luna, whom a few of the characters befriend. . . . Her quiet presence is a remedy to the human habits of competition and deceit.\\\" <b>--<i>The Wall Street Journal<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"<i>Luna, Pheonix, Queen</i> reimagined what I thought a novel could do. My favorite kind of novel.\\\" <b>--Caro Claire Burke, author of <i>Yesteryear</i></b> <p/>\\\"<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i> breaks all the rules and makes its own. Gripping, heartbreaking, redemptive and a joy to read, Orringer has given readers a great gift. It will knock your socks off.\\\" <b>--Andrew Sean Greer, Pulitzer Prize-winning author of <i>Less <p/></i></b>\\\"<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i> is a miracle of a book. A novel about love, memory, and betrayal, it is also a story about the search for freedom and the persistence of hope. Julie Orringer is one of our wisest and most open-hearted writers; this novel filled me with joy and wonder.\\\" --<b>Katie Kitamura, author of <i>Audition</i></b> <p/>\\\"No one writes a love story like Julie Orringer. In this intensely personal novel, illness cracks a family open to reveal, at its secret heart, a passionate affair, an edge-of-your-seat mystery, and one of the most memorable dogs in all of literature.\\\" <b>--Nell Freudenberger, author of <i>The Limits <p/></i></b>\\\"<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i> is a mystery about writing and thievery and who we are, no matter who we appear to be, and a love story in which the soul, animal and human, transgresses and transcends, honing each being. . . . In Julie Orringer's words, 'there' s no justice, but there might be truth'\\\" <b>--Jayne Anne Phillips, Pulitzer Prize-winning author of <i>Small Town Girl </i>and <i>Night Watch <p/></i></b>\\\"[<i>Luna, Phoenix, Queen</i>] is an exceptional, intricately layered work about bad fortune, difficult choices and the desire for redemption. . . . A warm, beautifully crafted mosaic of suppressed longing and poignant desperation.\\\" <b>--<i>BookPage </i>(starred review)</b> <p/>\\\"Orringer plumbs the depths of Alzheimer's, betrayal, and plagiarism in her exquisite latest. . . . She offers fascinating insights into the motivations behind and consequences of literary appropriation. This is superb.\\\" <b>--Publishers Weekly (starred review)</b> <p/>\\\"[A] heart-seizing, insightful, complexly provocative, and profoundly intentional novel of loneliness and longing, betrayal and rescue, creativity and love.\\\" <b>--<i>Booklist </i>(starred review)</b> <p/>\\\"Heart-stoppingly good. . . . Orringer constructs a soulful novel that works variations on themes of love, loss, and legacy.\\\" <b>--<i>Kirkus </i>(starred review)</b>\"},{\"id\":\"133290715T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"2026 Kirkus Prize for Fiction, Short-listed<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"134097827T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Loved <em>Commonwealth</em> by Ann Patchett? Julie Orringer's latest, a thoughtful, and thought-provoking novel about the stories we tell about ourselves—and who gets to tells them, is a perfect companion read for Patchett fans.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"122228169T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>Julie Orringer is the author of three award-winning books: <i>How to Breathe Underwater</i>, <i>The Invisible Bridge</i>, and T<i>he Flight Portfolio</i>, which was the basis for the 2023 Netflix series <i>Transatlantic</i>. She is the winner of the <i>Paris Review</i>’s Plimpton Prize for Fiction and the recipient of fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, the Dorothy and Lewis B. Cullman Center at the New York Public Library, the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard, and MacDowell. She teaches at New York University and Stanford University, and lives in Brooklyn.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"123794076T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>JULIE ORRINGER is the author of the novel <i>The Invisible Bridge</i> and the award-winning short story collection <i>How to Breathe Underwater</i>, which was a <i>New York Times </i>Notable Book. She is the winner of <i>The Paris Review</i>'s Plimpton Prize for Fiction and the recipient of fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, Stanford University, and the Dorothy and Lewis B. Cullman Center for Scholars and Writers at the New York Public Library. 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John Field, an awkward and sensitive child, is preternaturally gifted, and his family has visions of him becoming the next Mozart. His talent takes him far—to England, France, and then Russia, where he becomes a famous pianist and composes dreamy, languorous melodies that enchant the night air. John calls them nocturnes, but the prodigy who immortalizes them is Chopin.Oceans away in Pondicherry, in French India, Adelaide Percheron has a startling rise of her own. Orphaned at a young age, she is raised by her imperious, enterprising grandmother. Her cousins give her the name Percherette, an impish reminder that despite their shared relations, Adelaide is not one of the crowd, owing to her parents’ differing ancestry. Without a connection to aristocracy or the luxury of riches, only marriage seems to offer prosperity—until she sets her sights on a pianoforte. Driven by her secret love of music and a desire to see the world, Percherette engineers her exodus, escaping to Paris and later to Moscow, as Napoleon’s army sets out to conquer the continent.Peopled by rival prodigies, irate tutors, begrudging guardians, and the true-to-life masters of the trade, Yiyun Li’s magisterial, polyphonic novel depicts two aspiring musicians—destined to be husband and wife—in pursuit of success. Their struggles unfold amid political and artistic upheaval and pit them against the forces of their time. As John and Adelaide each try to chart a path between talent and genius, success and legacy, profit and passion, they must decide what, and even who, is worth sacrificing along the way. Drawing inspiration from the past but finding entirely new forms, Music Against the Night comes to life with the sweep and dimension of the Romantic era and a deep understanding of the demands of living and of art.","<p><b>Figures of the past find new life in Yiyun Li’s thrillingly imagined saga following two musicians as they mature, study, travel, love, grieve, and, above all, chase their ambitions.</b><br><br>In Dublin, as the eighteenth century nears its end, a young musical virtuoso comes of age. John Field, an awkward and sensitive child, is preternaturally gifted, and his family has visions of him becoming the next Mozart. His talent takes him far—to England, France, and then Russia, where he becomes a famous pianist and composes dreamy, languorous melodies that enchant the night air. John calls them <i>nocturnes</i>, but the prodigy who immortalizes them is Chopin.<br><br>Oceans away in Pondicherry, in French India, Adelaide Percheron has a startling rise of her own. Orphaned at a young age, she is raised by her imperious, enterprising grandmother. Her cousins give her the name Percherette, an impish reminder that despite their shared relations, Adelaide is not one of the crowd, owing to her parents’ differing ancestry. Without a connection to aristocracy or the luxury of riches, only marriage seems to offer prosperity—until she sets her sights on a pianoforte. Driven by her secret love of music and a desire to see the world, Percherette engineers her exodus, escaping to Paris and later to Moscow, as Napoleon’s army sets out to conquer the continent.<br><br>Peopled by rival prodigies, irate tutors, begrudging guardians, and the true-to-life masters of the trade, Yiyun Li’s magisterial, polyphonic novel depicts two aspiring musicians—destined to be husband and wife—in pursuit of success. Their struggles unfold amid political and artistic upheaval and pit them against the forces of their time. As John and Adelaide each try to chart a path between talent and genius, success and legacy, profit and passion, they must decide what, and even who, is worth sacrificing along the way. Drawing inspiration from the past but finding entirely new forms, <i>Music Against the Night</i> comes to life with the sweep and dimension of the Romantic era and a deep understanding of the demands of living and of art.</p>",{"_675":14534,"_36":14535,"_944":5852,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":14538},{"_5667":14536,"_5669":14537},{"_5643":14525},{"_5614":14510},{"_5614":2207},{"_5614":6224},[14491,14492,-5,14493,14494,-5,14495,14496,14497,14498,14499,-5,14500,14501,-5,14502,14503,14504],{"_675":14523,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":14524},{"_675":14521,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5775,"_5614":14522},{"_675":14520,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":6224},{"_675":14519,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":6224},{"_675":14518,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":6255},{"_675":14516,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":14517},{"_675":14514,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":14515},{"_675":14512,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":14513},{"_675":14511,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":14509,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":14510},{"_675":14508,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2207},{"_675":14507,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":14506,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":5822},{"_675":14505,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":4505},"gid://shopify/Metafield/195882001137905","gid://shopify/Metafield/195882001170673","gid://shopify/Metafield/74785837187313","gid://shopify/Metafield/74785833844977","gid://shopify/Metafield/86990331117809","[\"BADGE - $3 OFF (p7877)\",\"B|$3 Off|#DD2A27|#701F15 (p7847)\",\"BADGE - 10% OFF (p7873)\",\"Our Most Anticipated Books (p10162)\",\"Recently Reviewed (p10276)\",\"Retail Price fixing (p261)\",\"Barnes & Noble Holiday Gift Guide (p5430)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/74785836826865","gid://shopify/Metafield/74785835352305","1148595536","gid://shopify/Metafield/74785837875441","Music-Against-the-Night/Yiyun-Li","gid://shopify/Metafield/74785838530801","[{\"id\":\"132787449T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>“This wondrous novel following two young musicians is brilliant on talent and ambition, disappointment and hope. It is wise and sad and beautifully-written, and witty too. I greatly admire Yiyun Li's work.” <br/><b>—Louise Kennedy, author of <i>Trespasses</i><br/></b><br/>“Li brings her copious talents to explore the birth of the musical obsessions of two real-life musicians at the turn of the eighteenth century.”<br/><b>—Carolyn Kellogg, <i>The Boston Globe</i> (Most Anticipated Fall Books)</b><br/><br/>“Virtuosic in every way, <i>Music Against the Night </i>is <b>a spellbinding read</b>. Through Adelaide Percheron and John Field, we are forced to ask: What price must children pay to be ushered into the world of adults? At what cost, their talents and gifts? Yiyun Li gathers the unflinching answers that emerge and presents them to us with <b>prose so beautiful it is a form of mercy</b>.” <br/><b>—Maaza Mengiste, author of <i>The Shadow King</i></b><br/><br/>“<b>Li balances beauty and futility in the tragic, lovely bargain that artists make</b> with the world, with death, and with music itself. <i>Music Against the Night</i> is a wise and wonderful book.” <br/><b>—Anne Enright</b><br/><br/>“<i>Music Against the Night</i> manages to be at once a <b>gorgeously reimagined epic </b>and <b>a sharply observed tale of ambition, art and sacrifice</b> <b>that speaks to current times</b>. <b>Yiyun Li is one of the most important writers alive</b>, constantly in search of new ways of telling the most urgent stories.”<br/><b>—Tash Aw</b><br/><br/>\\\"<i>Music Against the Night </i>may well be the most perfectly constructed, moving, and beautiful novel I've ever read. Yiyun Li is the best of all of us.\\\"<br/><b>—Ann Patchett, author of <i>Whistler</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"[A] <b>keen psychological study of the musicians and their muses</b> . . . <b>A virtuoso performance from Li. Brava!</b>\\\"<br/><b>—<i>Kirkus Reviews </i>(starred review)</b><br/><br/>“Li releases both characters from the margins, infusing history’s elisions with fascinating layers and lingering resonance . . . <b>[She] bestows literary immortality on these overlooked musicians</b>.”<br/><b>—Terry Hong, <i>Booklist </i>(starred review)</b><br/><br/>\\\"Li’s <b>creative, intelligent</b>, trilogy-launching new novel highlights the power of music.” <br/><b>—Tina Panik, <i>Publishers Weekly </i>(Top 10 Literary Fiction – Fall 2026 Preview)</b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"132816886T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p><b>Advance Praise</b> <p/>\\\"This wondrous novel following two young musicians is brilliant on talent and ambition, disappointment and hope. It is wise and sad and beautifully-written, and witty too. I greatly admire Yiyun Li's work.\\\" <br/><b>--Louise Kennedy, author of <i>Trespasses</i><br/></b><br/>\\\"Li brings her copious talents to explore the birth of the musical obsessions of two real-life musicians at the turn of the eighteenth century.\\\"<br/><b>--Carolyn Kellogg, <i>The Boston Globe</i> (Most Anticipated Fall Books)</b> <p/>\\\"Virtuosic in every way, <i>Music Against the Night </i>is <b>a spellbinding read</b>. Through Adelaide Percheron and John Field, we are forced to ask: What price must children pay to be ushered into the world of adults? At what cost, their talents and gifts? Yiyun Li gathers the unflinching answers that emerge and presents them to us with <b>prose so beautiful it is a form of mercy</b>.\\\" <br/><b>--Maaza Mengiste, author of <i>The Shadow King</i></b> <p/>\\\"<b>Li balances beauty and futility in the tragic, lovely bargain that artists make</b> with the world, with death, and with music itself. <i>Music Against the Night</i> is a wise and wonderful book.\\\" <br/><b>--Anne Enright</b> <p/>\\\"<i>Music Against the Night</i> manages to be at once a <b>gorgeously reimagined epic </b>and <b>a sharply observed tale of ambition, art and sacrifice</b> <b>that speaks to current times</b>. <b>Yiyun Li is one of the most important writers alive</b>, constantly in search of new ways of telling the most urgent stories.\\\"<br/><b>--Tash Aw</b> <p/>\\\"<i>Music Against the Night </i>may well be the most perfectly constructed, moving, and beautiful novel I've ever read. Yiyun Li is the best of all of us.\\\"<br/><b>--Ann Patchett, author of <i>Whistler</i></b> <p/>\\\"[A] <b>keen psychological study of the musicians and their muses</b> . . . <b>A virtuoso performance from Li. 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She is the recipient of many awards, including a PEN/Faulkner Award, a PEN/Malamud Award, a PEN/Hemingway Award, a PEN/Jean Stein Book Award, a MacArthur Fellowship, and a Windham–Campbell Prize, and has been a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize. Her work has appeared in <i>The New Yorker</i>, <i>A Public Space</i>,<i> The Best American Short Stories</i>, and <i>The PEN/O. Henry Prize Stories</i>, among other publications. 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However, before Lil Jon began his reign as “The King of Crunk,” he was just Jonathan Smith, a kid from the suburbs of Atlanta discovering his love for music and performance. Now, in I Only Shout So You Can Hear Me, Lil Jon peels back the layers of his larger-than-life persona for the first time, revealing the circumstances that led to the creation of his world-famous persona. He recounts his early exposure to music and his rapid rise in the Atlanta music scene, highlighting his pivotal role in shaping the city’s distinct hip-hop sound. Beyond the creation of massive hits like “Get Low” and “Yeah!,” Lil Jon opens up about the personal struggles that accompanied his fame, including creative burnout and the search for meaning beyond the stage. He explores his rediscovery of his passion for DJing and reinvents himself as a multifaceted artist and entrepreneur, only to face a heartbreak no parent should ever have to endure. With candid voice and thoughtfulness, I Only Shout So You Can Hear Me serves as a testament to the power of perseverance, creativity, and authenticity, delivering an inspiring message to aspiring artists, entrepreneurs, and anyone who dares to defy expectations, embrace change, and find success on their own terms.","<b>The </b><b>Grammy </b><b>Award</b><b>–</b><b>winning</b><b>, legendary producer, global hype-master, and King of Crunk, Lil Jon, on the story of his life and his transformation into the high-volume showman behind a musical evolution.</b><br><br>For decades, the Grammy Award–winning artist Lil Jon has captivated audiences with the high-energy, chant-heavy, and bass-driven musical style that has become uniquely his own. However, before Lil Jon began his reign as “The King of Crunk,” he was just Jonathan Smith, a kid from the suburbs of Atlanta discovering his love for music and performance.<br> <br>Now, in <i>I Only Shout So You Can Hear Me</i>, Lil Jon peels back the layers of his larger-than-life persona for the first time, revealing the circumstances that led to the creation of his world-famous persona. He recounts his early exposure to music and his rapid rise in the Atlanta music scene, highlighting his pivotal role in shaping the city’s distinct hip-hop sound. Beyond the creation of massive hits like “Get Low” and “Yeah!,” Lil Jon opens up about the personal struggles that accompanied his fame, including creative burnout and the search for meaning beyond the stage. He explores his rediscovery of his passion for DJing and reinvents himself as a multifaceted artist and entrepreneur, only to face a heartbreak no parent should ever have to endure.<br> <br>With candid voice and thoughtfulness, <i>I Only Shout So You Can Hear Me </i>serves as a testament to the power of perseverance, creativity, and authenticity, delivering an inspiring message to aspiring artists, entrepreneurs, and anyone who dares to defy expectations, embrace change, and find success on their own terms.",{"_675":14606,"_36":14607,"_944":5790,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":14610},{"_5667":14608,"_5669":14609},{"_5643":14597},{"_5614":11536},{"_5614":2238},{"_5614":6224},[14570,-5,-5,14571,14572,-5,14573,14574,14575,14576,14577,-5,14578,14579,-5,14580,-5,14581],{"_675":14595,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":14596},{"_675":14594,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":6224},{"_675":14593,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":6224},{"_675":14592,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":6255},{"_675":14590,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":14591},{"_675":14589,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":8090},{"_675":14587,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":14588},{"_675":14586,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":14585,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":11536},{"_675":14584,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2238},{"_675":14583,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":14582,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":8390},"gid://shopify/Metafield/196423439253745","gid://shopify/Metafield/76872479637745","gid://shopify/Metafield/76872477409521","gid://shopify/Metafield/78682511606001","gid://shopify/Metafield/76872479342833","gid://shopify/Metafield/76872478392561","1149896507","gid://shopify/Metafield/76872480325873","gid://shopify/Metafield/76872481243377","[{\"id\":\"134542754T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"Prologue PROLOGUE <br>I’M STANDING IN the tunnel, and the whole shit feels surreal.<br> <br>The waiting does something to your emotions. Nobody’s talking. And I’m a little antsy.<br> <br>Like, <i>Oh, shit, we’re about to do this…</i><br> <br>The lights go down, the stagehands put us in place, and I’m on the field, looking out at the crowd.<br> <br><i>Wow, look at all those people.</i> Sixty thousand in the stadium and millions watching around the world.<br> <br>But I’m not nervous. I never get nervous. Never.<br> <br><i>Arrrggghh!</i><br> <br>It’s raw emotion. It’s energy. I can feel it running through me. I’m ready to punch somebody in the chest. I might just run onto the field and start tackling somebody.<br> <br>I’m confident. I’m gonna kill my performance. I don’t know this for a fact, of course. I could trip, fall, or make a fool of myself.<br> <br>But I’m manifesting it. I’m visualizing it.<br> <br>This is Usher’s highly anticipated halftime show at Super Bowl LVIII. I’ve spent the last six months as the show’s musical director. I’ve helped Usher pick the right songs, sequence the correct order, and, at his request, will help him close out with a bang.<br> <br>Usher inches deeper into the show. He does “Caught Up,” “U Don’t Have to Call,” and “Love in This Club.” He sings, dances, and moves like a ball of smoke, from one place to another, a proverbial sun around which a zillion other things appear to orbit. Then Alicia Keys sits behind a red piano, singing “My Boo,” their beloved duet.<br> <br>Nobody in the stadium knows I’m here. There are just rumors. For weeks, my phone’s been blowing up. Media calling. Friends calling. Industry people hitting me up out the blue.<br> <br><i>You doing the halftime show?</i> But I don’t say shit. It’s the NFL Super Bowl!<br> <br>Halfway through the show, Usher brings out another guest—H.E.R., in a patent leather outfit, red guitar in hand, ripping on “U Got It Bad.”<br> <br>My time is getting closer. I’m still waiting. Within me, the energy is growing more. The music, the lights, the crowd—I feel it all. Something is coming over me, like I’m transforming. I’m Bruce Banner, turning into the Incredible Hulk.<br> <br>Then Usher is roller-skating back and forth. He segues into “OMG,” and it’s moving fast—remember, he’s got a million hits and only thirteen minutes to perform.<br> <br>Until, finally…<br> <br><i>“Las Vegas, are you ready to get crazy!!!!”</i><br> <br>It’s a major moment—<i>my</i> moment—the chance to bring the show to a whole ’nother level. When the beat drops on “Turn Down for What,” the camera cuts to me and I’m in the middle of a crowd. There’s a wild scene around me, a real mosh pit. It’s a total vibe shift and it makes my segment stand out.<br> <br>This is crucial because you only get once in a lifetime to be in front of that many people. Later, I learned it was 123.4 million viewers, the biggest audience for a TV event since the 1969 moon landing. But like I said, it was no nerves or anything. It was simply my time to shine.<br> <br>The song switches again.<br> <br><i>Bah bump, bah bomp… bah bomp, bah bump.</i><br> <br>The synthesizer line drags out, solo. You gotta tease ’em a little bit.<br> <br>The anticipation builds. We’ve come this far, we’re about to bring the whole world to a climax.<br> <br>It’s the finale, the biggest song of the twenty-first century—“Yeah!”<br> <br>What a blessing to be onstage performing the song twenty years after it came out. A million songs come out each week. A million artists have come and gone since then.<br> <br>But we’re still here. On the biggest stage possible. Performing a song that might have never come out if I weren’t willing to jump in and get my hands dirty. Now the music is immortal. It’ll be getting played long after I’m gone. Just like a lot of the songs that I’ve been behind.<br> <br>Now, you may know me as the King of Crunk. You may know me as the guy with the hits you made unforgettable memories to. You may know me from your TV screen. Or maybe you know me from Las Vegas, where you got fucking crazy at my DJ gigs (I probably poured you a couple shots).<br> <br>But I honestly believe you don’t know who I am. You’ve seen a version of me. You have an idea. I’m the party guy, the wild guy, the guy who says those three words (“Yeah!” “What?” “Okay!”).<br> <br>Well, I am far more than that. And I’m here to peel back the curtain, give you a glimpse of my life and everything that made me who I am. I will show you where I come from and how I got to where I am today.<br> <br>Because it’s crazy that the same guy on that Super Bowl stage started out in a little basement in southwest Atlanta. It’s even crazier that I took what I did in the basement to the clubs, and that those same clubs inspired my first records, which, at first, nobody wanted to play.<br> <br>It’s difficult to imagine today, when so many of these songs are considered classics. But you wouldn’t believe how many times, in the early days, someone told me: “These are just chants. These songs will never get played. It’s impossible.”<br> <br>But I did it. Not only did I do it, but I did it at the highest level. I had my hand in some of the key moments and movements that shaped musical history.<br> <br>This book is a light into that world—the world that created me and the world I created.<br> <br>This is my origin story.<br> <br>LET’S GO!\"},{\"id\":\"129962742T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"“Rapper Lil Jon debuts with a candid account of his rise through the hip hop club scene of 1990s Atlanta to music stardom. [His] improbable ascent makes for fast-paced reading. . . . Hip-hop fans will get plenty out of this.”<br> —<i>Publishers Weekly</i><br> <br> “Lil Jon’s stories of his career in music are, unsurprisingly, entertaining, but he also reveals himself to be quite thoughtful, reflecting on his sometimes-troubled family and, in the end of the book, on an unimaginable tragedy. Despite that, this is a fun, reflective book from an entertainer who knows how to make people smile.”<br> —<i>Kirkus</i>\"},{\"id\":\"130291406T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"Rapper Lil Jon debuts with a candid account of his rise through the hip hop club scene of 1990s Atlanta to music stardom. [His] improbable ascent makes for fast-paced reading. . . . Hip-hop fans will get plenty out of this.\\\"<br/> --<i>Publishers Weekly</i> <p/> \\\"Lil Jon's stories of his career in music are, unsurprisingly, entertaining, but he also reveals himself to be quite thoughtful, reflecting on his sometimes-troubled family and, in the end of the book, on an unimaginable tragedy. Despite that, this is a fun, reflective book from an entertainer who knows how to make people smile.\\\"<br/> --<i>Kirkus</i>\"},{\"id\":\"131616081T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>From growing up in the suburbs of Atlanta to becoming global superstar, Lil Jon delivers a deeply personal memoir exploring creativity, artistry and his years-long perseverance within the music industry.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"125770601T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>Lil Jon,<b> </b>born Jonathan Smith, is a rapper, producer, and DJ widely recognized as a pioneer of the crunk movement in hip-hop. 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With just a little thought and a few good ingredients, you can make truly impressive dishes without spending hours in the kitchen. Simply Ina celebrates the delicious results of streamlined cooking, sharing Ina’s expert tips and tricks for achieving the best flavor with the least amount of effort.Each recipe in this book has a secret that makes preparing it easier than you thought. Some dishes rely on smart store-bought shortcuts—like Mashed Potato & Leek Soup so delicious no one will ever guess it’s made with packaged mashed potatoes and Bourbon Baked Beans that dress up canned baked beans with smoked bacon, maple syrup, and good bourbon—because sometimes store-bought really is just fine! For seamless gatherings, Ina’s deeply flavorful Provencal Chicken with Olives & Capers can be made ahead and reheated in its Dutch oven before dinner, and the crispy oatmeal topping on her Cherry Berry Crumble can be prepped in advance for easy assembly in the moment. Elegant dishes like Endive & Avocado Salad and Irish Coffee Affogato involve little more than assembling ingredients, allowing you to serve something special without really cooking at all.Whether you’re feeding unexpected guests, pulling together a Tuesday night dinner after work, or hosting a dinner party and don’t want to miss all the fun cooped up in the kitchen, you’ll be happy to have these simple, satisfying, and completely doable recipes to turn to. Because simple food shouldn’t just save you time; it should let you enjoy the people you love.","<b>This is Ina for everyone—85 of her fabulous recipes at their simplest, from make-ahead lunches to effortless appetizers and showstopping dinners, with time-saving options and a little help from her signature “store-bought is fine” philosophy.</b><br><br>Through her years of experience as a home cook, Ina Garten has learned that the best food is often the simplest. With just a little thought and a few good ingredients, you can make truly impressive dishes without spending hours in the kitchen. <i>Simply Ina</i> celebrates the delicious results of streamlined cooking, sharing Ina’s expert tips and tricks for achieving the best flavor with the least amount of effort.<br><br>Each recipe in this book has a secret that makes preparing it easier than you thought. Some dishes rely on smart store-bought shortcuts—like <b>Mashed Potato &amp; Leek Soup</b> so delicious no one will ever guess it’s made with packaged mashed potatoes and <b>Bourbon Baked Beans</b> that dress up canned baked beans with smoked bacon, maple syrup, and good bourbon—because sometimes store-bought really is just fine! For seamless gatherings, Ina’s deeply flavorful <b>Provencal Chicken with Olives &amp; Capers</b> can be made ahead and reheated in its Dutch oven before dinner, and the crispy oatmeal topping on her <b>Cherry Berry Crumble</b> can be prepped in advance for easy assembly in the moment. Elegant dishes like <b>Endive &amp; Avocado Salad</b> and <b>Irish Coffee Affogato </b>involve little more than assembling ingredients, allowing you to serve something special without really cooking at all.<br><br>Whether you’re feeding unexpected guests, pulling together a Tuesday night dinner after work, or hosting a dinner party and don’t want to miss all the fun cooped up in the kitchen, you’ll be happy to have these simple, satisfying, and completely doable recipes to turn to. 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When I was teaching myself to cook by working my way through Julia Child’s <i>Mastering the Art of French Cooking </i>I struggled with fancy techniques like “cook in a bain-marie,” long prep lists, and recipes with ingredients that were recipes in themselves—I thought surely <i>those </i>were the secrets to impressive meals. But after decades of cooking, I’ve learned something far more important: the best food is often the simplest. Truly delicious dishes don’t require hours of hands-on time in the kitchen. They just need a little thought and a few good ingredients, preferably in season. <br/><br/>This book is all about cooking simply, making the kind of food that fits into your real life. Whether you’re making dinner after a long day at work, hosting friends for a cozy weekend supper, or pulling together a last-minute meal because plans changed (and they always do!), I want you to feel completely confident that you can cook something delicious without a fuss and it won’t just be fine, it will be wonderful.<br/><br/>Simple doesn’t necessarily mean you can just slap together a few ingredients and put them on the table, though. It’s about cooking with intentionality, investing your time, money, and effort where it counts most so you can focus on the things that really matter, like making your guests feel welcome.<br/><br/>The opposite of cooking simply is what I often see on social media, with people throwing in one ingredient after another to create BIG flavor. It may seem more sophisticated, but for me, it’s just confusing; do all those additions actually make the dish taste better? Good food is a little like a gorgeous dress; if the fabric and the cut are beautiful, it doesn’t need a lot of sequins, ruffles, and bows. It just <i>is </i>beautiful.<br/><br/>That’s why I’m always looking for ways to simplify my cooking. Every recipe in every book goes through the same drill: Does each ingredient earn its place in the recipe? Is the ingredient important enough to the final dish for me to buy it, prep it, and add it? Does it enhance the star ingredient, or does it compete with it? And is there an easier way to create the flavor and texture I’m looking for?<br/><br/>Over the past thirty years that I’ve been writing cookbooks, I’ve found many ways to simplify a recipe. I buy best-in-class ingredients that don’t need a lot of enhancement to taste amazing. I rely on kitchen tools like a stick blender and a rice cooker that save so much work. And instead of constantly fiddling with something cooking on the stovetop, I put it in the oven, set a timer, and just forget about it.<br/><br/>Each recipe in this book has a secret that makes preparing it easier than you thought. I’ve labeled them to highlight their superpowers, whether it can be made or prepped ahead; assembled using a good store-bought ingredient; made in a single bowl or pot to make cleanup easy; or cooked really, really quickly. Some are so easy I’ve actually labeled them “barely cooking”! In a world where everyone is overbooked, overstressed, and communicating via screens all day rather than in person, connecting around a beautifully set table with delicious, simple food can be the most healing thing you can do for the people you love.<br/><br/>Some recipes in this book come together especially quickly with little or no time spent at the stove. My Cheddar & Chive Omelet (page 80) has a short ingredient list and cooks in just minutes. The Roasted Halibut with Potato Chip Crust (page 119), which looks and tastes more like a restaurant meal, goes from pantry to table in less than half an hour. And if you don’t consider toasting bread cooking, my Fig, Blue Cheese & Prosciutto Tartines (page 68) and Strawberries Romanoff (page 172) don’t require any cooking at all!<br/><br/>In other cases, I rely on prepared products from the grocery store, like pasta sauce or mashed potatoes, to jump-start a recipe. (There really <i>are </i>times when I think that “store-bought is just fine.”) When I do, though, I often use them as an ingredient, not as a final product. For example, when I add slowly cooked garlic, half-and-half, and lots of seasoning to store-bought prepared mashed potatoes, they taste like they were made from scratch—and I haven’t peeled a single potato!<br/><br/>My Cabbage & Sprout Slaw (page 160) starts with a bag of shredded coleslaw mix plus a bag of shredded Brussels sprouts, so not only do you not have to cut up the veggies, you aren’t left with half a cabbage knocking around in your refrigerator drawer. And because the recipe is made in one bowl, you don’t end up with a sink full of dishes and graters, either. Roast Duck Legs with Cherry Sauce (page 105) starts with cooked confit duck legs that I order online and keep in the freezer. All I need to do is reheat the duck so the skin is nice and crispy, and I make a sauce with basically three ingredients—mustard, red currant jelly, and dried cherries. Voilà! Dinner is served. <br/><br/>I even figured out how this would work for dessert. My Raspberry Cheesecake (page 194) starts with a cheesecake from a bakery that I top with fresh raspberries and a shortcut raspberry sauce that is thickened with a jar of good jam! No need to spend anxious minutes staring at the oven door wondering whether the cheesecake is done so it doesn’t crater in the middle when it cools! <br/><br/>I should add that using store-bought shortcuts isn’t a universal silver bullet. There were a lot of dishes that didn’t make the cut. Baking mixes always taste like baking mixes; their texture and flavor cannot be masked even by adding good chocolate and pure vanilla extract to the batter. I tried all the brands of mashed potatoes, from boxed flakes to refrigerated prepared potatoes, to find the brand that has the best flavor. I did the experimenting so you don’t have to, and you’ll find my choices right there in the recipes. It wasn’t always easy, but it was so much fun to test them all. 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The relationship between two groups of isolated women teaches us the most elusive of values: true empathy.\" —Belle Burden, author of StrangersIn the fall of 2014, Deacon Ronnie Lastovica visited a women’s prison in Gatesville, Texas and gave communion to the women on death row. Moved by the meeting, the Deacon vowed to return weekly, but he knew he couldn’t help these women alone. He called upon the Sisters of Mary Morning Star, a group of contemplative nuns in Waco, Texas, to visit the seven condemned women with him. What follows is an incredible story of a spiritual alliance between two groups of women who, though they couldn't seem more different, are living uniquely similar lives. Lawrence Wright takes us into the death row unit, laying bare their stories. Some of the women in prison wrestle with guilt over the suffering they’ve caused; others fiercely maintain their innocence. As Wright learns more about their cases, unethical police practices and improper forensic methods cast doubt on whether some of these women actually committed the crimes for which they’ll pay the ultimate price. Clear-eyed and rousing, layered and morally complex, Redemption explores ideas of retribution, spirituality, and the question of absolution.","<b>A powerful and startling account of the unsparing connection between a convent of cloistered nuns and the condemned women on Texas’s death row, exploring questions around crime and punishment, faith, and retribution in America as only Lawrence Wright can.<br> <br><i>“Redemption </i>gripped me like the best crime novel and left me fundamentally changed. The relationship between two groups of isolated women teaches us the most elusive of values: true empathy.\" —Belle Burden, author of <i>Strangers</i></b><br><br>In the fall of 2014, Deacon Ronnie Lastovica visited a women’s prison in Gatesville, Texas and gave communion to the women on death row. Moved by the meeting, the Deacon vowed to return weekly, but he knew he couldn’t help these women alone. He called upon the Sisters of Mary Morning Star, a group of contemplative nuns in Waco, Texas, to visit the seven condemned women with him. What follows is an incredible story of a spiritual alliance between two groups of women who, though they couldn't seem more different, are living uniquely similar lives. <br><br>Lawrence Wright takes us into the death row unit, laying bare their stories. Some of the women in prison wrestle with guilt over the suffering they’ve caused; others fiercely maintain their innocence. 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Compelling, even, dare I say, uplifting. . . . What elevates “Redemption,” a quiet tale of the bad and <i>good</i> things you didn’t think people were capable of, is the nuance behind the notoriety of those waiting to be executed by the State of Texas. To accomplish this, Wright tracks the efforts of a handful of contemplative nuns, the Sisters of Mary Morning Star, to bring life to death row. . . . The nuns are intelligent and creative. And yet they lead lives that are spartan in the extreme. But they are not without power, and, as Wright shows in “Redemption,” it’s a power that may elude people with far more money and influence.\\\" <b>—Timothy Egan, <i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b> <br/><br/>\\\"A veteran journalist who has covered everything from terrorism to Scientology, Wright here dives into a story of quiet revolution: the mission, by an order of solitary nuns, to save the souls of women facing execution by the state of Texas. . . . Wright finds drama of the deepest kind, and examines his own thorny relationship with Christianity along the way. It may be Wright’s most personal work of journalism, a truly moving and thoughtful book that will challenge readers’ assumptions about guilt, justice, and transformation.\\\" <b> —Kate Tuttle, <i>Boston Globe<br/><br/></i></b> \\\"Lawrence Wright is one of the most celebrated nonfiction writers working today. . . . <i>Redemption </i>faces the same thorny questions that other books about death row navigate. . . . Thanks to his crackling style and reporting chops, Wright faces those challenges head-on.\\\" <b>—Stephen Elliott, <i>BookPage</i></b> <br/><br/><i>\\\"Redemption </i>gripped me like the best crime novel and left me fundamentally changed. Regardless of how you feel about capital punishment, you won't forget these women's stories: the horror of their crimes, the events that led them there, and what it means to live in the shadow of an impending execution. But it's the relationship between two groups of isolated women -- the condemned and the cloistered nuns who visit them -- that teaches us the most elusive of values: true empathy.\\\"<b>—Belle Burden, author of <i>Strangers</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Lawrence Wright never surprises. Every book or <i>New Yorker</i> profile he writes contains an extraordinary narrative (story) containing characters and ideas that linger. Inside this latest masterclass in reporting and writing, you will discover women on death row in Texas who forge a community with Catholic nuns and priests, each opening themselves to the other. But with Wright things are never simple, for he also explores the limits and benefits of faith, the often bestial nature of many of the murders these women committed, and the failures of a criminal justice system that falsely condemns some of these women to death. There are no cardboard cut-out figures in this book, no needless tears. Readers are in the hands of a master.\\\" <b>—Ken Auletta, <i>New Yorker</i> writer and bestselling author</b> <br/><br/><i>\\\"Redemption </i>is a story deep and powerful, told with Larry Wright’s usual excellence. This book reminds us anew that Wright is one of America’s most important writers.\\\" <b>—Dan Rather</b> <br/><br/>\\\"One of the best narrative journalists in the business takes on the death penalty in his home state. . . . A deftly told story of crime, punishment, and hope.\\\" <b>—<i>Kirkus Reviews</i></b> <br/><br/>\\\"This unlikely story of a group of nuns in rural Texas ministering to seven women on death row is both captivating and inspiring. Two disparate groups—contemplative nuns and condemned inmates—set aside their pasts, slowly learn to trust one another, and ultimately bond as friends.\\\"<b> —John Grisham<br/><br/></b>\"},{\"id\":\"131465758T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\". . . Compelling, even, dare I say, uplifting. . . . What elevates \\\"Redemption,\\\" a quiet tale of the bad and <i>good</i> things you didn't think people were capable of, is the nuance behind the notoriety of those waiting to be executed by the State of Texas. To accomplish this, Wright tracks the efforts of a handful of contemplative nuns, the Sisters of Mary Morning Star, to bring life to death row. . . . The nuns are intelligent and creative. And yet they lead lives that are spartan in the extreme. But they are not without power, and, as Wright shows in \\\"Redemption,\\\" it's a power that may elude people with far more money and influence.\\\" <b>--Timothy Egan, <i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b> <p/>\\\"A veteran journalist who has covered everything from terrorism to Scientology, Wright here dives into a story of quiet revolution: the mission, by an order of solitary nuns, to save the souls of women facing execution by the state of Texas. . . . Wright finds drama of the deepest kind, and examines his own thorny relationship with Christianity along the way. It may be Wright's most personal work of journalism, a truly moving and thoughtful book that will challenge readers' assumptions about guilt, justice, and transformation.\\\" <b> --Kate Tuttle, <i>Boston Globe <p/></i></b> \\\"Lawrence Wright is one of the most celebrated nonfiction writers working today. . . . <i>Redemption </i>faces the same thorny questions that other books about death row navigate. . . . Thanks to his crackling style and reporting chops, Wright faces those challenges head-on.\\\" <b>--Stephen Elliott, <i>BookPage</i></b> <p/><i>\\\"Redemption </i>gripped me like the best crime novel and left me fundamentally changed. Regardless of how you feel about capital punishment, you won't forget these women's stories: the horror of their crimes, the events that led them there, and what it means to live in the shadow of an impending execution. But it's the relationship between two groups of isolated women -- the condemned and the cloistered nuns who visit them -- that teaches us the most elusive of values: true empathy.\\\"<b>--Belle Burden, author of <i>Strangers</i></b> <p/>\\\"Lawrence Wright never surprises. Every book or <i>New Yorker</i> profile he writes contains an extraordinary narrative (story) containing characters and ideas that linger. 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Whether it’s something hot and peppery, zingy and light, or crispy and crunchy, Jeanine Donofrio, creator of the wildly successful Love & Lemons blog, has developed the perfect formula to deliver maximum flavor. In Love & Lemons Pop of Flavor, Jeanine encourages you to let your cravings be your guide when cooking. This is Love & Lemons at its most imaginative, flexible, and flavor packed.For Jeanine, the secret to making exciting meals with a fresh spin is relying on flavor-boosting components. Each chapter focuses on a different category—Saucy, Spicy, Crunchy, Herby, Tangy, or Sweet—and highlights a handful of Jeanine’s go-to components along with simple meals. Try her Eggplant Yogurt Sauce drizzled on Zucchini Gyros and Falafel Spiced Sheet Pan Fries. Or use Jalapeño Radish Pickles to spice up Smoky Potato Tacos and Cold Ginger Sesame Udon noodles. Lemon Za'atar Bread Crumbs add a satisfying crunch to Fennel Parmesan and Crispy Chickpea Fritters. 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Each chapter focuses on a different category—Saucy, Spicy, Crunchy, Herby, Tangy, or Sweet—and highlights a handful of Jeanine’s go-to components along with simple meals. Try her Eggplant Yogurt Sauce drizzled on Zucchini Gyros and Falafel Spiced Sheet Pan Fries. Or use Jalapeño Radish Pickles to spice up Smoky Potato Tacos and Cold Ginger Sesame Udon noodles. Lemon Za'atar Bread Crumbs add a satisfying crunch to Fennel Parmesan and Crispy Chickpea Fritters. Always easy to prep ahead and repurpose, these sauces, sprinkles, and more will become your secret weapons to banish any cooking rut for good. 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Many more if I venture into the pantry (all my dried beans, pastas, and things in jars). Even more if I brave the back of the freezer (some chicken stock, a block of halva, a vegetable soup from a few weeks back, from memory).<br/><br/>Three shelves of cookbooks eye me up. Instead, I look at my phone.<br/><br/>My colleague sent me this beautiful short film about the Cook family in Yorkshire. They’re harvesting rhubarb by candlelight in these greenhouses, and apparently you can hear the rhubarb growing—a soft creaking as the stalks push toward the light. Twenty minutes, gone.<br/><br/>I’ve neglected my Monday newsletter long read. And I should really complete my Connections and Wordle. Oh, and that missed call from my friend.<br/><br/>Wait. What am I doing here?<br/><br/>Oh, right. Dinner.<br/><br/>Food writer Ruby Tandoh asks the same question in <i>All Consuming</i>. <br/><br/>We’re window-shopping. Scrolling through “a lineup of tens of thousands of possible ragùs,” cross-referencing debates in the comments, chasing something we can’t quite name. We lose track of what we actually came here to do.<br/><br/>I sigh, close my phone, and look back at my fridge.<br/><br/>What’s in front of me: condiments and oils and pickles and preserves. A few options of slightly tired-looking veg and so much Tupperware full of leftovers from a day’s work at the test kitchen. I am spoiled for riches.<br/><br/>My cooking has always been this eclectic mix of everything happening around me. Restaurants I’ve loved, the people I’m cooking with, the places I’ve traveled to. An Aleppo chilli paste is a recent example, a gift from Laila, a friend of the test kitchen who came to visit. She fed us a Syrian breakfast while showing us videos of her sister drying the thousands of Aleppo chiles that go into the very paste we were eating.<br/><br/>These jars and remnants, though, are also shaped by the simple logistics of my life.<br/><br/>I’m taking my son to the local skateparks on Saturday mornings, negotiating sleepovers, explaining (again) why we can’t get a dog. Friday nights at friends’ houses as respite, where someone else is cooking and I get to just show up. The weekly grocery shopping that takes twice as long as it should. Work that expands to fill whatever time I give it. Travel for leisure when I can manage it, travel for work most of the time.<br/><br/>I’m a father, a son, a friend, a colleague. I’m someone who’s hungry at 7 p.m. on a Tuesday and needs an answer to <i>“What’s for dinner?”<br/></i><br/>So I guess the contents of my fridge and pantry, and the way I eat in general, are more of a response to the managed chaos of my life.<br/><br/>This is <i>my </i>life, of course, but it’s similar to many others’ lives, those with leaner pantries, perhaps, and different kinds of hectic schedules—well-meaning cooks wanting to make the correct decisions about how to feed themselves and the people they love, not to miss out on modern life’s abundant opportunities (FOMO, may I say?) and, at the same time, eat well.<br/><br/>When it comes to food, we all <i>really </i>want the same thing—to eat well and find real joy in it, to get excited by food, surprised by it, occasionally transported. But we also want to be more present in our lives and, frankly, sometimes it’s just about getting a meal on the table that everyone’s happy to eat. We don’t want cooking to become another thing we’re failing at, another source of low-grade guilt about not being the person we thought we’d be by now. <br/><br/>It’s easy to be paralyzed by the endless cues, possibilities, and ragùs. But one thing we can do is <i>cook</i>.<br/><br/>Eight years ago I published <i>Simple</i>, which was about finding a way to make cooking feel achievable. Not compromising on flavor, but recognizing that “simple” means something different to everyone. For some, that’s cooking dinner in half an hour. For others, it’s about a slow-cooking dish that bubbles away while they’re in the garden. Or even having everything ready a day in advance. The book also made the case for pomegranate molasses and rose harissa as weeknight standbys, not strangers.<br/><br/><i>Simple Too </i>is an extension of <i>Simple, </i>yes, but it’s also a response to where our lives are now. My coauthor on the book, Verena Lochmuller, is a talented chef and one of the most creative perfectionists I know. What and how she cooks in the test kitchen is immediately connected to what’s happening in her own home kitchen. The Everyday Granola (p. 30), like so many other recipes, migrated naturally from her pantry and fridge and onto the pages of this book.<br/><br/>Verena and I want to acknowledge here how we, that is, people in general, <i>actually </i>cook, which is often messily or distractedly, with one eye on the clock and the other on a child who needs help with homework. <br/><br/>We hope <i>Simple Too </i>creates a world that allows you to relax a little more in the kitchen. Also, a place to find more recipes to help you use the pantry you’ve already built and the knowledge you already have.<br/><br/>We’ve introduced a Fundamentals section (p. 283): fifteen recipes for things you make once and can use for weeks. Things like green sauce, green onion oil, za’atar oil, Middle Eastern chili crisp, and more. These are the shortcuts that make exciting food possible when you have other things to do. They will sit in your fridge and salute you every time you open the door because you made them; they’re there to save you on a weeknight when you have nothing and no ideas and no energy left.<br/><br/>Everyone’s constraints are different, and they change depending on the day. Sometimes it’s time—you have thirty minutes, twenty even—and that’s it. Sometimes it’s confidence—you’re tired of making the same five things but you’re not sure what else you can pull off. Sometimes it’s decision-making—you’re standing in front of a supermarket shelf crowded with all the ingredients in the world and you just can’t decide.<br/><br/>So here’s the deal: whatever your particular barriers to cooking are—time, confidence, decision paralysis, or the general noise that distracts and numbs—we’ve put together a collection of dishes whose sole purpose is to bring you into the kitchen with a promise that simple solutions are within reach, both technically and mentally.<br/><br/>All the recipes in this book are full of flavor and intensity, and yet they are also comforting; they’re for feeding friends, family, and yourselves, with an honest nod to the reality of how we actually live and cook.<br/><br/>Yes, there’s a world out there, wonderfully rich and seductive and bustling—a world worthy of a big embrace—but we also ask you to stop, take a minute or two, and listen to the soup bubble, the egg crackle or, possibly, even the rhubarb grow.<br/><br/><i>Yotam Ottolenghi </i>\"},{\"id\":\"129679735T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Save on time, not on flavor, with Yotam Ottolenghi’s delicious new batch of recipes. Perfect for busy home cooks looking for inspiration from breakfast to dessert, these one-pot meals are guaranteed to please.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"122477697T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>Yotam Ottolenghi</b> is a <i>New York Times</i> bestselling cookbook author who contributes to the <i>New York Times</i> Food section and has a weekly column in <i>The Guardian</i>. His <i>Ottolenghi Simple</i> was selected as a best book of the year by NPR and the <i>New York Times</i>; <i>Jerusalem</i>, written with Sami Tamimi, was awarded Cookbook of the Year by the International Association of Culinary Professionals and named Best International Cookbook by the James Beard Foundation. 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Sleeping Beauties belongs on the bookshelf of anyone who cares about creativity or culture.\" —Adam Grant, The New York Times Book ReviewFrom incomparable creative force David Byrne, a brilliant and inspiring reckoning with how breakthroughs across the arts and sciences get forgotten, and how they get rediscoveredIt’s nice to believe in a meritocracy of ideas—genius is always recognized, innovation always seized upon and rewarded. In fact, so many of the people we now acknowledge as the world’s great creators initially got little traction for their work. It faded out, and only later—often much later—did it somehow came roaring back to life.Discoveries as diverse as dark matter, lichen, and continental drift . . . technologies from solar panels to the steam engine . . . artists from Bach to Bruegel, Vermeer to Melville . . . all, David Byrne shows us, were sleeping beauties. Why did they fall asleep? How did they wake back up? Ranging across centuries and the full scope of human endeavor, Byrne arrives at important conclusions that serve as a lens for bringing to light new seeds for our future breakthroughs.Sleeping Beauties is a master class in how not to be blind to the next great thing. Several times throughout history, the shock of the new landed like a blow on vested interests and entrenched views, putting innovation on hold. Suppression emerged from pushback, the absence of key supporters, or simply a lack of complementary economic conditions.But more important even than why ideas go dormant is why they reawaken. Again and again, Byrne shows, someone from a different discipline breaks into the silo. Frequently it’s someone open to metaphorical thinking, to the counterintuitive. Hierarchies and taxonomies have their place, but they can reward insiders and punish outsiders. Oftentimes, it is the winds of change that blow away the sand that has buried momentous ideas.Sleeping Beauties is humbling but it is also remarkably hopeful. These stories add up to a compass that leads us to the courage to try new things and the wisdom to embrace them. In a time that can seem all too dark, it’s a powerful source of freely available light, delightful in itself and fit for all our human endeavors.","<b>An Instant <i>New York Times </i>Bestseller<br><br>\"Byrne guides us on a captivating quest to understand how we come to remember forgotten ideas, inventions and technologies . . . <i>Sleeping Beauties</i> belongs on the bookshelf of anyone who cares about creativity or culture.\" —Adam Grant, <i>The New York Times Book Review</i><br><br>From incomparable creative force David Byrne, a brilliant and inspiring reckoning with how breakthroughs across the arts and sciences get forgotten, and how they get rediscovered</b><br><br>It’s nice to believe in a meritocracy of ideas—genius is always recognized, innovation always seized upon and rewarded. In fact, so many of the people we now acknowledge as the world’s great creators initially got little traction for their work. It faded out, and only later—often much later—did it somehow came roaring back to life.<br><br>Discoveries as diverse as dark matter, lichen, and continental drift . . . technologies from solar panels to the steam engine . . . artists from Bach to Bruegel, Vermeer to Melville . . . all, David Byrne shows us, were sleeping beauties. Why did they fall asleep? How did they wake back up? Ranging across centuries and the full scope of human endeavor, Byrne arrives at important conclusions that serve as a lens for bringing to light new seeds for our future breakthroughs.<br><br><i>Sleeping Beauties</i> is a master class in how not to be blind to the next great thing. Several times throughout history, the shock of the new landed like a blow on vested interests and entrenched views, putting innovation on hold. Suppression emerged from pushback, the absence of key supporters, or simply a lack of complementary economic conditions.<br><br>But more important even than why ideas go dormant is why they reawaken. Again and again, Byrne shows, someone from a different discipline breaks into the silo. Frequently it’s someone open to metaphorical thinking, to the counterintuitive. Hierarchies and taxonomies have their place, but they can reward insiders and punish outsiders. Oftentimes, it is the winds of change that blow away the sand that has buried momentous ideas.<br><br><i>Sleeping Beauties</i> is humbling but it is also remarkably hopeful. These stories add up to a compass that leads us to the courage to try new things and the wisdom to embrace them. In a time that can seem all too dark, it’s a powerful source of freely available light, delightful in itself and fit for all our human endeavors.",{"_675":14887,"_36":14888,"_944":5852,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":14891},{"_5667":14889,"_5669":14890},{"_5643":14878},{"_5614":14865},{"_5614":2266},{"_5614":6224},[14847,-5,-5,14848,14849,-5,14850,14851,14852,14853,14854,-5,14855,14856,-5,14857,14858,14859],{"_675":14876,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":14877},{"_675":14875,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":6224},{"_675":14874,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":6224},{"_675":14873,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":6255},{"_675":14871,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":14872},{"_675":14869,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":14870},{"_675":14867,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":14868},{"_675":14866,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":14864,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":14865},{"_675":14863,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2266},{"_675":14862,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":14861,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":5617},{"_675":14860,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":4505},"gid://shopify/Metafield/196642389590257","gid://shopify/Metafield/196642389623025","gid://shopify/Metafield/79187906625777","gid://shopify/Metafield/79187905708273","gid://shopify/Metafield/79404115001585","[\"BADGE - $3 OFF (p7877)\",\"B|$3 Off|#DD2A27|#701F15 (p7847)\",\"Beautiful Books for Your Coffee Table & More (p6400)\",\"Our Most Anticipated Books (p10162)\",\"Recently Reviewed (p10276)\",\"Retail Price fixing (p261)\",\"Barnes & Noble Holiday Gift Guide (p5430)\"]","gid://shopify/Metafield/79187906527473","gid://shopify/Metafield/79187906199793","1149916072","gid://shopify/Metafield/79187906855153","Sleeping-Beauties/David-Byrne","gid://shopify/Metafield/79188458995953","[{\"id\":\"134842346T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>ADVOCATES AND CHAMPIONS</b><br/><b>Can One Person Make a Difference?</b><br/><br/><b>VERMEER!</b><br/><b>191 Years</b><br/><br/>Sleeping beauties are often awakened by individuals who advocate and champion the work or ideas. Some advocates are professionals who clearly stand to benefit from resurrecting forgotten work in their field. But just because they stand to gain something for themselves doesn’t mean they don’t perform an amazing service.<br/><br/>You’ve probably seen a photo of this painting, <i>Girl with a Pearl Earring</i>. Maybe you’ve seen the real painting. There are posters of it, postcards of it, advertisements that play on it, a novel by Tracy Chevalier with the same title as the painting and a movie adaptation in which Scarlett Johansson plays the girl. The girl in the painting looks like a real person who could be around today; she lives in upstate New York, she has a very popular restaurant. The painter has captured both her and her relationship with us, the viewer: She is looking right at us.<br/><br/>The painting is by Johannes Vermeer, who had some success in his lifetime, but died in 1675 penniless. A little while after that his work fell into obscurity for almost two centuries. This guy! Now he’s one of the most celebrated painters who ever lived. In November 1995, in Washington, DC, people lined up for twelve hours in the cold to view an exhibition of his work. A 2023 show at the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam sold out its entire run. It’s hard to believe that someone now so revered could have been forgotten.<br/><br/>When Vermeer was alive and working in the mid- 1600s, he was doing pretty well. He was a successful painter around his home city of Delft, well respected by his peers, twice voted to head the local painters guild. His technical knowledge was respected too— he was called as an expert witness when some Italian paintings were thought to be forgeries. He didn’t paint a vast number of paintings: Scholars disagree over the <i>exact</i> number of works that we can attribute to him with certainty, but most counts range from thirty-four to thirty-seven. Still, his work reportedly sold pretty well during his lifetime, and he even had a local patron who bought twenty- one of his paintings, roughly half of everything he ever painted. (For many years, it was thought that this patron was one Pieter van Ruijven, a local bigwig, but more recently, historians discovered that it was actually van Ruijven’s wife, Maria Simonsdr de Knuijt, who took an interest in Vermeer’s work.) Unlike van Gogh, who sold only one painting (as far as we know) in his lifetime, Vermeer did pretty well for much of his life. I will say, I’m a little mystified how anyone who painted mostly small paintings could make a living having painted only a few dozen of them in total. How is that possible? Rembrandt, in contrast, made 137 that we know of— and many of those were quite large.<br/><br/>There’s evidence that the local business community liked him too. In 1667, a poem was published to commemorate the untimely death of a favorite local painter, Carel Fabritius (who studied under Rembrandt and probably influenced Vermeer). The poem concluded by thanking God that a painter had been discovered who could take Fabritius’s place: Vermeer.<br/><br/>But about twenty years after his death in 1675, this beauty was already going to sleep. Right after Vermeer died, a local baker was given paintings from his family to pay off their bread debt—the baker did say he’d give them back if the six-guilder debt were paid, but that wasn’t very likely: The family was broke. At an auction in 1696, his <i>View of Delft</i> went for up to two hundred guilders—though even that is considered low. one paintings were sold at this Amsterdam auction. His decline in popularity continued. In 1881, at another auction, the famous <i>Pearl Earring</i> painting went for two guilders. If you had a time machine, you could have gone back and gotten one of the most famous paintings in the world for almost nothing.<br/><br/><b>Politics and Misinformation</b><br/><br/>There doesn’t seem to be a single factor that caused Vermeer to be more or less forgotten but a number of them that all occurred together. The evil fairy in this case was a perfect storm of economics, politics, and plain bad luck. A series of wars in Europe that broke out in the second half of the seventeenth century disrupted the trade and thus the buying power of the successful Dutch merchants.<br/><br/>There was misinformation as well. In this period, art dealers and contemporary historians created a lot of confusion regarding the authenticity of the work of Dutch artists. Arnold Houbraken wrote a guide to Dutch painters that was published from 1718 to 1721, just forty- odd years after Vermeer’s death, called<i> The Great Theater of Netherlandish Painters and Paintresses</i>, in which he omitted Vermeer entirely. Misattributions proliferated— journalist Cynthia Saltzman writes in her book <i>Old Masters, New World that Vermeer’s Girl Reading a Letter at an Open Window</i> was at one point attributed to Rembrandt. Vermeer’s <i>The Music Lesson </i>was attributed to Frans van Mieris, and his <i>The Art of Painting</i> was credited to Pieter de Hooch. Vermeer was by now less well known than these other (many unknown to me) painters in Houbraken’s book, so theirs were therefore considered more valuable—clearly a motivation for the misattribution . . . and there was no one around to dispute it.<br/><br/>Vermeer didn’t help in this matter either— he often didn’t sign his work, and even when he did sign a painting, he didn’t maintain a consistent signature, bad branding on his part, and something guaranteed to create later confusion. And, as often happens even today, once some misattribution or misinformation is published, the printed word is presumed to be true, so little by little Vermeer begins to recede into a chaos of error and mistaken information.<br/><br/>It seems to me that an obvious problem for Vermeer’s legacy was the fact that he didn’t produce that many paintings in his lifetime. You’d think scarcity would therefore increase their value, but it didn’t seem to work that way— in his case it only made them more obscure. There has to be demand for the economic scarcity formula to work, and it seems that now there wasn’t much of that. There were a very few signs of life: It’s reported that the French collector and dealer Jean- Baptiste Pierre Le Brun, who specialized in the work of Northern artists, published a survey in 1792 of important Northern painters in which he included a reproduction of a Vermeer painting, <i>The Astronomer</i>. This was followed by an engraving Le Brun made of the painting <i>Mistress and Maid</i>, which he sold around 1810.<br/><br/>Nowadays we are flooded with images— in print, online, on the street, and on our phones. Access to images, landscapes, and portraits—like the paintings of Vermeer’s day— are now a dime a dozen. But how different it must have been then. If you were nostalgic or moved by a painting, it would have to be located in a public space, or you’d have to physically possess that painting to be able to experience it. Same with portraits— no doubt some were paid for by the sitters themselves, but for later collectors I suspect portraits of folks who would be strangers to them would have mainly symbolic and emotional value— they captured a sense of life, a fleeting moment in time. There was no photography to do that. Imagery then was intimately connected with physical things— paintings (and prints). Engraved copies of well- regarded paintings were not uncommon and were a means of sharing and disseminating a popular image in a very rough sense. But even these were somewhat rarefied—it wasn’t a mass medium.\"},{\"id\":\"130199213T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"“Byrne guides us on a captivating quest to understand how we come to remember forgotten ideas, inventions and technologies. With striking dexterity and range, he explores how advocates reawakened Bach’s compositions and Vermeer’s paintings after one and two centuries of slumber; how technological advances rekindled theories of continental drift and black holes; how accidents resuscitated hand-washing and genetics; and how war renewed interest in the submarine and <i>The Great Gatsby</i> . . . He is acutely aware that there is no surefire formula for making ideas last or bringing them back to life. What he presents is far more valuable: a deeply researched, stimulating inspection of how the marketplace of ideas shifts, and what steps we can take to shift it. <i>Sleeping Beauties</i> belongs on the bookshelf of anyone who cares about creativity or culture.” <b>—Adam Grant, <i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b><br/><br/>“If music doesn’t pan out for Byrne, he has a viable sideline as a pop-history writer—he has a wry, entertaining, and informed voice whether he’s discussing Vermeer’s paintings or water-management systems in ancient India.” —<i><b>Kirkus<br/><br/></b></i>“From Botticelli’s paintings to <i>The Great Gatsby</i> to handwashing, some of humanity’s most important achievements in culture, science, and technology were abandoned and then re-embraced years or sometimes centuries later, explains musician and artist Byrne in this delightful survey of rediscovered art and ideas. . . . It’s a wonderful and humbling celebration of the lost and found.” —<i><b>Publisher's Weekly<br/></b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"130259997T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"Byrne guides us on a captivating quest to understand how we come to remember forgotten ideas, inventions and technologies. With striking dexterity and range, he explores how advocates reawakened Bach's compositions and Vermeer's paintings after one and two centuries of slumber; how technological advances rekindled theories of continental drift and black holes; how accidents resuscitated hand-washing and genetics; and how war renewed interest in the submarine and <i>The Great Gatsby</i> . . . He is acutely aware that there is no surefire formula for making ideas last or bringing them back to life. What he presents is far more valuable: a deeply researched, stimulating inspection of how the marketplace of ideas shifts, and what steps we can take to shift it. <i>Sleeping Beauties</i> belongs on the bookshelf of anyone who cares about creativity or culture.\\\" <b>--Adam Grant, <i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b> <p/>\\\"If music doesn't pan out for Byrne, he has a viable sideline as a pop-history writer--he has a wry, entertaining, and informed voice whether he's discussing Vermeer's paintings or water-management systems in ancient India.\\\" --<i><b>Kirkus <p/></b></i>\\\"From Botticelli's paintings to <i>The Great Gatsby</i> to handwashing, some of humanity's most important achievements in culture, science, and technology were abandoned and then re-embraced years or sometimes centuries later, explains musician and artist Byrne in this delightful survey of rediscovered art and ideas. . . . It's a wonderful and humbling celebration of the lost and found.\\\" --<i><b>Publisher's Weekly<br/></b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"131666231T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>The legendary Talking Heads frontman explores why great ideas can gather dust — and what we can do to bring them back to life. From perspectives on brilliant scientists to out-of-the-box thinkers, painters, musicians and more, this is a unique, humbling and hopeful guide to seeing the world (and your own thought patterns) in a new way.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"125897383T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>David Byrne</b> is a musician, performer, writer, and multidisciplinary artist who has captivated audiences since 1975, when he cofounded Talking Heads. Over the course of his career he has released more than twenty studio albums, scored films—most notably <i>The Last Emperor,</i> for which he received Academy Award, Golden Globe, and Grammy wins—and brought his singular vision to the stage, from the Broadway production <i>American Utopia</i>, which received a Special Tony Award and was adapted into a film directed by Spike Lee, to <i>Here Lies Love</i>, his disco musical that received four Tony Award nominations including Best Original Score, to Theater of the Mind, an immersive theatrical journey cocreated with writer Mala Gaonkar. His visual art, including photography and installation works, has been exhibited internationally, and he is the founder of <i>Reasons to Be Cheerful</i>, an online publication devoted to solutions-based journalism. 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Over the course of his career he has released 20 studio albums, scored films — most notably <i>The Last Emperor</i>, for which he received Academy Award, Golden Globe, and Grammy wins — and brought his singular vision to the stage, from the Broadway production <i>American Utopia</i>, which received a Special Tony Award and was adapted into a film directed by Spike Lee, to <i>Here Lies Love</i>, his disco musical that received four Tony Award nominations including Best Original Score, to <i>Theater of the Mind</i>, an immersive theatrical journey co-created with writer Mala Gaonkar. His visual art — including photography and installation works — has been exhibited internationally, and he is the founder of <i>Reasons to Be Cheerful</i>, an online publication devoted to solutions-based journalism. 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Then there is George Washing­ton, who, outnumbered and outgunned against the most powerful military force in the world, innovates a new way of warfare and an improbable road to victory in the Rev­olutionary War. Captain Daniel Shays follows, a man who loses everything to stand up for the little man while help­ing to inspire the Constitutional Convention.</p><p>The visionary Thomas Jefferson remakes the country in 1803, doubling its boundaries by masterminding the Lou­isiana Purchase from none other than Napoleon Bona­parte. James Madison challenges the British Goliath again, declaring the War of 1812 and rallying the United States in its first foray into making America a respected world power. Finally, John Quincy Adams, the conscience of the country, launches the nation’s hardest-ever conversation, attempting to erase America’s original sin.</p><p>When the colonists threw off British rule, they launched a great experiment in democracy. 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It ranges from John Adams, who made the controversial decision to legally represent British soldiers who were part of the Boston Massacre, to his son John Quincy Adams, who defends the enslaved Africans in the Amistad case. These half dozen men helped unify our country and establish our narrative of striving for a more perfect union.\\\" - <b><i>WALTER ISAACSON, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Elon Musk</i></b></p><p>\\\"Fascinating, intriguing, heart-pounding; history the way it should be! Brian Kilmeade's <i>Uniting the States </i>reminds us that we have been through difficult times in the past 250 years and the character of great Americans has always shined through--and always will. The perfect book for our 250th!\\\" - <b><i>WILLIAM H. 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Her apartment was simple yet perfectly arranged, with every detail thoughtfully considered.<br/><br/>\\\"Please sit down,\\\" de Vegh said, pointing to a seat at a table set with a pitcher of lemonade, cold cuts, and cheese. \\\"Have a glass of lemonade.\\\" Her tone was both commanding and solicitous.<br/><br/>I poured myself a drink and looked up at de Vegh.<br/><br/>\\\"You know I'm blind,\\\" de Vegh said.<br/><br/>\\\"Of course, I know,\\\" I replied. Yet the way de Vegh moved around her apartment could have convinced someone unfamiliar with her condition that she could see.<br/><br/>When Jack seduced the innocent de Vegh, she'd been a twenty-year-old Radcliffe student. For four years he had summoned her to service his desires whenever he wished, dismissing her as soon as he was through with her. She had fancied that she was something special to her lover, but in truth she was one of a multitude of women he'd kept at the ready. Jack was nothing if not eclectic: stars and strippers, socialites and secretaries-he reached out for whomever he could touch.<br/><br/>Jacqueline \\\"Jackie\\\" Kennedy believed she understood her husband as well as anyone could, but there were some things she simply did not comprehend. In what turned out to be the final months of President Kennedy's life, she asked him, if he could have just one wish, what would it be? He had everything that supposedly mattered in life: wealth, good looks, a beautiful wife, healthy children, a brilliant political mind, great power, and popularity. It was a simple, playful question, so Jack's somber answer surprised her: \\\"I wish I had had more good times.\\\"<br/><br/>Jackie thought her forty-six-year-old husband was living just about as fully as humanly possible. What could this accomplished man possibly be lacking? The answer was health. Even during his most public, heralded moments, Jack was often wracked with physical pain and spent much of his life hiding that truth.<br/><br/>Jack suffered from so many illnesses that an early death was a decided possibility. Sex was the means he used to mask that reality from himself and the world. For Kennedy, sex was an assertion of health-a way to defy his ailments. (After all, with so many lovers, how could he possibly be sick?)<br/><br/>Jack once made the offhand remark that he and his friend Torbert \\\"Torby\\\" Macdonald had slept with fifteen hundred women before their marriages. It was a number that would increase even more dramatically during the last decade of Jack's life.<br/><br/>In this regard, Jack's behavior resembled that of the nineteenth-century poet Lord Byron. Like Kennedy, Byron possessed such striking masculine beauty that both women and men took pleasure simply in looking at him. \\\"Byron had a clubfoot,\\\" said Dr. G. Heath King, a psychoanalyst and author. \\\"It haunted him, making everything about his looks seem false. His sexual pursuits were a way to prove he was the man of unblemished beauty that the world believed him to be. Kennedy's 'clubfoot' was his health.\\\"<br/><br/>Byron's most famous work is the epic poem Don Juan, based on the legendary libertine first seen in seventeenth-century Spanish literature. Like the fictional Don Juan, Jack needed a never-ending stream of lovers, usually moving on to the next as soon as he finished with his latest conquest. He did not aim to hurt his lovers, though that was often the unintentional result. When Jack left a woman, it was not because she was no longer desirable, but rather because he sought another. He did not experience melancholy over what he had lost, for he had obtained what he desired and moved on.<br/><br/>For over half a century, de Vegh has tried to understand how she allowed Jack to use her as he did. She became a psychotherapist, in part to help her comprehend the years she had spent with Kennedy. She rarely talks about her experience, and most of those who come to her seeking counsel and treatment have no idea she was once Kennedy's mistress.<br/><br/>De Vegh has finally reached a measure of understanding about everything that transpired. \\\"Back then, I thought my job was to become pleasing, an enabling acolyte to a master of the universe,\\\" de Vegh said. \\\"I know now that my job was to become myself-to live from the inside out rather than the outside in. Then, I was young and dazzled. Now I am old and blind. I have more vision than sight, but every day I see truth and beauty in the lives of my patients, my friends, and my family.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You have such unique insights into Kennedy, Diana,\\\" I said.<br/><br/>\\\"Nothing special,\\\" de Vegh replied. Much self-deprecation is false modesty, but de Vegh truly believes her words are insignificant. Part of the price she paid for her affair with Kennedy is an inability to fully appreciate her own worth.<br/><br/>\\\"No, you're wrong,\\\" I insisted. \\\"I've interviewed all kinds of people, and you understand Kennedy in a way nobody else does.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"I'm not going to talk about Kennedy today,\\\" de Vegh said. I had hoped to speak to her more about Kennedy, but she would not discuss him any longer.<br/><br/>\\\"That's okay, Diana,\\\" I said. \\\"We've talked so much. I don't need anything else.\\\"<br/><br/>When I went down the elevator and out into the New York afternoon, I kept thinking about de Vegh, the other women in Kennedy's life, and my own experience with the family. I had been a strong Kennedy supporter-so enthralled that I came from my college in Ohio to stand on Pennsylvania Avenue on a frigid January inauguration morning in 1961 to see President and First Lady Kennedy drive by in the presidential limousine.<br/><br/>The year after his assassination, I joined the Peace Corps, often called Kennedy's noblest accomplishment, and spent two years in the mountains of Nepal. I went on to write three bestselling books about the Kennedys in fifteen years. I interviewed more than three hundred people-including all of Kennedy's living siblings except Rosemary, who had an intellectual disability. And I had contact with three of Kennedy's mistresses.<br/><br/>When I started writing this book, I feared Ladies' Man would be seen as a betrayal of much of my professional life, little more than a tabloid exploitation of a great man's legacy. I worried in part because recent Kennedy biographies have been by academics who write little about the main themes of this book, as if exploring these aspects of a personal life were beneath a serious writer's attention and did not deserve to be a part of the historical record.<br/><br/>That afternoon with de Vegh convinced me more than ever that these professors are wrong. One cannot come close to understanding Kennedy without coming to terms with the thirty-fifth president's sexuality. De Vegh and Kennedy's other lovers deserve to have their stories told as integral parts of his life. We cannot possibly understand Kennedy's inner emotional life without learning about these complex, fascinating women.<br/><br/>Kennedy may have considered these women as little more than conquests, but they saw him the way no one else did. He used and discarded most of them, but history must not do the same. Through them, we can trace the trajectory of Jack's compulsive sexual behavior from his early years until his time in the White House, when it became nearly uncontrollable. It is only through exploring these women and their involvement with him that we see Kennedy whole, beginning when he was the innocent.<br/><br/>2<br/><br/>Maher's Revenge<br/><br/>On a Friday in the early spring of 1935, sixteen-year-old Olive Cawley traveled by train from all-girls Kimberley School in Montclair, New Jersey, to all-boys Choate Academy in Wallingford, Connecticut. The journey took several hours, but Cawley did not mind. Her boyfriend, Smokey Wilde, would be waiting for her at the station for their two days together.<br/><br/>When Cawley arrived in Wallingford, the other young women on the train left with their dates, but Wilde was not on the platform. That's when a tall young man who might have been movie-star handsome if he weren't so thin approached her. Though clearly a Choate student, the seventeen-year-old wasn't wearing the school's tweed jacket and tie but instead looked mildly disheveled in rumpled khakis and sneakers.<br/><br/>\\\"I am Jack Kennedy, and I have to take care of you for the weekend,\\\" he said, explaining that his classmate Wilde was sick. Cawley, a dark-haired beauty full of charm and grace, was not a young woman most young men would have minded escorting.<br/><br/>\\\"I'm in love with Ruth Moffett,\\\" Jack added, \\\"so don't fall in love with me.\\\"<br/><br/>What Jack didn't say was that things were not going as well as they might have with the beautiful Moffett, his would-be girlfriend, whose father was the vice president of Standard Oil of California. Moffett, then just a fifteen-year-old debutante, was also involved with twenty-nine-year-old Howard Hughes. The business magnate and adventurer par excellence had just set a record flying from Miami to New York City in four hours and twenty-one minutes-an accomplishment with which Jack could hardly compete.<br/><br/>Jack wasn't exactly lacking for female admirers, though-countless teenage girls had crushes on the lanky, well-bred teenager. Cawley was intrigued by Jack, partly because of his sense of humor. Most boys tried to impress her with jokes or stories they had heard elsewhere, but Jack told no tired tales. He used his dry wit and exquisite sense of irony to comment on the world around him. He energized every moment. He skewered everyone. He was fun. Humor was his alternative way of approaching the rigorous, serious life he was supposed to be preparing for as the son of one of the richest and most influential men in America.<br/><br/>Cawley considered Jack \\\"witty, clever, mischievous.\\\" It was no surprise that \\\"he was always surrounded by excitement.\\\"<br/><br/>Jack's endless humor disguised the fact that he had a serious side. He subscribed to The New York Times and read books beyond his assigned schoolwork.<br/><br/>Jack was nothing like his older brother, Joseph P. Kennedy Jr., who had been two years ahead of him at the elite school. Jack lacked the overwhelmingly masculine, macho aura of his big brother, who gave off a sometimes-threatening vibe that might intimidate an inexperienced young woman like Cawley. An exuberant extrovert, Joe Jr. was a natural leader, a star football player on the undefeated 1933 team, and a strong student. In his senior year, Joe Jr. received the Harvard Trophy, awarded to the graduating student exemplifying the highest ideals of scholarship and sportsmanship.<br/><br/>Jack was a failed football player, often sick, and a largely mediocre student, lacking the qualities typically celebrated at the school. But he drew people to him. An inveterate prankster, Jack was the leader of the Muckers, the school's renegades who rebelled against its rigorous rules. On one occasion, he stole a life-size cardboard model of the voluptuous Mae West from outside the Wallingford cinema and placed it under his covers for his maid to discover in the morning.<br/><br/>Jack and Cawley walked around the bucolic campus among students who were, for the most part, the sons of the Protestant elite. At Choate, there were no utilitarian dormitories jutting out onto the sprawling lawns, but rather genteel homes in which the students lived with a master and his wife. It was a world in which Jack felt comfortable-but one in which his family might still be considered interlopers.<br/><br/>Cawley surely knew about the Kennedys. Almost everyone in the East Coast upper class was familiar with Joseph P. and Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy and their nine children. Mr. Kennedy and his family were among the small but growing Catholic elite (in an era in which the Catholic-Protestant divide was very real and occasionally fractious). In 1926, Mr. Kennedy had purchased the Hollywood studio Film Booking Office (FBO). This allowed him to spend ample time with renowned film actress Gloria Swanson, with whom he had a three-year relationship. He brought the star to his summer house at Hyannis Port on Cape Cod, Massachusetts, and to his primary residence in Bronxville, New York. Mr. Kennedy even traveled to Paris with Swanson-also accompanied by his wife.<br/><br/>\\\"Joe Kennedy thought he could take Gloria Swanson on his vacation and make it work,\\\" said Chuck Spalding, one of Jack's closest friends. \\\"But that doesn't mean others can make it work.\\\" Jack and his brothers-indeed the whole family-were paying careful attention to their patriarch, how he treated women, and what could (and would) be tolerated within a marriage, perhaps not realizing how dysfunctional the whole setup was until it was far too late. \\\"It left the Kennedys with vulnerability in that area,\\\" Spalding continued. \\\"It was like a contagious disease.\\\"<br/><br/>The Kennedys moved to Bronxville, just outside New York City, in 1929. They had departed Brookline, Massachusetts, two years previously and then spent two years in Riverdale. Bronxville was a staid, traditional suburb. But Mr. Kennedy was so dismissive of the town's conservative traditions that he regularly brought women to the upscale Gramatan Hotel, flouting any sense of propriety or decorum. Some locals recall that teenagers would amuse themselves by following Mr. Kennedy in a car as he headed to the hotel, hoping to spot their neighbor with his latest companion.<br/><br/>Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy endured life with her philandering husband in part by traveling extensively, putting physical and emotional distance between them. Rose's father had been a quintessential Irishman, a politician who danced an Irish jig and sang \\\"Sweet Adeline\\\" at the hint of an invitation. Rose wanted none of that. She modeled her behavior, and that of her family, after the Boston Brahmins-a nickname for that city's old-money, upper-crust elite-taken from the priestly Brahmin caste in India. Like the Boston elite, Rose was determined to exhibit discipline and emotional self-control. No matter what.<br/><br/>Rose often left Jack and his siblings in the care of Irish nannies and nursemaids, who hugged and kissed the children and loved them demonstratively in ways their more restrained mother did not or would not. Jack, in particular, needed affection that he did not receive from his mother. When he left the nannies behind, he also left most effusive emotions in his past. He came to believe that to achieve great things, he could not allow himself to feel too deeply.\"},{\"id\":\"123963577T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"Could there ever be a more explosive, astounding even, portrait of John F. Kennedy, than what we learn in bestselling author and Kennedy historian Laurence Leamer’s new book,<i> Ladies Man</i>?\\\" —<i><b>Boston Herald</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Titillating yet troubling, Leamer’s provocative exposé resonates in today’s Epstein Files and #MeToo culture of political exposure.” —<b><i>Booklist</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"An insightful history of a president’s tawdry private life.\\\" —<b><i>Kirkus</i></b><br/><br/>“From Boston boyhood to his assassination in Dallas, JFK’s love life was prolific—and reckless. Laurence Leamer’s <i>Ladies’ Man</i> captures the story of JFK’s addiction to women so frankly, yet with such human understanding. I doubt Laurence Leamer’s new account can be bettered. Once started, you will have to read on to the tragic end.” <b>—Nigel Hamilton, <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of <i>JFK: Reckless Youth</i></b><br/><br/>“Few people know more about the Kennedys than Laurence Leamer, and with <i>Ladies Man</i>, he adds a compelling new dimension to JFK and his legacy. The book is both a fascinating journey into character and an important historical contribution to our mature understanding of that glittering era known as Camelot.” <b>—Mark Olshaker, coauthor of <i>Mindhunter</i>, <i>Journey Into Darkness</i> and </b><i><b>The Cases That Haunt Us<br/></b><br/></i> “Wonderfully researched and sensitively written, <i>Ladies’ Man </i>illustrates that JFK’s cold relationships with the women in his life perfectly mirrored his stony political calculations. You may think—as I did—that you know a lot about ‘Jack,’ but <i>Ladies’ Man</i> will make you reconsider everything about him.” —<b>Gus Russo, co-author of <i>Brothers in Arms</i></b><br/><br/>“Sensitive rather than salacious, this meticulously researched and engagingly written accounting focuses on how JFK’s often primitive but also complicated relationships with women shaped the career and revealed the character of the charismatic martyred president whose legacy of sex appeal being central to political appeal still shapes American politics.”<b> —Scott Farris, author of <i>Inga: Kennedy’s Great Love<br/><br/></i></b> \\\"Those of us who have followed the prolific work of Laurence Leamer knew it would eventually lead to <i>Ladies' Man</i>, this intimately revealing life of John F. Kennedy and the women around him From decades of research, he knows the players and the sagas, which are all here in Leamer’s typically riveting style.” <b>—Mark Seal</b>\"},{\"id\":\"131882570T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"Titillating yet troubling, Leamer's provocative exposé resonates in today's Epstein Files and #MeToo culture of political exposure.\\\" --<b><i>Booklist</i></b> <p/>\\\"An insightful history of a president's tawdry private life.\\\" --<b><i>Kirkus</i></b> <p/>\\\"From Boston boyhood to his assassination in Dallas, JFK's love life was prolific--and reckless. Laurence Leamer's <i>Ladies' Man</i> captures the story of JFK's addiction to women so frankly, yet with such human understanding. I doubt Laurence Leamer's new account can be bettered. Once started, you will have to read on to the tragic end.\\\" <b>--Nigel Hamilton, <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of <i>JFK: Reckless Youth</i></b> <p/>\\\"Few people know more about the Kennedys than Laurence Leamer, and with <i>Ladies Man</i>, he adds a compelling new dimension to JFK and his legacy. The book is both a fascinating journey into character and an important historical contribution to our mature understanding of that glittering era known as Camelot.\\\" <b>--Mark Olshaker, coauthor of <i>Mindhunter</i>, <i>Journey Into Darkness</i> and </b><i><b>The Cases That Haunt Us<br/></b><br/></i> \\\"Wonderfully researched and sensitively written, <i>Ladies' Man </i>illustrates that JFK's cold relationships with the women in his life perfectly mirrored his stony political calculations. You may think--as I did--that you know a lot about 'Jack, ' but <i>Ladies' Man</i> will make you reconsider everything about him.\\\" --<b>Gus Russo, co-author of <i>Brothers in Arms</i></b> <p/>\\\"Sensitive rather than salacious, this meticulously researched and engagingly written accounting focuses on how JFK's often primitive but also complicated relationships with women shaped the career and revealed the character of the charismatic martyred president whose legacy of sex appeal being central to political appeal still shapes American politics.\\\"<b> --Scott Farris, author of <i>Inga: Kennedy's Great Love <p/></i></b> \\\"Those of us who have followed the prolific work of Laurence Leamer knew it would eventually lead to <i>Ladies' Man</i>, this intimately revealing life of John F. Kennedy and the women around him From decades of research, he knows the players and the sagas, which are all here in Leamer's typically riveting style.\\\" <b>--Mark Seal</b>\"},{\"id\":\"134564122T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>     The author of <em>Capote's Women</em> shines a light on the untold stories of the women linked to John F. Kennedy throughout his early life and beyond in this revealing account. </p>  \"},{\"id\":\"122433599T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><i>New York Times</i> bestselling author <b>Laurence Leamer</b> is a leading biographer of the celebrated and powerful, and his books include <i>Capote’s Women</i>, <i>Hitchcock’s Blondes</i>, <i>Warhol’s Muses, Madness Under the Royal Palms</i>, and <i>The Kennedy Women</i>, among many other books. 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Filled with the eye-opening takeaways that have brought millions of readers to his books, <i>Vibe </i>teaches us that similarity is not necessary for solidarity, chemistry doesn’t always happen quickly, and closeness doesn’t always take time.<br><br>Along the way, Grant introduces us to a crew of astronauts who learned to trust people they don’t like, a comedy troupe that swears by taking time apart as a key to staying together, a band that grew closer by learning to fight more, and a journalist who designed a gathering that led to seventy-eight marriages. He also opens up about his personal struggles to find his place as a shy introvert and the lessons that propelled his transformation into an enthusiastic convener. Through these examples and more, Grant uncovers the keys to creating deeper relationships and tighter communities.<br><br><i>Vibe </i>will change how you interact with people. 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Simply put, the <i>Vibe</i> is immaculate.” <br/><b>—Lin-Manuel Miranda and Luis Miranda</b> <br/><br/>“<i>Vibe</i> is a brilliant book about how to create great connections. Reading it is pure joy, and it will bring more joy into your life. If everyone reads it, the world will be a more magical place.” <br/><b>—Bob Iger</b> <br/><br/>“This book is the antidote for an increasingly lonely and disconnected world. It will make you feel truly hopeful about the power of human connection. I can’t imagine a time in our history when we’ve needed Adam Grant’s insights more.” <br/><b>—Jacinda Ardern</b><br/><br/>“A master class in building winning teams and lasting bonds. In <i>Vibe</i>, Adam Grant presents an ingenious new approach to being better together. This book is a must-read.”<br/><b>—Steve Kerr<br/></b><br/>“<i>Vibe</i> is an indispensable guide for enriching your interactions with loved ones, extended family, coworkers, difficult people, and even strangers. 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It wasn’t a compliment. In the new Washington, it was the worst thing you could be—especially if you worked in the federal government and wanted to keep your job. A Blocker was a holdover, an impediment, someone who didn't get the message—and, most of all, someone who didn't belong.Michael Lewis found six of them.Blockers is the story of people who believed they had a calling, who were convinced they were doing something the country couldn’t do without, and then discovered they were no longer wanted. One kept Americans’ most sensitive tax data out of the wrong hands and another made sure that politicians and civil servants played by the rules. One figured out how to stop wildfires from destroying suburban neighborhoods, another helped uncover the mysteries of cystic fibrosis.There was also a security guard.It should come as no surprise that the writer who made subprime mortgages gripping (The Big Short) and who turned baseball statistics into poetry (Moneyball) could transform the first two years of the second Trump administration into a thriller about federal employees. But he does.And he does something else. He puts before us a clear question: If these public servants can’t survive in government today, then what does that say about us?","<p><strong>A <em>NEW YORK TIMES</em> BESTSELLER<br><p></p>\n<br><p></p>An inside look at the early days of Trump’s Department of Government Efficiency, as told by the public servants it targeted and one of America’s best storytellers.</strong></p><p></p><p>Blockers. It wasn’t a compliment. In the new Washington, it was the worst thing you could be—especially if you worked in the federal government and wanted to keep your job. A Blocker was a holdover, an impediment, someone who didn't get the message—and, most of all, someone who didn't belong.</p><p></p><p>Michael Lewis found six of them.</p><p></p><p><em>Blockers</em> is the story of people who believed they had a calling, who were convinced they were doing something the country couldn’t do without, and then discovered they were no longer wanted. One kept Americans’ most sensitive tax data out of the wrong hands and another made sure that politicians and civil servants played by the rules. One figured out how to stop wildfires from destroying suburban neighborhoods, another helped uncover the mysteries of cystic fibrosis.</p><p></p><p>There was also a security guard.</p><p></p><p>It should come as no surprise that the writer who made subprime mortgages gripping (<em>The Big Short</em>) and who turned baseball statistics into poetry (<em>Moneyball</em>) could transform the first two years of the second Trump administration into a thriller about federal employees. But he does.</p><p></p><p>And he does something else. 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In the wake of tragedy, a father makes choices for his eleven grieving sons. The older brothers will emigrate to England for work, while the younger ones will stay behind. The second eldest, Macdara, is offered a job on a Montana cattle ranch and sets off. His spirited younger brother Rian begs to come along and Mac promises to bring Rian to America as soon as he’s old enough. But then one day Mac gets a call that Rian has gone missing. His disappearance will haunt Mac and his family across decades. Spanning lifetimes and continents, Whale Harbor is “tender, immersive, and exquisitely written” (Florence Knapp, author of The Names) with award-winning author Mary Beth Keane’s signature wit, eloquence, and attention to the emotional resonance of family, brotherhood, and the choices that echo across generations.","<b><i>GOOD MORNING AMERICA</i> BOOK CLUB PICK</b><br> <br><b><b>From the <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of the “magnificent” (<i>Fresh Air</i>) <i>Ask Again, Yes</i>, a sweeping multigenerational saga inspired by the author's family history, following eleven brothers as they are set on different paths between Ireland, England, Montana, and New York.</b></b><br><br>1960s, Ireland. In the wake of tragedy, a father makes choices for his eleven grieving sons. The older brothers will emigrate to England for work, while the younger ones will stay behind. The second eldest, Macdara, is offered a job on a Montana cattle ranch and sets off. His spirited younger brother Rian begs to come along and Mac promises to bring Rian to America as soon as he’s old enough. But then one day Mac gets a call that Rian has gone missing. His disappearance will haunt Mac and his family across decades.<br> <br> Spanning lifetimes and continents, <i>Whale Harbor </i>is “tender, immersive, and exquisitely written” (Florence Knapp, author of <i>The Names</i>) with award-winning author Mary Beth Keane’s signature wit, eloquence, and attention to the emotional resonance of family, brotherhood, and the choices that echo across generations.",{"_675":15416,"_36":15417,"_944":9066,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":15420},{"_5667":15418,"_5669":15419},{"_5643":15408},{"_5614":10594},{"_5614":2378},{"_5614":6224},[15378,-5,-5,15379,15380,-5,15381,15382,15383,15384,15385,-5,15386,15387,-5,15388,15389,15390],{"_675":15406,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":15407},{"_675":15405,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":6224},{"_675":15404,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":6224},{"_675":15403,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":6255},{"_675":15401,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":15402},{"_675":15399,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":15400},{"_675":15397,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":15398},{"_675":15396,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":15395,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":10594},{"_675":15394,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2378},{"_675":15393,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":15392,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":6905},{"_675":15391,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":2783},"gid://shopify/Metafield/191626283679985","gid://shopify/Metafield/196223757156593","gid://shopify/Metafield/76759763386609","gid://shopify/Metafield/76759762469105","gid://shopify/Metafield/76797264953585","gid://shopify/Metafield/76759763288305","gid://shopify/Metafield/76759762960625","1149510265","gid://shopify/Metafield/76759763615985","Whale-Harbor/Mary-Beth-Keane","gid://shopify/Metafield/76759799726321","[{\"id\":\"134542756T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"Chapter One ONE <br>“Macdara,” came a whisper, hot breath near Mac’s ear. “<i>Dúisigh!</i>”<br> <br>It was morning. A bell in the distance. Mac’s body felt stiff, and he could tell by the light that it was later than he usually slept. Rian’s spot under the blanket was cold so he must have been up for a while. Prowling, no doubt. Exploring. Blackguarding, if such a thing was possible on the top of a mountain. If anyone could find trouble, Rian could. Down at the shore the tide would have pushed great knots of seaweed onto the beach and Mac and Rian’s brothers would have been sent to collect it. It was mid-May already. Fair Day was coming up soon and if Mac could figure a way there he’d have a great time, but his bicycle had been broken for weeks.<br> <br>“Say it in English,” Mac mumbled to his younger brother. He didn’t want to move just yet—he needed a moment—but in those seconds he could feel the heat of Rian’s breath near his face again.<br> <br>“<i>Dúisigh</i>,” Rian repeated as he shook his brother’s shoulder. It was just the two of them up in the booley house where their mother had slept during summers when she was a girl, back when cattle were driven into the mountains for the seasonal burst of grass. The booley had been neglected for a generation because no one kept more than a few head of cattle anymore, at least not in the Cuan where they were locked between mountains and sea and the only crop that appeared from the soil in abundance were stones. But as a young girl, their mother had stayed up in the booley for a few weeks each summer along with her mother, and her aunts, and all the other womenfolk in other booleys scattered over the mountains because the men couldn’t leave the sea. The small shelter had a packed dirt floor and a ring of stones marking the place to make a fire. The walls were just stands of carefully stacked bog oak built against one of the boulders that made up the landscape of wider Connemara and that Teacher said were all put there by a glacier, somehow. Outside, a battered ash tree gave some protection from the wind.<br> <br>Rian gave up on Mac and stepped outside. Mac could hear him scrambling in the brush.<br> <br>“<i>Tar anseo!</i>” he called eventually.<br> <br>“English!” Mac called back.<br> <br>RIAN WAS A TERRIBLE STUDENT, and English was his worst subject. It was puzzling to their mother because Rian was bright and tended to understand things quite quickly once they were explained to him. It was only that he couldn’t sit still. Last month, after a message sent home went unanswered (because Rian had crumpled the note and tossed it into the sea), Teacher walked all the way through the small village of Cuan an Mhíl Mhóir—everyone called it “the Cuan”—and up the narrow lane to let Cathal and Mary Joyce know that of the several Joyces he’d taught in his ten years as schoolteacher, this one was the worst. Rian talked nonstop, distracting the other children. He fought. He bragged. He was an all-around contrary child. The latest offense was that he refused to speak English when Teacher asked him to, and now the other children were copying him. Teacher stood by their fire while Rian and several of his brothers hid in the back room, mimicking the posh way Teacher had one foot turned out and one hand on his hip. They wondered if that’s how everyone who grew up in the city stood. With Rian leading them, they lifted their noses and repeated to one another every word Teacher said, except in whispers. Rian’s mother excused herself for a moment and chased the boys out the back door with the end of her broom.<br> <br>Teacher reminded Cathal and Mary of what everyone in the village already knew, which was that if any local child wanted to get work one day he’d have to leave the area, and for that he’d have to know English. At age nine Rian should be in at least second class, if not third, but he was still in senior infants. And he wasn’t even ashamed!<br> <br>“I don’t know much English myself,” Mary said.<br> <br>“Why would you?” Cathal said, his tone telling her that if that was an apology there was no need.<br> <br>“In school he has to at least try,” Teacher said. “I’m not saying he shouldn’t hold on to his own language. I’m only saying he needs to know English as well.”<br> <br>Cathal crossed his arms and frowned, but Mary promised she’d sort him. She’d put his brother Macdara on the case.<br> <br>“Now there’s a student,” Teacher said. “I’d have Macdara in school still, if it were up to me. I’d have him—”<br> <br>“Ach,” Cathal said, waving the words away. He searched his pocket for his pipe.<br> <br>“Now be telling us about your own little ones,” Mary said as she handed him a generous glass of store whiskey. To Cathal she handed a much smaller glass, and when he looked up at her with a complaint in his eyes she looked right back. She asked after Teacher’s new baby, his wife. Now that his official business was over with, he settled in and gave her all the news.<br> <br>“And you, Mary?” he asked, somewhat awkwardly. “You’re feeling well? Do you think you’ll get a girl this time?”<br> <br>Mary laughed. “Another boy. I know it.”<br> <br>“Eleven sons,” Teacher said. “And King David couldn’t even get one. Do you ever wonder that God hasn’t given you a girl?”<br> <br>“Oh, believe me,” she said. “I’ll raise the question when I meet him.”<br> <br>But it was true what Teacher said about Rian needing English, needing to at least try, so after he left, Mary kept her eye on the road to catch Mac before he came inside. When she saw him approaching from the direction of the village she pulled on her shawl and walked out to meet him.<br> <br>He was lost in his thoughts, she could see. But he was still boyish enough to blush when he was happy and when he saw her—unexpected at that time of day that she wouldn’t be standing at the stove—his cheeks flushed. She fell into step beside him and noted how tall he was now, how she needed a step and a half to match each of his.<br> <br>“Are you missing your brother very much, Macdara?” she asked, surprising herself. It wasn’t what she’d intended to talk to him about, but it struck her as she saw him walking alone that a year earlier he would have been walking with Sean. The pair of them went everywhere together, but now Sean was in England, working. Mac, who was second eldest, would be next to go.<br> <br>“I do miss him I suppose,” he said. “Don’t tell him.”<br> <br>“Never.”<br> <br>She described the teacher’s visit and asked him to practice English with Rian. “Lead him to it bit by bit,” she said. Of all his brothers, Rian admired Mac most. If there was anyone who could talk this stubborn child into learning, it was him.<br> <br>“It’s only that he feels afraid,” she said.<br> <br>“Afraid of what?” Mac asked.<br> <br>“Of the feeling it gives him, learning English, knowing that the reason he has to learn is because he’ll leave one day.”<br> <br>“Did he say that?”<br> <br>“No,” Mary said. “But that’s what it is.”<br> <br>Once again Mac marveled that his mother had a deep understanding of every possible feeling, even when the person himself might not know he was feeling it.<br> <br>NOW, STANDING OUTSIDE THE BOOLEY house, Rian tilted his head back, cupped his hand around his mouth, and shouted “DÚISIGH!” as loud as he could. His voice echoed across the valley and rolled toward the sea.<br> <br>“Did you hear that, Mac?” Rian asked, delighted. He shouted again, and again his voice echoed. “Do you think they heard that all the way at the schoolhouse?”<br> <br>“Paul Evans is an ugly gowl!” Rian shouted before Mac could answer, and the words rolled down the mountain. Paul Evans was Teacher’s name. “Paul Evans wears his mammy’s knickers!”<br> <br>Mac couldn’t help it, he laughed. Rian must have heard because he poked his head in and asked, “Are you up at last? Come see something.”<br> <br>THERE WAS A STORY THEIR mother often told: Once, when the women were up on the mountain, an old hag appeared at the door. She was looking for food and shelter from the rain. It was strange that an old woman who was unknown to any of them should happen to be passing so far up the mountain, and they only had enough for themselves, but they gave her the best spot by the fire to dry off and something to keep her going on her journey. They were worried about her, being a great age and the mountain a rough place, but as soon as she ate and rested, she transformed into a hare and ran away.<br> <br>“Is that true?” Mac asked very seriously the first time Mary told him the story. “Did you see her turn into a hare?” He was small at the time, alone at the killing stump with her as she held the tail of a <i>cadóg</i> in her left hand and with her right ran her knife down its back to remove the scales. It was a rare thing to be alone with his mother and that may be why for his whole life he remembered it. There was no doubt a baby in the cradle or in her belly or both but he couldn’t remember which one.<br> <br>It happened before she was born, Mary admitted, but it was always talked about, and everyone knew that what might not seem possible in the village was certainly possible on the mountain. She wouldn’t dare doubt it and she warned Mac that he shouldn’t, either—only the most arrogant sort of person presumes to know the secrets nature holds. What would have become of them, she often wondered, had the women not given the crone a bit of bread, had they not given her a place by the fire. Mac shivered and wondered the same.<br> <br>Mac and Rian were up the mountain this morning because Rian had gotten into a fight with a classmate, who, like Rian, was nine years old, and also from a family of brothers—except the Sullivans were all boxers. Mac asked what they fought over, but Rian wouldn’t say. Rian once fought over a spoon. Over whether it was raining outside or only spitting. Over whether a mule was smarter than a donkey. Someone once found a broken chain on the road, good for absolutely nothing, but Rian bloodied another boy’s nose to have it. This particular fight, Mac learned eventually, was about skimming stones. A group of them had been hanging around by the water when skimming stones turned into a contest and Rian claimed he got twelve hops. One of the Sullivan boys said it was only nine. They agreed to each have another go, the boy with the most hops would be the winner, and Rian lost. Then it turned into a fistfight, like all contests did, and Rian lost that, too, as anyone who took in the sizes of the two boys would have predicted. But at the moment of peak humiliation, with every student looking on, Rian said at least he had the courage to spend a night up the mountain by himself. It was rumored that this Sullivan boy still slept at the foot of his mammy’s bed.<br> <br>“Why?” Macdara asked. “Of all things.”<br> <br>“Because,” Rian said.<br> <br>“Because why?”<br> <br>“Because!” Rian said, growing red in the face with frustration. “Because I don’t have to be bigger than him to sleep up in the booley. I only have to be braver.”<br> <br>Macdara had spent the day on the island helping his grandfather repair a collapsed well—the kind of careful, peaceful work he liked—and when the tide was finally low enough for him to walk across the rocks to the mainland and then home, he recognized Rian’s crouched form in the distance, waiting for him. He saw the bruise blooming on the side of his brother’s head, and knew he was about to be pestered for something. Rian begged Macdara to come with him up the mountain overnight, and to not tell a living soul.<br> <br>“Barry will go,” Mac said once he’d heard it all. There were plenty of other brothers to choose from. Barry was fourteen. Macdara was gone sixteen, so this seemed below him. “Or Fearghal. Or both of them.” Fearghal was a year younger than Barry.<br> <br>“They said they won’t.”<br> <br>“Thomas then. There’ll be the pair of you in it.” Thomas was only six but seemed older because he was so serious. He had flame-red hair, redder than anyone else’s in the family, the reddest their mother claimed she’d ever seen, and people called him Thomas the Red. In the old days, their mother told them, people thought it was bad luck to see a redhead first thing in the morning, and if Thomas had lived in those days they’d be turning their backs to him as he walked to school.<br> <br>“He said he’d be too scared,” Rian said to Mac. “There’s <i>síóga</i> up there and everyone knows it.”<br> <br>Mac looked down at his brother. Vivid yellow furze lined the road on both sides, making a bright, beautiful tunnel leading home.<br> <br>“You didn’t ask them. None of them.”<br> <br>“They’ll tell everyone they were up there! I’m supposed to be going alone to prove I’m not scared.”<br> <br>“But you are scared. You go looking for trouble, I swear.”<br> <br>“I lost the fight! What could I do?”<br> <br>Mac looked up at the fog-shrouded mountain and shivered. He wished Sean was still home. He wished he could ask his friend Martin to come along, but Martin was gone too. Mac thought they had a whole year more to discuss plans, but Martin’s brother PJ had come home from America for a visit, and next thing Martin was packed off to Montana with him when he left. The Lees lived up the road from the Joyces and no one from either family ever passed by the other’s house without stopping in with news.<br> <br>“Macdara,” Rian’s small face twisted with distress. “Please.”<br> <br>THEY GOT A BIT OF precious attention from their mother when they told her the plan. They didn’t need permission, exactly—their whereabouts had been their own business since the day they could be trusted to wander out of sight of the cottage and find their way back—but she’d worry if they were missing at night, especially with their father not at home. Two weeks earlier, she’d given birth to a new son, and as Rian explained to her that they were spending the night on the mountain, Mac noticed that she was swollen, exhausted. A moment later, when Rian scampered off to gather a few provisions and the baby began to stir, she said to Macdara, “You’re a good boy.” She reached for his dirty hand and brought it to her cheek. She pressed it there for a moment and then let go.<br> <br>FINALLY, MAC KICKED OFF THE blanket and got up. He stepped outside. There were a dozen black-faced ewes milling around the booley, red marks at their shoulders. The day was blue but had a skinning wind. Rian was gesturing wildly for Mac to hurry, to come look at something. Ignoring him, Mac looked down at the valley below, the route they’d climbed the previous afternoon, and saw that the houses of their small village looked flat and insignificant, like there was no way they could hold all the people, and gossip, and worries that made up their days. He’d been up here many times before, and had looked down at the very same scene, but this time something about seeing home from so far above made his heart squeeze. Everything that was broken and weather-beaten and threadbare up close was mended from such a height, and he felt certain if he stood there long enough he might eventually glimpse himself making his way down the muck-drowned lane. Then he lifted his gaze just slightly and saw so much farther—the mountains, the water studded with small islands. It was astonishing, how beautiful it all was.<br> <br>Mac looked out to the island where their grandfather lived and where their mother had grown up. It was called Illeaneeragh, but they only ever called it “the island.” Two small hops away from that one was Crow Island, where their father kept his still. No one lived on Crow Island.<br> <br>“My god, would you ever hurry?” Rian said.<br> <br>Their father had been mostly on Crow Island since the new baby arrived. After the last big batch of <i>poitín</i>, Macdara had helped him plug and sink the jugs in the bog. A few weeks later Cathal asked him along again to see how it was aging. By the light of the moon Cathal reached under the bog in exactly the right place and raised up the keg just enough to clear the water. He pulled the plug and took a long draft of it through the reed he’d plucked on their way. He offered the reed to Mac, and Mac took a sip, but he could barely even swallow.<br> <br>Cathal slapped his thighs as he laughed at Mac, who was coughing and trying to rid the taste from his mouth.<br> <br>By his eleventh child, and his eleventh time pulling this disappearing act, no one took much notice of Cathal’s routine. It was just part of a new baby arriving. He left the island to deliver the post, and that’s when he might pop out of a field near home to say hello to one of his sons or suddenly appear alongside them as they walked to school or Mass or wherever they might be headed. He appeared from behind the grocery one recent afternoon, his wild shock of hair even wilder from the elements. They often spotted him in the distance on his bicycle, his basket heaped to the brim with post and packages, and it took Mac until very recently to understand there were also <i>poitín</i> bottles clinking in the basket under the letters, and Cathal was delivering these as well. He’d take the paper money he got for the <i>poitín</i> and put it in the tin box he kept under the bed he shared with Mary. That’s the box he always went to when he gave something to the women who helped whenever a new baby was born. It was the box he went to when the family had balances to settle up in the Cuan. A new baby was always a time for fresh starts.<br> <br>At home, Mac slept in the loft with the other oldests: Barry, Fearghal, Noel, and now that Sean was in England, Coleman, who’d been promoted. The next four, called collectively “the babies”—Rian, Thomas, Eamon, and Seamus—slept in the room below. Their parents had their own room and that’s where the new baby slept. Once the baby got too big for his cradle he’d move to the baby room and someone from the baby room would get moved up to the loft and someone from the loft—Mac—would have to go somewhere else.<br> <br>But where? Sean was working at a railyard in Manchester and living in a rooming house with a dozen other Irishmen from his age all the way up to great ages like fifty and sixty. If he missed home he didn’t mention it in his letters. He only told them things that happened, and nothing about what he thought about those things. All emigrants seemed a little different when they returned home, but the main thing Mac noticed was when those who went to England came back they were never better for it. For all the good news reported in letters—the reliable money and the shops full of anything a person could want—none of it was evident. Billy Coyle was great fun before he left for London but when he came back for a visit he was so quiet. His body had become thin and he hunched his shoulders as if to make himself invisible. Maybe Sean had gotten like that and they didn’t even know.<br> <br>Mac would prefer to stay in Ireland. But in photographs he’d seen in newspapers, the other parts of Ireland looked different. The people looked different, too: their clothes, their hair. In Connemara, it was said that nourishing grass was so scarce the sheep had to wear eyeglasses to find it. Children didn’t usually wear shoes until they went to school. It was almost impossible to make cattle fat enough for market, and the fisheries were all owned by people who lived in different parts. That Cathal had a government job as postman and that the job allowed him an easy way to sell his other wares on the side was what had kept them there, tied to the Cuan, for longer than so many other families. The problem was that the area only needed one postman, and the man had eleven sons.<br> <br>Years ago, when their neighbor PJ Lee—Martin’s older brother—struck out for Montana instead of the usual places in America, Teacher took the opportunity to tell them about all the Irish in a Montana city called Butte, nicknamed the richest hill on Earth because of all the copper there. Someone joked in that case Butte would be a great place for the Joyces because they needed copper to make the worm for their still. Teacher ignored the comment but Mac felt his face get hot. A book went around, opened to a photograph of a famous graveyard in Butte, which had a lot of the same names etched onto the stones as they had right there in the Cuan. When Mac held the book he glanced quickly at the names but mostly he looked at the sky, at what little he could glimpse in the backdrop, to decide if it would feel terribly foreign to PJ when he got there.<br> <br>When Mac arrived home from school that day and reported everything Teacher said about Montana, Cathal said that man knew so much he bet he could milk a duck. When Mac told him that there were a lot of Irish in Butte, Cathal said: “There’s Irish in Dublin, too, but you wouldn’t want to be there.”<br> <br>AFTER BEING IN AMERICA FOR seven years, PJ returned for a visit, just before the eleventh Joyce baby was due. Macdara and Martin had a plan to take the bus to Galway to see the races, but that would have to be put off because PJ was coming home with an American wife who wasn’t from one of the cities on America’s East Coast—breeds they were familiar with—but a girl whose people had been in Montana for generations. Mac barely remembered PJ, but he was curious. He wrote to Sean to tell him and wished his brother were home to hear some of the stories. More than any other return Mac could remember, everyone in the Cuan wanted to catch a glimpse of PJ and hear about his life. Mary prayed that the baby stay put so she wouldn’t miss any of the fun.<br> <br>PJ had left Ireland in a ship but to return home in 1963 he flew in an airplane to Shannon Airport. Instead of cramming themselves into the damp Lee cottage, he and his wife stayed in a hotel near Oughterard, a good forty minutes’ drive. They rented a car to get back and forth, and for two weeks Mac watched for that blue Ford and wondered what it would be like to sit inside. PJ let the small children pack in and then he drove them all around as they begged for a chance to turn the steering wheel, but Mac felt too old for that. From the garden, he could spot the car’s roof gliding along the narrow lanes up to the Lees’ place, no doubt the beautiful, gleaming paint etched with scratches from branches. PJ wore cowboy boots and had a belt with a huge silver-plated buckle. All the kids lined up to punch him in the buckle, to see how solid it was, and after each child took a shot PJ beat his chest and shouted “Who’s next?”<br> <br>The Lees hosted a get-together for the neighbors near the end of PJ’s visit. Despite being heavily pregnant, Mary went up early to help Honnie and her girls. When Mac, Barry, and Fearghal walked up, the first person they encountered was their own three-year-old brother, Eamon, who’d climbed up on a stone wall, gotten his jumper snagged, and couldn’t jump back down.<br> <br>Inside, chairs were for the elders. Most people leaned against walls or sat on the floor with their knees pulled to their chests. Mac felt like he hadn’t seen Martin in weeks and he had things to tell him. When he glanced around to find his friend he saw that Martin and his younger brother, Peter, were wearing startling white shoes with rubber bottoms. The Lee girls were wearing headbands and sleeveless blouses and when Patricia passed by she smelled of washing soap. Mac could see the gooseflesh on her arms.<br> <br>“Hello, Patricia,” Mac said and blushed.<br> <br>“Hello, yourself,” Patricia said.<br> <br>“I like your—” But he didn’t know the word so he tapped his own head in the place where her headband sat.<br> <br>“Jenny brought it for me from America,” she said, and then it was her turn to blush. Jenny was the tall woman standing in the corner with the bright blond hair. People said she was the image of Princess Grace and Mac had to admit he could see it.<br> <br>“What kind of shoes is Martin wearing?”<br> <br>“They’re tennis shoes.”<br> <br>“Tennis shoes! They’re very…”<br> <br>“White,” Patricia said and laughed.<br> <br>Once, when they were thirteen, Mac asked Patricia if he could kiss her. Martin had robbed one beer and one cigarette for each of them from the stash his father kept in the turf shed. Patricia declined and it had been slightly awkward between them ever since.<br> <br>Mary and Honnie were cutting cakes and arranging the slices onto plates. Cathal leaned against a wall, twisting his eyebrow and arguing with a neighbor about the pope’s recent announcement of dismay about the world scarcity of priests. Radio Éireann was playing a sponsored program about horses and once in a while the program would pause to play a ballad. The Lee girls made tea for the women and the men sipped whiskey from mugs while PJ’s book of photographs got passed around. There were a few pictures of Chicago, but mostly they were of horses, the frames of buildings and their progress as they were completed, mountains capped with snow. Quite a few were of a long, green car called a Chevrolet Impala, which PJ said he loved almost as much as he loved his girls.<br> <br>“He has girls?” Mac whispered to Martin. He couldn’t help it. He looked over at Jenny. She didn’t seem like a woman who’d had babies yet.<br> <br>“Two. My American nieces,” Martin said. “They stayed back in Montana with Jenny’s father.”<br> <br>Kevin Lee, PJ and Martin’s father, described Montana with complete authority, even though he’d never left the west of Ireland. He told the crowded room that PJ had built a house for himself and his family in a place called Larkspur, named for the flower that was abundant there. Kevin told his neighbors that the sky was much higher in Larkspur. The animals were bigger, too, even the trout fished out of the lakes. Jenny, who was born and raised there, only looked amused.<br> <br>“Tell them, PJ. Tell them about the seventy-pound trout. Tell them how big.”<br> <br>The group looked skeptical when Kevin held his hands more than four feet apart to show them. They were interested, but they weren’t stupid. Trout didn’t come that size. PJ spotted Rian and told him to stand up.<br> <br>“About that size,” PJ said. He told them about being in the audience when John F. Kennedy spoke to a group in Yellowstone County about conserving the land and the forests.<br> <br>“Did you speak to him?” Mac asked.<br> <br>PJ laughed. “There were seventeen thousand people in the audience. And I was in the back.”<br> <br>“He’s coming here, you know,” someone said. “In June. I read it in the paper.”<br> <br>“To Dublin you mean,” Cathal said.<br> <br>“To Galway,” the man said. “He’ll speak in Eyre Square.”<br> <br>Mac glanced over to catch Martin’s eye. That would be an adventure.<br> <br>When Mac had eaten his cake and seen all the photos, when he figured Patricia would probably not agree to a kiss that night, either, he got up to leave. He had a small job lined up for the morning, odds and ends for the blacksmith, and he wanted to get to bed. He’d give Martin all the news once PJ went back to America and things went back to normal. When he heard steps behind him he assumed it was Rian following, but then he heard his name being called. He turned and found Martin, with Rian right behind him.<br> <br>“Mac,” Martin said. “I meant to stop down earlier today but my mother needed help with the party.” He glanced down at Rian, who was waiting to hear what he’d say next.<br> <br>“Did you have cake?” Martin asked Rian. Meaning: be gone with you.<br> <br>“I did,” Rian said, not moving.<br> <br>“He’s fine,” Mac said.<br> <br>“All right. Well, I wanted to tell you—and it all came together very quickly, my head is spinning, actually—but I wanted to make sure you—”<br> <br>“You’re leaving,” Mac said, and he immediately felt foolish for not predicting it.<br> <br>“I’m leaving,” Martin confirmed.<br> <br>“When?”<br> <br>“I’ll go back with them. It’s a long way and it makes the most sense. PJ bought my ticket yesterday.”<br> <br>“Huh,” Mac said. He had not been prepared for this and yet he wasn’t surprised. They’d all known from the moment of their births that they’d likely have to leave one day. He just didn’t expect that day to be tomorrow, or for his best friend to go all the way to Montana.<br> <br>“You know,” Martin said. “PJ says there’s lots of work there. His father-in-law is sponsoring me and I’m sure he’d sponsor you, too, if you wanted to come. I know Sean is in England, but if you had a mind to try Americ—”<br> <br>“I’m not going anywhere yet. Plenty of time for all that.”<br> <br>“Is there? Will you not have to go when the new baby comes?”<br> <br>Mac felt Rian studying him carefully as he said he didn’t know. No one had said anything yet and he was getting work most days. He’d been thinking lately maybe he wouldn’t have to go.<br> <br>“And it’s all definite?” Mac asked. “It’s very fast, isn’t it?”<br> <br>“Oh, I’d say they had a notion before PJ even got here. I’m the last to know.”<br> <br>Mac frowned. That didn’t seem right.<br> <br>“I don’t mind, honestly. If I have to go somewhere, I’d like to try Montana. I’ll visit though, Mac. You know I will.”<br> <br>After seven whole years like your brother, Mac thought. The visit after that would be in twelve, then twenty. And when he visited, Mac would likely be in England. Martin said he was sorry to dump the news on him and then go but he had to be getting back. He said he’d stop round the following day to say goodbye.<br> <br>“We should go too!” Rian said, as soon as Martin was out of earshot. “Did you hear what his father said about the trout?”<br> <br>“You’re nine years old. You think you’d be good at sawing down trees thicker than a man lying down?”<br> <br>“I’d be absolutely ferocious at it,” Rian said. “How is it spelled? Larkspur? I’m putting it in my book.”<br> <br>That night after everyone had finally drifted off to sleep, even their mother, who sometimes sat up in the chair when the birth of a new baby was near, Rian crept to the foot of the sleeping loft’s ladder and whispered, “Macdara, are you awake? Are there grizzly bears in Montana, Macdara?”<br> <br>But the others roared at him to be quiet, that he’d break their heads with his constant chatter, he should be sent to live with the tinkers, Jesus Christ, even they wouldn’t take him, between the fighting and the constant jabbering, he should simply be abandoned somewhere far away.<br> <br>In response, Rian let crack an enormous fart and, laughing, dove into his bed.<br> <br>THE NEXT MORNING, MARTIN CAME down the lane to say goodbye as promised, and Mary shook holy water on his head. The baby was coming; Mac could tell by the way she walked the floors early that morning and took deep breaths.<br> <br>“Come on,” Martin said, wanting to get beyond so many sets of eyes to say his goodbyes. “Let’s walk into the Cuan.”<br> <br>Mac hesitated. “My mother<i>—</i>”<br> <br>“Go,” Mary said. Cathal was pulling at his eyebrow and asking if she was sure he shouldn’t go for the women yet.<br> <br>Once they got past the holly bush where they normally met up, Martin shoved a handful of coins into Mac’s pocket. “Everyone’s giving me money so take some for the dances.”<br> <br>“Would you stop,” Mac said, pushing them back at Martin. One coin fell onto the road and Rian, who’d followed Mac, pounced on it. The two older boys laughed, realizing they were acting like old men they’d seen.<br> <br>“Who will I go to the dances with now?”<br> <br>“You can’t be serious. You have no shortage of brothers.”<br> <br>Mac laughed because it was true, but something would change. First Sean, now Martin. Barry and Fearghal were fun but they were only fourteen and thirteen. Since Martin told him, Mac felt a question on the tip of his tongue, but he just didn’t know how to ask it. He wanted to ask his friend if he had any fear of going, fear that he’d not come back, fear that he’d hate it or the people would be strange or anything at all. Fear of being lonely. But Martin would only say no.<br> <br>“It got put together so fast. I didn’t even have time to get a few odds and ends to bring with me.”<br> <br>“The shops in America will have everything you need.”<br> <br>“They will, I suppose,” Martin said. The Sullivans’ dog barked at them and followed them for a while. Martin threw a stone at him to go home and Mac told him not to do that, he might hit the poor creature; the Sullivans weren’t good to it so it was probably only looking for company. Mac stopped to scratch its ears and Martin remembered when they were much smaller boys, how they saved a different one of the Sullivans’ dogs from falling through the blowhole near the cliff. Mac would miss his friend. They walked along the lane as far as the football pitch, looped around the farthest goalpost, and then headed home.<br> <br>“Martin!” Rian said, catching up to them. “I just thought of something. Now that you’re out of the picture, does that mean Margaret Carroll is available?”<br> <br>Martin and Margaret had a little romance going, the extent of which was Martin going over to her house one day to look at the record player her brother had sent their parents from England.<br> <br>“Excuse me?” Martin asked.<br> <br>“I mean, can I make my move once you’re gone.”<br> <br>“She’s fifteen.”<br> <br>“I know that.”<br> <br>Martin looked at Mac and shook his head.<br> <br>“Best of luck to you,” he said to Rian.<br> <br>THE BABY STARTED COMING AROUND the time PJ’s rented car wound its way down the coast road toward the airport, Martin’s pale face in the back window where he was watching the Cuan retreat. Still, Mary said it wasn’t quite time to call the women. Finally, very early the following morning, Cathal climbed the ladder to the loft, grabbed hold of Mac’s foot to wake him, and told him to run to Honnie’s. The women arrived just after dawn and told the Joyce boys to be gone, to come back in a few hours. Honnie, sad after having said goodbye to two of her sons the day before, brought a sack of buns and told them to eat them down on the beach. It was cold at that hour, frost on the grass, so Mac made up a game where they hopped around like pats of butter on a hot skillet, and after a while his brothers’ cheeks flushed and they grew warm. Seamus, only two, was allowed to stay up in the house with the women, but Eamon cried that he was still cold so Mac took his little feet and put them under his own jumper to warm them against his belly. He taught him how to withdraw his arms from his sleeves and tuck his hands into the pocket of his underarms, where it was always warm. When the morning reached a respectable time to go calling, the older boys ran off to find their friends. Coleman, Rian, Thomas, and Eamon stayed with Macdara.<br> <br>Just when Mac was thinking he’d have to get them more to eat, they heard a whistle.<br> <br>“Hup!” Cathal shouted when he got within sight. “A brother!”<br> <br>His younger brothers around him, Mac observed their father standing on the crest of seagrass, the light behind him, and wondered if he’d wait an hour until the baby settled or if he’d go right away. He’d no doubt taken a mug of whiskey out by the turf shed to wait for news. Last time, when Seamus was born, he’d made Mary a cup of tea, and then while the women were still fussing over her and the baby, he’d slipped out.<br> <br>As they made their way home, Eamon on Mac’s back, Rian wondered aloud if their mother knew how to get the other kind of baby because who ever heard of eleven boys and no girls? When he looked up at Macdara and saw that he’d made his brother laugh, his face shone with joy.<br> <br>“Go,” Mac said, setting Eamon down. “All of you. Run. Go on to meet him.” Someone would have to walk out to the island to tell their grandfather.<br> <br>NOW, THE BABY WAS TWO weeks old and Cathal was still sleeping on Crow Island. From the door of the booley the slope of the mountain became abruptly steeper on the ascent, but it was possible to climb higher by grabbing hold of stones lodged into the earth, or roots that served as steps. “Would you ever hurry,” Rian said, as Mac finally joined him.<br> <br>“All right now, look,” Rian said, pointing to something in the distance, something on the beach that was a short walk from their cottage and where they gathered seaweed most mornings. From where they stood, the beach was just a slash of yellow breaking up the greens and blues. But there was also a pale obstruction Mac couldn’t identify.<br> <br>“What’s what?” Rian asked.<br> <br>Mac squinted and saw there was movement—people gathering. Father Damien’s somber black Oldsmobile looked like a toy as it turned onto the coast road. What was it that was drawing them together? Grayish in color, maybe an enormous boulder had rolled down from somewhere above. He’d never heard of anything like that happening before. Maybe it was one of the Russian trawlers the men were always discussing when they stood outside Gafney’s smoking cigarettes. Sighted off Inisheer and bearing the red flags of the Soviet Union, the Soviets had four trawlers in the area, and two factory ships. The men said their plan was to take all the Irish fish back with them to their country. Their fisheries needed protection, the men said, something must be done.<br> <br>Maybe one of the trawlers had made a mistake and turned into their small harbor and got stuck.<br> <br>“Could it be a whale?” Rian asked.<br> <br>Mac looked again at the outlines of the object, and the stir it caused.<br> <br>“You know what, Rian? I believe it could.”<br> <br>Rian, who always had a current of energy running through him, went totally still, serious down to his bones. “I knew it,” he said in a whisper. It was the biggest thing to happen in his life so far.<br> <br>“If it’s a whale, there’s something wrong with it,” Macdara said.<br> <br>“We have to see,” Rian said and scrambled back down to the booley to gather their few things.<br> <br>“Slow down,” Mac shouted after him, but Rian was already running full speed down the mountain, blanket dragging along the ground, his dove-white ankles flashing in the sun.\"},{\"id\":\"123983727T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"“A powerful, multigenerational saga of family.”<b> —<i>Woman's World</i></b><br> <br> “A deeply insightful family saga.”<b> —<i>The Millions</i></b><br> <br> “With all the cadence and lyricism of an Irish ballad, Keane’s prose and dialogue sparkle with lightness, wit, and authenticity. Brimming with emotion, this charming yet psychologically complex family shines with tenderness, care, and loyalty. Keane’s characters express joy, wonder, and genuine love even as they grapple with hardship, grief, and loss.” <b>—<i>Booklist </i>(starred review)</b><br> <br> “Keane’s outstanding ability to encompass family feeling in fluid, translucent prose—as she did in<i> Ask Again, Yes</i>—shines once more in this saga of immigration and lifelong emotional bonds. Epic yet intimate, with a long, satisfying afterecho.” <b>—<i>Kirkus </i>(starred review)</b><br> <br> “A deeply insightful family saga… Keane evokes each setting beautifully… It’s a revelation.”<b> —<i>Publishers Weekly </i>(starred review)</b><br> <br> “Keane’s big-hearted novel wraps readers in the warm embrace of this multigenerational literary saga.” <b>—<i>Library Journal</i> (starred review)</b><br> <br> “Keane's prose deploys a light, luminous touch even as its plot ventures into heartbreaking territory... Keane is an exceptional storyteller... With richly descriptive prose and a deep understanding of ancestral roots, <i>Whale Harbor</i> reminds readers that when it comes to family, there are no neat and tidy endings.”<b> —Shelf Awareness, <i>Maximum Shelf</i></b><br> <br> “<i>Whale Harbor</i> is a very special book, the kind that comes along rarely. It is epic in scope yet, at the same time, so intimate and immersive I could scarcely catch my breath as I read. A meditation on what it means to be a family with all the secret heartaches and disappointments, the losses, and above all, the love that binds them together. Truly magnificent.” <b>—Clare Leslie Hall, author of <i>Broken Country</i></b><br> <br> “I picked up <i>Whale Harbor</i> and couldn't stop reading. 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I felt I knew the whole cast of characters intimately, as well as the landscapes—the Joyces' Connemara, Montana, and New York will remain etched in my mind. I missed this book whenever I wasn’t reading it. Mary Beth Keane is one of my favorite storytellers and here she’s at her finest. I adored it.” <b>—Florence Knapp, author of <i>The Names </i></b><br> <br> “No one writes about the long arc of family—its loyalties, betrayals, and returns—like Mary Beth Keane. <i>Whale Harbor </i>is an expansive, beautiful novel about how time can reshape love and kinship in ways we'd never anticipate, and a reminder that every family contains a world.” <b>—Kathy Wang, author of <i>The Satisfaction Café</i></b><br> <br> “<i>Whale Harbor</i> is an exquisite family epic. I was completely invested in the fates of all the Joyce brothers. 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A cracked mirror world, a lot like ours; peopled by survivors, a lot like us; sentences so fine they break the skin; a plot that swerves through loss, love, trust, betrayal, art, science, society and control.\" —David Mitchell“A testament to the surpassing importance of the human voice, artistic fecundity, improvisation, and ingenuity.” —Boston GlobeThe Pulitzer Prize–winning author of Trust turns to the future with a novel that examines the place of technology in the American imaginationCenturies from now, at the dawn of a historical epoch filled with both uncertainty and promise, an orphan is adrift in a city on the brink of a great transformation. The state has been dismantled, and humans are reinventing social bonds and learning new ways to coexist with nature. Following a childhood defined by loss, survival, and found family, the orphan grows up to become a “pincher,” someone who steals electricity from the grid to sell it on the black market. It’s a high-risk life, one that brings her into a rich art and music scene where she powers underground concerts. It also leads her to a colossal scientific invention that could change the very fabric of reality.After rewriting America’s past with his two previous novels, Hernan Diaz defies expectations with his third and gives us a breathtaking glimpse into the future. A major achievement from a major contemporary writer, Ply questions the place of technology in the American experiment with a plot that grabs both heart and mind. It is a novel of ideas built from a story of people. Combining Dickensian odyssey, family drama, and scientific thriller, Ply poignantly charts the tenuous boundaries of selfhood and the distance that inevitably stands between us and those we love.","<b>NATIONAL BESTSELLER<br><br>\"<i>Ply </i>is majestic. A cracked mirror world, a lot like ours; peopled by survivors, a lot like us; sentences so fine they break the skin; a plot that swerves through loss, love, trust, betrayal, art, science, society and control.\" —David Mitchell<br><br>“A testament to the surpassing importance of the human voice, artistic fecundity, improvisation, and ingenuity.” —<i>Boston Globe</i><br><br>The Pulitzer Prize–winning author of <i>Trust </i>turns to the future with a novel that examines the place of technology in the American imagination</b><br><br>Centuries from now, at the dawn of a historical epoch filled with both uncertainty and promise, an orphan is adrift in a city on the brink of a great transformation. The state has been dismantled, and humans are reinventing social bonds and learning new ways to coexist with nature. Following a childhood defined by loss, survival, and found family, the orphan grows up to become a “pincher,” someone who steals electricity from the grid to sell it on the black market. It’s a high-risk life, one that brings her into a rich art and music scene where she powers underground concerts. It also leads her to a colossal scientific invention that could change the very fabric of reality.<br><br>After rewriting America’s past with his two previous novels, Hernan Diaz defies expectations with his third and gives us a breathtaking glimpse into the future. A major achievement from a major contemporary writer, <i>Ply</i> questions the place of technology in the American experiment with a plot that grabs both heart and mind. It is a novel of ideas built from a story of people. 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Diaz has the whole literary past at his fingertips.”<b> —<i>The New York Times </i>(10 Best Books of the Year)<br/><br/></b>“An elegant, irresistible puzzle.” <b>—<i>The Washington Post </i>(10 Best Books of the Year)<i><br/></i></b><i><br/></i>“With only his second novel, Diaz has become an ambitious and significant voice.”<b> <i>—The Guardian </i>(Best Books of the Year)<i><br/><br/></i></b>“Wondrous . . . Diaz is brilliant at dissecting literary conventions and transforming them into something new.”<b> —<i>New York Review of Books<br/></i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"131419229T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>Praise for <i>Ply <p/></i></b>\\\"A page-turning, pleasurably disorienting, and deeply humane vision of a possible future.\\\"<br/><b>--Vogue</b> <p/>\\\"Offers us a vision of the future both deeply disconcerting and oddly exhilarating...a testament to the surpassing importance of the human voice, artistic fecundity, improvisation, and ingenuity.\\\"<b>--<i>Boston Globe</i></b><br/><b> </b><br/>\\\"With the transportive power of music, found families and trade-based economy, <i>Ply</i> resonates with the founding ideas of Burning Man. 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This band of investigators diligently works to unravel what is perhaps the most unusual case yet in Ms. Penny’s series.\\\"--<i>Wall Street Journal</i><br/><br/><i>\\\"</i>Louise Penny is settling in very nicely alongside Christie as a household name.”--People<br/><br/>\\\"It’s important to note that <i>Miss Wolcott’s Ghost </i>(book number twenty-one) is easily one of the best novels in the series—and more than a few readers will surely rank it right at the top of a list that includes a stunning number of award-winning releases… Expect to see <i>Miss Wolcott’s Ghost </i>on many “Best Of” and award short lists at the culmination of the year—it’s just that good!”--BOLO Books<br/><br/>“With <i>Miss Wolcott’s Ghost</i> Louise Penny has returned to the form that has made me a giant supporter of her work.  I’ll never forget the spell put on me by her first novel, Still Life, and that reading rapture was gifted to me again with this book.  When I hit the three-quarter mark, I was glued to the pages and didn’t leave my chair… [a] deeply complex and moving novel… one of my favorites to date.”--Aunt Agatha's</p>\"},{\"id\":\"133672186T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>ONE OF AARP'S MOST ANTICIPATED BOOKS OF FALL<br/> ONE OF CRIMEREADS' MOST ANTICIPATED BOOKS OF FALL <p/>\\\"An intriguing puzzle offered in elegant golden-age detective-fiction prose... readers should savor every bite and every word.\\\"--Booklist, starred review <p/>\\\"A superpowered mystery shrouded in mysticism and history whose power endures past its closing revelations.\\\"--Kirkus Reviews <p/>\\\"Exceptional...While readers will be entranced by the wide circle of suspects, Penny gives this entry its power through her empathic exploration of her characters' humanity, with many key plot points hinging on thorny questions of individual morality. 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[a] deeply complex and moving novel... one of my favorites to date.\\\"--Aunt Agatha's</p>\"},{\"id\":\"125188418T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>  In the forests outside Three Pines, an unidentified dead body leads to a centuries-old puzzle that Armand Gamache races to solve. The inspector must form a risky alliance to save his community from impending catastrophe in <em>Miss Wolcott's Ghost</em>, the 21st installment in Louise Penny’s beloved series. </p>  \"},{\"id\":\"133635619T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>Louise Penny is the multi-award winning author of the Chief Inspector Gamache novels, set in her home province of Québec, Canada. Her books, including <i>State of Terror </i>written with Hillary Rodham Clinton, have sold more than 18 million copies worldwide, topped international bestseller lists, including the <i>New York Times</i>, and been translated into 32 languages. The recipient of both the Order of Canada and l’Ordre national du Québec, her country’s highest civilian honours, her Three Pines Foundation reaches out to those in crisis and offers financial and emotional support, with a special focus on literacy as well as dementia care. Her husband, Michael, died of dementia in 2016. 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Jack Sawyer, a beloved and enduring King protagonist, returns in the final book in the Talisman Trilogy, the #1 New York Times bestselling collaboration between “master craftsmen” (The Washington Post) Stephen King and Peter Straub. “I wanted to go back to Mid-World, which was always the Territories by another name.” —Stephen KingThis is Stephen King and Peter Straub’s epic and unforgettable finale to the Talisman Trilogy (including the novels Talisman and Black House) and a wrapping up of the fate of the worlds in King’s iconic, fiercely beloved Dark Tower epic. It is also a magnificent stand-alone novel, that will appeal to new readers, as well as to King’s Constant Readers. Other Worlds Than These is the story of Jack Sawyer, whom readers first met when he was twelve, crossing America and “the territories” to save his mother’s life, and met again in Black House, where Jack faces a child killer and the Crimson King (among other evils). In Other Worlds Than These, Jack must stop a rampaging gang of infected teenagers from America-side, and the forces of the mysterious Gullet at the edge of Mid-World, before it destroys our world and all worlds. Jack is older now; his Ka-tet (echoing the world of Roland) is fraying; and his task, nearly impossible. Magnificent, riveting, full of heart and humor, Other Worlds Than These is a spectacular, propulsive adventure that features thirty-six exclusive black-and-white illustrations by artist Gabriel Rodriguez. The title instantly announces to readers who already know these other worlds that King has returned to them. 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Jack Sawyer, a beloved and enduring King protagonist, returns in the final book in the Talisman Trilogy, the #1 <i>New York Times </i>bestselling collaboration between “master craftsmen” (<i>The Washington Post</i>) Stephen King and Peter Straub.</b><br> <br><b>“I wanted to go back to Mid-World, which was always the Territories by another name.” —Stephen King</b><br><br>This is Stephen King and Peter Straub’s epic and unforgettable finale to the Talisman Trilogy (including the novels <i>Talisman </i>and <i>Black House</i>) and a wrapping up of the fate of the worlds in King’s iconic, fiercely beloved Dark Tower epic. It is also a magnificent stand-alone novel, that will appeal to new readers, as well as to King’s Constant Readers.<br> <br><i>Other Worlds Than These</i> is the story of Jack Sawyer, whom readers first met when he was twelve, crossing America and “the territories” to save his mother’s life, and met again in <i>Black House</i>, where Jack faces a child killer and the Crimson King (among other evils). In <i>Other Worlds Than These</i>, Jack must stop a rampaging gang of infected teenagers from America-side, and the forces of the mysterious Gullet at the edge of Mid-World, before it destroys our world and all worlds. Jack is older now; his Ka-tet (echoing the world of Roland) is fraying; and his task, nearly impossible.<br> <br>Magnificent, riveting, full of heart and humor, <i>Other Worlds Than These</i> is a spectacular, propulsive adventure that features thirty-six exclusive black-and-white illustrations by artist Gabriel Rodriguez. 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A journey to rival the greatest adventure stories ever told.\\\"<b>--<i>New York Daily News</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"It's so thrilling to see that the guy still has his fastball....is still pushing himself, still pulling from his own life to give us a story that is simultaneously an escape from real life and an insightful reminder of what matters.... a roller-coaster ride.\\\"<br/> <i>--Esquire</i> <p/> \\\"An astonishingly good novel...Fans of the earlier Talisman novels will absolutely love this one, and because King is a wizard at providing backstory, new readers can thoroughly enjoy it.\\\"<br/> <i>--Booklist (starred review)</i> <p/> \\\"Stephen King, like the universe he's constructed, contains multitudes...His innate gift for the machinery and momentum of storytelling hasn't faded....The resolution of his decades-long journey moved me almost to tears, which took me by surprise... Right here and now, I'm just glad I got to travel with Jack one more time.\\\"<br/> <i>--The New York Times Book Review</i> <p/> \\\"One of the most exciting titles hitting shelves this year... an absolute feast for anyone who looks forward to revisiting King's worlds.\\\"<br/> <i>--Movieweb</i> <p/> \\\"There are moments of shivering joy in OTHER WORLDS THAN THESE... there are moments of true horror too, and good ones, as the teenage infection spreads across the Territories... Thank you for the endless hours of reading pleasure, Mr. King.\\\"<br/> <i>--The Guardian</i> <p/> \\\"Blistering...you can't guess the ending.\\\"<br/> <i>--New York Magazine </i>\"},{\"id\":\"132612534T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>    Dark worlds are colliding. Jack Sawyer faces an impossible task as mysterious forces aim to destroy the universe in <em>Other Worlds Than These</em>. This long-awaited installment blends the worlds of The Talisman series with The Dark Tower series for an unforgettable finale. </p>  \"},{\"id\":\"123619629T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>Stephen King is the author of more than sixty books, all of them worldwide bestsellers. His recent work includes <i>Never Flinch</i>, the short story collection <i>You Like It Darker </i>(a <i>New York Times Book Review </i>top ten horror book of 2024), <i>Holly</i> (a <i>New York Times</i> Notable Book of 2023), <i>Fairy Tale</i>, <i>Billy Summers</i>, <i>If It Bleeds</i>, <i>The Institute</i>, <i>Elevation</i>, <i>The Outsider</i>, <i>Sleeping Beauties</i> (cowritten with his son Owen King), and the Bill Hodges trilogy: <i>End of Watch</i>, <i>Finders Keepers</i>, and <i>Mr. Mercedes</i> (an Edgar Award winner for Best Novel and a television series streaming on Peacock). His novel <i>11/22/63</i> was named a top ten book of 2011 by <i>The New York Times Book Review</i> and won the <i>Los Angeles Times</i> Book Prize for Mystery/Thriller. His epic works <i>The Dark Tower</i>, <i>It</i>, <i>Pet Sematary</i>, <i>Doctor Sleep</i>, and <i>Firestarter</i> are the basis for major motion pictures, with <i>It </i>now the highest-grossing horror film of all time. He is the recipient of the 2020 Audio Publishers Association Lifetime Achievement Award, the 2018 PEN America Literary Service Award, the 2014 National Medal of Arts, and the 2003 National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. He lives in Bangor, Maine, with his wife, novelist Tabitha King. <br><br>Peter Straub (1943–2022) was the #1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of more than a dozen novels, including <i>A Dark Matter</i>, <i>The Talisman</i>, and <i>Black</i> <i>House</i>, which he cowrote with Stephen King. He has won the Bram Stoker Award for his novels <i>Lost Boy Lost Girl</i> and <i>In the Night Room</i>, as well as for his collection <i>5 Stories</i>. Straub was the editor of the two-volume Library of American anthology <i>The American Fantastic Tale</i>.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"123618788T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>A Scribner/Simon & Schuster author<br><br>A Simon & Schuster author</p>\"},{\"id\":\"133801899T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<p>Stephen King is the author of more than sixty books, all of them worldwide bestsellers. His recent work includes <i>Never Flinch</i>, the short story collection <i>You Like It Darker </i>(a <i>New York Times Book Review </i>top ten horror book of 2024), <i>Holly</i> (a <i>New York Times</i> Notable Book of 2023), <i>Fairy Tale</i>, <i>Billy Summers</i>, <i>If It Bleeds</i>, <i>The Institute</i>, <i>Elevation</i>, <i>The Outsider</i>, <i>Sleeping Beauties</i> (cowritten with his son Owen King), and the Bill Hodges trilogy: <i>End of Watch</i>, <i>Finders Keepers</i>, and <i>Mr. Mercedes</i> (an Edgar Award winner for Best Novel and a television series streaming on Peacock). His novel <i>11/22/63</i> was named a top ten book of 2011 by <i>The New York Times Book Review</i> and won the <i>Los Angeles Times</i> Book Prize for Mystery/Thriller. His epic works <i>The Dark Tower</i>, <i>It</i>, <i>Pet Sematary</i>, <i>Doctor Sleep</i>, and <i>Firestarter</i> are the basis for major motion pictures, with <i>It </i>now the highest-grossing horror film of all time. 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Ari Waker and her roommate pass the gauntlet of bomb-sniffing dogs, the shanty towns, and the Red Cross tents as they walk across Silverlake to a party. The mood is ecstatic inside the apartment, people drink and dance, a woman wears a silver dress, pleated like tinfoil. And then: A shift. A bewildered twin, an uncanny doppelganger stumbles through the crowd and out into the night, and Kareem, the party's host, vanishes into thin air.As Ari Waker unravels the mystery of this inexplicable night, Emily St. John Mandel unfurls a story that takes us from a future America splintered by civil war to the seaside cliffs of Greece where weapons dealers hide in an elegant resort, and from the domed city of Paris to a colony on the moon. 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Five years after the massacre on the Blackfeet reservation, Nate finds himself in the hospital after a terrible accident that should've killed him and that nearly killed his best friend Sebby, who is hanging onto life in a room a few doors down.Nate's life is out of balance, so when he is given the chance to reset his life, and maybe save Sebby in the process, Nate steps up, again. This time it's into a camper van that is almost as run down as his broken body, filled with three older Blackfeet, to find the bones of the lone Blackfeet boy who died at the Carlisle Indian Industrial School, where many Indigenous children were abused, and repatriate this boy home. 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Once comfortably middle class in Korea, John and Helen Koh and their three children—Bo, DH, and Mido—find their lives upended, first by a shocking betrayal by John’s oldest friend, then by the 1997 Asian financial crisis.Desperately striving to regain their footing, they leave Seoul for Sydney and eventually settle in Southern California—where new vistas of opportunity open up for the children as their parents, strangers in a strange land, must adjust to a new life in which their experience and education mean little, and they set their sights on whatever it takes to provide for their children’s futures. The Kohs, their friends, relatives, and even their foes move in and out of each other’s lives as they navigate new courses across the years, always nursing the almost all-consuming faith that education will lead the next generation to success and security.In American Hagwon, Min Jin Lee has crafted an unforgettable, panoramic novel where the smallest of gestures can have enormous repercussions, where the bonds of family and of memory twist and fray but rarely break, and where willful self-sacrifice—for the benefit of loved ones and even strangers—is a kind of prayer.An immersive, engrossing novel ... this is panorama told in brilliant detail.”—Colm Tóibín, bestselling author ofLong IslandandBrooklyn","<b>INSTANT </b><i><b>NEW YORK TIMES </b></i><b>BESTSELLER</b><br><br><b>The National Book Award finalist and </b><i><b>New York Times</b></i><b> bestselling author of </b><i><b>Pachinko</b></i><b> returns with a breathtaking contemporary epic: a masterpiece by turns sweeping and intimate, that reckons with ambition and moderation, lust and loyalty, personal dreams and familial duty.</b><br><br><b>Min Jin Lee brings grand ambition, fierce heart, and the tenderest hope to a novel I didn't want to end.” —Roxane Gay, bestselling author of </b><i><b>Bad Feminist</b></i><b> and </b><i><b>Hunger</b></i><br><br>In schools and churches, hotel rooms and nail salons, law firms and fried-fish shops; in cramped, dingy apartments and luxury, gated communities, the men, women, and children in <i>American Hagwon</i> struggle to find satisfaction and meaning in a world that seems to grow less forgiving with each passing year. 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This one demands to be pressed into friends’ hands.”—<i><b>New York Times Book Review</b></i><br/><br/>“A simultaneously sweeping-but-intimate novel about the complexities of immigration, the fragile promise of America and the purpose of education, <i>American Hagwon</i> is also a classic page-turner populated by characters who are hard to leave behind at the end of 600-plus pages. It's an overwhelming reading experience, one that appeals to the head as well as the heart…Lee is so deft that she conjures epiphanies out of the simplest material. I wish I could read to you the very last sentence of American Hagwon to demonstrate her mastery, but, instead, I'll just say that the simple possessive pronoun \\\"his\\\" unexpectedly appears in that sentence and its effect is spiritually redemptive and emotionally shattering. 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Lee has named, among her great literary influences, Eliot’s Middlemarch and Balzac’s Cousin Bette; they’re evident here..”—<i><b>Alta Journal</b></i><br/><br/>“Min Jin Lee digs into work—the work of learning, the toil of earning, and the persistent effort of immigrants navigating unfamiliar landscapes and altered expectations. But <i>American Hagwon</i> is no chore. This richly told, wise book is also a blast to read…Page after page illuminates innovation, loyalty, and steadfastness, yet Min Jin Lee saves her strongest grilling for education itself: Is it a means to material wealth? A pressure cooker for children? A tool for self-knowledge? It’s an enormous, embracing book well worth the time.”—<i><b>Christian Science Monitor</b></i><br/><br/>“‘All happy families are alike,’ Leo Tolstoy observed. It is an ambitious task, to challenge Tolstoy and write about a happy family with shrewd perception and understanding. Lee succeeds; despite the perils of pursuing the American dream, the Kohs manage to hold on to their best selves.”—<i><b>Financial Times (UK)</b></i><br/><br/>“[A] gorgeous, magisterial saga.”—<i><b>People</b></i><br/><br/>“Lee’s most compelling achievement is the way she makes education stand in for this larger immigrant struggle. Every move, degree, exam, job, and school becomes an attempt to secure something more stable for the next generation…Set against the 1997 Asian Financial Crisis, with its mass layoffs, bankruptcies, and rising unemployment, the novel’s fixation on education and economic security feels especially urgent. Lee ultimately shows how economic instability can turn education from an intellectual pursuit into a survival strategy.”—<i><b>Chicago Review of Books</b></i><br/><br/>“After 600 pages, how could I want more? And yet I did, and that is the magic of Min Jin Lee.”—<i><b>Tahmima Anam, author of Uprising</b></i><br/><br/>“Readers of <i>American Hagwon</i> will feel as though they know the vibrant and irrepressible Kohs, whose interwoven journeys invite us to reconsider and reflect on the meaning of home, labor, achievement, and belonging across generations and continents. Their challenges are great and their successes hard-earned, yet it is their deep love and ultimate acceptance of one another that makes Lee's characters unforgettable. Their story beautifully captures what it means to find both meaning and refuge in community; to be humbled at times, but never defeated; to make choices that reflect who we truly are; to find good in the unexpected. It shows us that to believe in the next generation is to possess an unquenchable hope for the future. This book is a gift for students of all ages, for those who care for and hope alongside them, and for all of us who are blessed to read and learn from Min Jin Lee.”—<i><b>Nicole Chung, author of A Living Remedy and All You Can Ever Know</b></i><br/><br/>“Magnificent—a deep education from a master storyteller. Surfacing stirring questions about diaspora and striving and the burdens we place on the shoulders of parents and children alike, <i>American Hagwon</i> is among the very best novels of immigration. A work of grace and beauty that unspools one thread at a time, much like life itself.”—<i><b>Matthew Desmond, author of Poverty, by America and Evicted, winner of the Pulitzer Prize</b></i><br/><br/>“There are meticulous, beautifully crafted layers to Min Jin Lee's latest novel, <i>American Hagwon</i>. It is, on the surface, an engrossing story about a Korean family and their resilience as forces beyond the control alter the trajectory of their lives. But it is, at its core, a story about striving, the complexities of the hagwon system, and a cultural pressure to succeed at any cost. As Lee's story unfolds, and we get to know a sprawling cast of characters across three continents, the impressive scope and scale of this new epic reveals itself in astonishing ways. She brings grand ambition, fierce heart, and the tenderest hope to a novel I didn't want to end.”—<i><b>Roxane Gay, author of Bad Feminist</b></i><br/><br/>“Min Jin Lee’s intimate epic of family, sacrifice, and fortune creates a world that will become as real to you as your own. It’s about education and the rice-cooker pressure families face when opportunities run scarce. It’s about capitalism, globalization, and human disposability. It’s about family and the strange forms love takes when the abyss of insecurity nears. It’s about immigrant pain and the truth beneath facile narratives of uplift. In our age of affordability crises, immigration rages, downward mobility, and anxiety about our children’s inheritance, there couldn’t be a more relevant novel—nor one that so movingly captures what it feels like to be a person today and to struggle.”—<i><b>Anand Giridharadas, author of Man in the Mirror and Winners Take All</b></i><br/><br/>“Min Jin Lee has written another masterpiece. <i>American Hagwon</i> is, at once, an intimate story that spans three continents of the Koh family’s love, loss, and disappointments. It is also a story of how the ongoing demand for success can distort how we live and love. In this sense, the novel relentlessly criticizes a world defined by material gain, consumption, and status. The Koh family finds itself caught up in the whirlwind of it all. Despite the devastation wrought by the burden of achievement, faith and a gentle and unshakable love remain. Something we all need to remember and feel in these dark days.”—<i><b>Eddie S. Glaude Jr., author of America, U.S.A.</b></i><br/><br/>“Readers of Min Jin Lee’s <i>Pachinko</i> won’t be disappointed by the compulsively readable <i>American Hagwon</i>. <i>American Hagwon</i> follows the lives of the Koh family from Korea, Australia, and America, with the breadth and urgency of a saga and the intimacy of a short story. Lee explores essential questions such as the role of education, the nature of love, and the conditions of immigrant life, but to appreciate American Hagwon by its themes alone is to limit what it really is. It is, ultimately, a fully realized vision of compassion, passion, and wisdom.”—<i><b>Krys Lee, author of Drifting House and How I Became a North Korean</b></i><br/><br/><i>“American Hagwon</i> is a stunning novel, following three generations of families of the Korean diaspora across four continents. Lee's explorations of education, class and gender are finely wrought as each character must find his or her sense of purpose—and anchor that purpose in love as well as labor—notwithstanding the cruelties of economic crises and the disorientations of displacement. Bound together by faith, tradition, and origin, the moral universe of the novel’s characters is brilliant with Lee's ever present ethical clarity and deep sensitivity. Yearning and forbearance, grace and devastation, course through these pages, in a story that is both epic and intimate. Yet again, Lee has written a novel that both speaks to the world and illuminates Korean history and culture. Indeed, she makes clear that it is a history we all would do well to learn and heed.”—<i><b>Imani Perry, author of Black In Blues and South to America, winner of the National Book Award</b></i><br/><br/>“Enchanting and elegant, <i>American Hagwon</i> had me completely absorbed. A novel as subtle as it is sweeping, as dazzlingly intelligent as it is emotionally breathtaking. I adored it.”—<i><b>Elif Shafak, author of There Are Rivers in the Sky</b></i><br/><br/>“An absolutely propulsive read. If your faith in either humanity or storytelling has dimmed, <i>American Hagwon</i> will make it blaze again.”—<i><b>Kamila Shamsie, author of Best of Friends and Home Fire</b></i><br/><br/>“<i>American Hagwon</i> is astonishing in its ability to do so many things at once. It is an enthralling family saga rich with intrigue, secrets, and betrayal. It is a literary triumph written in the most exquisite prose. It is a profound and moving meditation on the question of what it means to live a meaningful life. This book, this story, and these characters will remain with me forever. <i>American Hagwon </i>confirms what has long been true: Min Jin Lee is one of the best writers of our time.”—<i><b>Clint Smith, author of Above Ground and How the Word Is Passed</b></i><br/><br/>“With her gift for wonderfully empathetic storytelling, this is a profoundly generous and humane novel about duty, family, and the dream of a better life. In this multi-layered portrait of immigrants and expatriates, Min Jin Lee conveys so much human warmth while capturing the stifling pressures of the Korean educational system. I was fully absorbed by the fates of the Koh family and, as the novel worked its cumulative magic, deeply moved by this masterful tale of sacrifice, familial devotion, and, ultimately, acceptance.”—<i><b>Douglas Stuart, author of John of John and Shuggie Bain, winner of the Booker Prize</b></i><br/><br/>“<i>American Hagwon</i> is an immersive, engrossing novel. As the Koh family, brilliantly imagined by Min Jin Lee, moves between South Korea, Australia and California, they each have a fierce and fascinating individuality. This is panorama told in brilliant detail.”—<i><b>Colm Toibin, author of The Master and Brooklyn</b></i><br/><br/>“<i>American Hagwon</i> is a compelling, moving epic of family life across continents and generations. It asks how we learn—and how we learn who we are or who we can be—by drawing us close to heart-warming, heart-breaking characters who will stay with us long after the last page is turned.”—<i><b>Erica Wagner, author of Gravity and Wash</b></i><br/><br/>“A novel of extraordinary ambition. Min Jin Lee has constructed a world so rich and intricate that you forget you're reading—you're simply living alongside the Kohs as they navigate betrayal, displacement, and the shifting promises of a better future. A stunning achievement.”—<i><b>Tara Westover, author of Educated</b></i><br/><br/>“I love <i>American Hagwon</i> so much. Min Jin Lee is phenomenally the real thing. I was completely not ready for the brilliance of this book and the way she captured the essence of so many of our lived experiences through the members of the Koh family. I read huge swaths of this book with my heart in my throat and found myself cheering. This book is brilliant.”—<i><b>Jacqueline Woodson, author of Red at the Bone and Brown Girl Dreaming, winner of the National Book Award</b></i><br/><br/>“What can I say? <i>American Hagwon</i> is all of the things. A masterful social novel sweeping in scope and at the same time nuanced and devastating in its precision. An incisive examination of what we value as individuals, as parents, as a society. A book that crosses oceans and cultures and generations to tell an intricate and compulsively entertaining tale of class, ambition, friendship, family, love, sex and, of course, education. Min Jin Lee is a writer in full command of her craft and what she has crafted is a timeless and universal story of people dreaming and striving for a better life, a story of greed and betrayal, grief and heartbreak but also sacrifice and kindness and grace. These characters live and breathe and will stay with me. A vital and important work.”—<i><b>Charles Yu, author of Interior Chinatown, winner of the National Book Award</b></i><br/><br/>“In this immersive masterpiece, Lee takes on Korea’s all-consuming obsession with education…Beyond irresistible storytelling, Lee expertly confronts broken systems, familial expectations, and peripatetic identities with empathy and brilliance.”—<i><b>Booklist (starred)</b></i><br/><br/>“If most novels are concertos, Min Jin Lee writes symphonies…The fate of the Koh family is a masterfully composed reflection on the Gordian knot of class, culture and education in South Korea and America.”—<i><b>Bookpage (starred)</b></i><br/><br/>“Through masterfully controlled storytelling, Lee patiently explores how her large group of characters’ fortunes are shaped by forces from without and within: the powerful lure of sex, the sucking vacuum of greed, the insidiousness of racism, the obligations between parents and children. What makes a good life? The author’s wisdom is a gift to her readers.”—<i><b>Kirkus Reviews (starred)</b></i><br/><br/>“Min Jin Lee delivers a masterpiece of contemporary intergenerational storytelling…From Seoul to Sydney to Southern California, the storyline explores the intimate, familial, and cultural changes that affect a family and its communities…Intensely compelling with lovingly crafted character arcs, Lee’s latest cements her place in the literary pantheon.”—<i><b>Library Journal (starred)</b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"130259445T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"'All happy families are alike, ' Leo Tolstoy observed. It is an ambitious task, to challenge Tolstoy and write about a happy family with shrewd perception and understanding. Lee succeeds; despite the perils of pursuing the American dream, the Kohs manage to hold on to their best selves.\\\"--<i><b>Financial Times (UK)</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"[A] gorgeous, magisterial saga.\\\"--<i><b>People</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"If most novels are concertos, Min Jin Lee writes symphonies...The fate of the Koh family is a masterfully composed reflection on the Gordian knot of class, culture and education in South Korea and America.\\\"--<i><b>Bookpage (starred)</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Lee's most compelling achievement is the way she makes education stand in for this larger immigrant struggle. Every move, degree, exam, job, and school becomes an attempt to secure something more stable for the next generation...Set against the 1997 Asian Financial Crisis, with its mass layoffs, bankruptcies, and rising unemployment, the novel's fixation on education and economic security feels especially urgent. Lee ultimately shows how economic instability can turn education from an intellectual pursuit into a survival strategy.\\\"--<i><b>Chicago Review of Books</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Min Jin Lee digs into work--the work of learning, the toil of earning, and the persistent effort of immigrants navigating unfamiliar landscapes and altered expectations. But <i>American Hagwon</i> is no chore. This richly told, wise book is also a blast to read...Page after page illuminates innovation, loyalty, and steadfastness, yet Min Jin Lee saves her strongest grilling for education itself: Is it a means to material wealth? A pressure cooker for children? A tool for self-knowledge? It's an enormous, embracing book well worth the time.\\\"--<i><b>Christian Science Monitor</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Soon a reader is gripped--swallowed, really--by an elaborate generational saga. Amazingly, given the complexity of the relationships, no character chart is needed. So vivid and precise are Lee's descriptions that all players register as fully fleshed. Lee has named, among her great literary influences, Eliot's Middlemarch and Balzac's Cousin Bette; they're evident here..\\\"--<i><b>Alta Journal</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"A simultaneously sweeping-but-intimate novel about the complexities of immigration, the fragile promise of America and the purpose of education, <i>American Hagwon</i> is also a classic page-turner populated by characters who are hard to leave behind at the end of 600-plus pages. It's an overwhelming reading experience, one that appeals to the head as well as the heart...Lee is so deft that she conjures epiphanies out of the simplest material. I wish I could read to you the very last sentence of American Hagwon to demonstrate her mastery, but, instead, I'll just say that the simple possessive pronoun \\\"his\\\" unexpectedly appears in that sentence and its effect is spiritually redemptive and emotionally shattering. What a novel.\\\"--<i><b>Maureen Corrigan, Fresh Air, NPR</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Some books are very worthy but held at arm's length. This one demands to be pressed into friends' hands.\\\"--<i><b>New York Times Book Review</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"The publication <i>of American Hagwon</i>...doesn't disappoint. It is imbued with the elegance, empathy and erudition that have become Lee's hallmarks...I will be thinking about this deeply affecting novel for a long time to come.\\\"--<i><b>Observer (UK)</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Well worth the wait...With an exacting pen, Lee creates an automaton of intricate detail, where each character plays a vital role in staking out a path in a world marred by globalization, socioeconomic upheaval, and competition.\\\"--<i><b>Boston Globe</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"<i>American Hagwon</i> is astonishing in its ability to do so many things at once. It is an enthralling family saga rich with intrigue, secrets, and betrayal. It is a literary triumph written in the most exquisite prose. It is a profound and moving meditation on the question of what it means to live a meaningful life. This book, this story, and these characters will remain with me forever. <i>American Hagwon </i>confirms what has long been true: Min Jin Lee is one of the best writers of our time.\\\"--<i><b>Clint Smith, author of Above Ground and How the Word Is Passed</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"After 600 pages, how could I want more? And yet I did, and that is the magic of Min Jin Lee.\\\"--<i><b>Tahmima Anam, author of Uprising</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"An absolutely propulsive read. If your faith in either humanity or storytelling has dimmed, <i>American Hagwon</i> will make it blaze again.\\\"--<i><b>Kamila Shamsie, author of Best of Friends and Home Fire</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Enchanting and elegant, <i>American Hagwon</i> had me completely absorbed. A novel as subtle as it is sweeping, as dazzlingly intelligent as it is emotionally breathtaking. I adored it.\\\"--<i><b>Elif Shafak, author of There Are Rivers in the Sky</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"In this immersive masterpiece, Lee takes on Korea's all-consuming obsession with education...Beyond irresistible storytelling, Lee expertly confronts broken systems, familial expectations, and peripatetic identities with empathy and brilliance.\\\"--<i><b>Booklist (starred)</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Min Jin Lee delivers a masterpiece of contemporary intergenerational storytelling...From Seoul to Sydney to Southern California, the storyline explores the intimate, familial, and cultural changes that affect a family and its communities...Intensely compelling with lovingly crafted character arcs, Lee's latest cements her place in the literary pantheon.\\\"--<i><b>Library Journal (starred)</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Min Jin Lee's intimate epic of family, sacrifice, and fortune creates a world that will become as real to you as your own. It's about education and the rice-cooker pressure families face when opportunities run scarce. It's about capitalism, globalization, and human disposability. It's about family and the strange forms love takes when the abyss of insecurity nears. It's about immigrant pain and the truth beneath facile narratives of uplift. In our age of affordability crises, immigration rages, downward mobility, and anxiety about our children's inheritance, there couldn't be a more relevant novel--nor one that so movingly captures what it feels like to be a person today and to struggle.\\\"--<i><b>Anand Giridharadas, author of Man in the Mirror and Winners Take All</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Readers of <i>American Hagwon</i> will feel as though they know the vibrant and irrepressible Kohs, whose interwoven journeys invite us to reconsider and reflect on the meaning of home, labor, achievement, and belonging across generations and continents. Their challenges are great and their successes hard-earned, yet it is their deep love and ultimate acceptance of one another that makes Lee's characters unforgettable. Their story beautifully captures what it means to find both meaning and refuge in community; to be humbled at times, but never defeated; to make choices that reflect who we truly are; to find good in the unexpected. It shows us that to believe in the next generation is to possess an unquenchable hope for the future. This book is a gift for students of all ages, for those who care for and hope alongside them, and for all of us who are blessed to read and learn from Min Jin Lee.\\\"--<i><b>Nicole Chung, author of A Living Remedy and All You Can Ever Know</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Readers of Min Jin Lee's <i>Pachinko</i> won't be disappointed by the compulsively readable <i>American Hagwon</i>. <i>American Hagwon</i> follows the lives of the Koh family from Korea, Australia, and America, with the breadth and urgency of a saga and the intimacy of a short story. Lee explores essential questions such as the role of education, the nature of love, and the conditions of immigrant life, but to appreciate American Hagwon by its themes alone is to limit what it really is. It is, ultimately, a fully realized vision of compassion, passion, and wisdom.\\\"--<i><b>Krys Lee, author of Drifting House and How I Became a North Korean</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Through masterfully controlled storytelling, Lee patiently explores how her large group of characters' fortunes are shaped by forces from without and within: the powerful lure of sex, the sucking vacuum of greed, the insidiousness of racism, the obligations between parents and children. What makes a good life? The author's wisdom is a gift to her readers.\\\"--<i><b>Kirkus Reviews (starred)</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"<i>American Hagwon</i> is a compelling, moving epic of family life across continents and generations. It asks how we learn--and how we learn who we are or who we can be--by drawing us close to heart-warming, heart-breaking characters who will stay with us long after the last page is turned.\\\"--<i><b>Erica Wagner, author of Gravity and Wash</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"With her gift for wonderfully empathetic storytelling, this is a profoundly generous and humane novel about duty, family, and the dream of a better life. In this multi-layered portrait of immigrants and expatriates, Min Jin Lee conveys so much human warmth while capturing the stifling pressures of the Korean educational system. I was fully absorbed by the fates of the Koh family and, as the novel worked its cumulative magic, deeply moved by this masterful tale of sacrifice, familial devotion, and, ultimately, acceptance.\\\"--<i><b>Douglas Stuart, author of John of John and Shuggie Bain, winner of the Booker Prize</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"<i>American Hagwon</i> is an immersive, engrossing novel. As the Koh family, brilliantly imagined by Min Jin Lee, moves between South Korea, Australia and California, they each have a fierce and fascinating individuality. This is panorama told in brilliant detail.\\\"--<i><b>Colm Toibin, author of The Master and Brooklyn</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"I love <i>American Hagwon</i> so much. Min Jin Lee is phenomenally the real thing. I was completely not ready for the brilliance of this book and the way she captured the essence of so many of our lived experiences through the members of the Koh family. I read huge swaths of this book with my heart in my throat and found myself cheering. This book is brilliant.\\\"--<i><b>Jacqueline Woodson, author of Red at the Bone and Brown Girl Dreaming, winner of the National Book Award</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"What can I say? <i>American Hagwon</i> is all of the things. A masterful social novel sweeping in scope and at the same time nuanced and devastating in its precision. An incisive examination of what we value as individuals, as parents, as a society. A book that crosses oceans and cultures and generations to tell an intricate and compulsively entertaining tale of class, ambition, friendship, family, love, sex and, of course, education. Min Jin Lee is a writer in full command of her craft and what she has crafted is a timeless and universal story of people dreaming and striving for a better life, a story of greed and betrayal, grief and heartbreak but also sacrifice and kindness and grace. These characters live and breathe and will stay with me. A vital and important work.\\\"--<i><b>Charles Yu, author of Interior Chinatown, winner of the National Book Award</b></i><br/><br/><i>\\\"American Hagwon</i> is a stunning novel, following three generations of families of the Korean diaspora across four continents. Lee's explorations of education, class and gender are finely wrought as each character must find his or her sense of purpose--and anchor that purpose in love as well as labor--notwithstanding the cruelties of economic crises and the disorientations of displacement. Bound together by faith, tradition, and origin, the moral universe of the novel's characters is brilliant with Lee's ever present ethical clarity and deep sensitivity. Yearning and forbearance, grace and devastation, course through these pages, in a story that is both epic and intimate. Yet again, Lee has written a novel that both speaks to the world and illuminates Korean history and culture. Indeed, she makes clear that it is a history we all would do well to learn and heed.\\\"--<i><b>Imani Perry, author of Black In Blues and South to America, winner of the National Book Award</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Min Jin Lee has written another masterpiece. <i>American Hagwon</i> is, at once, an intimate story that spans three continents of the Koh family's love, loss, and disappointments. It is also a story of how the ongoing demand for success can distort how we live and love. In this sense, the novel relentlessly criticizes a world defined by material gain, consumption, and status. The Koh family finds itself caught up in the whirlwind of it all. Despite the devastation wrought by the burden of achievement, faith and a gentle and unshakable love remain. Something we all need to remember and feel in these dark days.\\\"--<i><b>Eddie S. Glaude Jr., author of America, U.S.A.</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"A novel of extraordinary ambition. Min Jin Lee has constructed a world so rich and intricate that you forget you're reading--you're simply living alongside the Kohs as they navigate betrayal, displacement, and the shifting promises of a better future. A stunning achievement.\\\"--<i><b>Tara Westover, author of Educated</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Magnificent--a deep education from a master storyteller. Surfacing stirring questions about diaspora and striving and the burdens we place on the shoulders of parents and children alike, <i>American Hagwon</i> is among the very best novels of immigration. A work of grace and beauty that unspools one thread at a time, much like life itself.\\\"--<i><b>Matthew Desmond, author of Poverty, by America and Evicted, winner of the Pulitzer Prize</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"There are meticulous, beautifully crafted layers to Min Jin Lee's latest novel, <i>American Hagwon</i>. It is, on the surface, an engrossing story about a Korean family and their resilience as forces beyond the control alter the trajectory of their lives. But it is, at its core, a story about striving, the complexities of the hagwon system, and a cultural pressure to succeed at any cost. As Lee's story unfolds, and we get to know a sprawling cast of characters across three continents, the impressive scope and scale of this new epic reveals itself in astonishing ways. She brings grand ambition, fierce heart, and the tenderest hope to a novel I didn't want to end.\\\"--<i><b>Roxane Gay, author of Bad Feminist</b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"132808740T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>The acclaimed, bestselling author of <em>Pachinko</em> returns with a modern classic about ambition and love, family and finding home. 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In lovely, lilting prose, Clarke renders a fascinating cast of humans and fairies alike. Sawdon's striking illustrations add to the charm, evoking a medieval illuminated manuscript. The author's fans will eat this up.” —<i>Publishers Weekly</i><br/><br/>“A charming . . . story with special resonance for Clarke's devoted fans.” —<i>Kirkus Reviews</i><br/><br/>“Clarke's imagination is prodigious, her pacing is masterly and she knows how to employ dry humor in the service of majesty.” —<i>The New York Times on THE WOOD AT MIDWINTER</i><br/><br/>“[<i>Piranesi</i>] flooded me, as the tides flood the halls, with a scouring grief, leaving gleaming gifts in its wake . . . rich, wondrous, full of aching joy and sweet sorrow.” —<i>The New York Times Book Review on PIRANESI</i><br/><br/>“<i>Piranesi</i> astonished me. It is a miraculous and luminous feat of storytelling, at once a gripping mystery, an adventure through a brilliant new fantasy world, and a deep meditation on the human condition: feeling lost, and being found. I already want to be back in its haunting and beautiful halls!” —<i>Madeline Miller, #1 New York Times bestselling author of THE SONG OF ACHILLES and CIRCE</i><br/><br/>“A fiercely funny, beautiful writer, Clarke attacks her subject with the wit and craft of a Dickens or Austen, effortlessly mixing historical figures and events in with her magical ones. And that magic: nobody writes about magic the way Clarke does . . . She writes about magic as if she's actually worked it.” —<i>Lev Grossman, TIME Magazine on JONATHAN STRANGE AND MR NORRELL</i></p>\"},{\"id\":\"131824467T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"This winding medieval fairy tale showcases the author's trademark flare for the whimsical and uncanny . . . In lovely, lilting prose, Clarke renders a fascinating cast of humans and fairies alike. Sawdon's striking illustrations add to the charm, evoking a medieval illuminated manuscript. The author's fans will eat this up.\\\" --<i>Publishers Weekly</i> <p/>\\\"A charming . . . story with special resonance for Clarke's devoted fans.\\\" --<i>Kirkus Reviews</i> <p/>\\\"Clarke's imagination is prodigious, her pacing is masterly and she knows how to employ dry humor in the service of majesty.\\\" --<i>The New York Times on THE WOOD AT MIDWINTER</i> <p/>\\\"[<i>Piranesi</i>] flooded me, as the tides flood the halls, with a scouring grief, leaving gleaming gifts in its wake . . . rich, wondrous, full of aching joy and sweet sorrow.\\\" --<i>The New York Times Book Review on PIRANESI</i> <p/>\\\"<i>Piranesi</i> astonished me. It is a miraculous and luminous feat of storytelling, at once a gripping mystery, an adventure through a brilliant new fantasy world, and a deep meditation on the human condition: feeling lost, and being found. I already want to be back in its haunting and beautiful halls!\\\" --<i>Madeline Miller, #1 New York Times bestselling author of THE SONG OF ACHILLES and CIRCE</i> <p/>\\\"A fiercely funny, beautiful writer, Clarke attacks her subject with the wit and craft of a Dickens or Austen, effortlessly mixing historical figures and events in with her magical ones. And that magic: nobody writes about magic the way Clarke does . . . 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Go sad. Go dark. A washed-up author will stop at nothing to claw her way back to relevancy—even if it means appropriating a young gay man’s tragic story.Mallory Maddox is buried under seven years of writer’s block. With her status as a literary sensation fizzling, she’ll do anything she can to resurrect her career. Inspiration needs to strike—and fast.Enter Leo. He’s a struggling addict sleeping under bridges and trading sex for survival. He’s vulnerable. He’s enigmatic. He’s exactly what Mallory has been looking for. Mallory needs Leo if she wants another bestseller. The world needs Leo’s story right now, and Mallory believes she deserves to tell it. Really, it’s her story—she’s the one who wrote it, after all. But as secrets threaten to unravel more than just her career, Mallory must decide how far she will go to pen the perfect story. A razor-sharp satirical thriller, Fruit Fly will appeal to fans of R. F. 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By turns suspenseful, provocative, and touching, this bold thriller burrows under the skin.\\\"<br/>--<i>Publishers Weekly, </i>starred review <p/>\\\"Silver takes a question that's become an unavoidable pitstop in a creative industry obsessed with monetizing authenticity--who gets to tell what stories--and turns it into a meditation on the stories we tell ourselves about ourselves and each other.\\\"<br/>--<i>CULTURED</i> <p/>\\\"Utterly thrilling.\\\"<br/>--<i>The Spinoff</i> <p/>\\\"Excellent writing and explosive characters make for a uniquely powerful read.\\\"<br/>--<i>First Clue Review <p/></i>\\\"I haven't been able to stop thinking about Mallory or Leo since I finished the final page . . . Silver offers satire that never loses sight of empathy.\\\"<br/>--<i>Write Through the Night</i> <p/>\\\"<i>Fruit Fly</i> is savage and darkly hilarious. A pointed satire of publishing with flawed, fascinating characters.\\\"<br/>--Juno Dawson, bestselling author of <i>Her Majesty's Royal Coven</i> <p/>\\\"This is an incredible book . . . tough and raw and merciless but funny and kind at the same time.\\\"<br/>--Russell T. Davies, writer of <i>It's a Sin</i> and <i>Doctor Who</i> <p/>\\\"Absolutely unforgettable. A raw, visceral triumph that echoes modern classics like <i>Trainspotting</i>, <i>Young Mungo</i>, and <i>A Little Life</i>, yet stands entirely on its own. Strikingly original and deeply human--this book will live rent-free in your mind long after the final page. I loved it.\\\"<br/>--John Marrs, author of <i>You Killed Me First<br/></i><br/>\\\"Dark, haunting, gripping, psychologically messy, heartbreaking but also darkly funny. An absolute masterpiece.\\\"<br/>--Kate Weston, author of <i>You May Now Kill the Bride<br/></i><br/>\\\"Josh has a fantastic, distinctive voice. The writing is as fearless as the characters are fearful. Bold, raw, uncomfortable, and very, very funny.\\\"<br/>--Jonathan Harvey, BAFTA and Olivier Award-nominated actor, screenwriter, and author <p/>\\\"<i>Fruit Fly</i> is sharp, propulsive, and deeply humane, a story about people in freefall written with such clarity, dark humour, and compassion that you can't stop turning the pages. It's a novel that subverts our usual narratives about trauma and illness, healing and redemption, a riotous, tender tale of people writing their own rulebooks. 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As he grows older, Geryon escapes his abusive brother and affectionate but ineffectual mother, finding solace behind the lens of his camera and in the arms of a young man named Herakles, a cavalier drifter who leaves him at the peak of infatuation. When Herakles reappears years later, Geryon confronts again the pain of his desire and embarks on a journey that will unleash his creative imagination to its fullest extent.By turns whimsical and haunting, erudite and accessible, richly layered and deceptively simple, Autobiography of Red is a tremendously moving portrait of an artist coming to terms with the fantastic accident of who he is.","<b>FROM ANNE CARSON, WINNER OF THE 2026 NOBEL PRIZE IN LITERATURE</b><br><br><b>“A profound love story” (<i>The New York Times Book Review</i>) that is both a novel and a poem, an unconventional re-creation of an ancient Greek myth and a wholly original coming-of-age story set in the present<br></b><br><b><i>NEW YORK TIMES </i>NOTABLE BOOK • NATIONAL BOOK CRITICS CIRCLE AWARD FINALIST</b><br><br>Geryon, a young boy who is also a winged red monster, reveals the volcanic terrain of his fragile, tormented soul in an autobiography he begins at the age of five. As he grows older, Geryon escapes his abusive brother and affectionate but ineffectual mother, finding solace behind the lens of his camera and in the arms of a young man named Herakles, a cavalier drifter who leaves him at the peak of infatuation. 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No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. <br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. <br></font><hr noshade size='1'></blockquote>\"},{\"id\":\"116995578T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"RED MEAT:<br/><br/>WHAT DIFFERENCE DID STESICHOROS MAKE?<br/><br/>I like the feeling of words doing<br/>as they want to do and as they have to do.<br/>GERTRUDE STEIN<br/><br/><br/>He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet. Born about 650 B.C. on the north coast of Sicily in a city called Himera, he lived among refugees who spoke a mixed dialect of Chalcidian and Doric. A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen. Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do. Stesichoros' words were collected in twenty-six books of which there remain to us a dozen or so titles and several collections of fragments. Not much is known about his working life (except the famous story that he was struck blind by Helen; see Appendixes A, B, C). He seems to have had a great popular success. How did the critics regard him? Many ancient praises adhere to his name. \\\"Most Homeric of the lyric poets,\\\" says Longinus. \\\"Makes those old stories new,\\\" says Suidas. \\\"Driven by a craving for change,\\\" says Dionysios of Halikarnassos. \\\"What a sweet genius in the use of adjectives!\\\" adds Hermogenes. Here we touch the core of the question \\\"What difference did Stesichoros make?\\\" A comparison may be useful. When Gertrude Stein had to sum up Picasso she said, \\\"This one was working.\\\" So say of Stesichoros, \\\"This one was making adjectives.\\\"<br/><br/>What is an adjective? Nouns name the world. Verbs activate the names. Adjectives come from somewhere else. The word adjective (epitheton in Greek) is itself an adjective meaning \\\"placed on top,\\\" \\\"added,\\\" \\\"appended,\\\" \\\"imported,\\\" \\\"foreign.\\\" Adjectives seem fairly innocent additions but look again. These small imported mechanisms are in charge of attaching everything in the world to its place in particularity. They are the latches of being.<br/><br/>Of course there are several different ways to be. In the world of the Homeric epic, for example, being is stable and particularity is set fast in tradition. When Homer mentions blood, blood is black. When women appear, women are neat-ankled or glancing. Poseidon always has the blue eyebrows of Poseidon. Gods' laughter is unquenchable. Human knees are quick. The sea is unwearying. Death is bad. Cowards' livers are white. Homer's epithets are a fixed diction with which Homer fastens every substance in the world to its aptest attribute and holds them in place for epic consumption. There is a passion in it but what kind of passion? \\\"Consumption is not a passion for substances but a passion for the code,\\\" says Baudrillard. So into the still surface of this code Stesichoros was born. And Stesichoros was studying the surface restlessly. It leaned away from him. He went closer. It stopped. \\\"Passion for substances\\\" seems a good description of that moment. For no reason that anyone can name, Stesichoros began to undo the latches.<br/><br/>Stesichoros released being. All the substances in the world went floating up. Suddenly there was nothing to interfere with horses being hollow hooved. Or a river being root silver. Or a child bruiseless. Or hell as deep as the sun is high. Or Herakles ordeal strong. Or a planet middle night stuck. Or an insomniac outside the joy. Or killings cream black. Some substances proved more complex. To Helen of Troy, for example, was attached an adjectival tradition of whoredom already old by the time Homer used it. When Stesichoros unlatched her epithet from Helen there flowed out such a light as may have blinded him for a moment. This is a big question, the question of the blinding of Stesichoros by Helen (see Appendixes A, B), although generally regarded as unanswerable (but see Appendix C).<br/><br/>A more tractable example is Geryon. Geryon is the name of a character in ancient Greek myth about whom Stesichoros wrote a very long lyric poem in dactylo-epitrite meter and triadic structure. Some eighty-four papyrus fragments and a half-dozen citations survive, which go by the name Geryoneis (\\\"The Geryon Matter\\\") in standard editions. They tell of a strange winged red monster who lived on an island called Erytheia (which is an adjective meaning simply \\\"The Red Place\\\") quietly tending a herd of magical red cattle, until one day the hero Herakles came across the sea and killed him to get the cattle. There were many different ways to tell a story like this. Herakles was an important Greek hero and the elimination of Geryon constituted one of His celebrated Labors. If Stesichoros had been a more conventional poet he might have taken the point of view of Herakles and framed a thrilling account of the victory of culture over monstrosity. But instead the extant fragments of Stesichoros' poem offer a tantalizing cross section of scenes, both proud and pitiful, from Geryon's own experience. We see his red boy's life and his little dog. A scene of wild appeal from his mother, which breaks off. Interspersed shots of Herakles approaching over the sea. A flash of the gods in heaven pointing to Geryon's doom. The battle itself. The moment when everything goes suddenly slow and Herakles' arrow divides Geryon's skull. We see Herakles kill the little dog with His famous club.<br/><br/>But that is enough proemium. You can answer for yourself the question \\\"What difference did Stesichoros make?\\\" by considering his masterpiece. Some of its principal fragments are below. If you find the text difficult, you are not alone. Time has dealt harshly with Stesichoros. No passage longer than thirty lines is quoted from him and papyrus scraps (still being found: the most recent fragments were recovered from cartonnage in Egypt in 1977) withhold as much as they tell. The whole corpus of the fragments of Stesichoros in the original Greek has been published thirteen times so far by different editors, beginning with Bergk in 1882. No edition is exactly the same as any other in its contents or its ordering of the contents. Bergk says the history of a text is like a long caress. However that may be, the fragments of the Geryoneis itself read as if Stesichoros had composed a substantial narrative poem then ripped it to pieces and buried the pieces in a box with some song lyrics and lecture notes and scraps of meat. The fragment numbers tell you roughly how the pieces fell out of the box. You can of course keep shaking the box. \\\"Believe me for meat and for myself,\\\" as Gertrude Stein says. Here. Shake.<br/><br/>RED MEAT:<br/><br/>FRAGMENTS OF STESICHOROS<br/><br/>I. GERYON<br/><br/>Geryon was a monster everything about him was red<br/>Put his snout out of the covers in the morning it was red<br/>How stiff the red landscape where his cattle scraped against<br/>Their hobbles in the red wind<br/>Burrowed himself down in the red dawn jelly of Geryon's<br/>Dream<br/>Geryon's dream began red then slipped out of the vat and ran<br/>Upsail broke silver shot up through his roots like a pup<br/>Secret pup At the front end of another red day<br/><br/>II. MEANWHILE HE CAME<br/><br/>Across the salt knobs it was Him<br/>Knew about the homegold<br/>Had sighted red smoke above the red spires <br/><br/>III. GERYON'S PARENTS<br/><br/>If you persist in wearing your mask at the supper table<br/>Well Goodnight Then they said and drove him up<br/>Those hemorrhaging stairs to the hot dry Arms<br/>To the ticking red taxi of the incubus<br/>Don't want to go want to stay Downstairs and read<br/><br/>IV. GERYON'S DEATH BEGINS<br/><br/>Geryon walked the red length of his mind and answered No<br/>It was murder And torn to see the cattle lay<br/>All these darlings said Geryon And now me<br/><br/>V. GERYON'S REVERSIBLE DESTINY<br/><br/>His mother saw it mothers are like that<br/>Trust me she said Engineer of his softness<br/>You don't have to make up your mind right away<br/>Behind her red right cheek Geryon could see<br/>Coil of the hot plate starting to glow<br/><br/>VI. MEANWHILE IN HEAVEN<br/><br/>Athena was looking down through the floor<br/>Of the glass-bottomed boat Athena pointed<br/>Zeus looked Him<br/><br/>VII. GERYON'S WEEKEND<br/><br/>Later well later they left the bar went back to the centaur's<br/>Place the centaur had a cup made out of a skull Holding three<br/>Measures of wine. Holding it he drank Come over here you can<br/>Bring your drink if you're afraid to come alone The centaur<br/>Patted the sofa beside him Reddish yellow small alive animal<br/>Not a bee moved up Geryon's spine on the inside<br/><br/>VIII. GERYON'S FATHER<br/><br/>A quiet root may know how to holler He liked to<br/>Suck words Here is an almighty one he would say<br/>After days of standing in the doorway<br/><br/>NIGHTBOLLSNORTED<br/><br/>IX. GERYON'S WAR RECORD<br/><br/>Geryon lay on the ground covering his ears The sound<br/>Of the horses like roses being burned alive<br/><br/>X. SCHOOLING<br/><br/>In those days the police were weak Family was strong<br/>Hand in hand the first day Geryon's mother took him to<br/>School She neatened his little red wings and pushed him<br/>In through the door<br/><br/>XI. RIGHT<br/><br/>Are there many little boys who think they are a<br/>Monster? But in my case I am right said Geryon to the<br/>Dog they were sitting on the bluffs The dog regarded him<br/>Joyfully<br/><br/>XII. WINGS<br/><br/>Steps off a scraped March sky and sinks<br/>Up into the blind Atlantic morning One small<br/>Red dog jumping across the beach miles below<br/>Like a freed shadow<br/><br/>XIII. HERAKLES' KILLING CLUB<br/><br/>Little red dog did not see it he felt it All<br/>Events carry but one<br/><br/>XIV. HERAKLES' ARROW<br/><br/>Arrow means kill It parted Geryon's skull like a comb Made<br/>The boy neck lean At an odd slow angle sideways as when a<br/>Poppy shames itself in a whip of Nude breeze<br/><br/>XV. TOTAL THINGS KNOWN ABOUT GERYON<br/><br/>He loved lightning He lived on an island His mother was a<br/>Nymph of a river that ran to the sea His father was a gold<br/>Cutting tool Old scholia say that Stesichoros says that<br/>Geryon had six hands and six feet and wings He was red and<br/>His strange red cattle excited envy Herakles came and<br/>Killed him for his cattle<br/>The dog too<br/><br/>XVI. GERYON'S END<br/><br/>The red world And corresponding red breezes<br/>Went on Geryon did not<br/><br/>APPENDIX A<br/><br/>TESTIMONIA ON THE QUESTION 0F STESICHOROS' BLINDING<br/><br/>BY HELEN<br/><br/>Suidas s.v. palinodia: \\\"Counter song\\\" or \\\"saying the opposite of what you said before.\\\" E.g., for writing abuse of Helen Stesichoros was struck blind but then he wrote for her an encomium and got his sight back. The encomium came out of a dream and is called \\\"The Palinode.\\\"<br/><br/>Isokrates Helen 64: Looking to demonstrate her own power Helen made an object lesson of the poet Stesichoros. For the fact is he began his poem \\\"Helen\\\" with a bit of blasphemy. Then when he stood up be found he'd been robbed of his eyes. Straightaway realizing why, he composed the so-called \\\"Palinode\\\" and Helen restored him to his own nature. Plato Phaedrus 243a: There is in mythology an ancient tactic of purgation for criminals, which Homer did not understand but Stesichoros did. When Stesichoros found himself blinded for slandering Helen he did not (like Homer) just stand there bewildered--no! on the contrary. Stesichoros was an intellectual. He recognized the cause and at once sat down to compose [his \\\"Palinode\\\"]. . . .<br/><br/>APPENDIX B<br/><br/>THE PALINODE OF STESICHOROS BY STESICHOROS (FRAGMENT 192 POETAE MELICI GRAECI)<br/><br/>No it is not the true story.<br/>No you never went on the benched ships.<br/>No you never came to the towers of Troy.<br/><br/>APPENDIX C<br/><br/>CLEARING UP THE QUESTION OF STESICHOROS' BLINDING<br/><br/>BY HELEN<br/><br/>1. Either Stesichoros was a blind man or he was not.<br/><br/>2. If Stesichoros was a blind man either his blindness was a temporary condition or it was permanent.<br/><br/>3. If Stesichoros' blindness was a temporary condition this condition either had a contingent cause or it had none.<br/><br/>4. If this condition had a contingent cause that cause was Helen or the cause was not Helen.<br/><br/>5. If the cause was Helen Helen had her reasons or she had none.<br/><br/>6. If Helen had her reasons the reasons arose out of some remark Stesichoros made or they did not.<br/><br/>7. If Helen's reasons arose out of some remark Stesichoros made either it was a strong remark about Helen's sexual misconduct (not to say its unsavory aftermath the Fall of Troy) or it was not.<br/><br/>8. If it was a strong remark about Helen's sexual misconduct (not to say its unsavory aftermath the Fall of Troy) either this remark was a lie or it was not.<br/><br/>9. If it was not a lie either we are now in reverse and by continuing to reason in this way are likely to arrive back at the beginning of the question of the blinding of Stesichoros or we are not.<br/><br/>10. If we are now in reverse and by continuing to reason in this way are likely to arrive back at the beginning of the question of the blinding of Stesichoros either we will go along without incident or we will meet Stesichoros on our way back.<br/><br/>11. If we meet Stesichoros on our way back either we will keep quiet or we will look him in the eye and ask him what he thinks of Helen.<br/><br/>12. If we look Stesichoros in the eye and ask him what he thinks of Helen either he will tell the truth or he will lie.<br/><br/>13. If Stesichoros lies either we will know at once that he is lying or we will be fooled because now that we are in reverse the whole landscape looks inside out.<br/><br/>14. If we are fooled because now that we are in reverse the whole landscape looks inside out either we will find that we do not have a single penny on us or we will call Helen up and tell her the good news.<br/><br/>15. If we call Helen up either she will sit with her glass of vermouth and let it ring or she will answer.<br/><br/>16. If she answers either we will (as they say) leave well enough alone or we will put Stesichoros on.<br/><br/>17. If we put Stesichoros on either he will contend that he now sees more clearly than ever before the truth about her whoring or he will admit he is a liar.<br/><br/>18. If Stesichoros admits he is a liar either we will melt into the crowd or we will stay to see how Helen reacts.<br/><br/>19. If we stay to see how Helen reacts either we will find ourselves pleasantly surprised by her dialectical abilities or we will be taken downtown by the police for questioning.<br/><br/>20. If we are taken downtown by the police for questioning either we will be expected (as eyewitnesses) to clear up once and for all the question whether Stesichoros was a blind man or not.<br/><br/>21. If Stesichoros was a blind man either we lie or if not not.\"},{\"id\":\"67610875T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"RED MEAT&#58;<br><br>WHAT DIFFERENCE DID STESICHOROS MAKE?<br><br>I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do.<br>GERTRUDE STEIN<br><br><br>He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet. Born about 650 B.C. on the north coast of Sicily in a city called Himera, he lived among refugees who spoke a mixed dialect of Chalcidian and Doric. A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen. Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do. Stesichoros' words were collected in twenty-six books of which there remain to us a dozen or so titles and several collections of fragments. Not much is known about his working life (except the famous story that he was struck blind by Helen; see Appendixes A, B, C). He seems to have had a great popular success. How did the critics regard him? Many ancient praises adhere to his name. \\\"Most Homeric of the lyric poets,\\\" says Longinus. \\\"Makes those old stories new,\\\" says Suidas. \\\"Driven by a craving for change,\\\" says Dionysios of Halikarnassos. \\\"What a sweet genius in the use of adjectives!\\\" adds Hermogenes. Here we touch the core of the question \\\"What difference did Stesichoros make?\\\" A comparison may be useful. When Gertrude Stein had to sum up Picasso she said, \\\"This one was working.\\\" So say of Stesichoros, \\\"This one was making adjectives.\\\"<br><br>What is an adjective? Nouns name the world. Verbs activate the names. Adjectives come from somewhere else. The word adjective (epitheton in Greek) is itself an adjective meaning \\\"placed on top,\\\" \\\"added,\\\" \\\"appended,\\\" \\\"imported,\\\" \\\"foreign.\\\" Adjectives seem fairly innocent additions but look again. These small imported mechanisms are in charge of attaching everything in the world to its place in particularity. They are the latches of being.<br><br>Of course there are several different ways to be. In the world of the Homeric epic, for example, being is stable and particularity is set fast in tradition. When Homer mentions blood, blood is black. When women appear, women are neat-ankled or glancing. Poseidon always has the blue eyebrows of Poseidon. Gods' laughter is unquenchable. Human knees are quick. The sea is unwearying. Death is bad. Cowards' livers are white. Homer's epithets are a fixed diction with which Homer fastens every substance in the world to its aptest attribute and holds them in place for epic consumption. There is a passion in it but what kind of passion? \\\"Consumption is not a passion for substances but a passion for the code,\\\" says Baudrillard. So into the still surface of this code Stesichoros was born. And Stesichoros was studying the surface restlessly. It leaned away from him. He went closer. It stopped. \\\"Passion for substances\\\" seems a good description of that moment. For no reason that anyone can name, Stesichoros began to undo the latches.<br><br>Stesichoros released being. All the substances in the world went floating up. Suddenly there was nothing to interfere with horses being hollow hooved. Or a river being root silver. Or a child bruiseless. Or hell as deep as the sun is high. Or Herakles ordeal strong. Or a planet middle night stuck. Or an insomniac outside the joy. Or killings cream black. Some substances proved more complex. To Helen of Troy, for example, was attached an adjectival tradition of whoredom already old by the time Homer used it. When Stesichoros unlatched her epithet from Helen there flowed out such a light as may have blinded him for a moment. This is a big question, the question of the blinding of Stesichoros by Helen (see Appendixes A, B), although generally regarded as unanswerable (but see Appendix C).<br><br>A more tractable example is Geryon. Geryon is the name of a character in ancient Greek myth about whom Stesichoros wrote a very long lyric poem in dactylo-epitrite meter and triadic structure. Some eighty-four papyrus fragments and a half-dozen citations survive, which go by the name Geryoneis (\\\"The Geryon Matter\\\") in standard editions. They tell of a strange winged red monster who lived on an island called Erytheia (which is an adjective meaning simply \\\"The Red Place\\\") quietly tending a herd of magical red cattle, until one day the hero Herakles came across the sea and killed him to get the cattle. There were many different ways to tell a story like this. Herakles was an important Greek hero and the elimination of Geryon constituted one of His celebrated Labors. If Stesichoros had been a more conventional poet he might have taken the point of view of Herakles and framed a thrilling account of the victory of culture over monstrosity. But instead the extant fragments of Stesichoros' poem offer a tantalizing cross section of scenes, both proud and pitiful, from Geryon's own experience. We see his red boy's life and his little dog. A scene of wild appeal from his mother, which breaks off. Interspersed shots of Herakles approaching over the sea. A flash of the gods in heaven pointing to Geryon's doom. The battle itself. The moment when everything goes suddenly slow and Herakles' arrow divides Geryon's skull. We see Herakles kill the little dog with His famous club.<br><br>But that is enough proemium. You can answer for yourself the question \\\"What difference did Stesichoros make?\\\" by considering his masterpiece. Some of its principal fragments are below. If you find the text difficult, you are not alone. Time has dealt harshly with Stesichoros. No passage longer than thirty lines is quoted from him and papyrus scraps (still being found&#58; the most recent fragments were recovered from cartonnage in Egypt in 1977) withhold as much as they tell. The whole corpus of the fragments of Stesichoros in the original Greek has been published thirteen times so far by different editors, beginning with Bergk in 1882. No edition is exactly the same as any other in its contents or its ordering of the contents. Bergk says the history of a text is like a long caress. However that may be, the fragments of the Geryoneis itself read as if Stesichoros had composed a substantial narrative poem then ripped it to pieces and buried the pieces in a box with some song lyrics and lecture notes and scraps of meat. The fragment numbers tell you roughly how the pieces fell out of the box. You can of course keep shaking the box. \\\"Believe me for meat and for myself,\\\" as Gertrude Stein says. Here. Shake.<br><br>RED MEAT&#58;<br><br>FRAGMENTS OF STESICHOROS<br><br>I. GERYON<br><br>Geryon was a monster everything about him was red<br>Put his snout out of the covers in the morning it was red<br>How stiff the red landscape where his cattle scraped against<br>Their hobbles in the red wind<br>Burrowed himself down in the red dawn jelly of Geryon's<br>Dream<br>Geryon's dream began red then slipped out of the vat and ran<br>Upsail broke silver shot up through his roots like a pup<br>Secret pup At the front end of another red day<br><br>II. MEANWHILE HE CAME<br><br>Across the salt knobs it was Him<br>Knew about the homegold<br>Had sighted red smoke above the red spires <br><br>III. GERYON'S PARENTS<br><br>If you persist in wearing your mask at the supper table<br>Well Goodnight Then they said and drove him up<br>Those hemorrhaging stairs to the hot dry Arms<br>To the ticking red taxi of the incubus<br>Don't want to go want to stay Downstairs and read<br><br>IV. GERYON'S DEATH BEGINS<br><br>Geryon walked the red length of his mind and answered No<br>It was murder And torn to see the cattle lay<br>All these darlings said Geryon And now me<br><br>V. GERYON'S REVERSIBLE DESTINY<br><br>His mother saw it mothers are like that<br>Trust me she said Engineer of his softness<br>You don't have to make up your mind right away<br>Behind her red right cheek Geryon could see<br>Coil of the hot plate starting to glow<br><br>VI. MEANWHILE IN HEAVEN<br><br>Athena was looking down through the floor<br>Of the glass-bottomed boat Athena pointed<br>Zeus looked Him<br><br>VII. GERYON'S WEEKEND<br><br>Later well later they left the bar went back to the centaur's<br>Place the centaur had a cup made out of a skull Holding three<br>Measures of wine. Holding it he drank Come over here you can<br>Bring your drink if you're afraid to come alone The centaur<br>Patted the sofa beside him Reddish yellow small alive animal<br>Not a bee moved up Geryon's spine on the inside<br><br>VIII. GERYON'S FATHER<br><br>A quiet root may know how to holler He liked to<br>Suck words Here is an almighty one he would say<br>After days of standing in the doorway<br><br>NIGHTBOLLSNORTED<br><br>IX. GERYON'S WAR RECORD<br><br>Geryon lay on the ground covering his ears The sound<br>Of the horses like roses being burned alive<br><br>X. SCHOOLING<br><br>In those days the police were weak Family was strong<br>Hand in hand the first day Geryon's mother took him to<br>School She neatened his little red wings and pushed him<br>In through the door<br><br>XI. RIGHT<br><br>Are there many little boys who think they are a<br>Monster? But in my case I am right said Geryon to the<br>Dog they were sitting on the bluffs The dog regarded him<br>Joyfully<br><br>XII. WINGS<br><br>Steps off a scraped March sky and sinks<br>Up into the blind Atlantic morning One small<br>Red dog jumping across the beach miles below<br>Like a freed shadow<br><br>XIII. HERAKLES' KILLING CLUB<br><br>Little red dog did not see it he felt it All<br>Events carry but one<br><br>XIV. HERAKLES' ARROW<br><br>Arrow means kill It parted Geryon's skull like a comb Made<br>The boy neck lean At an odd slow angle sideways as when a<br>Poppy shames itself in a whip of Nude breeze<br><br>XV. TOTAL THINGS KNOWN ABOUT GERYON<br><br>He loved lightning He lived on an island His mother was a<br>Nymph of a river that ran to the sea His father was a gold<br>Cutting tool Old scholia say that Stesichoros says that<br>Geryon had six hands and six feet and wings He was red and<br>His strange red cattle excited envy Herakles came and<br>Killed him for his cattle<br>The dog too<br><br>XVI. GERYON'S END<br><br>The red world And corresponding red breezes<br>Went on Geryon did not<br><br>APPENDIX A<br><br>TESTIMONIA ON THE QUESTION 0F STESICHOROS' BLINDING<br><br>BY HELEN<br><br>Suidas s.v. palinodia&#58; \\\"Counter song\\\" or \\\"saying the opposite of what you said before.\\\" E.g., for writing abuse of Helen Stesichoros was struck blind but then he wrote for her an encomium and got his sight back. The encomium came out of a dream and is called \\\"The Palinode.\\\"<br><br>Isokrates Helen 64&#58; Looking to demonstrate her own power Helen made an object lesson of the poet Stesichoros. For the fact is he began his poem \\\"Helen\\\" with a bit of blasphemy. Then when he stood up be found he'd been robbed of his eyes. Straightaway realizing why, he composed the so-called \\\"Palinode\\\" and Helen restored him to his own nature. Plato Phaedrus 243a&#58; There is in mythology an ancient tactic of purgation for criminals, which Homer did not understand but Stesichoros did. When Stesichoros found himself blinded for slandering Helen he did not (like Homer) just stand there bewildered&#151;no! on the contrary. Stesichoros was an intellectual. He recognized the cause and at once sat down to compose [his \\\"Palinode\\\"]. . . .<br><br>APPENDIX B<br><br>THE PALINODE OF STESICHOROS BY STESICHOROS (FRAGMENT 192 POETAE MELICI GRAECI)<br><br>No it is not the true story.<br>No you never went on the benched ships.<br>No you never came to the towers of Troy.<br><br>APPENDIX C<br><br>CLEARING UP THE QUESTION OF STESICHOROS' BLINDING<br><br>BY HELEN<br><br>1. Either Stesichoros was a blind man or he was not.<br><br>2. If Stesichoros was a blind man either his blindness was a temporary condition or it was permanent.<br><br>3. If Stesichoros' blindness was a temporary condition this condition either had a contingent cause or it had none.<br><br>4. If this condition had a contingent cause that cause was Helen or the cause was not Helen.<br><br>5. If the cause was Helen Helen had her reasons or she had none.<br><br>6. If Helen had her reasons the reasons arose out of some remark Stesichoros made or they did not.<br><br>7. If Helen's reasons arose out of some remark Stesichoros made either it was a strong remark about Helen's sexual misconduct (not to say its unsavory aftermath the Fall of Troy) or it was not.<br><br>8. If it was a strong remark about Helen's sexual misconduct (not to say its unsavory aftermath the Fall of Troy) either this remark was a lie or it was not.<br><br>9. If it was not a lie either we are now in reverse and by continuing to reason in this way are likely to arrive back at the beginning of the question of the blinding of Stesichoros or we are not.<br><br>10. If we are now in reverse and by continuing to reason in this way are likely to arrive back at the beginning of the question of the blinding of Stesichoros either we will go along without incident or we will meet Stesichoros on our way back.<br><br>11. If we meet Stesichoros on our way back either we will keep quiet or we will look him in the eye and ask him what he thinks of Helen.<br><br>12. If we look Stesichoros in the eye and ask him what he thinks of Helen either he will tell the truth or he will lie.<br><br>13. If Stesichoros lies either we will know at once that he is lying or we will be fooled because now that we are in reverse the whole landscape looks inside out.<br><br>14. If we are fooled because now that we are in reverse the whole landscape looks inside out either we will find that we do not have a single penny on us or we will call Helen up and tell her the good news.<br><br>15. If we call Helen up either she will sit with her glass of vermouth and let it ring or she will answer.<br><br>16. If she answers either we will (as they say) leave well enough alone or we will put Stesichoros on.<br><br>17. If we put Stesichoros on either he will contend that he now sees more clearly than ever before the truth about her whoring or he will admit he is a liar.<br><br>18. If Stesichoros admits he is a liar either we will melt into the crowd or we will stay to see how Helen reacts.<br><br>19. If we stay to see how Helen reacts either we will find ourselves pleasantly surprised by her dialectical abilities or we will be taken downtown by the police for questioning.<br><br>20. If we are taken downtown by the police for questioning either we will be expected (as eyewitnesses) to clear up once and for all the question whether Stesichoros was a blind man or not.<br><br>21. If Stesichoros was a blind man either we lie or if not not.\"},{\"id\":\"57838040T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"RED MEAT&#58;<br><br>WHAT DIFFERENCE DID STESICHOROS MAKE?<br><br>I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do.<br>GERTRUDE STEIN<br><br><br>He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet. Born about 650 B.C. on the north coast of Sicily in a city called Himera, he lived among refugees who spoke a mixed dialect of Chalcidian and Doric. A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen. Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do. Stesichoros' words were collected in twenty-six books of which there remain to us a dozen or so titles and several collections of fragments. Not much is known about his working life (except the famous story that he was struck blind by Helen; see Appendixes A, B, C). He seems to have had a great popular success. How did the critics regard him? Many ancient praises adhere to his name. \\\"Most Homeric of the lyric poets,\\\" says Longinus. \\\"Makes those old stories new,\\\" says Suidas. \\\"Driven by a craving for change,\\\" says Dionysios of Halikarnassos. \\\"What a sweet genius in the use of adjectives!\\\" adds Hermogenes. Here we touch the core of the question \\\"What difference did Stesichoros make?\\\" A comparison may be useful. When Gertrude Stein had to sum up Picasso she said, \\\"This one was working.\\\" So say of Stesichoros, \\\"This one was making adjectives.\\\"<br><br>What is an adjective? Nouns name the world. Verbs activate the names. Adjectives come from somewhere else. The word adjective (epitheton in Greek) is itself an adjective meaning \\\"placed on top,\\\" \\\"added,\\\" \\\"appended,\\\" \\\"imported,\\\" \\\"foreign.\\\" Adjectives seem fairly innocent additions but look again. These small imported mechanisms are in charge of attaching everything in the world to its place in particularity. They are the latches of being.<br><br>Of course there are several different ways to be. In the world of the Homeric epic, for example, being is stable and particularity is set fast in tradition. When Homer mentions blood, blood is black. When women appear, women are neat-ankled or glancing. Poseidon always has the blue eyebrows of Poseidon. Gods' laughter is unquenchable. Human knees are quick. The sea is unwearying. Death is bad. Cowards' livers are white. Homer's epithets are a fixed diction with which Homer fastens every substance in the world to its aptest attribute and holds them in place for epic consumption. There is a passion in it but what kind of passion? \\\"Consumption is not a passion for substances but a passion for the code,\\\" says Baudrillard. So into the still surface of this code Stesichoros was born. And Stesichoros was studying the surface restlessly. It leaned away from him. He went closer. It stopped. \\\"Passion for substances\\\" seems a good description of that moment. For no reason that anyone can name, Stesichoros began to undo the latches.<br><br>Stesichoros released being. All the substances in the world went floating up. Suddenly there was nothing to interfere with horses being hollow hooved. Or a river being root silver. Or a child bruiseless. Or hell as deep as the sun is high. Or Herakles ordeal strong. Or a planet middle night stuck. Or an insomniac outside the joy. Or killings cream black. Some substances proved more complex. To Helen of Troy, for example, was attached an adjectival tradition of whoredom already old by the time Homer used it. When Stesichoros unlatched her epithet from Helen there flowed out such a light as may have blinded him for a moment. This is a big question, the question of the blinding of Stesichoros by Helen (see Appendixes A, B), although generally regarded as unanswerable (but see Appendix C).<br><br>A more tractable example is Geryon. Geryon is the name of a character in ancient Greek myth about whom Stesichoros wrote a very long lyric poem in dactylo-epitrite meter and triadic structure. Some eighty-four papyrus fragments and a half-dozen citations survive, which go by the name Geryoneis (\\\"The Geryon Matter\\\") in standard editions. They tell of a strange winged red monster who lived on an island called Erytheia (which is an adjective meaning simply \\\"The Red Place\\\") quietly tending a herd of magical red cattle, until one day the hero Herakles came across the sea and killed him to get the cattle. There were many different ways to tell a story like this. Herakles was an important Greek hero and the elimination of Geryon constituted one of His celebrated Labors. If Stesichoros had been a more conventional poet he might have taken the point of view of Herakles and framed a thrilling account of the victory of culture over monstrosity. But instead the extant fragments of Stesichoros' poem offer a tantalizing cross section of scenes, both proud and pitiful, from Geryon's own experience. We see his red boy's life and his little dog. A scene of wild appeal from his mother, which breaks off. Interspersed shots of Herakles approaching over the sea. A flash of the gods in heaven pointing to Geryon's doom. The battle itself. The moment when everything goes suddenly slow and Herakles' arrow divides Geryon's skull. We see Herakles kill the little dog with His famous club.<br><br>But that is enough proemium. You can answer for yourself the question \\\"What difference did Stesichoros make?\\\" by considering his masterpiece. Some of its principal fragments are below. If you find the text difficult, you are not alone. Time has dealt harshly with Stesichoros. No passage longer than thirty lines is quoted from him and papyrus scraps (still being found&#58; the most recent fragments were recovered from cartonnage in Egypt in 1977) withhold as much as they tell. The whole corpus of the fragments of Stesichoros in the original Greek has been published thirteen times so far by different editors, beginning with Bergk in 1882. No edition is exactly the same as any other in its contents or its ordering of the contents. Bergk says the history of a text is like a long caress. However that may be, the fragments of the Geryoneis itself read as if Stesichoros had composed a substantial narrative poem then ripped it to pieces and buried the pieces in a box with some song lyrics and lecture notes and scraps of meat. The fragment numbers tell you roughly how the pieces fell out of the box. You can of course keep shaking the box. \\\"Believe me for meat and for myself,\\\" as Gertrude Stein says. Here. Shake.<br><br>RED MEAT&#58;<br><br>FRAGMENTS OF STESICHOROS<br><br>I. GERYON<br><br>Geryon was a monster everything about him was red<br>Put his snout out of the covers in the morning it was red<br>How stiff the red landscape where his cattle scraped against<br>Their hobbles in the red wind<br>Burrowed himself down in the red dawn jelly of Geryon's<br>Dream<br>Geryon's dream began red then slipped out of the vat and ran<br>Upsail broke silver shot up through his roots like a pup<br>Secret pup At the front end of another red day<br><br>II. MEANWHILE HE CAME<br><br>Across the salt knobs it was Him<br>Knew about the homegold<br>Had sighted red smoke above the red spires <br><br>III. GERYON'S PARENTS<br><br>If you persist in wearing your mask at the supper table<br>Well Goodnight Then they said and drove him up<br>Those hemorrhaging stairs to the hot dry Arms<br>To the ticking red taxi of the incubus<br>Don't want to go want to stay Downstairs and read<br><br>IV. GERYON'S DEATH BEGINS<br><br>Geryon walked the red length of his mind and answered No<br>It was murder And torn to see the cattle lay<br>All these darlings said Geryon And now me<br><br>V. GERYON'S REVERSIBLE DESTINY<br><br>His mother saw it mothers are like that<br>Trust me she said Engineer of his softness<br>You don't have to make up your mind right away<br>Behind her red right cheek Geryon could see<br>Coil of the hot plate starting to glow<br><br>VI. MEANWHILE IN HEAVEN<br><br>Athena was looking down through the floor<br>Of the glass-bottomed boat Athena pointed<br>Zeus looked Him<br><br>VII. GERYON'S WEEKEND<br><br>Later well later they left the bar went back to the centaur's<br>Place the centaur had a cup made out of a skull Holding three<br>Measures of wine. Holding it he drank Come over here you can<br>Bring your drink if you're afraid to come alone The centaur<br>Patted the sofa beside him Reddish yellow small alive animal<br>Not a bee moved up Geryon's spine on the inside<br><br>VIII. GERYON'S FATHER<br><br>A quiet root may know how to holler He liked to<br>Suck words Here is an almighty one he would say<br>After days of standing in the doorway<br><br>NIGHTBOLLSNORTED<br><br>IX. GERYON'S WAR RECORD<br><br>Geryon lay on the ground covering his ears The sound<br>Of the horses like roses being burned alive<br><br>X. SCHOOLING<br><br>In those days the police were weak Family was strong<br>Hand in hand the first day Geryon's mother took him to<br>School She neatened his little red wings and pushed him<br>In through the door<br><br>XI. RIGHT<br><br>Are there many little boys who think they are a<br>Monster? But in my case I am right said Geryon to the<br>Dog they were sitting on the bluffs The dog regarded him<br>Joyfully<br><br>XII. WINGS<br><br>Steps off a scraped March sky and sinks<br>Up into the blind Atlantic morning One small<br>Red dog jumping across the beach miles below<br>Like a freed shadow<br><br>XIII. HERAKLES' KILLING CLUB<br><br>Little red dog did not see it he felt it All<br>Events carry but one<br><br>XIV. HERAKLES' ARROW<br><br>Arrow means kill It parted Geryon's skull like a comb Made<br>The boy neck lean At an odd slow angle sideways as when a<br>Poppy shames itself in a whip of Nude breeze<br><br>XV. TOTAL THINGS KNOWN ABOUT GERYON<br><br>He loved lightning He lived on an island His mother was a<br>Nymph of a river that ran to the sea His father was a gold<br>Cutting tool Old scholia say that Stesichoros says that<br>Geryon had six hands and six feet and wings He was red and<br>His strange red cattle excited envy Herakles came and<br>Killed him for his cattle<br>The dog too<br><br>XVI. GERYON'S END<br><br>The red world And corresponding red breezes<br>Went on Geryon did not<br><br>APPENDIX A<br><br>TESTIMONIA ON THE QUESTION 0F STESICHOROS' BLINDING<br><br>BY HELEN<br><br>Suidas s.v. palinodia&#58; \\\"Counter song\\\" or \\\"saying the opposite of what you said before.\\\" E.g., for writing abuse of Helen Stesichoros was struck blind but then he wrote for her an encomium and got his sight back. The encomium came out of a dream and is called \\\"The Palinode.\\\"<br><br>Isokrates Helen 64&#58; Looking to demonstrate her own power Helen made an object lesson of the poet Stesichoros. For the fact is he began his poem \\\"Helen\\\" with a bit of blasphemy. Then when he stood up be found he'd been robbed of his eyes. Straightaway realizing why, he composed the so-called \\\"Palinode\\\" and Helen restored him to his own nature. Plato Phaedrus 243a&#58; There is in mythology an ancient tactic of purgation for criminals, which Homer did not understand but Stesichoros did. When Stesichoros found himself blinded for slandering Helen he did not (like Homer) just stand there bewildered--no! on the contrary. Stesichoros was an intellectual. He recognized the cause and at once sat down to compose [his \\\"Palinode\\\"]. . . .<br><br>APPENDIX B<br><br>THE PALINODE OF STESICHOROS BY STESICHOROS (FRAGMENT 192 POETAE MELICI GRAECI)<br><br>No it is not the true story.<br>No you never went on the benched ships.<br>No you never came to the towers of Troy.<br><br>APPENDIX C<br><br>CLEARING UP THE QUESTION OF STESICHOROS' BLINDING<br><br>BY HELEN<br><br>1. Either Stesichoros was a blind man or he was not.<br><br>2. If Stesichoros was a blind man either his blindness was a temporary condition or it was permanent.<br><br>3. If Stesichoros' blindness was a temporary condition this condition either had a contingent cause or it had none.<br><br>4. If this condition had a contingent cause that cause was Helen or the cause was not Helen.<br><br>5. If the cause was Helen Helen had her reasons or she had none.<br><br>6. If Helen had her reasons the reasons arose out of some remark Stesichoros made or they did not.<br><br>7. If Helen's reasons arose out of some remark Stesichoros made either it was a strong remark about Helen's sexual misconduct (not to say its unsavory aftermath the Fall of Troy) or it was not.<br><br>8. If it was a strong remark about Helen's sexual misconduct (not to say its unsavory aftermath the Fall of Troy) either this remark was a lie or it was not.<br><br>9. If it was not a lie either we are now in reverse and by continuing to reason in this way are likely to arrive back at the beginning of the question of the blinding of Stesichoros or we are not.<br><br>10. If we are now in reverse and by continuing to reason in this way are likely to arrive back at the beginning of the question of the blinding of Stesichoros either we will go along without incident or we will meet Stesichoros on our way back.<br><br>11. If we meet Stesichoros on our way back either we will keep quiet or we will look him in the eye and ask him what he thinks of Helen.<br><br>12. If we look Stesichoros in the eye and ask him what he thinks of Helen either he will tell the truth or he will lie.<br><br>13. If Stesichoros lies either we will know at once that he is lying or we will be fooled because now that we are in reverse the whole landscape looks inside out.<br><br>14. If we are fooled because now that we are in reverse the whole landscape looks inside out either we will find that we do not have a single penny on us or we will call Helen up and tell her the good news.<br><br>15. If we call Helen up either she will sit with her glass of vermouth and let it ring or she will answer.<br><br>16. If she answers either we will (as they say) leave well enough alone or we will put Stesichoros on.<br><br>17. If we put Stesichoros on either he will contend that he now sees more clearly than ever before the truth about her whoring or he will admit he is a liar.<br><br>18. If Stesichoros admits he is a liar either we will melt into the crowd or we will stay to see how Helen reacts.<br><br>19. If we stay to see how Helen reacts either we will find ourselves pleasantly surprised by her dialectical abilities or we will be taken downtown by the police for questioning.<br><br>20. If we are taken downtown by the police for questioning either we will be expected (as eyewitnesses) to clear up once and for all the question whether Stesichoros was a blind man or not.<br><br>21. If Stesichoros was a blind man either we lie or if not not.\"},{\"id\":\"116995580T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"A profound love story...sensuous and funny, poignant, musical and tender.\\\" --<i>The New York Times Book Review <br/><br/></i>\\\"A deeply odd and immensely engaging book.... [Carson] exposes with passionate force the mythic underlying the explosive everyday.\\\" --<i>The Village Voice</i>\"},{\"id\":\"116995579T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"1998 QSPELL Award, Winner<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"4209768T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"Village Voice\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"A deeply odd and immensely engaging book. . . . [Carson] exposes with passionate force the mythic underlying the explosive everyday.\"},{\"id\":\"4209776T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"New York Times Book Review\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"A profound love story . . . sensuous and funny, poignant, musical and tender.\"},{\"id\":\"134907525T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>Through mesmerizing prose, Anne Carson tells the profound story of Geryon, a young outcast who forms a tender bond with an elusive young man named Herakles. </p>\"},{\"id\":\"23257373T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"&quot;This book is amazing&#151;I haven't discovered any writing in years so marvelously disturbing.&quot; &#151;Alice Munro <br><br>The introduction, discussion questions, suggestions for further reading, and author biography that follow are designed to enhance your group's reading and discussion of the work of Anne Carson, whom Michael Ondaatje praised as &quot;the most exciting poet writing in English today.&quot; Carson is a winner of the prestigious MacArthur fellowship, and has been the recipient of much admiration in the literary world. She is credited with the invention of an entirely new kind of poetry, fusing free verse with prose passages, using pastiche to startling effect, combining searing emotion with austere intellect. Interspersing her own words with quotes and references to sources that range from classical Greek literature, St. Augustine, the Bible, and the Tao to Emily Dickinson, Virginia Woolf, Gertrude Stein, Franz Kafka, and Marcel Proust, Carson constructs an astonishing art that is able to arouse, like nothing else in recent years, new emotional and intellectual energies in her readers. As one reviewer commented, &quot;There's good reason that Carson's reputation has soared to a level equal to that of the half-dozen most admired contemporary American poets. . . . She has . . . a vast habitat, to every bit of which she brings powerful perception and a freshness as startling as a loud knock at the door&quot; (Calvin Bedient, &quot;Celebrating Imperfection,&quot; a review of <b>Men in the Off Hours</b>. <i>The New York Times Book Review</i>, 5/14/00).<br><p>1. As an epigraph to the introduction, Carson quotes Gertrude Stein&#58; &quot;I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do&quot; [p. 3], and goes on to say that she admires the way Stesichoros broke away from the conventional use of language&#58; &quot;Stesichoros released being&quot; [p. 5]. Which passages of Carson's own writing in <b>Autobiography of Red</b> exemplify this ideal of unconventional language, unconventional perception, unconventional seeing?</p><p>2. Geryon, we are told, likes to plan his autobiography &quot;in that blurred state between awake and asleep when too many intake valves are open in the soul&quot; [p. 60]. As a child he has difficulty with the intensity and strangeness of his own perceptions. He suffers, but he also has powers that make him unique. Is there a connection between being a monster and being an artist? In what ways does Geryon's creativity manifest itself as his story proceeds?</p><p>3. How important to his story&#151;he calls himself, at one point, &quot;loveslave&quot; [p. 55]&#151; is the relationship of Geryon's masculinity to his lovelorn state? How important is his homosexuality? What is the poem making clear about the relationship between desire and will? If you have read The Beauty of the Husband, how does Geryon's position compare to that of the wife?</p><p>4. Geryon's autobiography begins with &quot;Total Facts Known About Geryon&quot; [p. 37]. Carson takes these elements from Stesichoros, but she creates a different ending. Instead of being killed by Herakles, Geryon proves himself to be one of the Yazcamac, &quot;People who saw the inside of the volcano. / And came back&quot; [pp. 128-29]. Why does she alter the original story's plot?</p><p>5. How do the imagery and symbolism of the volcano work throughout the poem? How does the image of the volcano shed light on Geryon's problems with inside and outside, as well as his fear of entrapment or confinement? More specifically, how does the Emily Dickinson poem that appears on page 22 (&quot;The reticent volcano keeps / His never slumbering plan&quot;) relate to chapter XLVI of Geryon's autobiography? <br><br><b>For discussion of the work of Anne Carson&#58;<br></b><br>1. In &quot;Essay on What I Think About Most&quot; Carson writes that she admires Alkman's poem because of &quot;the impression it gives / of blurting out the truth in spite of itself&quot; [p. 34]. Does the plain declarative style of Carson's verse give the same impression? She further states that Alkman's simplicity &quot;is a fake / Alkman is not simple at all, / he is a master contriver&quot; [<b>Men in the Off Hours</b>, pp. 34-35]. Might the same be said of Carson herself? What is simple about her work? What aspects of her work are complex, difficult, even impossible to comprehend? Are her contrivances part of an effort to alienate, or rather to seduce, the reader?<br><br>2. How does the work of Anne Carson change a reader's expectations about poetry&#151;about what poetry is, what poetry does, the emotional and intellectual effects of poetry upon a reader? Is she asking us&#151;or forcing us&#151;to reevaluate our aesthetic criteria? <br><br>3. In a strongly positive review, Calvin Bedient makes a comment on Carson's work that might be read as a qualification&#58; &quot;Her spare, short-sentence style is built for speed. Her generalizations flare, then go out. Nothing struggles up into a vision, a large hold on things. The poems are self-consuming.&quot;5 Poets working in more traditional forms, like the sonnet for instance, have tended to create poems that work through a process of thought and arrive at a new conclusion or perspective; they offer the reader what Robert Frost called &quot;a momentary stay against confusion.&quot; How does Carson's work differ from more traditional forms of poetry? Is it troubling or is it liberating that she doesn't seem bound to conclusions, to consoling gestures toward the reader? <br><br>4. The biographical note for <b>The Beauty of the Husband</b> offers only the statement, &quot;Anne Carson lives in Canada.&quot; While it is a general rule in poetry that the speaker of any given poem is not necessarily the author and is often an invented persona, does Carson's work lead you to certain assumptions about the facts of her life, her habits, her intellectual world, her losses, her griefs? Does her work have a deliberately confessional aspect&#151;like that of Robert Lowell or Anne Sexton&#151;or is it difficult to tell with Carson what has actually been experienced and what has been imagined? What issues, experiences, and concerns are repeated throughout her work?</p>\"},{\"id\":\"67610874T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<P>&quot;This book is amazing&#151;I haven't discovered any writing in years so marvelously disturbing.&quot; &#151;Alice Munro <br><br>The introduction, discussion questions, suggestions for further reading, and author biography that follow are designed to enhance your group's reading and discussion of the work of Anne Carson, whom Michael Ondaatje praised as &quot;the most exciting poet writing in English today.&quot; Carson is a winner of the prestigious MacArthur fellowship, and has been the recipient of much admiration in the literary world. She is credited with the invention of an entirely new kind of poetry, fusing free verse with prose passages, using pastiche to startling effect, combining searing emotion with austere intellect. Interspersing her own words with quotes and references to sources that range from classical Greek literature, St. Augustine, the Bible, and the Tao to Emily Dickinson, Virginia Woolf, Gertrude Stein, Franz Kafka, and Marcel Proust, Carson constructs an astonishing art that is able to arouse, like nothing else in recent years, new emotional and intellectual energies in her readers. As one reviewer commented, &quot;There's good reason that Carson's reputation has soared to a level equal to that of the half-dozen most admired contemporary American poets. . . . She has . . . a vast habitat, to every bit of which she brings powerful perception and a freshness as startling as a loud knock at the door&quot; (Calvin Bedient, &quot;Celebrating Imperfection,&quot; a review of <b>Men in the Off Hours</b>. <i>The New York Times Book Review</i>, 5/14/00).<br><P>1. As an epigraph to the introduction, Carson quotes Gertrude Stein&#58; &quot;I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do&quot; [p. 3], and goes on to say that she admires the way Stesichoros broke away from the conventional use of language&#58; &quot;Stesichoros released being&quot; [p. 5]. Which passages of Carson's own writing in <b>Autobiography of Red</b> exemplify this ideal of unconventional language, unconventional perception, unconventional seeing?</p><P>2. Geryon, we are told, likes to plan his autobiography &quot;in that blurred state between awake and asleep when too many intake valves are open in the soul&quot; [p. 60]. As a child he has difficulty with the intensity and strangeness of his own perceptions. He suffers, but he also has powers that make him unique. Is there a connection between being a monster and being an artist? In what ways does Geryon's creativity manifest itself as his story proceeds?</p><P>3. How important to his story&#151;he calls himself, at one point, &quot;loveslave&quot; [p. 55]&#151; is the relationship of Geryon's masculinity to his lovelorn state? How important is his homosexuality? What is the poem making clear about the relationship between desire and will? If you have read The Beauty of the Husband, how does Geryon's position compare to that of the wife?</p><P>4. Geryon's autobiography begins with &quot;Total Facts Known About Geryon&quot; [p. 37]. Carson takes these elements from Stesichoros, but she creates a different ending. Instead of being killed by Herakles, Geryon proves himself to be one of the Yazcamac, &quot;People who saw the inside of the volcano. / And came back&quot; [pp. 128-29]. Why does she alter the original story's plot?</p><P>5. How do the imagery and symbolism of the volcano work throughout the poem? How does the image of the volcano shed light on Geryon's problems with inside and outside, as well as his fear of entrapment or confinement? More specifically, how does the Emily Dickinson poem that appears on page 22 (&quot;The reticent volcano keeps / His never slumbering plan&quot;) relate to chapter XLVI of Geryon's autobiography? <br><br><b>For discussion of the work of Anne Carson&#58;<br></b><br>1. In &quot;Essay on What I Think About Most&quot; Carson writes that she admires Alkman's poem because of &quot;the impression it gives / of blurting out the truth in spite of itself&quot; [p. 34]. Does the plain declarative style of Carson's verse give the same impression? She further states that Alkman's simplicity &quot;is a fake / Alkman is not simple at all, / he is a master contriver&quot; [<b>Men in the Off Hours</b>, pp. 34-35]. Might the same be said of Carson herself? What is simple about her work? What aspects of her work are complex, difficult, even impossible to comprehend? Are her contrivances part of an effort to alienate, or rather to seduce, the reader?<br><br>2. How does the work of Anne Carson change a reader's expectations about poetry&#151;about what poetry is, what poetry does, the emotional and intellectual effects of poetry upon a reader? Is she asking us&#151;or forcing us&#151;to reevaluate our aesthetic criteria? <br><br>3. In a strongly positive review, Calvin Bedient makes a comment on Carson's work that might be read as a qualification&#58; &quot;Her spare, short-sentence style is built for speed. Her generalizations flare, then go out. Nothing struggles up into a vision, a large hold on things. The poems are self-consuming.&quot;5 Poets working in more traditional forms, like the sonnet for instance, have tended to create poems that work through a process of thought and arrive at a new conclusion or perspective; they offer the reader what Robert Frost called &quot;a momentary stay against confusion.&quot; How does Carson's work differ from more traditional forms of poetry? Is it troubling or is it liberating that she doesn't seem bound to conclusions, to consoling gestures toward the reader? <br><br>4. The biographical note for <b>The Beauty of the Husband</b> offers only the statement, &quot;Anne Carson lives in Canada.&quot; While it is a general rule in poetry that the speaker of any given poem is not necessarily the author and is often an invented persona, does Carson's work lead you to certain assumptions about the facts of her life, her habits, her intellectual world, her losses, her griefs? Does her work have a deliberately confessional aspect&#151;like that of Robert Lowell or Anne Sexton&#151;or is it difficult to tell with Carson what has actually been experienced and what has been imagined? What issues, experiences, and concerns are repeated throughout her work?</p>\"},{\"id\":\"10035565T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<P>1. As an epigraph to the introduction, Carson quotes Gertrude Stein&#58; &quot;I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do&quot; [p. 3], and goes on to say that she admires the way Stesichoros broke away from the conventional use of language&#58; &quot;Stesichoros released being&quot; [p. 5]. Which passages of Carson's own writing in <b>Autobiography of Red</b> exemplify this ideal of unconventional language, unconventional perception, unconventional seeing?<P>2. Geryon, we are told, likes to plan his autobiography &quot;in that blurred state between awake and asleep when too many intake valves are open in the soul&quot; [p. 60]. As a child he has difficulty with the intensity and strangeness of his own perceptions. He suffers, but he also has powers that make him unique. Is there a connection between being a monster and being an artist? In what ways does Geryon's creativity manifest itself as his story proceeds?<P>3. How important to his story&#151;he calls himself, at one point, &quot;loveslave&quot; [p. 55]&#151; is the relationship of Geryon's masculinity to his lovelorn state? How important is his homosexuality? What is the poem making clear about the relationship between desire and will? If you have read The Beauty of the Husband, how does Geryon's position compare to that of the wife?<P>4. Geryon's autobiography begins with &quot;Total Facts Known About Geryon&quot; [p. 37]. Carson takes these elements from Stesichoros, but she creates a different ending. Instead of being killed by Herakles, Geryon proves himself to be one of the Yazcamac, &quot;People who saw the inside of the volcano. / And came back&quot; [pp. 128-29]. Why does she alter the original story's plot?<P>5. How do the imagery and symbolism of the volcano work throughout the poem? How does the image of the volcano shed light on Geryon's problems with inside and outside, as well as his fear of entrapment or confinement? More specifically, how does the Emily Dickinson poem that appears on page 22 (&quot;The reticent volcano keeps / His never slumbering plan&quot;) relate to chapter XLVI of Geryon's autobiography? <P><b>For discussion of the work of Anne Carson&#58;<br></b><br>1. In &quot;Essay on What I Think About Most&quot; Carson writes that she admires Alkman's poem because of &quot;the impression it gives / of blurting out the truth in spite of itself&quot; [p. 34]. Does the plain declarative style of Carson's verse give the same impression? She further states that Alkman's simplicity &quot;is a fake / Alkman is not simple at all, / he is a master contriver&quot; [<b>Men in the Off Hours</b>, pp. 34-35]. Might the same be said of Carson herself? What is simple about her work? What aspects of her work are complex, difficult, even impossible to comprehend? Are her contrivances part of an effort to alienate, or rather to seduce, the reader?<P>2. How does the work of Anne Carson change a reader's expectations about poetry&#151;about what poetry is, what poetry does, the emotional and intellectual effects of poetry upon a reader? Is she asking us&#151;or forcing us&#151;to reevaluate our aesthetic criteria? <P>3. In a strongly positive review, Calvin Bedient makes a comment on Carson's work that might be read as a qualification&#58; &quot;Her spare, short-sentence style is built for speed. Her generalizations flare, then go out. Nothing struggles up into a vision, a large hold on things. The poems are self-consuming.&quot;5 Poets working in more traditional forms, like the sonnet for instance, have tended to create poems that work through a process of thought and arrive at a new conclusion or perspective; they offer the reader what Robert Frost called &quot;a momentary stay against confusion.&quot; How does Carson's work differ from more traditional forms of poetry? Is it troubling or is it liberating that she doesn't seem bound to conclusions, to consoling gestures toward the reader? <P>4. The biographical note for <b>The Beauty of the Husband</b> offers only the statement, &quot;Anne Carson lives in Canada.&quot; While it is a general rule in poetry that the speaker of any given poem is not necessarily the author and is often an invented persona, does Carson's work lead you to certain assumptions about the facts of her life, her habits, her intellectual world, her losses, her griefs? Does her work have a deliberately confessional aspect&#151;like that of Robert Lowell or Anne Sexton&#151;or is it difficult to tell with Carson what has actually been experienced and what has been imagined? What issues, experiences, and concerns are repeated throughout her work?\"},{\"id\":\"4209809T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<p>1. As an epigraph to the introduction, Carson quotes Gertrude Stein: &quot;I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do&quot; [p. 3], and goes on to say that she admires the way Stesichoros broke away from the conventional use of language: &quot;Stesichoros released being&quot; [p. 5]. Which passages of Carson's own writing in <b>Autobiography of Red</b> exemplify this ideal of unconventional language, unconventional perception, unconventional seeing?</p><p>2. Geryon, we are told, likes to plan his autobiography &quot;in that blurred state between awake and asleep when too many intake valves are open in the soul&quot; [p. 60]. As a child he has difficulty with the intensity and strangeness of his own perceptions. He suffers, but he also has powers that make him unique. Is there a connection between being a monster and being an artist? In what ways does Geryon's creativity manifest itself as his story proceeds?</p><p>3. How important to his story--he calls himself, at one point, &quot;loveslave&quot; [p. 55]-- is the relationship of Geryon's masculinity to his lovelorn state? How important is his homosexuality? What is the poem making clear about the relationship between desire and will? If you have read The Beauty of the Husband, how does Geryon's position compare to that of the wife?</p><p>4. Geryon's autobiography begins with &quot;Total Facts Known About Geryon&quot; [p. 37]. Carson takes these elements from Stesichoros, but she creates a different ending. Instead of being killed by Herakles, Geryon proves himself to be one of the Yazcamac, &quot;People who saw the inside of the volcano. / And came back&quot; [pp. 128-29]. Why does she alter theoriginal story's plot?</p><p>5. How do the imagery and symbolism of the volcano work throughout the poem? How does the image of the volcano shed light on Geryon's problems with inside and outside, as well as his fear of entrapment or confinement? More specifically, how does the Emily Dickinson poem that appears on page 22 (&quot;The reticent volcano keeps / His never slumbering plan&quot;) relate to chapter XLVI of Geryon's autobiography? <br><br><b>For discussion of the work of Anne Carson:<br></b><br>1. In &quot;Essay on What I Think About Most&quot; Carson writes that she admires Alkman's poem because of &quot;the impression it gives / of blurting out the truth in spite of itself&quot; [p. 34]. Does the plain declarative style of Carson's verse give the same impression? She further states that Alkman's simplicity &quot;is a fake / Alkman is not simple at all, / he is a master contriver&quot; [<b>Men in the Off Hours</b>, pp. 34-35]. Might the same be said of Carson herself? What is simple about her work? What aspects of her work are complex, difficult, even impossible to comprehend? Are her contrivances part of an effort to alienate, or rather to seduce, the reader?<br><br>2. How does the work of Anne Carson change a reader's expectations about poetry--about what poetry is, what poetry does, the emotional and intellectual effects of poetry upon a reader? Is she asking us--or forcing us--to reevaluate our aesthetic criteria? <br><br>3. In a strongly positive review, Calvin Bedient makes a comment on Carson's work that might be read as a qualification: &quot;Her spare, short-sentence style is built for speed. Her generalizations flare, then go out. Nothing struggles up into a vision, a large hold on things. The poems are self-consuming.&quot;5 Poets working in more traditional forms, like the sonnet for instance, have tended to create poems that work through a process of thought and arrive at a new conclusion or perspective; they offer the reader what Robert Frost called &quot;a momentary stay against confusion.&quot; How does Carson's work differ from more traditional forms of poetry? Is it troubling or is it liberating that she doesn't seem bound to conclusions, to consoling gestures toward the reader? <br><br>4. The biographical note for <b>The Beauty of the Husband</b> offers only the statement, &quot;Anne Carson lives in Canada.&quot; While it is a general rule in poetry that the speaker of any given poem is not necessarily the author and is often an invented persona, does Carson's work lead you to certain assumptions about the facts of her life, her habits, her intellectual world, her losses, her griefs? Does her work have a deliberately confessional aspect--like that of Robert Lowell or Anne Sexton--or is it difficult to tell with Carson what has actually been experienced and what has been imagined? 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But when Samantha’s large inheritance, including her childhood Mount Bedford home, is stolen in a shocking scheme, she goes from socialite to shop girl overnight and experiences a very different side of New York City living in a boarding house. Searching for clues regarding the theft of her inheritance, she infiltrates the business of a notorious criminal in New York City. Determined as ever, Samantha will do whatever it takes to find answers and save her family’s legacy.","<b>From American Girl and New York Times bestselling author Fiona Davis comes the next chapter of Samantha Parkington's story--now an adult searching for justice after her legacy is stolen in New York City in 1920.</b><br><br>It’s 1920, and 25-year-old Samantha Parkington is working hard to educate women in New York about suffrage and encourage them to vote in their first presidential election that fall. But when Samantha’s large inheritance, including her childhood Mount Bedford home, is stolen in a shocking scheme, she goes from socialite to shop girl overnight and experiences a very different side of New York City living in a boarding house. Searching for clues regarding the theft of her inheritance, she infiltrates the business of a notorious criminal in New York City. 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You are doing your civic duty.”<br> <br> What a joy it was to be back in Mount Bedford, the place where she had learned early that mistakes could be fixed and that some rules were worth breaking.<br> <br> “Samantha was indeed dazzling,” said Cornelia. “You should be quite proud of your niece.” “I always am.” Gard’s grin eased into a quieter smile. “As Lydia would have been.”<br> <br> Someone had chosen those letters on purpose. They’d either named a corporation after her grandmother or were pretending to be her.<br> <br> Agatha was dancing along to the music in a cotton dressing gown. “Oh, Samantha, there you are! I thought you’d never get here. I’m trying to figure out what to wear tonight. You can borrow anything you like.”<br> <br>She silently vowed to live a ferocious, beautiful, and courageous life... 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Samantha remains a plucky character who cares deeply about injustice, and it’s fun to see what her adult life might have been like. A nostalgic look back at a childhood favorite, with drama, intrigue, and a spirited woman at the center.\\\"</b>— <b>Kirkus</b>\"},{\"id\":\"134861763T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>\\\"Reading the book, it is easy to see why this author/character pairing makes so much sense.... As real, inspiring and magical as the doll you once held in your hands and whispered your dreams to, SAMANTHA: THE NEXT CHAPTER is proof of the power of fiction, imagination and knowledge.\\\" </b>-- \\\"Bookreporter.com\\\"<br/><br/><b>\\\"Davis, known for her lush, historical New York City settings, creates a vivid world for Samantha. She brings back many of the characters from the original books and often refers to Samantha's childhood adventures, but the story is less about cozy memories than Samantha's work investigating a seedy crime operation. Samantha remains a plucky character who cares deeply about injustice, and it's fun to see what her adult life might have been like. A nostalgic look back at a childhood favorite, with drama, intrigue, and a spirited woman at the center.\\\"</b>-- \\\"<b>Kirkus</b>\\\"\"},{\"id\":\"134806329T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Bestselling author Fiona Davis puts a thrilling twist on an American Girl fan-favorite, Samantha Parkington, in this exciting story of legacy, identity and inheritance in 1920s New York.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"123692172T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>Fiona Davis is the New York Times bestselling author of several novels, including <i>The Stolen Queen</i>, <i>The Magnolia Palace</i>, and <i>The Lions of Fifth Avenue</i>, which was a Good Morning America Book Club pick. She’s a graduate of the Columbia Journalism School and is based in New York City.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"123670575T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p>American Girl is a premium brand for girls and a wholly-owned subsidiary of Mattel, Inc. (www.mattel.com),a leading global toy company and owner of one of the strongest portfolios of children’s and family entertainment franchises in the world. American Girl offers an inspiring world of dolls, content, and experiences that nourish a girl’s spirit and help develop her strength of character. Best-selling lines include Truly Me™, Girl of the Year™, Bitty Baby®, WellieWishers™, Create Your Own™, and American Girl’s classic historical characters. 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She remains hopeful that a customer will soon choose her, but when the possibility emerges that her circumstances may change forever, Klara is warned not to invest too much in the promises of humans. A thrilling feat of world-building and a novel of exquisite tenderness and impeccable restraint, Klara and the Sun is a magnificent achievement, one that offers a look at our changing world through the eyes of an unforgettable narrator to explore the fundamental question: what does it mean to love?","<b>SOON TO BE A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE DIRECTED BY TAIKA WAITITI AND STARRING JENNA ORTEGA AND AMY ADAMS * A NEW YORK TIMES NOTABLE BOOK * A BOOKER PRIZE NOMINEE * From the Nobel Prize-winning author of <i>Never Let Me Go </i>and <i>The Remains of the Day</i>, a magnificent novel about the wondrous, mysterious nature of the human heart. </b><br><br><b>\"A masterpiece that will make you think about life, mortality, the saving grace of love: in short, the all of it.\" <i>-</i>Maureen Corrigan, NPR</b><br><br>Here is the story of Klara, an Artificial Friend with outstanding observational qualities, who, from her place in the store, watches carefully the behavior of those who come in to browse, and of those who pass on the street outside. 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So we were able to watch the outside - the office workers hurrying by, the taxis, the runners, the tourists, Beggar Man and his dog, the lower part of the RPO Building. Once we were more settled, Manager allowed us to walk up to the front until we were right behind the window display, and then we could see how tall the RPO Building was. And if we were there at just the right time, we would see the Sun on his journey, crossing between the building tops from our side over to the RPO Building side.<br/><br/>When I was lucky enough to see him like that, I'd lean my face forward to take in as much of his nourishment as I could, and if Rosa was with me, I'd tell her to do the same. After a minute or two, we'd have to return to our positions, and when we were new, we used to worry that because we often couldn't see the Sun from mid-store, we'd grow weaker and weaker. Boy AF Rex, who was alongside us then, told us there was nothing to worry about, that the Sun had ways of reaching us wherever we were. He pointed to the floorboards and said, 'That's the Sun's pattern right there. If you're worried, you can just touch it and get strong again.'<br/><br/>There were no customers when he said this, and Manager was busy arranging something up on the Red Shelves, and I didn't want to disturb her by asking permission. So I gave Rosa a glance, and when she looked back blankly, I took two steps forward, crouched down and reached out both hands to the Sun's pattern on the floor. But as soon as my fingers touched it, the pattern faded, and though I tried all I could - I patted the spot where it had been, and when that didn't work, rubbed my hands over the floorboards - it wouldn't come back. When I stood up again Boy AF Rex said:<br/><br/>'Klara, that was greedy. You girl AFs are always so greedy.'<br/><br/>Even though I was new then, it occurred to me straight away it might not have been my fault; that the Sun had withdrawn his pattern by chance just when I'd been touching it. But Boy AF Rex's face remained serious.<br/><br/>'You took all the nourishment for yourself, Klara. Look, it's gone almost dark.'<br/><br/>Sure enough the light inside the store had become very gloomy. Even outside on the sidewalk, the Tow-Away Zone sign on the lamp post looked gray and faint.<br/><br/>'I'm sorry,' I said to Rex, then turning to Rosa: 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it all myself.'<br/><br/>'Because of you,' Boy AF Rex said, 'I'm going to become weak by evening.'<br/><br/>'You're making a joke,' I said to him. 'I know you are.'<br/><br/>'I'm not making a joke. I could get sick right now. And what about those AFs rear-store? There's already something not right with them. They're bound to get worse now. You were greedy, Klara.'<br/><br/>'I don't believe you,' I said, but I was no longer so sure. I looked at Rosa, but her expression was still blank.<br/><br/>'I'm feeling sick already,' Boy AF Rex said. And he sagged forward.<br/><br/>'But you just said yourself. The Sun always has ways to reach us. You're making a joke, I know you are.'<br/><br/>I managed in the end to convince myself Boy AF Rex was teas­ing me. But what I sensed that day was that I had, without mean­ing to, made Rex bring up something uncomfortable, something most AFs in the store preferred not to talk about. Then not long afterwards that thing happened to Boy AF Rex, which made me think that even if he had been joking that day, a part of him had been serious too.<br/><br/>It was a bright morning, and Rex was no longer beside us because Manager had moved him to the front alcove. Manager always said that every position was carefully conceived, and that we were as likely to be chosen when standing at one as at another. Even so, we all knew the gaze of a customer entering the store would fall first on the front alcove, and Rex was naturally pleased to get his turn there. We watched him from mid-store, stand­ing with his chin raised, the Sun's pattern all over him, and Rosa leaned over to me once to say, 'Oh, he does look wonderful! He's bound to find a home soon!'<br/><br/>On Rex's third day in the front alcove, a girl came in with her mother. I wasn't so good then at telling ages, but I remember esti­mating thirteen and a half for the girl, and I think now that was<br/>correct. The mother was an office worker, and from her shoes and suit we could tell she was high-ranking. The girl went straight to Rex and stood in front of him, while the mother came wandering our way, glanced at us, then went on towards the rear, where two AFs were sitting on the Glass Table, swinging their legs freely as Manager had told them to do. At one point the mother called, but the girl ignored her and went on staring up at Rex's face. Then the child reached out and ran a hand down Rex's arm. Rex said noth­ing, of course, just smiled down at her and remained still, exactly as we'd been told to do when a customer showed special interest.<br/><br/>'Look!' Rosa whispered. 'She's going to choose him! She loves him. He's so lucky!' I nudged Rosa sharply to silence her, because we could easily be heard.<br/><br/>Now it was the girl who called to the mother, and then soon they were both standing in front of Boy AF Rex, looking him up and down, the girl sometimes reaching forward and touching him. The two conferred in soft voices, and I heard the girl say at one point, 'But he's perfect, Mom. He's beautiful.' Then a moment later, the child said, 'Oh, but Mom, come on.'<br/><br/>Manager by this time had brought herself quietly behind them. Eventually the mother turned to Manager and asked:<br/><br/>'Which model is this one?'<br/><br/>'He's a B2,' Manager said. 'Third series. For the right child, Rex will make a perfect companion. In particular, I feel he'll encourage a conscientious and studious attitude in a young person.'<br/><br/>'Well this young lady here could certainly do with that.'<br/><br/>'Oh, Mother, he's perfect.'<br/><br/>Then the mother said: 'B2, third series. The ones with the solar absorption problems, right?'<br/><br/>She said it just like that, in front of Rex, her smile still on her face. Rex kept smiling too, but the child looked baffled and glanced from Rex to her mother.<br/><br/>'It's true,' Manager said, 'that the third series had a few minor issues at the start. But those reports were greatly exaggerated. In environments with normal levels of light, there's no problem whatsoever.'<br/><br/>'I've heard solar malabsorption can lead to further problems,' the mother said. 'Even behavioral ones.'<br/><br/>'With respect, ma'am, series three models have brought immense happiness to many children. Unless you live in Alaska or down a mineshaft, you don't need to worry.'<br/><br/>The mother went on looking at Rex. Then finally she shook her head. 'I'm sorry, Caroline. I can see why you like him. But he's not for us. We'll find one for you that's perfect.'<br/><br/>Rex went on smiling until after the customers had left, and even after that, showed no sign of being sad. But that's when I remem­bered about him making that joke, and I was sure then that those questions about the Sun, about how much of his nourishment we could have, had been in Rex's mind for some time.<br/><br/>Today, of course, I realize Rex wouldn't have been the only one. But officially, it wasn't an issue at all - every one of us had specifi­cations that guaranteed we couldn't be affected by factors such as our positioning within a room. Even so, an AF would feel himself growing lethargic after a few hours away from the Sun, and start to worry there was something wrong with him - that he had some fault unique to him and that if it became known, he'd never find a home.<br/><br/>That was one reason why we always thought so much about being in the window. Each of us had been promised our turn, and each of us longed for it to come. That was partly to do with what Manager called the 'special honor' of representing the store to the outside. Also, of course, whatever Manager said, we all knew we were more likely to be chosen while in the window. But the big thing, silently understood by us all, was the Sun and his nourish­ment. Rosa did once bring it up with me, in a whisper, a little while before our turn came around.<br/><br/>'Klara, do you think once we're in the window, we'll receive so much goodness we'll never get short again?'<br/><br/>I was still quite new then, so didn't know how to answer, even though the same question had been in my mind.<br/><br/>Then our turn finally came, and Rosa and I stepped into the window one morning, making sure not to knock over any of the display the way the pair before us had done the previous week. The store, of course, had yet to open, and I thought the grid would be fully down. But once we'd seated ourselves on the Striped Sofa, I saw there was a narrow gap running along the bottom of the grid - Manager must have raised it a little when checking every­thing was ready for us - and the Sun's light was making a bright rectangle that came up onto the platform and finished in a straight line just in front of us. We only needed to stretch our feet a little to place them within its warmth. I knew then that whatever the answer to Rosa's question, we were about to get all the nourish­ment we would need for some time to come. And once Manager touched the switch and the grid climbed up all the way, we became covered in dazzling light.<br/><br/>I should confess here that for me, there'd always been another reason for wanting to be in the window which had nothing to do with the Sun's nourishment or being chosen. Unlike most AFs, unlike Rosa, I'd always longed to see more of the outside - and to see it in all its detail. So once the grid went up, the realization that there was now only the glass between me and the sidewalk, that I was free to see, close up and whole, so many things I'd seen before only as corners and edges, made me so excited that for a moment I nearly forgot about the Sun and his kindness to us.\"},{\"id\":\"76088168T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"When we were new, Rosa and I were mid-store, on the magazines table side, and could see through more than half of the window. So we were able to watch the outside &ndash; the office workers hurrying by, the taxis, the runners, the tourists, Beggar Man and his dog, the lower part of the RPO Building. Once we were more settled, Manager allowed us to walk up to the front until we were right behind the window display, and then we could see how tall the RPO Building was. And if we were there at just the right time, we would see the Sun on his journey, crossing between the building tops from our side over to the RPO Building side.<br>&#160;<br>When I was lucky enough to see him like that, I&rsquo;d lean my face forward to take in as much of his nourishment as I could, and if Rosa was with me, I&rsquo;d tell her to do the same. After a minute or two, we&rsquo;d have to return to our positions, and when we were new, we used to worry that because we often couldn&rsquo;t see the Sun from mid-store, we&rsquo;d grow weaker and weaker. Boy AF Rex, who was alongside us then, told us there was nothing to worry about, that the Sun had ways of reaching us wherever we were. He pointed to the floorboards and said, &lsquo;That&rsquo;s the Sun&rsquo;s pattern right there. If you&rsquo;re worried, you can just touch it and get strong again.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>There were no customers when he said this, and Manager was busy arranging something up on the Red Shelves, and I didn&rsquo;t want to disturb her by asking permission. So I gave Rosa a glance, and when she looked back blankly, I took two steps forward, crouched down and reached out both hands to the Sun&rsquo;s pattern on the floor. But as soon as my fingers touched it, the pattern faded, and though I tried all I could &ndash; I patted the spot where it had been, and when that didn&rsquo;t work, rubbed my hands over the floorboards &ndash; it wouldn&rsquo;t come back. When I stood up again Boy AF Rex said&#58;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Klara, that was greedy. You girl AFs are always so greedy.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Even though I was new then, it occurred to me straight away it might not have been my fault; that the Sun had withdrawn his pattern by chance just when I&rsquo;d been touching it. But Boy AF Rex&rsquo;s face remained serious.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;You took all the nourishment for yourself, Klara. Look, it&rsquo;s gone almost dark.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Sure enough the light inside the store had become very gloomy. Even outside on the sidewalk, the Tow-Away Zone sign on the lamp post looked gray and faint.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;m sorry,&rsquo; I said to Rex, then turning to Rosa&#58; &lsquo;I&rsquo;m sorry. I didn&rsquo;t mean to take it all myself.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Because of you,&rsquo; Boy AF Rex said, &lsquo;I&rsquo;m going to become weak by evening.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;You&rsquo;re making a joke,&rsquo; I said to him. &lsquo;I know you are.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;m not making a joke. I could get sick right now. And what about those AFs rear-store? There&rsquo;s already something not right with them. They&rsquo;re bound to get worse now. You were greedy, Klara.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I don&rsquo;t believe you,&rsquo; I said, but I was no longer so sure. I looked at Rosa, but her expression was still blank.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;m feeling sick already,&rsquo; Boy AF Rex said. And he sagged forward.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;But you just said yourself. The Sun always has ways to reach us. You&rsquo;re making a joke, I know you are.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>I managed in the end to convince myself Boy AF Rex was teas&shy;ing me. But what I sensed that day was that I had, without mean&shy;ing to, made Rex bring up something uncomfortable, something most AFs in the store preferred not to talk about. Then not long afterwards that thing happened to Boy AF Rex, which made me think that even if he had been joking that day, a part of him had been serious too.<br>&#160;<br>It was a bright morning, and Rex was no longer beside us because Manager had moved him to the front alcove. Manager always said that every position was carefully conceived, and that we were as likely to be chosen when standing at one as at another. Even so, we all knew the gaze of a customer entering the store would fall first on the front alcove, and Rex was naturally pleased to get his turn there. We watched him from mid-store, stand&shy;ing with his chin raised, the Sun&rsquo;s pattern all over him, and Rosa leaned over to me once to say, &lsquo;Oh, he does look wonderful! He&rsquo;s bound to find a home soon!&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>On Rex&rsquo;s third day in the front alcove, a girl came in with her mother. I wasn&rsquo;t so good then at telling ages, but I remember esti&shy;mating thirteen and a half for the girl, and I think now that was correct. The mother was an office worker, and from her shoes and suit we could tell she was high-ranking. The girl went straight to Rex and stood in front of him, while the mother came wandering our way, glanced at us, then went on towards the rear, where two AFs were sitting on the Glass Table, swinging their legs freely as Manager had told them to do. At one point the mother called, but the girl ignored her and went on staring up at Rex&rsquo;s face. Then the child reached out and ran a hand down Rex&rsquo;s arm. Rex said noth&shy;ing, of course, just smiled down at her and remained still, exactly as we&rsquo;d been told to do when a customer showed special interest.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Look!&rsquo; Rosa whispered. &lsquo;She&rsquo;s going to choose him! She loves him. He&rsquo;s so lucky!&rsquo; I nudged Rosa sharply to silence her, because we could easily be heard.<br>&#160;<br>Now it was the girl who called to the mother, and then soon they were both standing in front of Boy AF Rex, looking him up and down, the girl sometimes reaching forward and touching him. The two conferred in soft voices, and I heard the girl say at one point, &lsquo;But he&rsquo;s perfect, Mom. He&rsquo;s beautiful.&rsquo; Then a moment later, the child said, &lsquo;Oh, but Mom, come on.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Manager by this time had brought herself quietly behind them. Eventually the mother turned to Manager and asked&#58;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Which model is this one?&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;He&rsquo;s a B2,&rsquo; Manager said. &lsquo;Third series. For the right child, Rex will make a perfect companion. In particular, I feel he&rsquo;ll encourage a conscientious and studious attitude in a young person.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Well this young lady here could certainly do with that.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Oh, Mother, he&rsquo;s perfect.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Then the mother said&#58; &lsquo;B2, third series. The ones with the solar absorption problems, right?&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>She said it just like that, in front of Rex, her smile still on her face. Rex kept smiling too, but the child looked baffled and glanced from Rex to her mother.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;It&rsquo;s true,&rsquo; Manager said, &lsquo;that the third series had a few minor issues at the start. But those reports were greatly exaggerated. In environments with normal levels of light, there&rsquo;s no problem whatsoever.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;ve heard solar malabsorption can lead to further problems,&rsquo; the mother said. &lsquo;Even behavioral ones.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;With respect, ma&rsquo;am, series three models have brought immense happiness to many children. Unless you live in Alaska or down a mineshaft, you don&rsquo;t need to worry.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>The mother went on looking at Rex. Then finally she shook her head. &lsquo;I&rsquo;m sorry, Caroline. I can see why you like him. But he&rsquo;s not for us. We&rsquo;ll find one for you that&rsquo;s perfect.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Rex went on smiling until after the customers had left, and even after that, showed no sign of being sad. But that&rsquo;s when I remem&shy;bered about him making that joke, and I was sure then that those questions about the Sun, about how much of his nourishment we could have, had been in Rex&rsquo;s mind for some time.<br>&#160;<br>Today, of course, I realize Rex wouldn&rsquo;t have been the only one. But officially, it wasn&rsquo;t an issue at all &ndash; every one of us had specifi&shy;cations that guaranteed we couldn&rsquo;t be affected by factors such as our positioning within a room. Even so, an AF would feel himself growing lethargic after a few hours away from the Sun, and start to worry there was something wrong with him &ndash; that he had some fault unique to him and that if it became known, he&rsquo;d never find a home.<br>&#160;<br>That was one reason why we always thought so much about being in the window. Each of us had been promised our turn, and each of us longed for it to come. That was partly to do with what Manager called the &lsquo;special honor&rsquo; of representing the store to the outside. Also, of course, whatever Manager said, we all knew we were more likely to be chosen while in the window. But the big thing, silently understood by us all, was the Sun and his nourish&shy;ment. Rosa did once bring it up with me, in a whisper, a little while before our turn came around.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Klara, do you think once we&rsquo;re in the window, we&rsquo;ll receive so much goodness we&rsquo;ll never get short again?&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>I was still quite new then, so didn&rsquo;t know how to answer, even though the same question had been in my mind.<br>&#160;<br>Then our turn finally came, and Rosa and I stepped into the window one morning, making sure not to knock over any of the display the way the pair before us had done the previous week. The store, of course, had yet to open, and I thought the grid would be fully down. But once we&rsquo;d seated ourselves on the Striped Sofa, I saw there was a narrow gap running along the bottom of the grid &ndash; Manager must have raised it a little when checking every&shy;thing was ready for us &ndash; and the Sun&rsquo;s light was making a bright rectangle that came up onto the platform and finished in a straight line just in front of us. We only needed to stretch our feet a little to place them within its warmth. I knew then that whatever the answer to Rosa&rsquo;s question, we were about to get all the nourish&shy;ment we would need for some time to come. And once Manager touched the switch and the grid climbed up all the way, we became covered in dazzling light.<br>&#160;<br>I should confess here that for me, there&rsquo;d always been another reason for wanting to be in the window which had nothing to do with the Sun&rsquo;s nourishment or being chosen. Unlike most AFs, unlike Rosa, I&rsquo;d always longed to see more of the outside &ndash; and to see it in all its detail. So once the grid went up, the realization that there was now only the glass between me and the sidewalk, that I was free to see, close up and whole, so many things I&rsquo;d seen before only as corners and edges, made me so excited that for a moment I nearly forgot about the Sun and his kindness to us.\"},{\"id\":\"80554149T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"When we were new, Rosa and I were mid-store, on the magazines table side, and could see through more than half of the window. So we were able to watch the outside &ndash; the office workers hurrying by, the taxis, the runners, the tourists, Beggar Man and his dog, the lower part of the RPO Building. Once we were more settled, Manager allowed us to walk up to the front until we were right behind the window display, and then we could see how tall the RPO Building was. And if we were there at just the right time, we would see the Sun on his journey, crossing between the building tops from our side over to the RPO Building side.<br>&#160;<br>When I was lucky enough to see him like that, I&rsquo;d lean my face forward to take in as much of his nourishment as I could, and if Rosa was with me, I&rsquo;d tell her to do the same. After a minute or two, we&rsquo;d have to return to our positions, and when we were new, we used to worry that because we often couldn&rsquo;t see the Sun from mid-store, we&rsquo;d grow weaker and weaker. Boy AF Rex, who was alongside us then, told us there was nothing to worry about, that the Sun had ways of reaching us wherever we were. He pointed to the floorboards and said, &lsquo;That&rsquo;s the Sun&rsquo;s pattern right there. If you&rsquo;re worried, you can just touch it and get strong again.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>There were no customers when he said this, and Manager was busy arranging something up on the Red Shelves, and I didn&rsquo;t want to disturb her by asking permission. So I gave Rosa a glance, and when she looked back blankly, I took two steps forward, crouched down and reached out both hands to the Sun&rsquo;s pattern on the floor. But as soon as my fingers touched it, the pattern faded, and though I tried all I could &ndash; I patted the spot where it had been, and when that didn&rsquo;t work, rubbed my hands over the floorboards &ndash; it wouldn&rsquo;t come back. When I stood up again Boy AF Rex said&#58;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Klara, that was greedy. You girl AFs are always so greedy.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Even though I was new then, it occurred to me straight away it might not have been my fault; that the Sun had withdrawn his pattern by chance just when I&rsquo;d been touching it. But Boy AF Rex&rsquo;s face remained serious.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;You took all the nourishment for yourself, Klara. Look, it&rsquo;s gone almost dark.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Sure enough the light inside the store had become very gloomy. Even outside on the sidewalk, the Tow-Away Zone sign on the lamp post looked gray and faint.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;m sorry,&rsquo; I said to Rex, then turning to Rosa&#58; &lsquo;I&rsquo;m sorry. I didn&rsquo;t mean to take it all myself.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Because of you,&rsquo; Boy AF Rex said, &lsquo;I&rsquo;m going to become weak by evening.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;You&rsquo;re making a joke,&rsquo; I said to him. &lsquo;I know you are.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;m not making a joke. I could get sick right now. And what about those AFs rear-store? There&rsquo;s already something not right with them. They&rsquo;re bound to get worse now. You were greedy, Klara.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I don&rsquo;t believe you,&rsquo; I said, but I was no longer so sure. I looked at Rosa, but her expression was still blank.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;m feeling sick already,&rsquo; Boy AF Rex said. And he sagged forward.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;But you just said yourself. The Sun always has ways to reach us. You&rsquo;re making a joke, I know you are.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>I managed in the end to convince myself Boy AF Rex was teas&shy;ing me. But what I sensed that day was that I had, without mean&shy;ing to, made Rex bring up something uncomfortable, something most AFs in the store preferred not to talk about. Then not long afterwards that thing happened to Boy AF Rex, which made me think that even if he had been joking that day, a part of him had been serious too.<br>&#160;<br>It was a bright morning, and Rex was no longer beside us because Manager had moved him to the front alcove. Manager always said that every position was carefully conceived, and that we were as likely to be chosen when standing at one as at another. Even so, we all knew the gaze of a customer entering the store would fall first on the front alcove, and Rex was naturally pleased to get his turn there. We watched him from mid-store, stand&shy;ing with his chin raised, the Sun&rsquo;s pattern all over him, and Rosa leaned over to me once to say, &lsquo;Oh, he does look wonderful! He&rsquo;s bound to find a home soon!&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>On Rex&rsquo;s third day in the front alcove, a girl came in with her mother. I wasn&rsquo;t so good then at telling ages, but I remember esti&shy;mating thirteen and a half for the girl, and I think now that was correct. The mother was an office worker, and from her shoes and suit we could tell she was high-ranking. The girl went straight to Rex and stood in front of him, while the mother came wandering our way, glanced at us, then went on towards the rear, where two AFs were sitting on the Glass Table, swinging their legs freely as Manager had told them to do. At one point the mother called, but the girl ignored her and went on staring up at Rex&rsquo;s face. Then the child reached out and ran a hand down Rex&rsquo;s arm. Rex said noth&shy;ing, of course, just smiled down at her and remained still, exactly as we&rsquo;d been told to do when a customer showed special interest.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Look!&rsquo; Rosa whispered. &lsquo;She&rsquo;s going to choose him! She loves him. He&rsquo;s so lucky!&rsquo; I nudged Rosa sharply to silence her, because we could easily be heard.<br>&#160;<br>Now it was the girl who called to the mother, and then soon they were both standing in front of Boy AF Rex, looking him up and down, the girl sometimes reaching forward and touching him. The two conferred in soft voices, and I heard the girl say at one point, &lsquo;But he&rsquo;s perfect, Mom. He&rsquo;s beautiful.&rsquo; Then a moment later, the child said, &lsquo;Oh, but Mom, come on.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Manager by this time had brought herself quietly behind them. Eventually the mother turned to Manager and asked&#58;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Which model is this one?&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;He&rsquo;s a B2,&rsquo; Manager said. &lsquo;Third series. For the right child, Rex will make a perfect companion. In particular, I feel he&rsquo;ll encourage a conscientious and studious attitude in a young person.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Well this young lady here could certainly do with that.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Oh, Mother, he&rsquo;s perfect.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Then the mother said&#58; &lsquo;B2, third series. The ones with the solar absorption problems, right?&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>She said it just like that, in front of Rex, her smile still on her face. Rex kept smiling too, but the child looked baffled and glanced from Rex to her mother.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;It&rsquo;s true,&rsquo; Manager said, &lsquo;that the third series had a few minor issues at the start. But those reports were greatly exaggerated. In environments with normal levels of light, there&rsquo;s no problem whatsoever.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;ve heard solar malabsorption can lead to further problems,&rsquo; the mother said. &lsquo;Even behavioral ones.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;With respect, ma&rsquo;am, series three models have brought immense happiness to many children. Unless you live in Alaska or down a mineshaft, you don&rsquo;t need to worry.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>The mother went on looking at Rex. Then finally she shook her head. &lsquo;I&rsquo;m sorry, Caroline. I can see why you like him. But he&rsquo;s not for us. We&rsquo;ll find one for you that&rsquo;s perfect.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Rex went on smiling until after the customers had left, and even after that, showed no sign of being sad. But that&rsquo;s when I remem&shy;bered about him making that joke, and I was sure then that those questions about the Sun, about how much of his nourishment we could have, had been in Rex&rsquo;s mind for some time.<br>&#160;<br>Today, of course, I realize Rex wouldn&rsquo;t have been the only one. But officially, it wasn&rsquo;t an issue at all &ndash; every one of us had specifi&shy;cations that guaranteed we couldn&rsquo;t be affected by factors such as our positioning within a room. Even so, an AF would feel himself growing lethargic after a few hours away from the Sun, and start to worry there was something wrong with him &ndash; that he had some fault unique to him and that if it became known, he&rsquo;d never find a home.<br>&#160;<br>That was one reason why we always thought so much about being in the window. Each of us had been promised our turn, and each of us longed for it to come. That was partly to do with what Manager called the &lsquo;special honor&rsquo; of representing the store to the outside. Also, of course, whatever Manager said, we all knew we were more likely to be chosen while in the window. But the big thing, silently understood by us all, was the Sun and his nourish&shy;ment. Rosa did once bring it up with me, in a whisper, a little while before our turn came around.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Klara, do you think once we&rsquo;re in the window, we&rsquo;ll receive so much goodness we&rsquo;ll never get short again?&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>I was still quite new then, so didn&rsquo;t know how to answer, even though the same question had been in my mind.<br>&#160;<br>Then our turn finally came, and Rosa and I stepped into the window one morning, making sure not to knock over any of the display the way the pair before us had done the previous week. The store, of course, had yet to open, and I thought the grid would be fully down. But once we&rsquo;d seated ourselves on the Striped Sofa, I saw there was a narrow gap running along the bottom of the grid &ndash; Manager must have raised it a little when checking every&shy;thing was ready for us &ndash; and the Sun&rsquo;s light was making a bright rectangle that came up onto the platform and finished in a straight line just in front of us. We only needed to stretch our feet a little to place them within its warmth. I knew then that whatever the answer to Rosa&rsquo;s question, we were about to get all the nourish&shy;ment we would need for some time to come. And once Manager touched the switch and the grid climbed up all the way, we became covered in dazzling light.<br>&#160;<br>I should confess here that for me, there&rsquo;d always been another reason for wanting to be in the window which had nothing to do with the Sun&rsquo;s nourishment or being chosen. Unlike most AFs, unlike Rosa, I&rsquo;d always longed to see more of the outside &ndash; and to see it in all its detail. So once the grid went up, the realization that there was now only the glass between me and the sidewalk, that I was free to see, close up and whole, so many things I&rsquo;d seen before only as corners and edges, made me so excited that for a moment I nearly forgot about the Sun and his kindness to us.\"},{\"id\":\"124406017T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"When we were new, Rosa and I were mid-store, on the magazines table side, and could see through more than half of the window. So we were able to watch the outside - the office workers hurrying by, the taxis, the runners, the tourists, Beggar Man and his dog, the lower part of the RPO Building. Once we were more settled, Manager allowed us to walk up to the front until we were right behind the window display, and then we could see how tall the RPO Building was. And if we were there at just the right time, we would see the Sun on his journey, crossing between the building tops from our side over to the RPO Building side.<br/><br/>When I was lucky enough to see him like that, I'd lean my face forward to take in as much of his nourishment as I could, and if Rosa was with me, I'd tell her to do the same. After a minute or two, we'd have to return to our positions, and when we were new, we used to worry that because we often couldn't see the Sun from mid-store, we'd grow weaker and weaker. Boy AF Rex, who was alongside us then, told us there was nothing to worry about, that the Sun had ways of reaching us wherever we were. He pointed to the floorboards and said, 'That's the Sun's pattern right there. If you're worried, you can just touch it and get strong again.'<br/><br/>There were no customers when he said this, and Manager was busy arranging something up on the Red Shelves, and I didn't want to disturb her by asking permission. So I gave Rosa a glance, and when she looked back blankly, I took two steps forward, crouched down and reached out both hands to the Sun's pattern on the floor. But as soon as my fingers touched it, the pattern faded, and though I tried all I could - I patted the spot where it had been, and when that didn't work, rubbed my hands over the floorboards - it wouldn't come back. When I stood up again Boy AF Rex said:<br/><br/>'Klara, that was greedy. You girl AFs are always so greedy.'<br/><br/>Even though I was new then, it occurred to me straight away it might not have been my fault; that the Sun had withdrawn his pattern by chance just when I'd been touching it. But Boy AF Rex's face remained serious.<br/><br/>'You took all the nourishment for yourself, Klara. Look, it's gone almost dark.'<br/><br/>Sure enough the light inside the store had become very gloomy. Even outside on the sidewalk, the Tow-Away Zone sign on the lamp post looked gray and faint.<br/><br/>'I'm sorry,' I said to Rex, then turning to Rosa: 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it all myself.'<br/><br/>'Because of you,' Boy AF Rex said, 'I'm going to become weak by evening.'<br/><br/>'You're making a joke,' I said to him. 'I know you are.'<br/><br/>'I'm not making a joke. I could get sick right now. And what about those AFs rear-store? There's already something not right with them. They're bound to get worse now. You were greedy, Klara.'<br/><br/>'I don't believe you,' I said, but I was no longer so sure. I looked at Rosa, but her expression was still blank.<br/><br/>'I'm feeling sick already,' Boy AF Rex said. And he sagged forward.<br/><br/>'But you just said yourself. The Sun always has ways to reach us. You're making a joke, I know you are.'<br/><br/>I managed in the end to convince myself Boy AF Rex was teas­ing me. But what I sensed that day was that I had, without mean­ing to, made Rex bring up something uncomfortable, something most AFs in the store preferred not to talk about. Then not long afterwards that thing happened to Boy AF Rex, which made me think that even if he had been joking that day, a part of him had been serious too.<br/><br/>It was a bright morning, and Rex was no longer beside us because Manager had moved him to the front alcove. Manager always said that every position was carefully conceived, and that we were as likely to be chosen when standing at one as at another. Even so, we all knew the gaze of a customer entering the store would fall first on the front alcove, and Rex was naturally pleased to get his turn there. We watched him from mid-store, stand­ing with his chin raised, the Sun's pattern all over him, and Rosa leaned over to me once to say, 'Oh, he does look wonderful! He's bound to find a home soon!'<br/><br/>On Rex's third day in the front alcove, a girl came in with her mother. I wasn't so good then at telling ages, but I remember esti­mating thirteen and a half for the girl, and I think now that was<br/>correct. The mother was an office worker, and from her shoes and suit we could tell she was high-ranking. The girl went straight to Rex and stood in front of him, while the mother came wandering our way, glanced at us, then went on towards the rear, where two AFs were sitting on the Glass Table, swinging their legs freely as Manager had told them to do. At one point the mother called, but the girl ignored her and went on staring up at Rex's face. Then the child reached out and ran a hand down Rex's arm. Rex said noth­ing, of course, just smiled down at her and remained still, exactly as we'd been told to do when a customer showed special interest.<br/><br/>'Look!' Rosa whispered. 'She's going to choose him! She loves him. He's so lucky!' I nudged Rosa sharply to silence her, because we could easily be heard.<br/><br/>Now it was the girl who called to the mother, and then soon they were both standing in front of Boy AF Rex, looking him up and down, the girl sometimes reaching forward and touching him. The two conferred in soft voices, and I heard the girl say at one point, 'But he's perfect, Mom. He's beautiful.' Then a moment later, the child said, 'Oh, but Mom, come on.'<br/><br/>Manager by this time had brought herself quietly behind them. Eventually the mother turned to Manager and asked:<br/><br/>'Which model is this one?'<br/><br/>'He's a B2,' Manager said. 'Third series. For the right child, Rex will make a perfect companion. In particular, I feel he'll encourage a conscientious and studious attitude in a young person.'<br/><br/>'Well this young lady here could certainly do with that.'<br/><br/>'Oh, Mother, he's perfect.'<br/><br/>Then the mother said: 'B2, third series. The ones with the solar absorption problems, right?'<br/><br/>She said it just like that, in front of Rex, her smile still on her face. Rex kept smiling too, but the child looked baffled and glanced from Rex to her mother.<br/><br/>'It's true,' Manager said, 'that the third series had a few minor issues at the start. But those reports were greatly exaggerated. In environments with normal levels of light, there's no problem whatsoever.'<br/><br/>'I've heard solar malabsorption can lead to further problems,' the mother said. 'Even behavioral ones.'<br/><br/>'With respect, ma'am, series three models have brought immense happiness to many children. Unless you live in Alaska or down a mineshaft, you don't need to worry.'<br/><br/>The mother went on looking at Rex. Then finally she shook her head. 'I'm sorry, Caroline. I can see why you like him. But he's not for us. We'll find one for you that's perfect.'<br/><br/>Rex went on smiling until after the customers had left, and even after that, showed no sign of being sad. But that's when I remem­bered about him making that joke, and I was sure then that those questions about the Sun, about how much of his nourishment we could have, had been in Rex's mind for some time.<br/><br/>Today, of course, I realize Rex wouldn't have been the only one. But officially, it wasn't an issue at all - every one of us had specifi­cations that guaranteed we couldn't be affected by factors such as our positioning within a room. Even so, an AF would feel himself growing lethargic after a few hours away from the Sun, and start to worry there was something wrong with him - that he had some fault unique to him and that if it became known, he'd never find a home.<br/><br/>That was one reason why we always thought so much about being in the window. Each of us had been promised our turn, and each of us longed for it to come. That was partly to do with what Manager called the 'special honor' of representing the store to the outside. Also, of course, whatever Manager said, we all knew we were more likely to be chosen while in the window. But the big thing, silently understood by us all, was the Sun and his nourish­ment. Rosa did once bring it up with me, in a whisper, a little while before our turn came around.<br/><br/>'Klara, do you think once we're in the window, we'll receive so much goodness we'll never get short again?'<br/><br/>I was still quite new then, so didn't know how to answer, even though the same question had been in my mind.<br/><br/>Then our turn finally came, and Rosa and I stepped into the window one morning, making sure not to knock over any of the display the way the pair before us had done the previous week. The store, of course, had yet to open, and I thought the grid would be fully down. But once we'd seated ourselves on the Striped Sofa, I saw there was a narrow gap running along the bottom of the grid - Manager must have raised it a little when checking every­thing was ready for us - and the Sun's light was making a bright rectangle that came up onto the platform and finished in a straight line just in front of us. We only needed to stretch our feet a little to place them within its warmth. I knew then that whatever the answer to Rosa's question, we were about to get all the nourish­ment we would need for some time to come. And once Manager touched the switch and the grid climbed up all the way, we became covered in dazzling light.<br/><br/>I should confess here that for me, there'd always been another reason for wanting to be in the window which had nothing to do with the Sun's nourishment or being chosen. Unlike most AFs, unlike Rosa, I'd always longed to see more of the outside - and to see it in all its detail. So once the grid went up, the realization that there was now only the glass between me and the sidewalk, that I was free to see, close up and whole, so many things I'd seen before only as corners and edges, made me so excited that for a moment I nearly forgot about the Sun and his kindness to us.\"},{\"id\":\"75028900T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"When we were new, Rosa and I were mid-store, on the magazines table side, and could see through more than half of the window. So we were able to watch the outside &ndash; the office workers hurrying by, the taxis, the runners, the tourists, Beggar Man and his dog, the lower part of the RPO Building. Once we were more settled, Manager allowed us to walk up to the front until we were right behind the window display, and then we could see how tall the RPO Building was. And if we were there at just the right time, we would see the Sun on his journey, crossing between the building tops from our side over to the RPO Building side.<br>&#160;<br>When I was lucky enough to see him like that, I&rsquo;d lean my face forward to take in as much of his nourishment as I could, and if Rosa was with me, I&rsquo;d tell her to do the same. After a minute or two, we&rsquo;d have to return to our positions, and when we were new, we used to worry that because we often couldn&rsquo;t see the Sun from mid-store, we&rsquo;d grow weaker and weaker. Boy AF Rex, who was alongside us then, told us there was nothing to worry about, that the Sun had ways of reaching us wherever we were. He pointed to the floorboards and said, &lsquo;That&rsquo;s the Sun&rsquo;s pattern right there. If you&rsquo;re worried, you can just touch it and get strong again.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>There were no customers when he said this, and Manager was busy arranging something up on the Red Shelves, and I didn&rsquo;t want to disturb her by asking permission. So I gave Rosa a glance, and when she looked back blankly, I took two steps forward, crouched down and reached out both hands to the Sun&rsquo;s pattern on the floor. But as soon as my fingers touched it, the pattern faded, and though I tried all I could &ndash; I patted the spot where it had been, and when that didn&rsquo;t work, rubbed my hands over the floorboards &ndash; it wouldn&rsquo;t come back. When I stood up again Boy AF Rex said&#58;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Klara, that was greedy. You girl AFs are always so greedy.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Even though I was new then, it occurred to me straight away it might not have been my fault; that the Sun had withdrawn his pattern by chance just when I&rsquo;d been touching it. But Boy AF Rex&rsquo;s face remained serious.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;You took all the nourishment for yourself, Klara. Look, it&rsquo;s gone almost dark.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Sure enough the light inside the store had become very gloomy. Even outside on the sidewalk, the Tow-Away Zone sign on the lamp post looked gray and faint.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;m sorry,&rsquo; I said to Rex, then turning to Rosa&#58; &lsquo;I&rsquo;m sorry. I didn&rsquo;t mean to take it all myself.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Because of you,&rsquo; Boy AF Rex said, &lsquo;I&rsquo;m going to become weak by evening.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;You&rsquo;re making a joke,&rsquo; I said to him. &lsquo;I know you are.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;m not making a joke. I could get sick right now. And what about those AFs rear-store? There&rsquo;s already something not right with them. They&rsquo;re bound to get worse now. You were greedy, Klara.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I don&rsquo;t believe you,&rsquo; I said, but I was no longer so sure. I looked at Rosa, but her expression was still blank.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;m feeling sick already,&rsquo; Boy AF Rex said. And he sagged forward.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;But you just said yourself. The Sun always has ways to reach us. You&rsquo;re making a joke, I know you are.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>I managed in the end to convince myself Boy AF Rex was teas&shy;ing me. But what I sensed that day was that I had, without mean&shy;ing to, made Rex bring up something uncomfortable, something most AFs in the store preferred not to talk about. Then not long afterwards that thing happened to Boy AF Rex, which made me think that even if he had been joking that day, a part of him had been serious too.<br>&#160;<br>It was a bright morning, and Rex was no longer beside us because Manager had moved him to the front alcove. Manager always said that every position was carefully conceived, and that we were as likely to be chosen when standing at one as at another. Even so, we all knew the gaze of a customer entering the store would fall first on the front alcove, and Rex was naturally pleased to get his turn there. We watched him from mid-store, stand&shy;ing with his chin raised, the Sun&rsquo;s pattern all over him, and Rosa leaned over to me once to say, &lsquo;Oh, he does look wonderful! He&rsquo;s bound to find a home soon!&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>On Rex&rsquo;s third day in the front alcove, a girl came in with her mother. I wasn&rsquo;t so good then at telling ages, but I remember esti&shy;mating thirteen and a half for the girl, and I think now that was correct. The mother was an office worker, and from her shoes and suit we could tell she was high-ranking. The girl went straight to Rex and stood in front of him, while the mother came wandering our way, glanced at us, then went on towards the rear, where two AFs were sitting on the Glass Table, swinging their legs freely as Manager had told them to do. At one point the mother called, but the girl ignored her and went on staring up at Rex&rsquo;s face. Then the child reached out and ran a hand down Rex&rsquo;s arm. Rex said noth&shy;ing, of course, just smiled down at her and remained still, exactly as we&rsquo;d been told to do when a customer showed special interest.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Look!&rsquo; Rosa whispered. &lsquo;She&rsquo;s going to choose him! She loves him. He&rsquo;s so lucky!&rsquo; I nudged Rosa sharply to silence her, because we could easily be heard.<br>&#160;<br>Now it was the girl who called to the mother, and then soon they were both standing in front of Boy AF Rex, looking him up and down, the girl sometimes reaching forward and touching him. The two conferred in soft voices, and I heard the girl say at one point, &lsquo;But he&rsquo;s perfect, Mom. He&rsquo;s beautiful.&rsquo; Then a moment later, the child said, &lsquo;Oh, but Mom, come on.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Manager by this time had brought herself quietly behind them. Eventually the mother turned to Manager and asked&#58;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Which model is this one?&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;He&rsquo;s a B2,&rsquo; Manager said. &lsquo;Third series. For the right child, Rex will make a perfect companion. In particular, I feel he&rsquo;ll encourage a conscientious and studious attitude in a young person.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Well this young lady here could certainly do with that.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Oh, Mother, he&rsquo;s perfect.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Then the mother said&#58; &lsquo;B2, third series. The ones with the solar absorption problems, right?&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>She said it just like that, in front of Rex, her smile still on her face. Rex kept smiling too, but the child looked baffled and glanced from Rex to her mother.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;It&rsquo;s true,&rsquo; Manager said, &lsquo;that the third series had a few minor issues at the start. But those reports were greatly exaggerated. In environments with normal levels of light, there&rsquo;s no problem whatsoever.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;I&rsquo;ve heard solar malabsorption can lead to further problems,&rsquo; the mother said. &lsquo;Even behavioral ones.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;With respect, ma&rsquo;am, series three models have brought immense happiness to many children. Unless you live in Alaska or down a mineshaft, you don&rsquo;t need to worry.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>The mother went on looking at Rex. Then finally she shook her head. &lsquo;I&rsquo;m sorry, Caroline. I can see why you like him. But he&rsquo;s not for us. We&rsquo;ll find one for you that&rsquo;s perfect.&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>Rex went on smiling until after the customers had left, and even after that, showed no sign of being sad. But that&rsquo;s when I remem&shy;bered about him making that joke, and I was sure then that those questions about the Sun, about how much of his nourishment we could have, had been in Rex&rsquo;s mind for some time.<br>&#160;<br>Today, of course, I realize Rex wouldn&rsquo;t have been the only one. But officially, it wasn&rsquo;t an issue at all &ndash; every one of us had specifi&shy;cations that guaranteed we couldn&rsquo;t be affected by factors such as our positioning within a room. Even so, an AF would feel himself growing lethargic after a few hours away from the Sun, and start to worry there was something wrong with him &ndash; that he had some fault unique to him and that if it became known, he&rsquo;d never find a home.<br>&#160;<br>That was one reason why we always thought so much about being in the window. Each of us had been promised our turn, and each of us longed for it to come. That was partly to do with what Manager called the &lsquo;special honor&rsquo; of representing the store to the outside. Also, of course, whatever Manager said, we all knew we were more likely to be chosen while in the window. But the big thing, silently understood by us all, was the Sun and his nourish&shy;ment. Rosa did once bring it up with me, in a whisper, a little while before our turn came around.<br>&#160;<br>&lsquo;Klara, do you think once we&rsquo;re in the window, we&rsquo;ll receive so much goodness we&rsquo;ll never get short again?&rsquo;<br>&#160;<br>I was still quite new then, so didn&rsquo;t know how to answer, even though the same question had been in my mind.<br>&#160;<br>Then our turn finally came, and Rosa and I stepped into the window one morning, making sure not to knock over any of the display the way the pair before us had done the previous week. The store, of course, had yet to open, and I thought the grid would be fully down. But once we&rsquo;d seated ourselves on the Striped Sofa, I saw there was a narrow gap running along the bottom of the grid &ndash; Manager must have raised it a little when checking every&shy;thing was ready for us &ndash; and the Sun&rsquo;s light was making a bright rectangle that came up onto the platform and finished in a straight line just in front of us. We only needed to stretch our feet a little to place them within its warmth. I knew then that whatever the answer to Rosa&rsquo;s question, we were about to get all the nourish&shy;ment we would need for some time to come. And once Manager touched the switch and the grid climbed up all the way, we became covered in dazzling light.<br>&#160;<br>I should confess here that for me, there&rsquo;d always been another reason for wanting to be in the window which had nothing to do with the Sun&rsquo;s nourishment or being chosen. Unlike most AFs, unlike Rosa, I&rsquo;d always longed to see more of the outside &ndash; and to see it in all its detail. So once the grid went up, the realization that there was now only the glass between me and the sidewalk, that I was free to see, close up and whole, so many things I&rsquo;d seen before only as corners and edges, made me so excited that for a moment I nearly forgot about the Sun and his kindness to us.\"},{\"id\":\"119449204T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b><b><b><b><b><b><b>A <i>NEW YORK TIMES</i> NOTABLE BOOK * </b></b></b></b></b></b>A BOOKER PRIZE NOMINEE <b><i>*</i> <b><i>GOOD MORNING AMERICA </i>Book Club Pick <b><b>*</b></b></b></b> ONE OF PRESIDENT OBAMA'S FAVORITE BOOKS OF THE YEAR <b><b><i>*</i></b> </b>ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR: <i>The New York Times, Time, </i>NPR<i>, Washington Post, Vogue</i>, <i>USA Today, Town & Country, The Guardian, Vulture</i>, and more<br/></b> <br/><i>\\\"</i>One of the most affecting and profound novels Ishiguro has written....I'll go for broke and call <i>Klara and the Sun</i> a masterpiece that will make you think about life, mortality, the saving grace of love: in short, the all of it.\\\"<br/><i><b>-</b></i><b>Maureen Corrigan, NPR</b><br/><br/>\\\"A delicate, haunting story, steeped in sorrow and hope.\\\"<br/><i><b>-</b></i><b>Ron Charles,</b><i><b> The Washington Post</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"What stays with you in 'Klara and the Sun' is the haunting narrative voice-a genuinely innocent, egoless perspective on the strange behavior of humans obsessed and wounded by power, status and fear.\\\" <b>-Booker Prize committee</b><br/><br/>\\\"It aspires to enchantment, or to put it another way, reenchantment, the restoration of magic to a disenchanted world. Ishiguro drapes realism like a thin cloth over a primordial cosmos. Every so often, the cloth slips, revealing the old gods, the terrible beasts, the warring forces of light and darkness.\\\"<br/><i><b>-</b></i><b>Judith Shulevitz,</b><i><b> The Atlantic</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Ishiguro's prose is soft and quiet. It feels like the perfect book to curl up with on a Sunday afternoon. He allows the story to unfold slowly and organically, revealing enough on every page to continue piquing the reader's curiosity. The novel is an intriguing take on how artificial intelligence might play a role in our futures...a poignant meditation on love and loneliness\\\"<br/><i><b>-</b></i><b>Maggie Sprayregen, <i>The Associated Press</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"For four decades now, Ishiguro has written eloquently about the balancing act of remembering without succumbing irrevocably to the past. Memory and the accounting of memory, its burdens and its reconciliation, have been his subjects... <i>Klara and the Sun </i>complements [Ishiguro's] brilliant vision...There's no narrative instinct more essential, or more human.\\\"<br/><b><i><b>-</b>The New York Times</i> Book Review<br/></b><br/>\\\"A prayer is a postcard asking for a favor, sent upward. Whether our postcards are read by anyone has become the searching doubt of Ishiguro's recent novels, in which this master, so utterly unlike his peers, goes about creating his ordinary, strange, godless allegories.\\\"<b><br/></b><i><b>-</b></i><b>James Wood, <i>The New Yorker</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"One of the joys of Ishiguro's novels is the way they recall and reframe each other, almost like the same stories told in different formats...Again and again, Ishiguro asks: What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to have a self? And how much of that self can and should we give to others?\\\"<b><br/><i>-</i>NPR</b><br/><br/>\\\"Moving and beautiful... an unequivocal return to form, a meditation in the subtlest shades on the subject of whether our species will be able to live with everything it has created... [A] feverish read, [a] one-sitter... Few writers who've ever lived have been able to create moods of transience, loss and existential self-doubt as Ishiguro has - not art about the feelings, but the feelings themselves.\\\"<br/><b><i><b>-</b>The Los Angeles Times</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"As with Ishiguro's other works, the rich inner reflections of his protagonists offer big takeaways, and Klara's quiet but astute observations of human nature land with profound gravity . . . This dazzling genre-bending work is a delight.\\\" <br/><b><i><b>-</b>Publishers Weekly </i>[starred review]</b><br/><br/>\\\"A haunting fable of a lonely, moribund world that is entirely too plausible.\\\"<br/><b><i><b>-</b>Kirkus Reviews</i> [starred review]<br/><br/>Praise from the UK:<br/><br/></b>\\\"There is something so steady and beautiful about the way Klara is always approaching connection, like a Zeno's arrow of the heart. People will absolutely love this book, in part because it enacts the way we learn how to love. <i>Klara and the Sun</i> is wise like a child who decides, just for a little while, to love their doll. \\\"What can children know about genuine love?\\\" Klara asks. The answer, of course, is everything.\\\"<b><br/><b>-Anne Enright, <i>The Guardian</i></b><br/><br/></b>\\\"Flawless . . . This is a novel for fans of <i>Never Let Me Go</i>, with which it shares a DNA of emotional openness, the quality of letting us see ourselves from the outside, and a vision of humanity which - while not exactly optimistic - is tender, touching and true.\\\"<b><br/><b>-John Self, <i>The Times</i></b><br/><br/></b>\\\"With its hushed intensity of emotion, this fable about robot love and loneliness confirms Ishiguro as a master prose stylist.\\\"<b><br/><b>-Ian Thomson, <i>The Evening Standard</i></b><br/><br/></b>\\\"It is innocence that forms Ishiguro's major subject, explored in novels at once familiar and strange, which only gradually display their true and devastating significance.\\\"<b><br/><b>-Jon Day, <i>The Financial Times</i></b><br/><br/></b>\\\"The novel is a masterpiece of great beauty, meticulous control and, as ever, clear, simple prose.\\\"<b><br/><b>-Bryan Appleyard, <i>The Sunday Times</i></b><br/><br/></b>\\\"A deft dystopian fable about the innocence of a robot that asks big questions about existence\\\"<b><br/><i><b>-</b>The Financial Times</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"119449203T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"2021 Booker Prize, Long-listed<br/>2022 Prometheus Award, Short-listed<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"91152517T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Nobel Laureate Kazuo Ishiguro does not disappoint with the story of Klara, an advanced and keenly observant Artificial Friend whose sole purpose is to help the child who owns her. Hopeful and haunting at the same time, Klara&#8217;s story leads to big questions that will leave you digging deep for answers.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"74824823T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Nobel Laureate Kazuo Ishiguro does not disappoint with this latest novel set in a technologically advanced society that feels not dissimilar from our own. We see and understand the world through Klara, an advanced and keenly observant Artificial Friend whose sole purpose is to help the child who owns her. Hopeful and haunting at the same time, Klara’s story leads to big questions: What qualities make a person unique? How do we value people and things in our society? What does it mean to love?</p>\"},{\"id\":\"74997629T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"The questions, discussion topics, and other material that follow are intended to enhance your group&rsquo;s conversation of Kazuo Ishiguro&rsquo;s <i>Klara and the Sun</i>, a moving tale by a contemporary literary master about the power of love to heal and forge connections even beyond the realm of human consciousness.<br><p>1. The setting of Klara and the Sun is sometime in the future, when artificial intelligence (AI) has become more integrated into human society. Which elements of the novel felt familiar to you at the time of reading, which felt hard to imagine, and which were easy to imagine as a possibility for your lifetime?</p><p>2. Klara is prized for her observational qualities as an Artificial Friend. How do the tone and style of her first-person narration help to convey the degree of her attention to detail?</p><p>3. Does the term &ldquo;Artificial Friend&rdquo; resonate at all with you now, as a contemporary reader in the age of social media and the internet? What&rsquo;s the difference in the level of interaction between children and their &ldquo;artificial&rdquo; versus their real/human friends?</p><p>4. The details of Josie&rsquo;s illness are kept vague. Based on what we learn from the conversations among Helen, Chrissie, Paul, and Rick about the choices parents make for their children in this world, how might that have affected Josie&rsquo;s condition?</p><p>5. Sal, Josie&rsquo;s late sister, is said to have died from a disease when the girls were younger. What shadow does that loss cast on the family and over the novel as a whole?</p><p>6. Before Klara goes home with Josie, Klara and the other AFs have a rapport with one another, especially with Rosa. What do these conversations, thoughts, and feelings suggest about the sophistication of the AI technology in the novel, or about the unknown depths of the AFs&rsquo; consciousness?</p><p>7. What does Klara&rsquo;s connection to the Sun suggest about the nature of her inner world? Is her understanding of its power based mostly on what seems to be the plain facts of her existence&mdash;that she is powered by solar energy&mdash;or something deeper?</p><p>8. Rick and Josie carry on a quiet but intimate relationship through their drawings. What is unusual about their friendship and their plan for their future, given the social hierarchy for children based on their class and economic privilege?</p><p>9. Discuss Klara and the Mother&rsquo;s trip to Morgan&rsquo;s Falls together. How does the natural setting help the Mother to reveal some of her vulnerabilities and fears? Why do you think the Mother makes the choices she does for her daughter?</p><p>10. Discuss the scene at the diner with Helen, Rick, and Vance. How are these concerns about a child&rsquo;s ability to succeed, and the measures that people will take to alter those outcomes, similar and different from what happens in society now? Were those efforts to win Vance&rsquo;s favor fruitful in the end? What might Rick have been able to do to advance society&rsquo;s dependence on technology had his drone development and other engineering been supported?</p><p>11. Consider some of the ways that the characters in the book socialize&#58; the &ldquo;quick coffee&rdquo; with the Mother and Josie, the kids&rsquo; &ldquo;interaction meetings,&rdquo; Josie and Rick&rsquo;s drawing meetings, and the sessions Josie has with Mr. Capaldi. How did you interpret the tone and atmosphere of these moments of connection between humans?</p><p>12. What was your opinion on the plan to turn Klara into an avatar of Josie? Who would have benefitted most from Josie being able to &ldquo;live&rdquo; on in another form? Would you have made the same choice for your child or a loved one in the same situation?</p><p>13. Klara and Paul share a moment of concern and consideration regarding her ability to learn Josie&rsquo;s heart, which he describes as&#58; &ldquo;Rooms within rooms within rooms . . . No matter how long you wandered through those rooms, wouldn&rsquo;t there always be others you&rsquo;d not yet entered?&rdquo; (216). What do you make of Klara&rsquo;s response about the finitude of such metaphorical rooms? Would you say, in your own experience, you&rsquo;ve been able to explore and learn all the rooms of your own heart, or another person&rsquo;s?</p><p>14. Would you describe the relationship between Klara and Josie as love? Where did you notice what seemed like genuine love to you in the novel?</p><p>15. The novel engages in an important conversation about the harm that is being inflicted on the planet through the symbol of the Cootings Machine. How do the events of the novel comment on the value of nature to the health and well-being of humanity, and even to nonhuman beings?</p><p>16. What did you make of Klara&rsquo;s personification of the Sun, particularly in her final plea to save Josie? She observes in the layers of glass &ldquo;that in fact there existed a different version of the Sun&rsquo;s face on each of the glass surfaces . . . Although his face on the outermost glass was forbidding and aloof, and the one immediately behind it was, if anything, even more unfriendly, the two beyond that were softer and kinder&rdquo; (273). Have you ever experienced nature and other nonhuman entities in a similar way? What value does this have in our ability to experience compassion for each other?</p><p>17. 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But I'll venture this much: If she'd done nothing else, we'd still be in awe of her. <b>Wuthering Heights</b> alone put Emily Brontë in the pantheon, and her sister Charlotte and their older contemporary Mary Shelley might as well have saved themselves the trouble of writing anything but <b>Jane Eyre</b> and <b>Frankenstein</b>. <b>Sense and Sensibility</b>, published in 1811, is at least as mighty a work as any of these, and smarter than all three put together. And it would surely impress us even more without <b>Pride and Prejudice</b> (1813), <b>Mansfield Park</b> (1814), and <b>Emma</b> (1815) towering just up ahead. Austen wrote its ur-version, <b>Elinor and Marianne</b>, when she was nineteen, a year before <b>First Impressions</b>, which became <b>Pride and Prejudice</b>; she reconceived it as <b>Sense and Sensibility</b> when she was twenty-two, and she was thirty-six when it finally appeared. Like most first novels, it lays out what will be its author's lasting preoccupations: the \\\"three or four families in a country village\\\" (which Austen told her niece, in an often-quoted letter, was \\\"the very thing to work on\\\"). The interlocking anxieties over marriages, estates, and ecclesiastical \\\"livings.\\\" The secrets, deceptions, and self-deceptions that take several hundred pages to straighten out-to the extent that they get straightened out. The radical skepticism about human knowledge, human communication, and human possibility that informs almost every scene right up to the sort-of-happy ending. And the distinctive characters-the negligent or overindulgent parents, the bifurcating siblings (smart sister, beautiful sister; serious brother, coxcomb brother), the charming, corrupted young libertines. Unlike most first novels, though, Sense and Sensibility doesn't need our indulgence. It's good to go.<br/><br/>In the novels to come, Elinor Dashwood will morph into Anne Elliott and Elizabeth Bennet (who will morph into Emma Woodhouse); Edward Ferrars into Edmund Bertram, Mr. Knightley, Henry Tilney, and Captain Wentworth; Willoughby into George Wickham and Henry Crawford. But the characters in Sense and Sensibility stand convincingly on their own, every bit as memorable as their later avatars. If Austen doesn't have quite the Caliban-to-Ariel range of a Shakespeare, she can still conjure up and sympathize with both Mrs. Jennings-the \\\"rather vulgar\\\" busybody with a borderline-unwholesome interest in young people's love lives, fits of refreshing horse sense, and a ruggedly good heart-and Marianne Dashwood, a wittily observed case study in Romanticism, a compassionately observed case study in sublimated adolescent sexuality, and a humorously observed case study in humorlessness. \\\"I should hardly call her a lively girl,\\\" Elinor observes to Edward, \\\"-she is very earnest, very eager in all she does-sometimes talks a great deal and always with animation-but she is not often really merry.\\\" Humorlessness, in fact, may be the one thing Marianne and her eventual lifemate, Colonel Brandon, have in common. (Sorry to give that plot point away; it won't be the last one, either. So, fair warning.) The minor characters have the sort of eidetic specificity you associate with Dickens: from the gruesomely mismatched Mr. and Mrs. Palmer to Robert Ferrars, splendidly impenetrable in his microcephalic self-complacency. The major characters, on the other hand, refuse to stay narrowly \\\"in character\\\"; they're always recognizably themselves, yet they seem as many-sided and changeable as people out in the nonfictional world.<br/><br/>Elinor makes as ambivalent a heroine as Mansfield Park's notoriously hard-to-warm-up-to Fanny Price. She's affectionately protective of her sister Marianne yet overfond of zinging her: \\\"It is not every one who has your passion for dead leaves.\\\" She's bemused at Marianne's self-dramatizing, yet she's as smug about suffering in silence as Marianne (who \\\"would have thought herself very inexcusable\\\" if she were able to sleep after Willoughby leaves Devonshire) is proud of suffering in Surround Sound. She can be treacherously clever, as when Lucy Steele speculates (correctly) that she may have offended Elinor by staking her claim to Edward: \\\" 'Offended me! How could you suppose so? Believe me,' and Elinor spoke it with the truest sincerity, 'nothing could be farther from my intention, than to give you such an idea.' \\\" Yet she can also be ponderously preachy: \\\"One observation may, I think, be fairly drawn from the whole of the story-that all Willoughby's difficulties, have arisen from the first offense against virtue, in his behaviour to Eliza Williams. That crime has been the origin of every lesser one, and of all his present discontents.\\\" (In the rest of Austen, only the intentionally preposterous Mary in Pride and Prejudice strikes just this note: \\\"Unhappy as the event may be for Lydia, we may draw from it this useful lesson; that loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable . . .\\\"). Is Elinor simply an intelligent young woman overtaxed by having to be the grown-up of the family? Or is she an unconsciously rivalrous sibling, sick of hearing that her younger, more beautiful sister will marry more advantageously? Or both? Or what? It's not that Austen doesn't have a clear conception of her-it's that she doesn't have a simple conception. Elinor is the character you know the most about, since Austen tells most of the story from her point of view, and consequently she's the one you're least able to nail with a couple of adjectives or a single defining moment.<br/><br/>Edward bothers us, too. He's a dreamboat only for a woman of Elinor's limited expectations: independent-minded yet passive and depressive, forthright and honorable yet engaged in a book-long cover-up. (It's a tour de force on Austen's part to present a character so burdened with a secret that we see his natural behavior only long after we've gotten used to him.) At his strongest and most appealing-to Elinor, at least-he's a clear-your-mind-of-cant kind of guy: \\\"I am not fond of nettles, or thistles, or heath blossoms. . . . A troop of tidy, happy villagers please me better than the finest banditti in the world.\\\" But he can also be a Hamlet-like whiner, complaining about his own idleness and vowing that his sons will be brought up \\\"to be as unlike myself as possible. In feeling, in action, in condition, in every thing.\\\" For my money, Edward is the least likable of Austen's heroes, while his opposite number, Willoughby, is the most sympathetic of her libertines: smarter than Pride and Prejudice's Wickham (a loser who gets stuck with the \\\"noisy\\\" and virtually portionless Lydia Bennet) and more warmhearted than Mansfield Park's textbook narcissist Henry Crawford. Willoughby may strike trendy Wordsworthian poses with his effusions on cottages (\\\"I consider it as the only form of building in which happiness is attainable\\\"), but at least he has enough sense to abhor his own callowness, and enough sexy boldness to discompose even the rational Elinor. \\\"She felt that his influence over her mind was heightened by circumstances which ought not in reason to have weight; by that person of uncommon attraction, that open, affectionate, and lively manner which it was no merit to possess . . .\\\" His opening line when he at last explains to her what he's been up to (\\\"Tell me honestly, do you think me most a knave or a fool?\\\") is one of those Byronic flourishes that make him the person in Sense and Sensibility you'd most want to dine with and least want to trust.\"},{\"id\":\"5055843T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"11\",\"text\":\"Sense and Sensibility, the first of those metaphorical bits of &quot;ivory&quot; on which Jane Austen said she worked with &quot;so fine a brush,&quot; jackhammers away at the idea that to conjecture is a vain and hopeless reflex of the mind. But I'll venture this much&#58; If she'd done nothing else, we'd still be in awe of her. <b>Wuthering Heights</b> alone put Emily Bront&#235; in the pantheon, and her sister Charlotte and their older contemporary Mary Shelley might as well have saved themselves the trouble of writing anything but <b>Jane Eyre</b> and <b>Frankenstein</b>. <b>Sense and Sensibility</b>, published in 1811, is at least as mighty a work as any of these, and smarter than all three put together. And it would surely impress us even more without <b>Pride and Prejudice</b> (1813), <b>Mansfield Park</b> (1814), and <b>Emma</b> (1815) towering just up ahead. Austen wrote its ur-version, <b>Elinor and Marianne</b>, when she was nineteen, a year before <b>First Impressions</b>, which became <b>Pride and Prejudice</b>; she reconceived it as <b>Sense and Sensibility</b> when she was twenty-two, and she was thirty-six when it finally appeared. Like most first novels, it lays out what will be its author's lasting preoccupations&#58; the &quot;three or four families in a country village&quot; (which Austen told her niece, in an often-quoted letter, was &quot;the very thing to work on&quot;). The interlocking anxieties over marriages, estates, and ecclesiastical &quot;livings.&quot; The secrets, deceptions, and self-deceptions that take several hundred pages to straighten out-to the extent that they get straightened out. The radical skepticism about human knowledge, human communication, and human possibility that informs almost every scene right up to the sort-of-happy ending. And the distinctive characters-the negligent or overindulgent parents, the bifurcating siblings (smart sister, beautiful sister; serious brother, coxcomb brother), the charming, corrupted young libertines. Unlike most first novels, though, Sense and Sensibility doesn't need our indulgence. It's good to go.<br><br>In the novels to come, Elinor Dashwood will morph into Anne Elliott and Elizabeth Bennet (who will morph into Emma Woodhouse); Edward Ferrars into Edmund Bertram, Mr. Knightley, Henry Tilney, and Captain Wentworth; Willoughby into George Wickham and Henry Crawford. But the characters in Sense and Sensibility stand convincingly on their own, every bit as memorable as their later avatars. If Austen doesn't have quite the Caliban-to-Ariel range of a Shakespeare, she can still conjure up and sympathize with both Mrs. Jennings-the &quot;rather vulgar&quot; busybody with a borderline-unwholesome interest in young people's love lives, fits of refreshing horse sense, and a ruggedly good heart-and Marianne Dashwood, a wittily observed case study in Romanticism, a compassionately observed case study in sublimated adolescent sexuality, and a humorously observed case study in humorlessness. &quot;I should hardly call her a lively girl,&quot; Elinor observes to Edward, &quot;-she is very earnest, very eager in all she does-sometimes talks a great deal and always with animation-but she is not often really merry.&quot; Humorlessness, in fact, may be the one thing Marianne and her eventual lifemate, Colonel Brandon, have in common. (Sorry to give that plot point away; it won't be the last one, either. So, fair warning.) The minor characters have the sort of eidetic specificity you associate with Dickens&#58; from the gruesomely mismatched Mr. and Mrs. Palmer to Robert Ferrars, splendidly impenetrable in his microcephalic self-complacency. The major characters, on the other hand, refuse to stay narrowly &quot;in character&quot;; they're always recognizably themselves, yet they seem as many-sided and changeable as people out in the nonfictional world.<br><br>Elinor makes as ambivalent a heroine as Mansfield Park's notoriously hard-to-warm-up-to Fanny Price. She's affectionately protective of her sister Marianne yet overfond of zinging her&#58; &quot;It is not every one who has your passion for dead leaves.&quot; She's bemused at Marianne's self-dramatizing, yet she's as smug about suffering in silence as Marianne (who &quot;would have thought herself very inexcusable&quot; if she were able to sleep after Willoughby leaves Devonshire) is proud of suffering in Surround Sound. She can be treacherously clever, as when Lucy Steele speculates (correctly) that she may have offended Elinor by staking her claim to Edward&#58; &quot; 'Offended me! How could you suppose so? Believe me,' and Elinor spoke it with the truest sincerity, 'nothing could be farther from my intention, than to give you such an idea.' &quot; Yet she can also be ponderously preachy&#58; &quot;One observation may, I think, be fairly drawn from the whole of the story-that all Willoughby's difficulties, have arisen from the first offense against virtue, in his behaviour to Eliza Williams. That crime has been the origin of every lesser one, and of all his present discontents.&quot; (In the rest of Austen, only the intentionally preposterous Mary in Pride and Prejudice strikes just this note&#58; &quot;Unhappy as the event may be for Lydia, we may draw from it this useful lesson; that loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable . . .&quot;). Is Elinor simply an intelligent young woman overtaxed by having to be the grown-up of the family? Or is she an unconsciously rivalrous sibling, sick of hearing that her younger, more beautiful sister will marry more advantageously? Or both? Or what? It's not that Austen doesn't have a clear conception of her-it's that she doesn't have a simple conception. Elinor is the character you know the most about, since Austen tells most of the story from her point of view, and consequently she's the one you're least able to nail with a couple of adjectives or a single defining moment.<br><br>Edward bothers us, too. He's a dreamboat only for a woman of Elinor's limited expectations&#58; independent-minded yet passive and depressive, forthright and honorable yet engaged in a book-long cover-up. (It's a tour de force on Austen's part to present a character so burdened with a secret that we see his natural behavior only long after we've gotten used to him.) At his strongest and most appealing-to Elinor, at least-he's a clear-your-mind-of-cant kind of guy&#58; &quot;I am not fond of nettles, or thistles, or heath blossoms. . . . A troop of tidy, happy villagers please me better than the finest banditti in the world.&quot; But he can also be a Hamlet-like whiner, complaining about his own idleness and vowing that his sons will be brought up &quot;to be as unlike myself as possible. In feeling, in action, in condition, in every thing.&quot; For my money, Edward is the least likable of Austen's heroes, while his opposite number, Willoughby, is the most sympathetic of her libertines&#58; smarter than Pride and Prejudice's Wickham (a loser who gets stuck with the &quot;noisy&quot; and virtually portionless Lydia Bennet) and more warmhearted than Mansfield Park's textbook narcissist Henry Crawford. Willoughby may strike trendy Wordsworthian poses with his effusions on cottages (&quot;I consider it as the only form of building in which happiness is attainable&quot;), but at least he has enough sense to abhor his own callowness, and enough sexy boldness to discompose even the rational Elinor. &quot;She felt that his influence over her mind was heightened by circumstances which ought not in reason to have weight; by that person of uncommon attraction, that open, affectionate, and lively manner which it was no merit to possess . . .&quot; His opening line when he at last explains to her what he's been up to (&quot;Tell me honestly, do you think me most a knave or a fool?&quot;) is one of those Byronic flourishes that make him the person in Sense and Sensibility you'd most want to dine with and least want to trust.\"},{\"id\":\"123826778T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>Chapter I</b><br/><br/>The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex.Their estate was large, and their residence was at Norland Park,in the centre of their property, where, for many generations,they had lived in so respectable a manner, as to engagethe general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintance.The last owner but one of this estate, was a single man, who livedto a very advanced age, and who, for many years of his life,had a constant companion and housekeeper in his sister.But her death, which happened ten years before his own,produced a great alteration in his home; for, to supplyher loss, he invited and received into his house the familyof his nephew Mr. Henry Dashwood, the legal inheritorof the Norland estate, and the person to whom he intendedto bequeath it.  In the society of his nephew and niece,and their children, the old Gentleman's days werecomfortably spent.  His attachment to them all increased.The constant attention of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Dashwoodto his wishes, which proceeded not merely from interest,but from goodness of heart, gave him every degree of solidcomfort which his age could receive; and the cheerfulnessof the children added a relish to his existence.<br/><br/>By a former marriage, Mr. Henry Dashwood had oneson: by his present lady, three daughters.  The son,a steady respectable young man, was amply providedfor by the fortune of his mother, which had been large,and half of which devolved on him on his coming of age.By his own marriage, likewise, which happened soon afterwards,he added to his wealth.  To him, therefore, the successionto the Norland estate was not so really important as tohis sisters; for their fortune, independent of what mightarise to them from their father's inheriting that property,could be but small.  Their mother had nothing, and theirfather only seven thousand pounds in his own disposal;for the remaining moiety of his first wife's fortune wasalso secured to her child, and he had only a life interestin it.<br/><br/>The old Gentleman died: his will was read, andlike almost every other will, gave as much disappointmentas pleasure.  He was neither so unjust, nor so ungrateful,as to leave his estate from his nephew;-but he left it to himon such terms as destroyed half the value of the bequest.Mr. Dashwood had wished for it more for the sake of hiswife and daughters than for himself or his son;-but tohis son, and his son's son, a child of four years old,it was secured, in such a way, as to leave to himselfno power of providing for those who were most dearto him, and who most needed a provision by any chargeon the estate, or by any sale of its valuable woods.The whole was tied up for the benefit of this child, who,in occasional visits with his father and mother at Norland,had so far gained on the affections of his uncle,by such attractions as are by no means unusual in childrenof two or three years old; an imperfect articulation,an earnest desire of having his own way, many cunning tricks,and a great deal of noise, as to outweigh all the valueof all the attention which, for years, he had receivedfrom his niece and her daughters.  He meant not tobe unkind, however, and, as a mark of his affectionfor the three girls, he left them a thousand pounds a-piece.<br/><br/>Mr. Dashwood's disappointment was, at first, severe;but his temper was cheerful and sanguine; and he mightreasonably hope to live many years, and by living economically,lay by a considerable sum from the produce of an estatealready large, and capable of almost immediate improvement.But the fortune, which had been so tardy in coming, was hisonly one twelvemonth.  He survived his uncle no longer;and ten thousand pounds, including the late legacies,was all that remained for his widow and daughters.<br/><br/>His son was sent for as soon as his danger was known,and to him Mr. Dashwood recommended, with all the strengthand urgency which illness could command, the interestof his mother-in-law and sisters.<br/><br/>Mr. John Dashwood had not the strong feelings of therest of the family; but he was affected by a recommendationof such a nature at such a time, and he promised to doevery thing in his power to make them comfortable.His father was rendered easy by such an assurance,and Mr. John Dashwood had then leisure to consider howmuch there might prudently be in his power to do for them.<br/><br/>He was not an ill-disposed young man, unless tobe rather cold hearted and rather selfish is to beill-disposed: but he was, in general, well respected;for he conducted himself with propriety in the dischargeof his ordinary duties.  Had he married a more amiable woman,he might have been made still more respectable than hewas:-he might even have been made amiable himself; for hewas very young when he married, and very fond of his wife.But Mrs. John Dashwood was a strong caricature of himself;-more narrow-minded and selfish.<br/><br/>When he gave his promise to his father, he meditatedwithin himself to increase the fortunes of his sistersby the present of a thousand pounds a-piece.  He thenreally thought himself equal to it.  The prospect of fourthousand a-year, in addition to his present income,besides the remaining half of his own mother's fortune,warmed his heart, and made him feel capable of generosity.-\\\"Yes, he would give them three thousand pounds: it wouldbe liberal and handsome! It would be enough to makethem completely easy.  Three thousand pounds! he couldspare so considerable a sum with little inconvenience.\\\"-He thought of it all day long, and for many days successively,and he did not repent.<br/><br/>No sooner was his father's funeral over, than Mrs. JohnDashwood, without sending any notice of her intention to hermother-in-law, arrived with her child and their attendants.No one could dispute her right to come; the house washer husband's from the moment of his father's decease;but the indelicacy of her conduct was so much the greater,and to a woman in Mrs. Dashwood's situation, with onlycommon feelings, must have been highly unpleasing;-but in her mind there was a sense of honor so keen,a generosity so romantic, that any offence of the kind,by whomsoever given or received, was to her a sourceof immoveable disgust.  Mrs. John Dashwood had neverbeen a favourite with any of her husband's family;but she had had no opportunity, till the present,of shewing them with how little attention to the comfortof other people she could act when occasion required it.<br/><br/>So acutely did Mrs. Dashwood feel this ungraciousbehaviour, and so earnestly did she despise herdaughter-in-law for it, that, on the arrival of the latter,she would have quitted the house for ever, had not theentreaty of her eldest girl induced her first to reflecton the propriety of going, and her own tender love for allher three children determined her afterwards to stay,and for their sakes avoid a breach with their brother.<br/><br/>Elinor, this eldest daughter whose advice wasso effectual, possessed a strength of understanding,and coolness of judgment, which qualified her,though only nineteen, to be the counsellor of her mother,and enabled her frequently to counteract, to the advantageof them all, that eagerness of mind in Mrs. Dashwoodwhich must generally have led to imprudence.  She hadan excellent heart;-her disposition was affectionate,and her feelings were strong; but she knew how to governthem: it was a knowledge which her mother had yet to learn;and which one of her sisters had resolved never to be taught.<br/><br/>Marianne's abilities were, in many respects,quite equal to Elinor's. She was sensible and clever;but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could haveno moderation.  She was generous, amiable, interesting: shewas everything but prudent.  The resemblance betweenher and her mother was strikingly great.<br/><br/>Elinor saw, with concern, the excess of hersister's sensibility; but by Mrs. Dashwood it was valuedand cherished.  They encouraged each other now in theviolence of their affliction.  The agony of griefwhich overpowered them at first, was voluntarily renewed,was sought for, was created again and again.  They gavethemselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increaseof wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it,and resolved against ever admitting consolationin future.  Elinor, too, was deeply afflicted; but stillshe could struggle, she could exert herself.  She couldconsult with her brother, could receive her sister-in-lawon her arrival, and treat her with every proper attention;and could strive to rouse her mother to similar exertion,and encourage her to similar forbearance.<br/><br/>Margaret, the other sister, was a good-humoredwell-disposed girl; but as she had already imbibeda good deal of Marianne's romance, without havingmuch of her sense, she did not, at thirteen, bid fairto equal her sisters at a more advanced period of life.\"},{\"id\":\"125070482T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<b>Chapter I</b><br/><br/>The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex.Their estate was large, and their residence was at Norland Park,in the centre of their property, where, for many generations,they had lived in so respectable a manner, as to engagethe general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintance.The last owner but one of this estate, was a single man, who livedto a very advanced age, and who, for many years of his life,had a constant companion and housekeeper in his sister.But her death, which happened ten years before his own,produced a great alteration in his home; for, to supplyher loss, he invited and received into his house the familyof his nephew Mr. Henry Dashwood, the legal inheritorof the Norland estate, and the person to whom he intendedto bequeath it.  In the society of his nephew and niece,and their children, the old Gentleman's days werecomfortably spent.  His attachment to them all increased.The constant attention of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Dashwoodto his wishes, which proceeded not merely from interest,but from goodness of heart, gave him every degree of solidcomfort which his age could receive; and the cheerfulnessof the children added a relish to his existence.<br/><br/>By a former marriage, Mr. Henry Dashwood had oneson: by his present lady, three daughters.  The son,a steady respectable young man, was amply providedfor by the fortune of his mother, which had been large,and half of which devolved on him on his coming of age.By his own marriage, likewise, which happened soon afterwards,he added to his wealth.  To him, therefore, the successionto the Norland estate was not so really important as tohis sisters; for their fortune, independent of what mightarise to them from their father's inheriting that property,could be but small.  Their mother had nothing, and theirfather only seven thousand pounds in his own disposal;for the remaining moiety of his first wife's fortune wasalso secured to her child, and he had only a life interestin it.<br/><br/>The old Gentleman died: his will was read, andlike almost every other will, gave as much disappointmentas pleasure.  He was neither so unjust, nor so ungrateful,as to leave his estate from his nephew;—but he left it to himon such terms as destroyed half the value of the bequest.Mr. Dashwood had wished for it more for the sake of hiswife and daughters than for himself or his son;—but tohis son, and his son's son, a child of four years old,it was secured, in such a way, as to leave to himselfno power of providing for those who were most dearto him, and who most needed a provision by any chargeon the estate, or by any sale of its valuable woods.The whole was tied up for the benefit of this child, who,in occasional visits with his father and mother at Norland,had so far gained on the affections of his uncle,by such attractions as are by no means unusual in childrenof two or three years old; an imperfect articulation,an earnest desire of having his own way, many cunning tricks,and a great deal of noise, as to outweigh all the valueof all the attention which, for years, he had receivedfrom his niece and her daughters.  He meant not tobe unkind, however, and, as a mark of his affectionfor the three girls, he left them a thousand pounds a-piece.<br/><br/>Mr. Dashwood's disappointment was, at first, severe;but his temper was cheerful and sanguine; and he mightreasonably hope to live many years, and by living economically,lay by a considerable sum from the produce of an estatealready large, and capable of almost immediate improvement.But the fortune, which had been so tardy in coming, was hisonly one twelvemonth.  He survived his uncle no longer;and ten thousand pounds, including the late legacies,was all that remained for his widow and daughters.<br/><br/>His son was sent for as soon as his danger was known,and to him Mr. Dashwood recommended, with all the strengthand urgency which illness could command, the interestof his mother-in-law and sisters.<br/><br/>Mr. John Dashwood had not the strong feelings of therest of the family; but he was affected by a recommendationof such a nature at such a time, and he promised to doevery thing in his power to make them comfortable.His father was rendered easy by such an assurance,and Mr. John Dashwood had then leisure to consider howmuch there might prudently be in his power to do for them.<br/><br/>He was not an ill-disposed young man, unless tobe rather cold hearted and rather selfish is to beill-disposed: but he was, in general, well respected;for he conducted himself with propriety in the dischargeof his ordinary duties.  Had he married a more amiable woman,he might have been made still more respectable than hewas:—he might even have been made amiable himself; for hewas very young when he married, and very fond of his wife.But Mrs. John Dashwood was a strong caricature of himself;—more narrow-minded and selfish.<br/><br/>When he gave his promise to his father, he meditatedwithin himself to increase the fortunes of his sistersby the present of a thousand pounds a-piece.  He thenreally thought himself equal to it.  The prospect of fourthousand a-year, in addition to his present income,besides the remaining half of his own mother's fortune,warmed his heart, and made him feel capable of generosity.—\\\"Yes, he would give them three thousand pounds: it wouldbe liberal and handsome! It would be enough to makethem completely easy.  Three thousand pounds! he couldspare so considerable a sum with little inconvenience.\\\"—He thought of it all day long, and for many days successively,and he did not repent.<br/><br/>No sooner was his father's funeral over, than Mrs. JohnDashwood, without sending any notice of her intention to hermother-in-law, arrived with her child and their attendants.No one could dispute her right to come; the house washer husband's from the moment of his father's decease;but the indelicacy of her conduct was so much the greater,and to a woman in Mrs. Dashwood's situation, with onlycommon feelings, must have been highly unpleasing;—but in her mind there was a sense of honor so keen,a generosity so romantic, that any offence of the kind,by whomsoever given or received, was to her a sourceof immoveable disgust.  Mrs. John Dashwood had neverbeen a favourite with any of her husband's family;but she had had no opportunity, till the present,of shewing them with how little attention to the comfortof other people she could act when occasion required it.<br/><br/>So acutely did Mrs. Dashwood feel this ungraciousbehaviour, and so earnestly did she despise herdaughter-in-law for it, that, on the arrival of the latter,she would have quitted the house for ever, had not theentreaty of her eldest girl induced her first to reflecton the propriety of going, and her own tender love for allher three children determined her afterwards to stay,and for their sakes avoid a breach with their brother.<br/><br/>Elinor, this eldest daughter whose advice wasso effectual, possessed a strength of understanding,and coolness of judgment, which qualified her,though only nineteen, to be the counsellor of her mother,and enabled her frequently to counteract, to the advantageof them all, that eagerness of mind in Mrs. Dashwoodwhich must generally have led to imprudence.  She hadan excellent heart;—her disposition was affectionate,and her feelings were strong; but she knew how to governthem: it was a knowledge which her mother had yet to learn;and which one of her sisters had resolved never to be taught.<br/><br/>Marianne's abilities were, in many respects,quite equal to Elinor's. She was sensible and clever;but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could haveno moderation.  She was generous, amiable, interesting: shewas everything but prudent.  The resemblance betweenher and her mother was strikingly great.<br/><br/>Elinor saw, with concern, the excess of hersister's sensibility; but by Mrs. Dashwood it was valuedand cherished.  They encouraged each other now in theviolence of their affliction.  The agony of griefwhich overpowered them at first, was voluntarily renewed,was sought for, was created again and again.  They gavethemselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increaseof wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it,and resolved against ever admitting consolationin future.  Elinor, too, was deeply afflicted; but stillshe could struggle, she could exert herself.  She couldconsult with her brother, could receive her sister-in-lawon her arrival, and treat her with every proper attention;and could strive to rouse her mother to similar exertion,and encourage her to similar forbearance.<br/><br/>Margaret, the other sister, was a good-humoredwell-disposed girl; but as she had already imbibeda good deal of Marianne's romance, without havingmuch of her sense, she did not, at thirteen, bid fairto equal her sisters at a more advanced period of life.\"},{\"id\":\"68736124T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<b>Chapter I</b><br><br>The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex.Their estate was large, and their residence was at Norland Park,in the centre of their property, where, for many generations,they had lived in so respectable a manner, as to engagethe general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintance.The last owner but one of this estate, was a single man, who livedto a very advanced age, and who, for many years of his life,had a constant companion and housekeeper in his sister.But her death, which happened ten years before his own,produced a great alteration in his home; for, to supplyher loss, he invited and received into his house the familyof his nephew Mr. Henry Dashwood, the legal inheritorof the Norland estate, and the person to whom he intendedto bequeath it. In the society of his nephew and niece,and their children, the old Gentleman's days werecomfortably spent. His attachment to them all increased.The constant attention of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Dashwoodto his wishes, which proceeded not merely from interest,but from goodness of heart, gave him every degree of solidcomfort which his age could receive; and the cheerfulnessof the children added a relish to his existence.<br><br>By a former marriage, Mr. Henry Dashwood had oneson&#58; by his present lady, three daughters. The son,a steady respectable young man, was amply providedfor by the fortune of his mother, which had been large,and half of which devolved on him on his coming of age.By his own marriage, likewise, which happened soon afterwards,he added to his wealth. To him, therefore, the successionto the Norland estate was not so really important as tohis sisters; for their fortune, independent of what mightarise to them from their father's inheriting that property,could be but small. Their mother had nothing, and theirfather only seven thousand pounds in his own disposal;for the remaining moiety of his first wife's fortune wasalso secured to her child, and he had only a life interestin it.<br><br>The old Gentleman died&#58; his will was read, andlike almost every other will, gave as much disappointmentas pleasure. He was neither so unjust, nor so ungrateful,as to leave his estate from his nephew;&mdash;but he left it to himon such terms as destroyed half the value of the bequest.Mr. Dashwood had wished for it more for the sake of hiswife and daughters than for himself or his son;&mdash;but tohis son, and his son's son, a child of four years old,it was secured, in such a way, as to leave to himselfno power of providing for those who were most dearto him, and who most needed a provision by any chargeon the estate, or by any sale of its valuable woods.The whole was tied up for the benefit of this child, who,in occasional visits with his father and mother at Norland,had so far gained on the affections of his uncle,by such attractions as are by no means unusual in childrenof two or three years old; an imperfect articulation,an earnest desire of having his own way, many cunning tricks,and a great deal of noise, as to outweigh all the valueof all the attention which, for years, he had receivedfrom his niece and her daughters. He meant not tobe unkind, however, and, as a mark of his affectionfor the three girls, he left them a thousand pounds a-piece.<br><br>Mr. Dashwood's disappointment was, at first, severe;but his temper was cheerful and sanguine; and he mightreasonably hope to live many years, and by living economically,lay by a considerable sum from the produce of an estatealready large, and capable of almost immediate improvement.But the fortune, which had been so tardy in coming, was hisonly one twelvemonth. He survived his uncle no longer;and ten thousand pounds, including the late legacies,was all that remained for his widow and daughters.<br><br>His son was sent for as soon as his danger was known,and to him Mr. Dashwood recommended, with all the strengthand urgency which illness could command, the interestof his mother-in-law and sisters.<br><br>Mr. John Dashwood had not the strong feelings of therest of the family; but he was affected by a recommendationof such a nature at such a time, and he promised to doevery thing in his power to make them comfortable.His father was rendered easy by such an assurance,and Mr. John Dashwood had then leisure to consider howmuch there might prudently be in his power to do for them.<br><br>He was not an ill-disposed young man, unless tobe rather cold hearted and rather selfish is to beill-disposed&#58; but he was, in general, well respected;for he conducted himself with propriety in the dischargeof his ordinary duties. Had he married a more amiable woman,he might have been made still more respectable than hewas&#58;&mdash;he might even have been made amiable himself; for hewas very young when he married, and very fond of his wife.But Mrs. John Dashwood was a strong caricature of himself;&mdash;more narrow-minded and selfish.<br><br>When he gave his promise to his father, he meditatedwithin himself to increase the fortunes of his sistersby the present of a thousand pounds a-piece. He thenreally thought himself equal to it. The prospect of fourthousand a-year, in addition to his present income,besides the remaining half of his own mother's fortune,warmed his heart, and made him feel capable of generosity.&mdash;\\\"Yes, he would give them three thousand pounds&#58; it wouldbe liberal and handsome! It would be enough to makethem completely easy. Three thousand pounds! he couldspare so considerable a sum with little inconvenience.\\\"&mdash;He thought of it all day long, and for many days successively,and he did not repent.<br><br>No sooner was his father's funeral over, than Mrs. JohnDashwood, without sending any notice of her intention to hermother-in-law, arrived with her child and their attendants.No one could dispute her right to come; the house washer husband's from the moment of his father's decease;but the indelicacy of her conduct was so much the greater,and to a woman in Mrs. Dashwood's situation, with onlycommon feelings, must have been highly unpleasing;&mdash;but in her mind there was a sense of honor so keen,a generosity so romantic, that any offence of the kind,by whomsoever given or received, was to her a sourceof immoveable disgust. Mrs. John Dashwood had neverbeen a favourite with any of her husband's family;but she had had no opportunity, till the present,of shewing them with how little attention to the comfortof other people she could act when occasion required it.<br><br>So acutely did Mrs. Dashwood feel this ungraciousbehaviour, and so earnestly did she despise herdaughter-in-law for it, that, on the arrival of the latter,she would have quitted the house for ever, had not theentreaty of her eldest girl induced her first to reflecton the propriety of going, and her own tender love for allher three children determined her afterwards to stay,and for their sakes avoid a breach with their brother.<br><br>Elinor, this eldest daughter whose advice wasso effectual, possessed a strength of understanding,and coolness of judgment, which qualified her,though only nineteen, to be the counsellor of her mother,and enabled her frequently to counteract, to the advantageof them all, that eagerness of mind in Mrs. Dashwoodwhich must generally have led to imprudence. She hadan excellent heart;&mdash;her disposition was affectionate,and her feelings were strong; but she knew how to governthem&#58; it was a knowledge which her mother had yet to learn;and which one of her sisters had resolved never to be taught.<br><br>Marianne's abilities were, in many respects,quite equal to Elinor's. She was sensible and clever;but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could haveno moderation. She was generous, amiable, interesting&#58; shewas everything but prudent. The resemblance betweenher and her mother was strikingly great.<br><br>Elinor saw, with concern, the excess of hersister's sensibility; but by Mrs. Dashwood it was valuedand cherished. They encouraged each other now in theviolence of their affliction. The agony of griefwhich overpowered them at first, was voluntarily renewed,was sought for, was created again and again. They gavethemselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increaseof wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it,and resolved against ever admitting consolationin future. Elinor, too, was deeply afflicted; but stillshe could struggle, she could exert herself. She couldconsult with her brother, could receive her sister-in-lawon her arrival, and treat her with every proper attention;and could strive to rouse her mother to similar exertion,and encourage her to similar forbearance.<br><br>Margaret, the other sister, was a good-humoredwell-disposed girl; but as she had already imbibeda good deal of Marianne's romance, without havingmuch of her sense, she did not, at thirteen, bid fairto equal her sisters at a more advanced period of life.\"},{\"id\":\"101323121T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<P><b>Chapter I</b><br><br>The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex.Their estate was large, and their residence was at Norland Park,in the centre of their property, where, for many generations,they had lived in so respectable a manner, as to engagethe general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintance.The last owner but one of this estate, was a single man, who livedto a very advanced age, and who, for many years of his life,had a constant companion and housekeeper in his sister.But her death, which happened ten years before his own,produced a great alteration in his home; for, to supplyher loss, he invited and received into his house the familyof his nephew Mr. Henry Dashwood, the legal inheritorof the Norland estate, and the person to whom he intendedto bequeath it. In the society of his nephew and niece,and their children, the old Gentleman's days werecomfortably spent. His attachment to them all increased.The constant attention of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Dashwoodto his wishes, which proceeded not merely from interest,but from goodness of heart, gave him every degree of solidcomfort which his age could receive; and the cheerfulnessof the children added a relish to his existence.<br><br>By a former marriage, Mr. Henry Dashwood had oneson&#58; by his present lady, three daughters. The son,a steady respectable young man, was amply providedfor by the fortune of his mother, which had been large,and half of which devolved on him on his coming of age.By his own marriage, likewise, which happened soon afterwards,he added to his wealth. To him, therefore, the successionto the Norland estate was not so really important as tohis sisters; for their fortune, independent of what mightarise to them from their father's inheriting that property,could be but small. Their mother had nothing, and theirfather only seven thousand pounds in his own disposal;for the remaining moiety of his first wife's fortune wasalso secured to her child, and he had only a life interestin it.<br><br>The old Gentleman died&#58; his will was read, andlike almost every other will, gave as much disappointmentas pleasure. He was neither so unjust, nor so ungrateful,as to leave his estate from his nephew;&mdash;but he left it to himon such terms as destroyed half the value of the bequest.Mr. Dashwood had wished for it more for the sake of hiswife and daughters than for himself or his son;&mdash;but tohis son, and his son's son, a child of four years old,it was secured, in such a way, as to leave to himselfno power of providing for those who were most dearto him, and who most needed a provision by any chargeon the estate, or by any sale of its valuable woods.The whole was tied up for the benefit of this child, who,in occasional visits with his father and mother at Norland,had so far gained on the affections of his uncle,by such attractions as are by no means unusual in childrenof two or three years old; an imperfect articulation,an earnest desire of having his own way, many cunning tricks,and a great deal of noise, as to outweigh all the valueof all the attention which, for years, he had receivedfrom his niece and her daughters. He meant not tobe unkind, however, and, as a mark of his affectionfor the three girls, he left them a thousand pounds a-piece.<br><br>Mr. Dashwood's disappointment was, at first, severe;but his temper was cheerful and sanguine; and he mightreasonably hope to live many years, and by living economically,lay by a considerable sum from the produce of an estatealready large, and capable of almost immediate improvement.But the fortune, which had been so tardy in coming, was hisonly one twelvemonth. He survived his uncle no longer;and ten thousand pounds, including the late legacies,was all that remained for his widow and daughters.<br><br>His son was sent for as soon as his danger was known,and to him Mr. Dashwood recommended, with all the strengthand urgency which illness could command, the interestof his mother-in-law and sisters.<br><br>Mr. John Dashwood had not the strong feelings of therest of the family; but he was affected by a recommendationof such a nature at such a time, and he promised to doevery thing in his power to make them comfortable.His father was rendered easy by such an assurance,and Mr. John Dashwood had then leisure to consider howmuch there might prudently be in his power to do for them.<br><br>He was not an ill-disposed young man, unless tobe rather cold hearted and rather selfish is to beill-disposed&#58; but he was, in general, well respected;for he conducted himself with propriety in the dischargeof his ordinary duties. Had he married a more amiable woman,he might have been made still more respectable than hewas&#58;&mdash;he might even have been made amiable himself; for hewas very young when he married, and very fond of his wife.But Mrs. John Dashwood was a strong caricature of himself;&mdash;more narrow-minded and selfish.<br><br>When he gave his promise to his father, he meditatedwithin himself to increase the fortunes of his sistersby the present of a thousand pounds a-piece. He thenreally thought himself equal to it. The prospect of fourthousand a-year, in addition to his present income,besides the remaining half of his own mother's fortune,warmed his heart, and made him feel capable of generosity.&mdash;\\\"Yes, he would give them three thousand pounds&#58; it wouldbe liberal and handsome! It would be enough to makethem completely easy. Three thousand pounds! he couldspare so considerable a sum with little inconvenience.\\\"&mdash;He thought of it all day long, and for many days successively,and he did not repent.<br><br>No sooner was his father's funeral over, than Mrs. JohnDashwood, without sending any notice of her intention to hermother-in-law, arrived with her child and their attendants.No one could dispute her right to come; the house washer husband's from the moment of his father's decease;but the indelicacy of her conduct was so much the greater,and to a woman in Mrs. Dashwood's situation, with onlycommon feelings, must have been highly unpleasing;&mdash;but in her mind there was a sense of honor so keen,a generosity so romantic, that any offence of the kind,by whomsoever given or received, was to her a sourceof immoveable disgust. Mrs. John Dashwood had neverbeen a favourite with any of her husband's family;but she had had no opportunity, till the present,of shewing them with how little attention to the comfortof other people she could act when occasion required it.<br><br>So acutely did Mrs. Dashwood feel this ungraciousbehaviour, and so earnestly did she despise herdaughter-in-law for it, that, on the arrival of the latter,she would have quitted the house for ever, had not theentreaty of her eldest girl induced her first to reflecton the propriety of going, and her own tender love for allher three children determined her afterwards to stay,and for their sakes avoid a breach with their brother.<br><br>Elinor, this eldest daughter whose advice wasso effectual, possessed a strength of understanding,and coolness of judgment, which qualified her,though only nineteen, to be the counsellor of her mother,and enabled her frequently to counteract, to the advantageof them all, that eagerness of mind in Mrs. Dashwoodwhich must generally have led to imprudence. She hadan excellent heart;&mdash;her disposition was affectionate,and her feelings were strong; but she knew how to governthem&#58; it was a knowledge which her mother had yet to learn;and which one of her sisters had resolved never to be taught.<br><br>Marianne's abilities were, in many respects,quite equal to Elinor's. She was sensible and clever;but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could haveno moderation. She was generous, amiable, interesting&#58; shewas everything but prudent. The resemblance betweenher and her mother was strikingly great.<br><br>Elinor saw, with concern, the excess of hersister's sensibility; but by Mrs. Dashwood it was valuedand cherished. They encouraged each other now in theviolence of their affliction. The agony of griefwhich overpowered them at first, was voluntarily renewed,was sought for, was created again and again. They gavethemselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increaseof wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it,and resolved against ever admitting consolationin future. Elinor, too, was deeply afflicted; but stillshe could struggle, she could exert herself. She couldconsult with her brother, could receive her sister-in-lawon her arrival, and treat her with every proper attention;and could strive to rouse her mother to similar exertion,and encourage her to similar forbearance.<br><br>Margaret, the other sister, was a good-humoredwell-disposed girl; but as she had already imbibeda good deal of Marianne's romance, without havingmuch of her sense, she did not, at thirteen, bid fairto equal her sisters at a more advanced period of life.\"},{\"id\":\"53598190T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"6\",\"text\":\"<b>Chapter I</b><p>The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex.Their estate was large, and their residence was at Norland Park,in the centre of their property, where, for many generations,they had lived in so respectable a manner, as to engagethe general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintance.The last owner but one of this estate, was a single man, who livedto a very advanced age, and who, for many years of his life,had a constant companion and housekeeper in his sister.But her death, which happened ten years before his own,produced a great alteration in his home; for, to supplyher loss, he invited and received into his house the familyof his nephew Mr. Henry Dashwood, the legal inheritorof the Norland estate, and the person to whom he intendedto bequeath it. In the society of his nephew and niece,and their children, the old Gentleman's days werecomfortably spent. His attachment to them all increased.The constant attention of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Dashwoodto his wishes, which proceeded not merely from interest,but from goodness of heart, gave him every degree of solidcomfort which his age could receive; and the cheerfulnessof the children added a relish to his existence.<p>By a former marriage, Mr. Henry Dashwood had oneson&#58; by his present lady, three daughters. The son,a steady respectable young man, was amply providedfor by the fortune of his mother, which had been large,and half of which devolved on him on his coming of age.By his own marriage, likewise, which happened soon afterwards,he added to his wealth. To him, therefore, the successionto the Norland estate was not so really important as tohis sisters; for their fortune, independent of what mightarise to them from their father's inheriting that property,could be but small. Their mother had nothing, and theirfather only seven thousand pounds in his own disposal;for the remaining moiety of his first wife's fortune wasalso secured to her child, and he had only a life interestin it.<p>The old Gentleman died&#58; his will was read, andlike almost every other will, gave as much disappointmentas pleasure. He was neither so unjust, nor so ungrateful,as to leave his estate from his nephew;&mdash;but he left it to himon such terms as destroyed half the value of the bequest.Mr. Dashwood had wished for it more for the sake of hiswife and daughters than for himself or his son;&mdash;but tohis son, and his son's son, a child of four years old,it was secured, in such a way, as to leave to himselfno power of providing for those who were most dearto him, and who most needed a provision by any chargeon the estate, or by any sale of its valuable woods.The whole was tied up for the benefit of this child, who,in occasional visits with his father and mother at Norland,had so far gained on the affections of his uncle,by such attractions as are by no means unusual in childrenof two or three years old; an imperfect articulation,an earnest desire of having his own way, many cunning tricks,and a great deal of noise, as to outweigh all the valueof all the attention which, for years, he had receivedfrom his niece and her daughters. He meant not tobe unkind, however, and, as a mark of his affectionfor the three girls, he left them a thousand pounds a-piece.<p>Mr. Dashwood's disappointment was, at first, severe;but his temper was cheerful and sanguine; and he mightreasonably hope to live many years, and by living economically,lay by a considerable sum from the produce of an estatealready large, and capable of almost immediate improvement.But the fortune, which had been so tardy in coming, was hisonly one twelvemonth. He survived his uncle no longer;and ten thousand pounds, including the late legacies,was all that remained for his widow and daughters.<p>His son was sent for as soon as his danger was known,and to him Mr. Dashwood recommended, with all the strengthand urgency which illness could command, the interestof his mother-in-law and sisters.<p>Mr. John Dashwood had not the strong feelings of therest of the family; but he was affected by a recommendationof such a nature at such a time, and he promised to doevery thing in his power to make them comfortable.His father was rendered easy by such an assurance,and Mr. John Dashwood had then leisure to consider howmuch there might prudently be in his power to do for them.<p>He was not an ill-disposed young man, unless tobe rather cold hearted and rather selfish is to beill-disposed&#58; but he was, in general, well respected;for he conducted himself with propriety in the dischargeof his ordinary duties. Had he married a more amiable woman,he might have been made still more respectable than hewas&#58;&mdash;he might even have been made amiable himself; for hewas very young when he married, and very fond of his wife.But Mrs. John Dashwood was a strong caricature of himself;&mdash;more narrow-minded and selfish.<p>When he gave his promise to his father, he meditatedwithin himself to increase the fortunes of his sistersby the present of a thousand pounds a-piece. He thenreally thought himself equal to it. The prospect of fourthousand a-year, in addition to his present income,besides the remaining half of his own mother's fortune,warmed his heart, and made him feel capable of generosity.&mdash;\\\"Yes, he would give them three thousand pounds&#58; it wouldbe liberal and handsome! It would be enough to makethem completely easy. Three thousand pounds! he couldspare so considerable a sum with little inconvenience.\\\"&mdash;He thought of it all day long, and for many days successively,and he did not repent.<p>No sooner was his father's funeral over, than Mrs. JohnDashwood, without sending any notice of her intention to hermother-in-law, arrived with her child and their attendants.No one could dispute her right to come; the house washer husband's from the moment of his father's decease;but the indelicacy of her conduct was so much the greater,and to a woman in Mrs. Dashwood's situation, with onlycommon feelings, must have been highly unpleasing;&mdash;but in her mind there was a sense of honor so keen,a generosity so romantic, that any offence of the kind,by whomsoever given or received, was to her a sourceof immoveable disgust. Mrs. John Dashwood had neverbeen a favourite with any of her husband's family;but she had had no opportunity, till the present,of shewing them with how little attention to the comfortof other people she could act when occasion required it.<p>So acutely did Mrs. Dashwood feel this ungraciousbehaviour, and so earnestly did she despise herdaughter-in-law for it, that, on the arrival of the latter,she would have quitted the house for ever, had not theentreaty of her eldest girl induced her first to reflecton the propriety of going, and her own tender love for allher three children determined her afterwards to stay,and for their sakes avoid a breach with their brother.<p>Elinor, this eldest daughter whose advice wasso effectual, possessed a strength of understanding,and coolness of judgment, which qualified her,though only nineteen, to be the counsellor of her mother,and enabled her frequently to counteract, to the advantageof them all, that eagerness of mind in Mrs. Dashwoodwhich must generally have led to imprudence. She hadan excellent heart;&mdash;her disposition was affectionate,and her feelings were strong; but she knew how to governthem&#58; it was a knowledge which her mother had yet to learn;and which one of her sisters had resolved never to be taught.<p>Marianne's abilities were, in many respects,quite equal to Elinor's. She was sensible and clever;but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could haveno moderation. She was generous, amiable, interesting&#58; shewas everything but prudent. The resemblance betweenher and her mother was strikingly great.<p>Elinor saw, with concern, the excess of hersister's sensibility; but by Mrs. Dashwood it was valuedand cherished. They encouraged each other now in theviolence of their affliction. The agony of griefwhich overpowered them at first, was voluntarily renewed,was sought for, was created again and again. They gavethemselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increaseof wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it,and resolved against ever admitting consolationin future. Elinor, too, was deeply afflicted; but stillshe could struggle, she could exert herself. She couldconsult with her brother, could receive her sister-in-lawon her arrival, and treat her with every proper attention;and could strive to rouse her mother to similar exertion,and encourage her to similar forbearance.<p>Margaret, the other sister, was a good-humoredwell-disposed girl; but as she had already imbibeda good deal of Marianne's romance, without havingmuch of her sense, she did not, at thirteen, bid fairto equal her sisters at a more advanced period of life.\"},{\"id\":\"49675477T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"7\",\"text\":\"<P><b>Chapter I</b><P>The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex.Their estate was large, and their residence was at Norland Park,in the centre of their property, where, for many generations,they had lived in so respectable a manner, as to engagethe general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintance.The last owner but one of this estate, was a single man, who livedto a very advanced age, and who, for many years of his life,had a constant companion and housekeeper in his sister.But her death, which happened ten years before his own,produced a great alteration in his home; for, to supplyher loss, he invited and received into his house the familyof his nephew Mr. Henry Dashwood, the legal inheritorof the Norland estate, and the person to whom he intendedto bequeath it. In the society of his nephew and niece,and their children, the old Gentleman's days werecomfortably spent. His attachment to them all increased.The constant attention of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Dashwoodto his wishes, which proceeded not merely from interest,but from goodness of heart, gave him every degree of solidcomfort which his age could receive; and the cheerfulnessof the children added a relish to his existence.<P>By a former marriage, Mr. Henry Dashwood had oneson&#58; by his present lady, three daughters. The son,a steady respectable young man, was amply providedfor by the fortune of his mother, which had been large,and half of which devolved on him on his coming of age.By his own marriage, likewise, which happened soon afterwards,he added to his wealth. To him, therefore, the successionto the Norland estate was not so really important as tohis sisters; for their fortune, independent of what mightarise to them from their father's inheriting that property,could be but small. Their mother had nothing, and theirfather only seven thousand pounds in his own disposal;for the remaining moiety of his first wife's fortune wasalso secured to her child, and he had only a life interestin it.<P>The old Gentleman died&#58; his will was read, andlike almost every other will, gave as much disappointmentas pleasure. He was neither so unjust, nor so ungrateful,as to leave his estate from his nephew;&mdash;but he left it to himon such terms as destroyed half the value of the bequest.Mr. Dashwood had wished for it more for the sake of hiswife and daughters than for himself or his son;&mdash;but tohis son, and his son's son, a child of four years old,it was secured, in such a way, as to leave to himselfno power of providing for those who were most dearto him, and who most needed a provision by any chargeon the estate, or by any sale of its valuable woods.The whole was tied up for the benefit of this child, who,in occasional visits with his father and mother at Norland,had so far gained on the affections of his uncle,by such attractions as are by no means unusual in childrenof two or three years old; an imperfect articulation,an earnest desire of having his own way, many cunning tricks,and a great deal of noise, as to outweigh all the valueof all the attention which, for years, he had receivedfrom his niece and her daughters. He meant not tobe unkind, however, and, as a mark of his affectionfor the three girls, he left them a thousand pounds a-piece.<P>Mr. Dashwood's disappointment was, at first, severe;but his temper was cheerful and sanguine; and he mightreasonably hope to live many years, and by living economically,lay by a considerable sum from the produce of an estatealready large, and capable of almost immediate improvement.But the fortune, which had been so tardy in coming, was hisonly one twelvemonth. He survived his uncle no longer;and ten thousand pounds, including the late legacies,was all that remained for his widow and daughters.<P>His son was sent for as soon as his danger was known,and to him Mr. Dashwood recommended, with all the strengthand urgency which illness could command, the interestof his mother-in-law and sisters.<P>Mr. John Dashwood had not the strong feelings of therest of the family; but he was affected by a recommendationof such a nature at such a time, and he promised to doevery thing in his power to make them comfortable.His father was rendered easy by such an assurance,and Mr. John Dashwood had then leisure to consider howmuch there might prudently be in his power to do for them.<P>He was not an ill-disposed young man, unless tobe rather cold hearted and rather selfish is to beill-disposed&#58; but he was, in general, well respected;for he conducted himself with propriety in the dischargeof his ordinary duties. Had he married a more amiable woman,he might have been made still more respectable than hewas&#58;&mdash;he might even have been made amiable himself; for hewas very young when he married, and very fond of his wife.But Mrs. John Dashwood was a strong caricature of himself;&mdash;more narrow-minded and selfish.<P>When he gave his promise to his father, he meditatedwithin himself to increase the fortunes of his sistersby the present of a thousand pounds a-piece. He thenreally thought himself equal to it. The prospect of fourthousand a-year, in addition to his present income,besides the remaining half of his own mother's fortune,warmed his heart, and made him feel capable of generosity.&mdash;\\\"Yes, he would give them three thousand pounds&#58; it wouldbe liberal and handsome! It would be enough to makethem completely easy. Three thousand pounds! he couldspare so considerable a sum with little inconvenience.\\\"&mdash;He thought of it all day long, and for many days successively,and he did not repent.<P>No sooner was his father's funeral over, than Mrs. JohnDashwood, without sending any notice of her intention to hermother-in-law, arrived with her child and their attendants.No one could dispute her right to come; the house washer husband's from the moment of his father's decease;but the indelicacy of her conduct was so much the greater,and to a woman in Mrs. Dashwood's situation, with onlycommon feelings, must have been highly unpleasing;&mdash;but in her mind there was a sense of honor so keen,a generosity so romantic, that any offence of the kind,by whomsoever given or received, was to her a sourceof immoveable disgust. Mrs. John Dashwood had neverbeen a favourite with any of her husband's family;but she had had no opportunity, till the present,of shewing them with how little attention to the comfortof other people she could act when occasion required it.<P>So acutely did Mrs. Dashwood feel this ungraciousbehaviour, and so earnestly did she despise herdaughter-in-law for it, that, on the arrival of the latter,she would have quitted the house for ever, had not theentreaty of her eldest girl induced her first to reflecton the propriety of going, and her own tender love for allher three children determined her afterwards to stay,and for their sakes avoid a breach with their brother.<P>Elinor, this eldest daughter whose advice wasso effectual, possessed a strength of understanding,and coolness of judgment, which qualified her,though only nineteen, to be the counsellor of her mother,and enabled her frequently to counteract, to the advantageof them all, that eagerness of mind in Mrs. Dashwoodwhich must generally have led to imprudence. She hadan excellent heart;&mdash;her disposition was affectionate,and her feelings were strong; but she knew how to governthem&#58; it was a knowledge which her mother had yet to learn;and which one of her sisters had resolved never to be taught.<P>Marianne's abilities were, in many respects,quite equal to Elinor's. She was sensible and clever;but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could haveno moderation. She was generous, amiable, interesting&#58; shewas everything but prudent. The resemblance betweenher and her mother was strikingly great.<P>Elinor saw, with concern, the excess of hersister's sensibility; but by Mrs. Dashwood it was valuedand cherished. They encouraged each other now in theviolence of their affliction. The agony of griefwhich overpowered them at first, was voluntarily renewed,was sought for, was created again and again. They gavethemselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increaseof wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it,and resolved against ever admitting consolationin future. Elinor, too, was deeply afflicted; but stillshe could struggle, she could exert herself. She couldconsult with her brother, could receive her sister-in-lawon her arrival, and treat her with every proper attention;and could strive to rouse her mother to similar exertion,and encourage her to similar forbearance.<P>Margaret, the other sister, was a good-humoredwell-disposed girl; but as she had already imbibeda good deal of Marianne's romance, without havingmuch of her sense, she did not, at thirteen, bid fairto equal her sisters at a more advanced period of life.\"},{\"id\":\"3000246T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"8\",\"text\":\"Sense and Sensibility, the first of those metaphorical bits of  &quot;ivory&quot; on which Jane Austen said she worked with &quot;so fine a brush,&quot; jackhammers away at the idea that to conjecture is a vain and hopeless reflex of the mind. But I'll venture this much: If she'd done nothing else, we'd still be in awe of her. <b>Wuthering Heights</b> alone put Emily Brontë in the pantheon, and her sister Charlotte and their older contemporary Mary Shelley might as well have saved themselves the trouble of writing anything but <b>Jane Eyre</b> and <b>Frankenstein</b>. <b>Sense and Sensibility</b>, published in 1811, is at least as mighty a work as any of these, and smarter than all three put together. And it would surely impress us even more without <b>Pride and Prejudice</b> (1813), <b>Mansfield Park</b> (1814), and <b>Emma</b> (1815) towering just up ahead. Austen wrote its ur-version, <b>Elinor and Marianne</b>, when she was nineteen, a year before <b>First Impressions</b>, which became <b>Pride and Prejudice</b>; she reconceived it as <b>Sense and Sensibility</b> when she was twenty-two, and she was thirty-six when it finally appeared. Like most first novels, it lays out what will be its author's lasting preoccupations: the &quot;three or four families in a country village&quot; (which Austen told her niece, in an often-quoted letter, was &quot;the very thing to work on&quot;). The interlocking anxieties over marriages, estates, and ecclesiastical &quot;livings.&quot; The secrets, deceptions, and self-deceptions that take several hundred pages to straighten out-to the extent that they get straightened out. The radical skepticism about human knowledge, human communication, and humanpossibility that informs almost every scene right up to the sort-of-happy ending. And the distinctive characters-the negligent or overindulgent parents, the bifurcating siblings (smart sister, beautiful sister; serious brother, coxcomb brother), the charming, corrupted young libertines. Unlike most first novels, though, Sense and Sensibility doesn't need our indulgence. It's good to go.<br><br>In the novels to come, Elinor Dashwood will morph into Anne Elliott and Elizabeth Bennet (who will morph into Emma Woodhouse); Edward Ferrars into Edmund Bertram, Mr. Knightley, Henry Tilney, and Captain Wentworth; Willoughby into George Wickham and Henry Crawford. But the characters in Sense and Sensibility stand convincingly on their own, every bit as memorable as their later avatars. If Austen doesn't have quite the Caliban-to-Ariel range of a Shakespeare, she can still conjure up and sympathize with both Mrs. Jennings-the &quot;rather vulgar&quot; busybody with a borderline-unwholesome interest in young people's love lives, fits of refreshing horse sense, and a ruggedly good heart-and Marianne Dashwood, a wittily observed case study in Romanticism, a compassionately observed case study in sublimated adolescent sexuality, and a humorously observed case study in humorlessness. &quot;I should hardly call her a lively girl,&quot; Elinor observes to Edward, &quot;-she is very earnest, very eager in all she does-sometimes talks a great deal and always with animation-but she is not often really merry.&quot; Humorlessness, in fact, may be the one thing Marianne and her eventual lifemate, Colonel Brandon, have in common. (Sorry to give that plot point away; it won't be the last one, either. So, fair warning.) The minor characters have the sort of eidetic specificity you associate with Dickens: from the gruesomely mismatched Mr. and Mrs. Palmer to Robert Ferrars, splendidly impenetrable in his microcephalic self-complacency. The major characters, on the other hand, refuse to stay narrowly &quot;in character&quot;; they're always recognizably themselves, yet they seem as many-sided and changeable as people out in the nonfictional world.<br><br>Elinor makes as ambivalent a heroine as Mansfield Park's notoriously hard-to-warm-up-to Fanny Price. She's affectionately protective of her sister Marianne yet overfond of zinging her: &quot;It is not every one who has your passion for dead leaves.&quot; She's bemused at Marianne's self-dramatizing, yet she's as smug about suffering in silence as Marianne (who &quot;would have thought herself very inexcusable&quot; if she were able to sleep after Willoughby leaves Devonshire) is proud of suffering in Surround Sound. She can be treacherously clever, as when Lucy Steele speculates (correctly) that she may have offended Elinor by staking her claim to Edward: &quot; 'Offended me! How could you suppose so? Believe me,' and Elinor spoke it with the truest sincerity, 'nothing could be farther from my intention, than to give you such an idea.' &quot; Yet she can also be ponderously preachy: &quot;One observation may, I think, be fairly drawn from the whole of the story-that all Willoughby's difficulties, have arisen from the first offense against virtue, in his behaviour to Eliza Williams. That crime has been the origin of every lesser one, and of all his present discontents.&quot; (In the rest of Austen, only the intentionally preposterous Mary in Pride and Prejudice strikes just this note: &quot;Unhappy as the event may be for Lydia, we may draw from it this useful lesson; that loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable . . .&quot;). Is Elinor simply an intelligent young woman overtaxed by having to be the grown-up of the family? Or is she an unconsciously rivalrous sibling, sick of hearing that her younger, more beautiful sister will marry more advantageously? Or both? Or what? It's not that Austen doesn't have a clear conception of her-it's that she doesn't have a simple conception. Elinor is the character you know the most about, since Austen tells most of the story from her point of view, and consequently she's the one you're least able to nail with a couple of adjectives or a single defining moment.<br><br>Edward bothers us, too. He's a dreamboat only for a woman of Elinor's limited expectations: independent-minded yet passive and depressive, forthright and honorable yet engaged in a book-long cover-up. (It's a tour de force on Austen's part to present a character so burdened with a secret that we see his natural behavior only long after we've gotten used to him.) At his strongest and most appealing-to Elinor, at least-he's a clear-your-mind-of-cant kind of guy: &quot;I am not fond of nettles, or thistles, or heath blossoms. . . . A troop of tidy, happy villagers please me better than the finest banditti in the world.&quot; But he can also be a Hamlet-like whiner, complaining about his own idleness and vowing that his sons will be brought up &quot;to be as unlike myself as possible. In feeling, in action, in condition, in every thing.&quot; For my money, Edward is the least likable of Austen's heroes, while his opposite number, Willoughby, is the most sympathetic of her libertines: smarter than Pride and Prejudice's Wickham (a loser who gets stuck with the &quot;noisy&quot; and virtually portionless Lydia Bennet) and more warmhearted than Mansfield Park's textbook narcissist Henry Crawford. Willoughby may strike trendy Wordsworthian poses with his effusions on cottages (&quot;I consider it as the only form of building in which happiness is attainable&quot;), but at least he has enough sense to abhor his own callowness, and enough sexy boldness to discompose even the rational Elinor. &quot;She felt that his influence over her mind was heightened by circumstances which ought not in reason to have weight; by that person of uncommon attraction, that open, affectionate, and lively manner which it was no merit to possess . . .&quot; His opening line when he at last explains to her what he's been up to (&quot;Tell me honestly, do you think me most a knave or a fool?&quot;) is one of those Byronic flourishes that make him the person in Sense and Sensibility you'd most want to dine with and least want to trust.<br><br><br><i>From the Paperback edition.</i></p>  \"},{\"id\":\"126752945T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"9\",\"text\":\"Sense and Sensibility, the first of those metaphorical bits of  \\\"ivory\\\" on which Jane Austen said she worked with \\\"so fine a brush,\\\" jackhammers away at the idea that to conjecture is a vain and hopeless reflex of the mind. But I'll venture this much: If she'd done nothing else, we'd still be in awe of her. <b>Wuthering Heights</b> alone put Emily Brontë in the pantheon, and her sister Charlotte and their older contemporary Mary Shelley might as well have saved themselves the trouble of writing anything but <b>Jane Eyre</b> and <b>Frankenstein</b>. <b>Sense and Sensibility</b>, published in 1811, is at least as mighty a work as any of these, and smarter than all three put together. And it would surely impress us even more without <b>Pride and Prejudice</b> (1813), <b>Mansfield Park</b> (1814), and <b>Emma</b> (1815) towering just up ahead. Austen wrote its ur-version, <b>Elinor and Marianne</b>, when she was nineteen, a year before <b>First Impressions</b>, which became <b>Pride and Prejudice</b>; she reconceived it as <b>Sense and Sensibility</b> when she was twenty-two, and she was thirty-six when it finally appeared. Like most first novels, it lays out what will be its author's lasting preoccupations: the \\\"three or four families in a country village\\\" (which Austen told her niece, in an often-quoted letter, was \\\"the very thing to work on\\\"). The interlocking anxieties over marriages, estates, and ecclesiastical \\\"livings.\\\" The secrets, deceptions, and self-deceptions that take several hundred pages to straighten out-to the extent that they get straightened out. The radical skepticism about human knowledge, human communication, and human possibility that informs almost every scene right up to the sort-of-happy ending. And the distinctive characters-the negligent or overindulgent parents, the bifurcating siblings (smart sister, beautiful sister; serious brother, coxcomb brother), the charming, corrupted young libertines. Unlike most first novels, though, Sense and Sensibility doesn't need our indulgence. It's good to go.<br/><br/>In the novels to come, Elinor Dashwood will morph into Anne Elliott and Elizabeth Bennet (who will morph into Emma Woodhouse); Edward Ferrars into Edmund Bertram, Mr. Knightley, Henry Tilney, and Captain Wentworth; Willoughby into George Wickham and Henry Crawford. But the characters in Sense and Sensibility stand convincingly on their own, every bit as memorable as their later avatars. If Austen doesn't have quite the Caliban-to-Ariel range of a Shakespeare, she can still conjure up and sympathize with both Mrs. Jennings-the \\\"rather vulgar\\\" busybody with a borderline-unwholesome interest in young people's love lives, fits of refreshing horse sense, and a ruggedly good heart-and Marianne Dashwood, a wittily observed case study in Romanticism, a compassionately observed case study in sublimated adolescent sexuality, and a humorously observed case study in humorlessness. \\\"I should hardly call her a lively girl,\\\" Elinor observes to Edward, \\\"-she is very earnest, very eager in all she does-sometimes talks a great deal and always with animation-but she is not often really merry.\\\" Humorlessness, in fact, may be the one thing Marianne and her eventual lifemate, Colonel Brandon, have in common. (Sorry to give that plot point away; it won't be the last one, either. So, fair warning.) The minor characters have the sort of eidetic specificity you associate with Dickens: from the gruesomely mismatched Mr. and Mrs. Palmer to Robert Ferrars, splendidly impenetrable in his microcephalic self-complacency. The major characters, on the other hand, refuse to stay narrowly \\\"in character\\\"; they're always recognizably themselves, yet they seem as many-sided and changeable as people out in the nonfictional world.<br/><br/>Elinor makes as ambivalent a heroine as Mansfield Park's notoriously hard-to-warm-up-to Fanny Price. She's affectionately protective of her sister Marianne yet overfond of zinging her: \\\"It is not every one who has your passion for dead leaves.\\\" She's bemused at Marianne's self-dramatizing, yet she's as smug about suffering in silence as Marianne (who \\\"would have thought herself very inexcusable\\\" if she were able to sleep after Willoughby leaves Devonshire) is proud of suffering in Surround Sound. She can be treacherously clever, as when Lucy Steele speculates (correctly) that she may have offended Elinor by staking her claim to Edward: \\\" 'Offended me! How could you suppose so? Believe me,' and Elinor spoke it with the truest sincerity, 'nothing could be farther from my intention, than to give you such an idea.' \\\" Yet she can also be ponderously preachy: \\\"One observation may, I think, be fairly drawn from the whole of the story-that all Willoughby's difficulties, have arisen from the first offense against virtue, in his behaviour to Eliza Williams. That crime has been the origin of every lesser one, and of all his present discontents.\\\" (In the rest of Austen, only the intentionally preposterous Mary in Pride and Prejudice strikes just this note: \\\"Unhappy as the event may be for Lydia, we may draw from it this useful lesson; that loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable . . .\\\"). Is Elinor simply an intelligent young woman overtaxed by having to be the grown-up of the family? Or is she an unconsciously rivalrous sibling, sick of hearing that her younger, more beautiful sister will marry more advantageously? Or both? Or what? It's not that Austen doesn't have a clear conception of her-it's that she doesn't have a simple conception. Elinor is the character you know the most about, since Austen tells most of the story from her point of view, and consequently she's the one you're least able to nail with a couple of adjectives or a single defining moment.<br/><br/>Edward bothers us, too. He's a dreamboat only for a woman of Elinor's limited expectations: independent-minded yet passive and depressive, forthright and honorable yet engaged in a book-long cover-up. (It's a tour de force on Austen's part to present a character so burdened with a secret that we see his natural behavior only long after we've gotten used to him.) At his strongest and most appealing-to Elinor, at least-he's a clear-your-mind-of-cant kind of guy: \\\"I am not fond of nettles, or thistles, or heath blossoms. . . . A troop of tidy, happy villagers please me better than the finest banditti in the world.\\\" But he can also be a Hamlet-like whiner, complaining about his own idleness and vowing that his sons will be brought up \\\"to be as unlike myself as possible. In feeling, in action, in condition, in every thing.\\\" For my money, Edward is the least likable of Austen's heroes, while his opposite number, Willoughby, is the most sympathetic of her libertines: smarter than Pride and Prejudice's Wickham (a loser who gets stuck with the \\\"noisy\\\" and virtually portionless Lydia Bennet) and more warmhearted than Mansfield Park's textbook narcissist Henry Crawford. Willoughby may strike trendy Wordsworthian poses with his effusions on cottages (\\\"I consider it as the only form of building in which happiness is attainable\\\"), but at least he has enough sense to abhor his own callowness, and enough sexy boldness to discompose even the rational Elinor. \\\"She felt that his influence over her mind was heightened by circumstances which ought not in reason to have weight; by that person of uncommon attraction, that open, affectionate, and lively manner which it was no merit to possess . . .\\\" His opening line when he at last explains to her what he's been up to (\\\"Tell me honestly, do you think me most a knave or a fool?\\\") is one of those Byronic flourishes that make him the person in Sense and Sensibility you'd most want to dine with and least want to trust.\"},{\"id\":\"116121202T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p></p><p>\\\"The technique of [Jane Austen's novels] is beyond praise . . . Her mastery of the art she chose, or that chose her, is complete.\\\"  —Elizabeth Bowen</p><br/><br/><p>\\\"How could these novels ever seem remote . . . the gaiety is unextinguished today, the irony has kept its bite, the reasoning is still sweet, the sparkle undiminished, as comedies they are irresistibly and as nearly flawless as any fiction could be.\\\"  —Eudora Welty</p><p></p><br/><br/><p></p><p>\\\"[Jane Austen] has a talent for describing the involvements of feelings and characters of ordinary life which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with.\\\"  —Sir Walter Scott</p><br/><br/><p></p><p><p>\\\"Jane Austen is my favourite author.\\\"  —E.M. Forster</p></p><br/><br/><p></p><p>\\\"The wit of Jane Austen has for partner the perfection of her taste.\\\"  —Virginia Woolf</p><br/><br/><p>\\\"For those of us who suspect all the mysteries of life are contained in the microcosm of the family, that personal relationships prefigure all else, the work of Jane Austen is the Rosetta Stone of literature.\\\"  —Anna Quindlen</p><p></p>\"},{\"id\":\"123826779T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"As nearly flawless as any fiction could be.\\\"<br/>-Eudora Welty\"},{\"id\":\"121151167T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"\\\"As nearly flawless as any fiction could be.\\\"<br/>-Eudora Welty\"},{\"id\":\"115041430T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"Austen's genius lies in her style and elegance of mind\\\" -Amanda Craig, <i>Independent</i><br/><br/>\\\"Austen's oeuvre is inviolable - it can never be unwritten\\\" -Francesca Segal, <i>The Guardian</i></p>\"},{\"id\":\"131542855T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<p>\\\"Austen's genius lies in her style and elegance of mind\\\" --Amanda Craig, <i>Independent</i> <p/>\\\"Austen's oeuvre is inviolable - it can never be unwritten\\\" --Francesca Segal, <i>The Guardian</i></p>\"},{\"id\":\"91011482T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Jane Austen at her perpetual best in this story of love and companionship, as told through the lens of a family arranging marriages for their daughters. Will it be Willoughby, Ferrars or Brandon? It&#8217;s a romance, it&#8217;s got Austen&#8217;s usual sharp wit and the characters are unforgettable.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"10044326T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>INTRODUCTION</b><p>It is now almost exactly two centuries since the first two of Jane Austen's six completed novels<b>&#8212;</b><i>Sense and Sensibility</i> and<i>Pride and Prejudice</i><b>&#8212;</b>were published, and for much of that time writers and critics have passionately disagreed about the true caliber of her work. Austen's books received a few respectful reviews and lively attention from the reading public during her lifetime, but it wasn't until nearly thirty years after her death that some critics began to recognize her enduring artistic accomplishment<b>&#8212;</b>and others to debate it.</p><p>In 1843, the historian Thomas Macaulay called Austen the writer to \\\"have approached nearest to the manner of the great master\\\" Shakespeare; Charlotte Bront&#233; felt, on the contrary, that \\\"the Passions are perfectly unknown to her.... Jane Austen was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete, and rather insensible (not senseless) woman.\\\" Anthony Trollope made up his mind as a young man that \\\"<i>Pride and Prejudice</i> was the best novel in the language,\\\" while Mark Twain claimed to feel an \\\"animal repugnance\\\" for Austen's writing.</p><p>Austen herself would probably not have disagreed with many of her detractors' objections. She acknowledged that her themes and concerns were limited; she described them as \\\"human nature in the midland counties.\\\" \\\"Three or four families in a country village is the very thing to work on,\\\" she wrote in a letter to her niece; and in another, now famous letter to her brother Edward, she described her art as \\\"the little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush, as to produce little effect, after much labour.\\\"</p><p>It is true that great historical events and political concerns appear only obliquely, if at all, in the background of Austen's stories; that she deals with the spiritual condition of the human soul only insofar as it manifests itself in her characters' manners and taste in spouses; that the intellectual issues of her day appear in her novels primarily as a vehicle for revealing character and spoofing fashion. Even Austen's great early champion, the critic G. H. Lewes, had to admit the truth of Charlotte Bront&#233;'s objection that Austen's style lacked poetry, and that her \\\"exquisite\\\" work would appeal only to readers who didn't require \\\"strong lights and shadows.\\\" But in spite of these limitations, the particular genius and lasting appeal of Austen's writing has only become clearer and more certain as the decades pass and literary fashions come and go.</p><p>What is Austen's particular genius? And what might account for the renaissance of popular interest in her work today<b>&#8212;</b>one reflected in the recently acclaimed television and feature film productions of <i>Sense and Sensibility</i> (with an Oscar-winning screenplay by Emma Thompson), <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> (an A&E miniseries), the art house hit <i>Persuasion</i>, and the upcoming release of <i>Emma</i>, as well as the <i>Emma</i>-inspired <i>Clueless</i>, now atop video rental charts?</p><p>\\\"Of all great writers,\\\" Virginia Woolf said, \\\"she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness.\\\" But perhaps Austen herself gave us a clue to the standards for greatness she set herself, and a way to judge her achievement, when in <i>Northanger Abbey </i>she has a character say&#58; \\\"'Oh! it is only a novel!' or, in short, only some work in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusion of wit and humour are to be conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.\\\"</p><p>Austen's delightful wit is certainly one of the great pleasures of her work. As to \\\"the best chosen language,\\\" while her writing conveys none of the lyricism of the Romantics (like Bront&#233;) who would succeed her, it is full of intelligence and precisely crafted to convey its often subtle meaning. But Austen's strongest suit is her thorough knowledge and happy delineation of human nature. We can still, despite the vast differences between her society and our own, recognize ourselves in the ways her characters think and behave. We all know people as cleverly manipulative and outwardly affectionate as Lucy Steele or Miss Bingley; as self-involved as Fanny Dashwood or Lady Catherine de Bourgh; and as charming but as lacking in scruples as John Willoughby or Colonel Wickham. We are in turns impulsive and hyper-responsible like Marianne and Elinor Dashwood; conceal ourselves with arrogance like Mr. Darcy; assume we understand more than we do like Elizabeth Bennet; and revel in gossip, like Mrs. Jennings. And while the great events and philosophical movements of history play themselves out around us, it is our own nature and actions, and the nature and actions of the people around us, that most influence our lives.</p><p>In her own day, Austen's work signified a break with the Gothic and sentimental novels that had long been fashionable, in which heroines were always virtuous, romance was always sentimentalized, and unlikely but convenient coincidences and acts of God always occurred to bring about the dramatic climax. Instead Austen represented the ordinary world of men and women as it<b>&#8212;</b>sometimes mundanely<b>&#8212;</b>was, a place where love and romance were constrained by economics and human imperfection; where women had distinct and often sparkling personalities; where characters were never simply good or evil but more complicated amalgams, reflecting both their own moral nature and the virtues and failings of the families and society that shaped them.</p><p>In these ways, Austen seems very much in tune with today's sensibilities. We love her strong, unpretentious heroines (\\\"Pictures of perfection as you know make me sick & wicked,\\\" Austen said of them), who think for themselves and say what they mean when appropriate and don't take themselves too seriously. They are not, in today's parlance, victims. We are as interested as ever in Austen's favorite subjects of love and marriage, while also identifying with her steadfast refusal to romanticize romance; with her acknowledgment that money, class, and what other people think matter in the real world; that marriage does not result in a happy ending for everyone; and that it is dangerous to let passion blind us to reality. Living amidst the cultural fallout from the self-absorbed, sensibility-prone 1960s, we appreciate Austen's emphasis on reason, moderation, fidelity, and consideration for others.</p><p>Austen wrote her books at the dawn of the nineteenth century, when vast social changes were already encroaching on the way of life she so loved and rendered with such exquisite artistry. We read her books today on the cusp of a new century, with an unfathomable world creeping up on us, too<b>&#8212;</b>one globally interconnected, technologically complex, economically uncertain. Perhaps we find on Austen's rural estates and in her charming, insular society the same peace and pleasure she found there; and an analogue for the simpler, more circumscribed world of our own childhoods, itself passing quickly away into history.</p><p><b>About the Title</b></p><p>Marianne Dashwood, trusting the evidence of her senses, falls passionately in love with a man who in truth is less good than he seems. Elinor Dashwood quite sensibly \\\"thinks very highly of, greatly esteems, and likes\\\" a man whose worthiness in her eyes only increases when she learns why he cannot marry her. Through the sisters' stories, and the moral dilemmas they raise, Jane Austen explores in the form of a delightful and dramatically satisfying romance the limitations and pitfalls of the Romantic aesthetic in a world where money matters.</p><p>Though <i>Northanger Abbey </i>(originally called Lady Susan) was Austen's first novel to be accepted for publication, the publisher never issued it, and by the time Austen bought back the rights in 1816, she didn't think it was good enough to publish. <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>, published in 1811, is considerably more ambitious than Northanger Abbey, both thematically and technically, and is generally considered Austen's first major novel.</p><p>&#160;</p><br><b>ABOUT JANE AUSTEN</b><p>Jane Austen, seventh of the eight children of Reverend George and Cassandra Leigh Austen, was born on December 16, 1775, in the small village of Steventon in Hampshire, England. Her childhood was happy&#58; her home was full of books and many friends and her parents encouraged both their children's intellectual interests and their passion for producing and performing in amateur theatricals. Austen's closest relationship, one that would endure throughout her life, was with her beloved only sister, Cassandra.</p><p>From about the time she was twelve years old, Austen began writing spirited parodies of the popular Gothic and sentimental fiction of the day for the amusement of her family. Chock-full of stock characters, vapid and virtuous heroines, and improbable coincidences, these early works reveal in nascent form many of her literary gifts&#58; particularly her ironic sensibility, wit, and gift for comedy. Attempts at more sustained, serious works began around 1794 with a novel in letters<b>&#8212;</b>a popular form at the time<b>&#8212;</b>called Lady Susan, and in the years immediately following with two more epistolary novels<b>&#8212;</b>one called Elinor and Marianne, the other First Impressions<b>&#8212;</b>that would evolve into <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>and <i>Pride and Prejudice</i>. Lady Susan, later revised and entitled <i>Northanger Abbey</i>, also was begun in that period.</p><p>From 1799 to 1809, little is known of Austen's life or literary endeavors, other than that upon her father's retirement she moved unhappily from her beloved home in Steventon to Bath; that he died a few years thereafter and she moved to Southampton; and that she began, but did not complete, a novel called The Watsons. A move back to the country in 1808<b>&#8212;</b>to a cottage on one of her brother's properties in Chawton<b>&#8212;</b>seems to have revived her interest in writing.</p><p>Her revised version of Elinor and Marianne<b>&#8212;</b><i>Sense and Sensibility</i><b>&#8212;</b>was published, like all the work which appeared in print in her lifetime, anonymously, in 1811; and between the time <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> was accepted for publication and the time it actually appeared, she wrote <i>Mansfield Park</i>. <i>Emma</i> appeared in 1816 and was reviewed favorably by the most popular novelist of the day, Sir Walter Scott, who said&#58;</p><p>The author's knowledge of the world, and the peculiar tact with which she presents characters that the reader cannot fail to recognize, reminds us something of the merits of the Flemish school of painting. The subjects are not often elegant, and certainly never grand; but they are finished up to nature, and with a precision which delights the reader.</p><p>Scott also insightfully pointed out <i>Emma</i>'s significance in representing the emergence of a new kind of novel, one concerned with the texture of ordinary life.</p><p>Though all her novels were concerned with courtship, love, and marriage, Austen never married. There is some evidence that she had several flirtations with eligible men in her early twenties, and speculation that in 1802 she agreed to marry the heir of a Hampshire family but then changed her mind. Austen rigorously guarded her privacy, and after her death, her family censored and destroyed many of her letters. Little is known of her personal experience or her favorite subjects. However, Austen's reputation as a \\\"dowdy bluestocking,\\\" as literary critic Ronald Blythe points out, is far from accurate&#58; \\\"she loved balls, cards, wine, music, country walks, conversation, children, and bad as well as excellent novels.\\\"</p><p>In 1816, as she worked to complete her novel <i>Persuasion</i>, Austen's health began to fail. She continued to work, preparing<i>Northanger Abbey </i>for publication, and began a light-hearted, satirical work called Sanditon which she never finished. She died at the age of forty-two on July 18, 1817, in the arms of her beloved sister, Cassandra, of what historians now believe to have been Addison's disease.</p><p>The identity of \\\"A Lady\\\" who wrote the popular novels was known in her lifetime only to her family and a few elite readers, among them the Prince Regent, who invited Austen to visit his library and \\\"permitted\\\" her to dedicate <i>Emma</i> to him (unaware, no doubt, that she loathed him). But Austen deliberately avoided literary circles; in Ronald Blythe's words, \\\"literature, not the literary life, was always her intention.\\\" It was not until the December following her death, when <i>Northanger Abbey </i>and<i>Persuasion</i> were published, that \\\"a biographical notice of the author\\\" by Austen's brother Henry appeared in the books, revealing to the reading public for the first time the name of Jane Austen.</p><p>The time in which Jane Austen wrote her novels was a period of great stability just about to give way to a time of unimagined changes. At that time most of England's population (some thirteen million) were involved in rural and agricultural work&#58; yet within another twenty years, the majority of Englishmen became urban dwellers involved with industry, and the great railway age had begun. Throughout the early years of the century the cities were growing at a great rate; the network of canals was completed, the main roads were being remade. Regency London, in particular, boomed and became, among other things, a great centre of fashion. On the other hand, England in the first decade of the nineteenth century was still predominantly a land of country towns and villages, a land of rural routines which were scarcely touched by the seven campaigns of the Peninsular War against Napoleon.</p><p>But if Austen's age was still predominantly one of rural quiet, it was also the age of the French Revolution, the War of American Independence, the start of the Industrial Revolution, and the first generation of the Romantic poets; and Jane Austen was certainly not unaware of what was going on in the world around her. She had two brothers in the Royal Navy and a cousin whose husband was guillotined in the Terror. And although her favourite prose writer was Dr. Samuel Johnson, she clearly knew the works of writers like Goethe, Worsdworth, Scott, Byron, Southey, Godwin and other, very definitely nineteenth-century, authors.</p><p>If Jane Austen seems to have lived a life of placid rural seclusion in north Hampshire, she was at the same time very aware of a whole range of new energies and impulses, new ideas and powers, which were changing or about to change England<b>&#8212;</b>and indeed the whole western world<b>&#8212;</b>with a violence, a suddenness, and a heedlessness, which would soon make Jane Austen's world seem as remote as the Elizabethan Age. It is well to remember that in the early years of the century, when Thomas Arnold saw his first train tearing through the Rugby countryside he said&#58; \\\"Feudality is gone forever.\\\" So close was it possible then to feel to the immemorial, static feudal way of life; so quickly was that way of life to vanish as the modern world laboured to be born.</p><p>Adapted from the Introduction to the Penguin Classics edition of <i>Mansfield Park</i>.</p><p><b>Related Titles</b></p><p><i>Northanger Abbey</i></p><p>Edited with an Introduction by Marilyn Butler</p><p>This lighthearted romance, generally agreed to be Austen's earliest major novel, though it was not published until after her death, is also a high-spirited burlesque of the sentimental and Gothic novels of her day. When the charmingly imperfect heroine, Catherine Morland, visits Northanger Abbey, she meets all the trappings of Gothic horror, and imagines the worst. Fortunately, she has at hand her own fundamental good sense and irresistible but unsentimental hero, Henry Tilney. Real disaster does eventually strike, but doesn't spoil for too long the happy atmosphere of this delightful novel.</p><p>0-14-043413-5</p><p><i>Mansfield Park</i></p><p>Edited with an Introduction by Tony Tanner</p><p>More varied in scene and conceived on a bigger scale than Austen's earlier books, <i>Mansfield Park</i> (1814) can be seen as an image of quiet resistance at the start of what was to be the most convulsive century of change in English history. In telling the story of Fanny Price, the quiet and sensitive daughter of a lower-middle-class Portsmouth family who is brought up in<b>&#8212;</b>and after much suffering eventually becomes mistress of<b>&#8212;</b>elegant <i>Mansfield Park</i>, Austen draws on her usual cool irony and psychological insight while also portraying a less immediately winning heroine in a more complex light.</p><p>0-14-043016-4</p><p><i>Emma</i></p><p>Edited with an Introduction by Ronald Blythe</p><p>Many writers and critics consider <i>Emma</i> (1816), the last of Austen's novels published in her lifetime, the climax of her genius. Dominating the novel is the character of Emma Woodhouse<b>&#8212;</b>vital, interesting, complex, and predisposed to playing power games with other people's emotions. Austen called her a heroine \\\"no one but myself would like,\\\" but she endures as one of Austen's immortal creations. Charting how Emma's disastrous foray as a matchmaker precipitates a crisis in the small provincial world of Highbury, and in her own heart, this novel of self-deceit and self-discovery sparkles with intelligence, wit, and irony.</p><p>0-14-043010-5</p><p><i>Persuasion</i></p><p>Edited with an Introduction by D.W. Harding</p><p>Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth had met and separated years before. Their reunion forces a recognition of the false values that drove them apart. The characters who embody those values are the subjects of some of the most withering satire that Austen ever wrote. Like its predecessors, <i>Persuasion</i> (published after her death in 1818) is a tale of love and marriage, told with Austen's distinctive irony and insight. But the heroine<b>&#8212;</b>like the author<b>&#8212;</b>is more mature; the tone of the writing more somber.</p><p>Also included in this edition is the pioneering biography of Austen written fifty years after her death by her nephew, J. E. Austen-Leigh, which outlines the essential facts of Austen's life while also reflecting the Victorian era's limited comprehension of her achievements.</p><p>0-14-043005-9</p><p><i>Lady Susan/The Watsons/Sanditon</i></p><p>Edited with an Introduction by Margaret Drabble</p><p>These three works<b>&#8212;</b>one novel unpublished in her lifetime and two unfinished fragments<b>&#8212;</b>reveal Austen's development as a great artist. Lady Susan is a sparkling melodrama, written in epistolary form, featuring a beautiful, intelligent, and wicked heroine. The Watsons, probably written when Austen resided unhappily in Bath and abandoned after her father's death, is a tantalizing fragment centering on the marital prospects of the Watson sisters in a small provincial town. Sanditon, Austen's last fiction, reflects her growing concern with the new speculative consumer society and foreshadows the great social upheavals of the Industrial Revolution.</p><p>0-14-043102-0</p><p>Also available from Penguin Classics&#58;</p><p><i>The Juvenilia of Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;</i><br>Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;<br>Edited by Frances Beer</p><p>This collection provides the opportunity to discover the first examples of Austen's neoclassical elegance and Bront&#233;'s mastery of the romantic spirit.</p><p>0-14-043267-1</p><p>Available on audiocassette from Penguin Audiobooks&#58;</p><p><i>Emma</i> 0-14-086106-8<br><i>Persuasion</i> 0-14-086058-4<br><i>Pride and Prejudice</i> 0-14-086060-6<br><i>Sense and Sensibility</i> 0-14-086245-5<br>Boxed Set&#58; <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>, <i>Persuasion</i>, and <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> 0-14-771107-X</p><p>Penguin Classics wishes to thank and credit the following writers and books for information used in creating this Penguin Classics Guide&#58;</p><p>Joseph Duffy, \\\"Criticism 1814-70\\\"; Brian Southam, \\\"Criticism 1870-1940\\\" and \\\"Janeites and Anti-Janeites\\\"; A. Walton Litz, \\\"Criticism 1939-83\\\"; J. David Grey, \\\"Life of Jane Austen\\\"; all in <i>The Jane Austen Companion</i>, J. David Grey, Managing Editor; Macmillan Publishing Company, New York, 1986.</p><p>Lloyd W. Brown, \\\"The Business of Marrying and Mothering,\\\" and Norman Page, \\\"The Great Tradition Revisited,\\\" in <i>Jane Austen's Achievement</i>, edited by Juliet McMaster, Harper & Row Publishers, Inc., Barnes & Noble Import Division, New York, 1976.</p><p>W. A. Craik, <i>Jane Austen&#58; The Six Novels</i>, Barnes & Noble, Inc., New York, 1965.</p></p>\"},{\"id\":\"68736123T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<P><b>INTRODUCTION</b><P>It is now almost exactly two centuries since the first two of Jane Austen's six completed novels&#8212;<i>Sense and Sensibility</i> and<i>Pride and Prejudice</i>&#8212;were published, and for much of that time writers and critics have passionately disagreed about the true caliber of her work. Austen's books received a few respectful reviews and lively attention from the reading public during her lifetime, but it wasn't until nearly thirty years after her death that some critics began to recognize her enduring artistic accomplishment&#8212;and others to debate it.</p><P>In 1843, the historian Thomas Macaulay called Austen the writer to \\\"have approached nearest to the manner of the great master\\\" Shakespeare; Charlotte Bront&#233; felt, on the contrary, that \\\"the Passions are perfectly unknown to her.... Jane Austen was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete, and rather insensible (not senseless) woman.\\\" Anthony Trollope made up his mind as a young man that \\\"<i>Pride and Prejudice</i> was the best novel in the language,\\\" while Mark Twain claimed to feel an \\\"animal repugnance\\\" for Austen's writing.</p><P>Austen herself would probably not have disagreed with many of her detractors' objections. She acknowledged that her themes and concerns were limited; she described them as \\\"human nature in the midland counties.\\\" \\\"Three or four families in a country village is the very thing to work on,\\\" she wrote in a letter to her niece; and in another, now famous letter to her brother Edward, she described her art as \\\"the little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush, as to produce little effect, after much labour.\\\"</p><P>It is true that great historical events and political concerns appear only obliquely, if at all, in the background of Austen's stories; that she deals with the spiritual condition of the human soul only insofar as it manifests itself in her characters' manners and taste in spouses; that the intellectual issues of her day appear in her novels primarily as a vehicle for revealing character and spoofing fashion. Even Austen's great early champion, the critic G. H. Lewes, had to admit the truth of Charlotte Bront&#233;'s objection that Austen's style lacked poetry, and that her \\\"exquisite\\\" work would appeal only to readers who didn't require \\\"strong lights and shadows.\\\" But in spite of these limitations, the particular genius and lasting appeal of Austen's writing has only become clearer and more certain as the decades pass and literary fashions come and go.</p><P>What is Austen's particular genius? And what might account for the renaissance of popular interest in her work today&#8212;one reflected in the recently acclaimed television and feature film productions of <i>Sense and Sensibility</i> (with an Oscar-winning screenplay by Emma Thompson), <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> (an A&E miniseries), the art house hit <i>Persuasion</i>, and the upcoming release of <i>Emma</i>, as well as the <i>Emma</i>-inspired <i>Clueless</i>, now atop video rental charts?</p><P>\\\"Of all great writers,\\\" Virginia Woolf said, \\\"she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness.\\\" But perhaps Austen herself gave us a clue to the standards for greatness she set herself, and a way to judge her achievement, when in <i>Northanger Abbey </i>she has a character say&#58; \\\"'Oh! it is only a novel!' or, in short, only some work in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusion of wit and humour are to be conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.\\\"</p><P>Austen's delightful wit is certainly one of the great pleasures of her work. As to \\\"the best chosen language,\\\" while her writing conveys none of the lyricism of the Romantics (like Bront&#233;) who would succeed her, it is full of intelligence and precisely crafted to convey its often subtle meaning. But Austen's strongest suit is her thorough knowledge and happy delineation of human nature. We can still, despite the vast differences between her society and our own, recognize ourselves in the ways her characters think and behave. We all know people as cleverly manipulative and outwardly affectionate as Lucy Steele or Miss Bingley; as self-involved as Fanny Dashwood or Lady Catherine de Bourgh; and as charming but as lacking in scruples as John Willoughby or Colonel Wickham. We are in turns impulsive and hyper-responsible like Marianne and Elinor Dashwood; conceal ourselves with arrogance like Mr. Darcy; assume we understand more than we do like Elizabeth Bennet; and revel in gossip, like Mrs. Jennings. And while the great events and philosophical movements of history play themselves out around us, it is our own nature and actions, and the nature and actions of the people around us, that most influence our lives.</p><P>In her own day, Austen's work signified a break with the Gothic and sentimental novels that had long been fashionable, in which heroines were always virtuous, romance was always sentimentalized, and unlikely but convenient coincidences and acts of God always occurred to bring about the dramatic climax. Instead Austen represented the ordinary world of men and women as it&#8212;sometimes mundanely&#8212;was, a place where love and romance were constrained by economics and human imperfection; where women had distinct and often sparkling personalities; where characters were never simply good or evil but more complicated amalgams, reflecting both their own moral nature and the virtues and failings of the families and society that shaped them.</p><P>In these ways, Austen seems very much in tune with today's sensibilities. We love her strong, unpretentious heroines (\\\"Pictures of perfection as you know make me sick & wicked,\\\" Austen said of them), who think for themselves and say what they mean when appropriate and don't take themselves too seriously. They are not, in today's parlance, victims. We are as interested as ever in Austen's favorite subjects of love and marriage, while also identifying with her steadfast refusal to romanticize romance; with her acknowledgment that money, class, and what other people think matter in the real world; that marriage does not result in a happy ending for everyone; and that it is dangerous to let passion blind us to reality. Living amidst the cultural fallout from the self-absorbed, sensibility-prone 1960s, we appreciate Austen's emphasis on reason, moderation, fidelity, and consideration for others.</p><P>Austen wrote her books at the dawn of the nineteenth century, when vast social changes were already encroaching on the way of life she so loved and rendered with such exquisite artistry. We read her books today on the cusp of a new century, with an unfathomable world creeping up on us, too&#8212;one globally interconnected, technologically complex, economically uncertain. Perhaps we find on Austen's rural estates and in her charming, insular society the same peace and pleasure she found there; and an analogue for the simpler, more circumscribed world of our own childhoods, itself passing quickly away into history.</p><P><b>About the Title</b></p><P>Marianne Dashwood, trusting the evidence of her senses, falls passionately in love with a man who in truth is less good than he seems. Elinor Dashwood quite sensibly \\\"thinks very highly of, greatly esteems, and likes\\\" a man whose worthiness in her eyes only increases when she learns why he cannot marry her. Through the sisters' stories, and the moral dilemmas they raise, Jane Austen explores in the form of a delightful and dramatically satisfying romance the limitations and pitfalls of the Romantic aesthetic in a world where money matters.</p><P>Though <i>Northanger Abbey </i>(originally called Lady Susan) was Austen's first novel to be accepted for publication, the publisher never issued it, and by the time Austen bought back the rights in 1816, she didn't think it was good enough to publish. <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>, published in 1811, is considerably more ambitious than Northanger Abbey, both thematically and technically, and is generally considered Austen's first major novel.</p><P>&#160;</p><br><b>ABOUT JANE AUSTEN</b><P>Jane Austen, seventh of the eight children of Reverend George and Cassandra Leigh Austen, was born on December 16, 1775, in the small village of Steventon in Hampshire, England. Her childhood was happy&#58; her home was full of books and many friends and her parents encouraged both their children's intellectual interests and their passion for producing and performing in amateur theatricals. Austen's closest relationship, one that would endure throughout her life, was with her beloved only sister, Cassandra.</p><P>From about the time she was twelve years old, Austen began writing spirited parodies of the popular Gothic and sentimental fiction of the day for the amusement of her family. Chock-full of stock characters, vapid and virtuous heroines, and improbable coincidences, these early works reveal in nascent form many of her literary gifts&#58; particularly her ironic sensibility, wit, and gift for comedy. Attempts at more sustained, serious works began around 1794 with a novel in letters&#8212;a popular form at the time&#8212;called Lady Susan, and in the years immediately following with two more epistolary novels&#8212;one called Elinor and Marianne, the other First Impressions&#8212;that would evolve into <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>and <i>Pride and Prejudice</i>. Lady Susan, later revised and entitled <i>Northanger Abbey</i>, also was begun in that period.</p><P>From 1799 to 1809, little is known of Austen's life or literary endeavors, other than that upon her father's retirement she moved unhappily from her beloved home in Steventon to Bath; that he died a few years thereafter and she moved to Southampton; and that she began, but did not complete, a novel called The Watsons. A move back to the country in 1808&#8212;to a cottage on one of her brother's properties in Chawton&#8212;seems to have revived her interest in writing.</p><P>Her revised version of Elinor and Marianne&#8212;<i>Sense and Sensibility</i>&#8212;was published, like all the work which appeared in print in her lifetime, anonymously, in 1811; and between the time <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> was accepted for publication and the time it actually appeared, she wrote <i>Mansfield Park</i>. <i>Emma</i> appeared in 1816 and was reviewed favorably by the most popular novelist of the day, Sir Walter Scott, who said&#58;</p><P>The author's knowledge of the world, and the peculiar tact with which she presents characters that the reader cannot fail to recognize, reminds us something of the merits of the Flemish school of painting. The subjects are not often elegant, and certainly never grand; but they are finished up to nature, and with a precision which delights the reader.</p><P>Scott also insightfully pointed out <i>Emma</i>'s significance in representing the emergence of a new kind of novel, one concerned with the texture of ordinary life.</p><P>Though all her novels were concerned with courtship, love, and marriage, Austen never married. There is some evidence that she had several flirtations with eligible men in her early twenties, and speculation that in 1802 she agreed to marry the heir of a Hampshire family but then changed her mind. Austen rigorously guarded her privacy, and after her death, her family censored and destroyed many of her letters. Little is known of her personal experience or her favorite subjects. However, Austen's reputation as a \\\"dowdy bluestocking,\\\" as literary critic Ronald Blythe points out, is far from accurate&#58; \\\"she loved balls, cards, wine, music, country walks, conversation, children, and bad as well as excellent novels.\\\"</p><P>In 1816, as she worked to complete her novel <i>Persuasion</i>, Austen's health began to fail. She continued to work, preparing<i>Northanger Abbey </i>for publication, and began a light-hearted, satirical work called Sanditon which she never finished. She died at the age of forty-two on July 18, 1817, in the arms of her beloved sister, Cassandra, of what historians now believe to have been Addison's disease.</p><P>The identity of \\\"A Lady\\\" who wrote the popular novels was known in her lifetime only to her family and a few elite readers, among them the Prince Regent, who invited Austen to visit his library and \\\"permitted\\\" her to dedicate <i>Emma</i> to him (unaware, no doubt, that she loathed him). But Austen deliberately avoided literary circles; in Ronald Blythe's words, \\\"literature, not the literary life, was always her intention.\\\" It was not until the December following her death, when <i>Northanger Abbey </i>and<i>Persuasion</i> were published, that \\\"a biographical notice of the author\\\" by Austen's brother Henry appeared in the books, revealing to the reading public for the first time the name of Jane Austen.</p><P>The time in which Jane Austen wrote her novels was a period of great stability just about to give way to a time of unimagined changes. At that time most of England's population (some thirteen million) were involved in rural and agricultural work&#58; yet within another twenty years, the majority of Englishmen became urban dwellers involved with industry, and the great railway age had begun. Throughout the early years of the century the cities were growing at a great rate; the network of canals was completed, the main roads were being remade. Regency London, in particular, boomed and became, among other things, a great centre of fashion. On the other hand, England in the first decade of the nineteenth century was still predominantly a land of country towns and villages, a land of rural routines which were scarcely touched by the seven campaigns of the Peninsular War against Napoleon.</p><P>But if Austen's age was still predominantly one of rural quiet, it was also the age of the French Revolution, the War of American Independence, the start of the Industrial Revolution, and the first generation of the Romantic poets; and Jane Austen was certainly not unaware of what was going on in the world around her. She had two brothers in the Royal Navy and a cousin whose husband was guillotined in the Terror. And although her favourite prose writer was Dr. Samuel Johnson, she clearly knew the works of writers like Goethe, Worsdworth, Scott, Byron, Southey, Godwin and other, very definitely nineteenth-century, authors.</p><P>If Jane Austen seems to have lived a life of placid rural seclusion in north Hampshire, she was at the same time very aware of a whole range of new energies and impulses, new ideas and powers, which were changing or about to change England&#8212;and indeed the whole western world&#8212;with a violence, a suddenness, and a heedlessness, which would soon make Jane Austen's world seem as remote as the Elizabethan Age. It is well to remember that in the early years of the century, when Thomas Arnold saw his first train tearing through the Rugby countryside he said&#58; \\\"Feudality is gone forever.\\\" So close was it possible then to feel to the immemorial, static feudal way of life; so quickly was that way of life to vanish as the modern world laboured to be born.</p><P>Adapted from the Introduction to the Penguin Classics edition of <i>Mansfield Park</i>.</p><P><b>Related Titles</b></p><P><i>Northanger Abbey</i></p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Marilyn Butler</p><P>This lighthearted romance, generally agreed to be Austen's earliest major novel, though it was not published until after her death, is also a high-spirited burlesque of the sentimental and Gothic novels of her day. When the charmingly imperfect heroine, Catherine Morland, visits Northanger Abbey, she meets all the trappings of Gothic horror, and imagines the worst. Fortunately, she has at hand her own fundamental good sense and irresistible but unsentimental hero, Henry Tilney. Real disaster does eventually strike, but doesn't spoil for too long the happy atmosphere of this delightful novel.</p><P>0-14-043413-5</p><P><i>Mansfield Park</i></p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Tony Tanner</p><P>More varied in scene and conceived on a bigger scale than Austen's earlier books, <i>Mansfield Park</i> (1814) can be seen as an image of quiet resistance at the start of what was to be the most convulsive century of change in English history. In telling the story of Fanny Price, the quiet and sensitive daughter of a lower-middle-class Portsmouth family who is brought up in&#8212;and after much suffering eventually becomes mistress of&#8212;elegant <i>Mansfield Park</i>, Austen draws on her usual cool irony and psychological insight while also portraying a less immediately winning heroine in a more complex light.</p><P>0-14-043016-4</p><P><i>Emma</i></p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Ronald Blythe</p><P>Many writers and critics consider <i>Emma</i> (1816), the last of Austen's novels published in her lifetime, the climax of her genius. Dominating the novel is the character of Emma Woodhouse&#8212;vital, interesting, complex, and predisposed to playing power games with other people's emotions. Austen called her a heroine \\\"no one but myself would like,\\\" but she endures as one of Austen's immortal creations. Charting how Emma's disastrous foray as a matchmaker precipitates a crisis in the small provincial world of Highbury, and in her own heart, this novel of self-deceit and self-discovery sparkles with intelligence, wit, and irony.</p><P>0-14-043010-5</p><P><i>Persuasion</i></p><P>Edited with an Introduction by D.W. Harding</p><P>Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth had met and separated years before. Their reunion forces a recognition of the false values that drove them apart. The characters who embody those values are the subjects of some of the most withering satire that Austen ever wrote. Like its predecessors, <i>Persuasion</i> (published after her death in 1818) is a tale of love and marriage, told with Austen's distinctive irony and insight. But the heroine&#8212;like the author&#8212;is more mature; the tone of the writing more somber.</p><P>Also included in this edition is the pioneering biography of Austen written fifty years after her death by her nephew, J. E. Austen-Leigh, which outlines the essential facts of Austen's life while also reflecting the Victorian era's limited comprehension of her achievements.</p><P>0-14-043005-9</p><P><i>Lady Susan/The Watsons/Sanditon</i></p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Margaret Drabble</p><P>These three works&#8212;one novel unpublished in her lifetime and two unfinished fragments&#8212;reveal Austen's development as a great artist. Lady Susan is a sparkling melodrama, written in epistolary form, featuring a beautiful, intelligent, and wicked heroine. The Watsons, probably written when Austen resided unhappily in Bath and abandoned after her father's death, is a tantalizing fragment centering on the marital prospects of the Watson sisters in a small provincial town. Sanditon, Austen's last fiction, reflects her growing concern with the new speculative consumer society and foreshadows the great social upheavals of the Industrial Revolution.</p><P>0-14-043102-0</p><P>Also available from Penguin Classics&#58;</p><P><i>The Juvenilia of Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;</i><br>Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;<br>Edited by Frances Beer</p><P>This collection provides the opportunity to discover the first examples of Austen's neoclassical elegance and Bront&#233;'s mastery of the romantic spirit.</p><P>0-14-043267-1</p><P>Available on audiocassette from Penguin Audiobooks&#58;</p><P><i>Emma</i> 0-14-086106-8<br><i>Persuasion</i> 0-14-086058-4<br><i>Pride and Prejudice</i> 0-14-086060-6<br><i>Sense and Sensibility</i> 0-14-086245-5<br>Boxed Set&#58; <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>, <i>Persuasion</i>, and <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> 0-14-771107-X</p><P>Penguin Classics wishes to thank and credit the following writers and books for information used in creating this Penguin Classics Guide&#58;</p><P>Joseph Duffy, \\\"Criticism 1814-70\\\"; Brian Southam, \\\"Criticism 1870-1940\\\" and \\\"Janeites and Anti-Janeites\\\"; A. Walton Litz, \\\"Criticism 1939-83\\\"; J. David Grey, \\\"Life of Jane Austen\\\"; all in <i>The Jane Austen Companion</i>, J. David Grey, Managing Editor; Macmillan Publishing Company, New York, 1986.</p><P>Lloyd W. Brown, \\\"The Business of Marrying and Mothering,\\\" and Norman Page, \\\"The Great Tradition Revisited,\\\" in <i>Jane Austen's Achievement</i>, edited by Juliet McMaster, Harper & Row Publishers, Inc., Barnes & Noble Import Division, New York, 1976.</p><P>W. A. Craik, <i>Jane Austen&#58; The Six Novels</i>, Barnes & Noble, Inc., New York, 1965.</p></p>\"},{\"id\":\"101323136T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"INTRODUCTION<P>It is now almost exactly two centuries since the first two of Jane Austen's six completed novels&#8212;Sense and Sensibility andPride and Prejudice&#8212;were published, and for much of that time writers and critics have passionately disagreed about the true caliber of her work. Austen's books received a few respectful reviews and lively attention from the reading public during her lifetime, but it wasn't until nearly thirty years after her death that some critics began to recognize her enduring artistic accomplishment&#8212;and others to debate it.</p><P>In 1843, the historian Thomas Macaulay called Austen the writer to \\\"have approached nearest to the manner of the great master\\\" Shakespeare; Charlotte Bront&#233; felt, on the contrary, that \\\"the Passions are perfectly unknown to her.... Jane Austen was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete, and rather insensible (not senseless) woman.\\\" Anthony Trollope made up his mind as a young man that \\\"Pride and Prejudice was the best novel in the language,\\\" while Mark Twain claimed to feel an \\\"animal repugnance\\\" for Austen's writing.</p><P>Austen herself would probably not have disagreed with many of her detractors' objections. She acknowledged that her themes and concerns were limited; she described them as \\\"human nature in the midland counties.\\\" \\\"Three or four families in a country village is the very thing to work on,\\\" she wrote in a letter to her niece; and in another, now famous letter to her brother Edward, she described her art as \\\"the little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush, as to produce little effect, after much labour.\\\"</p><P>It is true that great historical events and political concerns appear only obliquely, if at all, in the background of Austen's stories; that she deals with the spiritual condition of the human soul only insofar as it manifests itself in her characters' manners and taste in spouses; that the intellectual issues of her day appear in her novels primarily as a vehicle for revealing character and spoofing fashion. Even Austen's great early champion, the critic G. H. Lewes, had to admit the truth of Charlotte Bront&#233;'s objection that Austen's style lacked poetry, and that her \\\"exquisite\\\" work would appeal only to readers who didn't require \\\"strong lights and shadows.\\\" But in spite of these limitations, the particular genius and lasting appeal of Austen's writing has only become clearer and more certain as the decades pass and literary fashions come and go.</p><P>What is Austen's particular genius? And what might account for the renaissance of popular interest in her work today&#8212;one reflected in the recently acclaimed television and feature film productions of Sense and Sensibility (with an Oscar-winning screenplay by Emma Thompson), Pride and Prejudice (an A&E miniseries), the art house hit Persuasion, and the upcoming release of Emma, as well as the Emma-inspired Clueless, now atop video rental charts?</p><P>\\\"Of all great writers,\\\" Virginia Woolf said, \\\"she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness.\\\" But perhaps Austen herself gave us a clue to the standards for greatness she set herself, and a way to judge her achievement, when in Northanger Abbey she has a character say&#58; \\\"'Oh! it is only a novel!' or, in short, only some work in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusion of wit and humour are to be conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.\\\"</p><P>Austen's delightful wit is certainly one of the great pleasures of her work. As to \\\"the best chosen language,\\\" while her writing conveys none of the lyricism of the Romantics (like Bront&#233;) who would succeed her, it is full of intelligence and precisely crafted to convey its often subtle meaning. But Austen's strongest suit is her thorough knowledge and happy delineation of human nature. We can still, despite the vast differences between her society and our own, recognize ourselves in the ways her characters think and behave. We all know people as cleverly manipulative and outwardly affectionate as Lucy Steele or Miss Bingley; as self-involved as Fanny Dashwood or Lady Catherine de Bourgh; and as charming but as lacking in scruples as John Willoughby or Colonel Wickham. We are in turns impulsive and hyper-responsible like Marianne and Elinor Dashwood; conceal ourselves with arrogance like Mr. Darcy; assume we understand more than we do like Elizabeth Bennet; and revel in gossip, like Mrs. Jennings. And while the great events and philosophical movements of history play themselves out around us, it is our own nature and actions, and the nature and actions of the people around us, that most influence our lives.</p><P>In her own day, Austen's work signified a break with the Gothic and sentimental novels that had long been fashionable, in which heroines were always virtuous, romance was always sentimentalized, and unlikely but convenient coincidences and acts of God always occurred to bring about the dramatic climax. Instead Austen represented the ordinary world of men and women as it&#8212;sometimes mundanely&#8212;was, a place where love and romance were constrained by economics and human imperfection; where women had distinct and often sparkling personalities; where characters were never simply good or evil but more complicated amalgams, reflecting both their own moral nature and the virtues and failings of the families and society that shaped them.</p><P>In these ways, Austen seems very much in tune with today's sensibilities. We love her strong, unpretentious heroines (\\\"Pictures of perfection as you know make me sick & wicked,\\\" Austen said of them), who think for themselves and say what they mean when appropriate and don't take themselves too seriously. They are not, in today's parlance, victims. We are as interested as ever in Austen's favorite subjects of love and marriage, while also identifying with her steadfast refusal to romanticize romance; with her acknowledgment that money, class, and what other people think matter in the real world; that marriage does not result in a happy ending for everyone; and that it is dangerous to let passion blind us to reality. Living amidst the cultural fallout from the self-absorbed, sensibility-prone 1960s, we appreciate Austen's emphasis on reason, moderation, fidelity, and consideration for others.</p><P>Austen wrote her books at the dawn of the nineteenth century, when vast social changes were already encroaching on the way of life she so loved and rendered with such exquisite artistry. We read her books today on the cusp of a new century, with an unfathomable world creeping up on us, too&#8212;one globally interconnected, technologically complex, economically uncertain. Perhaps we find on Austen's rural estates and in her charming, insular society the same peace and pleasure she found there; and an analogue for the simpler, more circumscribed world of our own childhoods, itself passing quickly away into history.</p><P>About the Title</p><P>Marianne Dashwood, trusting the evidence of her senses, falls passionately in love with a man who in truth is less good than he seems. Elinor Dashwood quite sensibly \\\"thinks very highly of, greatly esteems, and likes\\\" a man whose worthiness in her eyes only increases when she learns why he cannot marry her. Through the sisters' stories, and the moral dilemmas they raise, Jane Austen explores in the form of a delightful and dramatically satisfying romance the limitations and pitfalls of the Romantic aesthetic in a world where money matters.</p><P>Though Northanger Abbey (originally called Lady Susan) was Austen's first novel to be accepted for publication, the publisher never issued it, and by the time Austen bought back the rights in 1816, she didn't think it was good enough to publish. Sense and Sensibility, published in 1811, is considerably more ambitious than Northanger Abbey, both thematically and technically, and is generally considered Austen's first major novel.</p><P>&#160;</p><br>ABOUT JANE AUSTEN<P>Jane Austen, seventh of the eight children of Reverend George and Cassandra Leigh Austen, was born on December 16, 1775, in the small village of Steventon in Hampshire, England. Her childhood was happy&#58; her home was full of books and many friends and her parents encouraged both their children's intellectual interests and their passion for producing and performing in amateur theatricals. Austen's closest relationship, one that would endure throughout her life, was with her beloved only sister, Cassandra.</p><P>From about the time she was twelve years old, Austen began writing spirited parodies of the popular Gothic and sentimental fiction of the day for the amusement of her family. Chock-full of stock characters, vapid and virtuous heroines, and improbable coincidences, these early works reveal in nascent form many of her literary gifts&#58; particularly her ironic sensibility, wit, and gift for comedy. Attempts at more sustained, serious works began around 1794 with a novel in letters&#8212;a popular form at the time&#8212;called Lady Susan, and in the years immediately following with two more epistolary novels&#8212;one called Elinor and Marianne, the other First Impressions&#8212;that would evolve into Sense and Sensibilityand Pride and Prejudice. Lady Susan, later revised and entitled Northanger Abbey, also was begun in that period.</p><P>From 1799 to 1809, little is known of Austen's life or literary endeavors, other than that upon her father's retirement she moved unhappily from her beloved home in Steventon to Bath; that he died a few years thereafter and she moved to Southampton; and that she began, but did not complete, a novel called The Watsons. A move back to the country in 1808&#8212;to a cottage on one of her brother's properties in Chawton&#8212;seems to have revived her interest in writing.</p><P>Her revised version of Elinor and Marianne&#8212;Sense and Sensibility&#8212;was published, like all the work which appeared in print in her lifetime, anonymously, in 1811; and between the time Pride and Prejudice was accepted for publication and the time it actually appeared, she wrote Mansfield Park. Emma appeared in 1816 and was reviewed favorably by the most popular novelist of the day, Sir Walter Scott, who said&#58;</p><P>The author's knowledge of the world, and the peculiar tact with which she presents characters that the reader cannot fail to recognize, reminds us something of the merits of the Flemish school of painting. The subjects are not often elegant, and certainly never grand; but they are finished up to nature, and with a precision which delights the reader.</p><P>Scott also insightfully pointed out Emma's significance in representing the emergence of a new kind of novel, one concerned with the texture of ordinary life.</p><P>Though all her novels were concerned with courtship, love, and marriage, Austen never married. There is some evidence that she had several flirtations with eligible men in her early twenties, and speculation that in 1802 she agreed to marry the heir of a Hampshire family but then changed her mind. Austen rigorously guarded her privacy, and after her death, her family censored and destroyed many of her letters. Little is known of her personal experience or her favorite subjects. However, Austen's reputation as a \\\"dowdy bluestocking,\\\" as literary critic Ronald Blythe points out, is far from accurate&#58; \\\"she loved balls, cards, wine, music, country walks, conversation, children, and bad as well as excellent novels.\\\"</p><P>In 1816, as she worked to complete her novel Persuasion, Austen's health began to fail. She continued to work, preparingNorthanger Abbey for publication, and began a light-hearted, satirical work called Sanditon which she never finished. She died at the age of forty-two on July 18, 1817, in the arms of her beloved sister, Cassandra, of what historians now believe to have been Addison's disease.</p><P>The identity of \\\"A Lady\\\" who wrote the popular novels was known in her lifetime only to her family and a few elite readers, among them the Prince Regent, who invited Austen to visit his library and \\\"permitted\\\" her to dedicate Emma to him (unaware, no doubt, that she loathed him). But Austen deliberately avoided literary circles; in Ronald Blythe's words, \\\"literature, not the literary life, was always her intention.\\\" It was not until the December following her death, when Northanger Abbey andPersuasion were published, that \\\"a biographical notice of the author\\\" by Austen's brother Henry appeared in the books, revealing to the reading public for the first time the name of Jane Austen.</p><P>The time in which Jane Austen wrote her novels was a period of great stability just about to give way to a time of unimagined changes. At that time most of England's population (some thirteen million) were involved in rural and agricultural work&#58; yet within another twenty years, the majority of Englishmen became urban dwellers involved with industry, and the great railway age had begun. Throughout the early years of the century the cities were growing at a great rate; the network of canals was completed, the main roads were being remade. Regency London, in particular, boomed and became, among other things, a great centre of fashion. On the other hand, England in the first decade of the nineteenth century was still predominantly a land of country towns and villages, a land of rural routines which were scarcely touched by the seven campaigns of the Peninsular War against Napoleon.</p><P>But if Austen's age was still predominantly one of rural quiet, it was also the age of the French Revolution, the War of American Independence, the start of the Industrial Revolution, and the first generation of the Romantic poets; and Jane Austen was certainly not unaware of what was going on in the world around her. She had two brothers in the Royal Navy and a cousin whose husband was guillotined in the Terror. And although her favourite prose writer was Dr. Samuel Johnson, she clearly knew the works of writers like Goethe, Worsdworth, Scott, Byron, Southey, Godwin and other, very definitely nineteenth-century, authors.</p><P>If Jane Austen seems to have lived a life of placid rural seclusion in north Hampshire, she was at the same time very aware of a whole range of new energies and impulses, new ideas and powers, which were changing or about to change England&#8212;and indeed the whole western world&#8212;with a violence, a suddenness, and a heedlessness, which would soon make Jane Austen's world seem as remote as the Elizabethan Age. It is well to remember that in the early years of the century, when Thomas Arnold saw his first train tearing through the Rugby countryside he said&#58; \\\"Feudality is gone forever.\\\" So close was it possible then to feel to the immemorial, static feudal way of life; so quickly was that way of life to vanish as the modern world laboured to be born.</p><P>Adapted from the Introduction to the Penguin Classics edition of Mansfield Park.</p><P>Related Titles</p><P>Northanger Abbey</p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Marilyn Butler</p><P>This lighthearted romance, generally agreed to be Austen's earliest major novel, though it was not published until after her death, is also a high-spirited burlesque of the sentimental and Gothic novels of her day. When the charmingly imperfect heroine, Catherine Morland, visits Northanger Abbey, she meets all the trappings of Gothic horror, and imagines the worst. Fortunately, she has at hand her own fundamental good sense and irresistible but unsentimental hero, Henry Tilney. Real disaster does eventually strike, but doesn't spoil for too long the happy atmosphere of this delightful novel.</p><P>0-14-043413-5</p><P>Mansfield Park</p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Tony Tanner</p><P>More varied in scene and conceived on a bigger scale than Austen's earlier books, Mansfield Park (1814) can be seen as an image of quiet resistance at the start of what was to be the most convulsive century of change in English history. In telling the story of Fanny Price, the quiet and sensitive daughter of a lower-middle-class Portsmouth family who is brought up in&#8212;and after much suffering eventually becomes mistress of&#8212;elegant Mansfield Park, Austen draws on her usual cool irony and psychological insight while also portraying a less immediately winning heroine in a more complex light.</p><P>0-14-043016-4</p><P>Emma</p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Ronald Blythe</p><P>Many writers and critics consider Emma (1816), the last of Austen's novels published in her lifetime, the climax of her genius. Dominating the novel is the character of Emma Woodhouse&#8212;vital, interesting, complex, and predisposed to playing power games with other people's emotions. Austen called her a heroine \\\"no one but myself would like,\\\" but she endures as one of Austen's immortal creations. Charting how Emma's disastrous foray as a matchmaker precipitates a crisis in the small provincial world of Highbury, and in her own heart, this novel of self-deceit and self-discovery sparkles with intelligence, wit, and irony.</p><P>0-14-043010-5</p><P>Persuasion</p><P>Edited with an Introduction by D.W. Harding</p><P>Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth had met and separated years before. Their reunion forces a recognition of the false values that drove them apart. The characters who embody those values are the subjects of some of the most withering satire that Austen ever wrote. Like its predecessors, Persuasion (published after her death in 1818) is a tale of love and marriage, told with Austen's distinctive irony and insight. But the heroine&#8212;like the author&#8212;is more mature; the tone of the writing more somber.</p><P>Also included in this edition is the pioneering biography of Austen written fifty years after her death by her nephew, J. E. Austen-Leigh, which outlines the essential facts of Austen's life while also reflecting the Victorian era's limited comprehension of her achievements.</p><P>0-14-043005-9</p><P>Lady Susan/The Watsons/Sanditon</p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Margaret Drabble</p><P>These three works&#8212;one novel unpublished in her lifetime and two unfinished fragments&#8212;reveal Austen's development as a great artist. Lady Susan is a sparkling melodrama, written in epistolary form, featuring a beautiful, intelligent, and wicked heroine. The Watsons, probably written when Austen resided unhappily in Bath and abandoned after her father's death, is a tantalizing fragment centering on the marital prospects of the Watson sisters in a small provincial town. Sanditon, Austen's last fiction, reflects her growing concern with the new speculative consumer society and foreshadows the great social upheavals of the Industrial Revolution.</p><P>0-14-043102-0</p><P>Also available from Penguin Classics&#58;</p><P>The Juvenilia of Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;<br>Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;<br>Edited by Frances Beer</p><P>This collection provides the opportunity to discover the first examples of Austen's neoclassical elegance and Bront&#233;'s mastery of the romantic spirit.</p><P>0-14-043267-1</p><P>Available on audiocassette from Penguin Audiobooks&#58;</p><P>Emma 0-14-086106-8<br>Persuasion 0-14-086058-4<br>Pride and Prejudice 0-14-086060-6<br>Sense and Sensibility 0-14-086245-5<br>Boxed Set&#58; Sense and Sensibility, Persuasion, and Pride and Prejudice 0-14-771107-X</p><P>Penguin Classics wishes to thank and credit the following writers and books for information used in creating this Penguin Classics Guide&#58;</p><P>Joseph Duffy, \\\"Criticism 1814-70\\\"; Brian Southam, \\\"Criticism 1870-1940\\\" and \\\"Janeites and Anti-Janeites\\\"; A. Walton Litz, \\\"Criticism 1939-83\\\"; J. David Grey, \\\"Life of Jane Austen\\\"; all in The Jane Austen Companion, J. David Grey, Managing Editor; Macmillan Publishing Company, New York, 1986.</p><P>Lloyd W. Brown, \\\"The Business of Marrying and Mothering,\\\" and Norman Page, \\\"The Great Tradition Revisited,\\\" in Jane Austen's Achievement, edited by Juliet McMaster, Harper & Row Publishers, Inc., Barnes & Noble Import Division, New York, 1976.</p><P>W. A. Craik, Jane Austen&#58; The Six Novels, Barnes & Noble, Inc., New York, 1965.</p></p>\"},{\"id\":\"71952018T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<b>INTRODUCTION</b><P>It is now almost exactly two centuries since the first two of Jane Austen's six completed novels&#8212;<i>Sense and Sensibility</i> and<i>Pride and Prejudice</i>&#8212;were published, and for much of that time writers and critics have passionately disagreed about the true caliber of her work. Austen's books received a few respectful reviews and lively attention from the reading public during her lifetime, but it wasn't until nearly thirty years after her death that some critics began to recognize her enduring artistic accomplishment&#8212;and others to debate it.</p><P>In 1843, the historian Thomas Macaulay called Austen the writer to \\\"have approached nearest to the manner of the great master\\\" Shakespeare; Charlotte Bront&#233; felt, on the contrary, that \\\"the Passions are perfectly unknown to her.... Jane Austen was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete, and rather insensible (not senseless) woman.\\\" Anthony Trollope made up his mind as a young man that \\\"<i>Pride and Prejudice</i> was the best novel in the language,\\\" while Mark Twain claimed to feel an \\\"animal repugnance\\\" for Austen's writing.</p><P>Austen herself would probably not have disagreed with many of her detractors' objections. She acknowledged that her themes and concerns were limited; she described them as \\\"human nature in the midland counties.\\\" \\\"Three or four families in a country village is the very thing to work on,\\\" she wrote in a letter to her niece; and in another, now famous letter to her brother Edward, she described her art as \\\"the little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush, as to produce little effect, after much labour.\\\"</p><P>It is true that great historical events and political concerns appear only obliquely, if at all, in the background of Austen's stories; that she deals with the spiritual condition of the human soul only insofar as it manifests itself in her characters' manners and taste in spouses; that the intellectual issues of her day appear in her novels primarily as a vehicle for revealing character and spoofing fashion. Even Austen's great early champion, the critic G. H. Lewes, had to admit the truth of Charlotte Bront&#233;'s objection that Austen's style lacked poetry, and that her \\\"exquisite\\\" work would appeal only to readers who didn't require \\\"strong lights and shadows.\\\" But in spite of these limitations, the particular genius and lasting appeal of Austen's writing has only become clearer and more certain as the decades pass and literary fashions come and go.</p><P>What is Austen's particular genius? And what might account for the renaissance of popular interest in her work today&#8212;one reflected in the recently acclaimed television and feature film productions of <i>Sense and Sensibility</i> (with an Oscar-winning screenplay by Emma Thompson), <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> (an A&E miniseries), the art house hit <i>Persuasion</i>, and the upcoming release of <i>Emma</i>, as well as the <i>Emma</i>-inspired <i>Clueless</i>, now atop video rental charts?</p><P>\\\"Of all great writers,\\\" Virginia Woolf said, \\\"she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness.\\\" But perhaps Austen herself gave us a clue to the standards for greatness she set herself, and a way to judge her achievement, when in <i>Northanger Abbey </i>she has a character say&#58; \\\"'Oh! it is only a novel!' or, in short, only some work in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusion of wit and humour are to be conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.\\\"</p><P>Austen's delightful wit is certainly one of the great pleasures of her work. As to \\\"the best chosen language,\\\" while her writing conveys none of the lyricism of the Romantics (like Bront&#233;) who would succeed her, it is full of intelligence and precisely crafted to convey its often subtle meaning. But Austen's strongest suit is her thorough knowledge and happy delineation of human nature. We can still, despite the vast differences between her society and our own, recognize ourselves in the ways her characters think and behave. We all know people as cleverly manipulative and outwardly affectionate as Lucy Steele or Miss Bingley; as self-involved as Fanny Dashwood or Lady Catherine de Bourgh; and as charming but as lacking in scruples as John Willoughby or Colonel Wickham. We are in turns impulsive and hyper-responsible like Marianne and Elinor Dashwood; conceal ourselves with arrogance like Mr. Darcy; assume we understand more than we do like Elizabeth Bennet; and revel in gossip, like Mrs. Jennings. And while the great events and philosophical movements of history play themselves out around us, it is our own nature and actions, and the nature and actions of the people around us, that most influence our lives.</p><P>In her own day, Austen's work signified a break with the Gothic and sentimental novels that had long been fashionable, in which heroines were always virtuous, romance was always sentimentalized, and unlikely but convenient coincidences and acts of God always occurred to bring about the dramatic climax. Instead Austen represented the ordinary world of men and women as it&#8212;sometimes mundanely&#8212;was, a place where love and romance were constrained by economics and human imperfection; where women had distinct and often sparkling personalities; where characters were never simply good or evil but more complicated amalgams, reflecting both their own moral nature and the virtues and failings of the families and society that shaped them.</p><P>In these ways, Austen seems very much in tune with today's sensibilities. We love her strong, unpretentious heroines (\\\"Pictures of perfection as you know make me sick & wicked,\\\" Austen said of them), who think for themselves and say what they mean when appropriate and don't take themselves too seriously. They are not, in today's parlance, victims. We are as interested as ever in Austen's favorite subjects of love and marriage, while also identifying with her steadfast refusal to romanticize romance; with her acknowledgment that money, class, and what other people think matter in the real world; that marriage does not result in a happy ending for everyone; and that it is dangerous to let passion blind us to reality. Living amidst the cultural fallout from the self-absorbed, sensibility-prone 1960s, we appreciate Austen's emphasis on reason, moderation, fidelity, and consideration for others.</p><P>Austen wrote her books at the dawn of the nineteenth century, when vast social changes were already encroaching on the way of life she so loved and rendered with such exquisite artistry. We read her books today on the cusp of a new century, with an unfathomable world creeping up on us, too&#8212;one globally interconnected, technologically complex, economically uncertain. Perhaps we find on Austen's rural estates and in her charming, insular society the same peace and pleasure she found there; and an analogue for the simpler, more circumscribed world of our own childhoods, itself passing quickly away into history.</p><P><b>About the Title</b></p><P>Marianne Dashwood, trusting the evidence of her senses, falls passionately in love with a man who in truth is less good than he seems. Elinor Dashwood quite sensibly \\\"thinks very highly of, greatly esteems, and likes\\\" a man whose worthiness in her eyes only increases when she learns why he cannot marry her. Through the sisters' stories, and the moral dilemmas they raise, Jane Austen explores in the form of a delightful and dramatically satisfying romance the limitations and pitfalls of the Romantic aesthetic in a world where money matters.</p><P>Though <i>Northanger Abbey </i>(originally called Lady Susan) was Austen's first novel to be accepted for publication, the publisher never issued it, and by the time Austen bought back the rights in 1816, she didn't think it was good enough to publish. <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>, published in 1811, is considerably more ambitious than Northanger Abbey, both thematically and technically, and is generally considered Austen's first major novel.</p><P>&#160;</p><br><b>ABOUT JANE AUSTEN</b><P>Jane Austen, seventh of the eight children of Reverend George and Cassandra Leigh Austen, was born on December 16, 1775, in the small village of Steventon in Hampshire, England. Her childhood was happy&#58; her home was full of books and many friends and her parents encouraged both their children's intellectual interests and their passion for producing and performing in amateur theatricals. Austen's closest relationship, one that would endure throughout her life, was with her beloved only sister, Cassandra.</p><P>From about the time she was twelve years old, Austen began writing spirited parodies of the popular Gothic and sentimental fiction of the day for the amusement of her family. Chock-full of stock characters, vapid and virtuous heroines, and improbable coincidences, these early works reveal in nascent form many of her literary gifts&#58; particularly her ironic sensibility, wit, and gift for comedy. Attempts at more sustained, serious works began around 1794 with a novel in letters&#8212;a popular form at the time&#8212;called Lady Susan, and in the years immediately following with two more epistolary novels&#8212;one called Elinor and Marianne, the other First Impressions&#8212;that would evolve into <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>and <i>Pride and Prejudice</i>. Lady Susan, later revised and entitled <i>Northanger Abbey</i>, also was begun in that period.</p><P>From 1799 to 1809, little is known of Austen's life or literary endeavors, other than that upon her father's retirement she moved unhappily from her beloved home in Steventon to Bath; that he died a few years thereafter and she moved to Southampton; and that she began, but did not complete, a novel called The Watsons. A move back to the country in 1808&#8212;to a cottage on one of her brother's properties in Chawton&#8212;seems to have revived her interest in writing.</p><P>Her revised version of Elinor and Marianne&#8212;<i>Sense and Sensibility</i>&#8212;was published, like all the work which appeared in print in her lifetime, anonymously, in 1811; and between the time <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> was accepted for publication and the time it actually appeared, she wrote <i>Mansfield Park</i>. <i>Emma</i> appeared in 1816 and was reviewed favorably by the most popular novelist of the day, Sir Walter Scott, who said&#58;</p><P>The author's knowledge of the world, and the peculiar tact with which she presents characters that the reader cannot fail to recognize, reminds us something of the merits of the Flemish school of painting. The subjects are not often elegant, and certainly never grand; but they are finished up to nature, and with a precision which delights the reader.</p><P>Scott also insightfully pointed out <i>Emma</i>'s significance in representing the emergence of a new kind of novel, one concerned with the texture of ordinary life.</p><P>Though all her novels were concerned with courtship, love, and marriage, Austen never married. There is some evidence that she had several flirtations with eligible men in her early twenties, and speculation that in 1802 she agreed to marry the heir of a Hampshire family but then changed her mind. Austen rigorously guarded her privacy, and after her death, her family censored and destroyed many of her letters. Little is known of her personal experience or her favorite subjects. However, Austen's reputation as a \\\"dowdy bluestocking,\\\" as literary critic Ronald Blythe points out, is far from accurate&#58; \\\"she loved balls, cards, wine, music, country walks, conversation, children, and bad as well as excellent novels.\\\"</p><P>In 1816, as she worked to complete her novel <i>Persuasion</i>, Austen's health began to fail. She continued to work, preparing<i>Northanger Abbey </i>for publication, and began a light-hearted, satirical work called Sanditon which she never finished. She died at the age of forty-two on July 18, 1817, in the arms of her beloved sister, Cassandra, of what historians now believe to have been Addison's disease.</p><P>The identity of \\\"A Lady\\\" who wrote the popular novels was known in her lifetime only to her family and a few elite readers, among them the Prince Regent, who invited Austen to visit his library and \\\"permitted\\\" her to dedicate <i>Emma</i> to him (unaware, no doubt, that she loathed him). But Austen deliberately avoided literary circles; in Ronald Blythe's words, \\\"literature, not the literary life, was always her intention.\\\" It was not until the December following her death, when <i>Northanger Abbey </i>and<i>Persuasion</i> were published, that \\\"a biographical notice of the author\\\" by Austen's brother Henry appeared in the books, revealing to the reading public for the first time the name of Jane Austen.</p><P>The time in which Jane Austen wrote her novels was a period of great stability just about to give way to a time of unimagined changes. At that time most of England's population (some thirteen million) were involved in rural and agricultural work&#58; yet within another twenty years, the majority of Englishmen became urban dwellers involved with industry, and the great railway age had begun. Throughout the early years of the century the cities were growing at a great rate; the network of canals was completed, the main roads were being remade. Regency London, in particular, boomed and became, among other things, a great centre of fashion. On the other hand, England in the first decade of the nineteenth century was still predominantly a land of country towns and villages, a land of rural routines which were scarcely touched by the seven campaigns of the Peninsular War against Napoleon.</p><P>But if Austen's age was still predominantly one of rural quiet, it was also the age of the French Revolution, the War of American Independence, the start of the Industrial Revolution, and the first generation of the Romantic poets; and Jane Austen was certainly not unaware of what was going on in the world around her. She had two brothers in the Royal Navy and a cousin whose husband was guillotined in the Terror. And although her favourite prose writer was Dr. Samuel Johnson, she clearly knew the works of writers like Goethe, Worsdworth, Scott, Byron, Southey, Godwin and other, very definitely nineteenth-century, authors.</p><P>If Jane Austen seems to have lived a life of placid rural seclusion in north Hampshire, she was at the same time very aware of a whole range of new energies and impulses, new ideas and powers, which were changing or about to change England&#8212;and indeed the whole western world&#8212;with a violence, a suddenness, and a heedlessness, which would soon make Jane Austen's world seem as remote as the Elizabethan Age. It is well to remember that in the early years of the century, when Thomas Arnold saw his first train tearing through the Rugby countryside he said&#58; \\\"Feudality is gone forever.\\\" So close was it possible then to feel to the immemorial, static feudal way of life; so quickly was that way of life to vanish as the modern world laboured to be born.</p><P>Adapted from the Introduction to the Penguin Classics edition of <i>Mansfield Park</i>.</p><P><b>Related Titles</b></p><P><i>Northanger Abbey</i></p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Marilyn Butler</p><P>This lighthearted romance, generally agreed to be Austen's earliest major novel, though it was not published until after her death, is also a high-spirited burlesque of the sentimental and Gothic novels of her day. When the charmingly imperfect heroine, Catherine Morland, visits Northanger Abbey, she meets all the trappings of Gothic horror, and imagines the worst. Fortunately, she has at hand her own fundamental good sense and irresistible but unsentimental hero, Henry Tilney. Real disaster does eventually strike, but doesn't spoil for too long the happy atmosphere of this delightful novel.</p><P>0-14-043413-5</p><P><i>Mansfield Park</i></p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Tony Tanner</p><P>More varied in scene and conceived on a bigger scale than Austen's earlier books, <i>Mansfield Park</i> (1814) can be seen as an image of quiet resistance at the start of what was to be the most convulsive century of change in English history. In telling the story of Fanny Price, the quiet and sensitive daughter of a lower-middle-class Portsmouth family who is brought up in&#8212;and after much suffering eventually becomes mistress of&#8212;elegant <i>Mansfield Park</i>, Austen draws on her usual cool irony and psychological insight while also portraying a less immediately winning heroine in a more complex light.</p><P>0-14-043016-4</p><P><i>Emma</i></p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Ronald Blythe</p><P>Many writers and critics consider <i>Emma</i> (1816), the last of Austen's novels published in her lifetime, the climax of her genius. Dominating the novel is the character of Emma Woodhouse&#8212;vital, interesting, complex, and predisposed to playing power games with other people's emotions. Austen called her a heroine \\\"no one but myself would like,\\\" but she endures as one of Austen's immortal creations. Charting how Emma's disastrous foray as a matchmaker precipitates a crisis in the small provincial world of Highbury, and in her own heart, this novel of self-deceit and self-discovery sparkles with intelligence, wit, and irony.</p><P>0-14-043010-5</p><P><i>Persuasion</i></p><P>Edited with an Introduction by D.W. Harding</p><P>Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth had met and separated years before. Their reunion forces a recognition of the false values that drove them apart. The characters who embody those values are the subjects of some of the most withering satire that Austen ever wrote. Like its predecessors, <i>Persuasion</i> (published after her death in 1818) is a tale of love and marriage, told with Austen's distinctive irony and insight. But the heroine&#8212;like the author&#8212;is more mature; the tone of the writing more somber.</p><P>Also included in this edition is the pioneering biography of Austen written fifty years after her death by her nephew, J. E. Austen-Leigh, which outlines the essential facts of Austen's life while also reflecting the Victorian era's limited comprehension of her achievements.</p><P>0-14-043005-9</p><P><i>Lady Susan/The Watsons/Sanditon</i></p><P>Edited with an Introduction by Margaret Drabble</p><P>These three works&#8212;one novel unpublished in her lifetime and two unfinished fragments&#8212;reveal Austen's development as a great artist. Lady Susan is a sparkling melodrama, written in epistolary form, featuring a beautiful, intelligent, and wicked heroine. The Watsons, probably written when Austen resided unhappily in Bath and abandoned after her father's death, is a tantalizing fragment centering on the marital prospects of the Watson sisters in a small provincial town. Sanditon, Austen's last fiction, reflects her growing concern with the new speculative consumer society and foreshadows the great social upheavals of the Industrial Revolution.</p><P>0-14-043102-0</p><P>Also available from Penguin Classics&#58;</p><P><i>The Juvenilia of Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;</i><br>Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;<br>Edited by Frances Beer</p><P>This collection provides the opportunity to discover the first examples of Austen's neoclassical elegance and Bront&#233;'s mastery of the romantic spirit.</p><P>0-14-043267-1</p><P>Available on audiocassette from Penguin Audiobooks&#58;</p><P><i>Emma</i> 0-14-086106-8<br><i>Persuasion</i> 0-14-086058-4<br><i>Pride and Prejudice</i> 0-14-086060-6<br><i>Sense and Sensibility</i> 0-14-086245-5<br>Boxed Set&#58; <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>, <i>Persuasion</i>, and <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> 0-14-771107-X</p><P>Penguin Classics wishes to thank and credit the following writers and books for information used in creating this Penguin Classics Guide&#58;</p><P>Joseph Duffy, \\\"Criticism 1814-70\\\"; Brian Southam, \\\"Criticism 1870-1940\\\" and \\\"Janeites and Anti-Janeites\\\"; A. Walton Litz, \\\"Criticism 1939-83\\\"; J. David Grey, \\\"Life of Jane Austen\\\"; all in <i>The Jane Austen Companion</i>, J. David Grey, Managing Editor; Macmillan Publishing Company, New York, 1986.</p><P>Lloyd W. Brown, \\\"The Business of Marrying and Mothering,\\\" and Norman Page, \\\"The Great Tradition Revisited,\\\" in <i>Jane Austen's Achievement</i>, edited by Juliet McMaster, Harper & Row Publishers, Inc., Barnes & Noble Import Division, New York, 1976.</p><P>W. A. Craik, <i>Jane Austen&#58; The Six Novels</i>, Barnes & Noble, Inc., New York, 1965.</p></p>\"},{\"id\":\"53598205T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<p> <b>INTRODUCTION</b><p>It is now almost exactly two centuries since the first two of Jane Austen's six completed novels<b>&#8212;</b><i>Sense and Sensibility</i> and<i>Pride and Prejudice</i><b>&#8212;</b>were published, and for much of that time writers and critics have passionately disagreed about the true caliber of her work. Austen's books received a few respectful reviews and lively attention from the reading public during her lifetime, but it wasn't until nearly thirty years after her death that some critics began to recognize her enduring artistic accomplishment<b>&#8212;</b>and others to debate it.<p>In 1843, the historian Thomas Macaulay called Austen the writer to \\\"have approached nearest to the manner of the great master\\\" Shakespeare; Charlotte Bront&#233; felt, on the contrary, that \\\"the Passions are perfectly unknown to her.... Jane Austen was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete, and rather insensible (not senseless) woman.\\\" Anthony Trollope made up his mind as a young man that \\\"<i>Pride and Prejudice</i> was the best novel in the language,\\\" while Mark Twain claimed to feel an \\\"animal repugnance\\\" for Austen's writing.<p>Austen herself would probably not have disagreed with many of her detractors' objections. She acknowledged that her themes and concerns were limited; she described them as \\\"human nature in the midland counties.\\\" \\\"Three or four families in a country village is the very thing to work on,\\\" she wrote in a letter to her niece; and in another, now famous letter to her brother Edward, she described her art as \\\"the little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush, as to produce little effect, after much labour.\\\"<p>It is true that great historical events and political concerns appear only obliquely, if at all, in the background of Austen's stories; that she deals with the spiritual condition of the human soul only insofar as it manifests itself in her characters' manners and taste in spouses; that the intellectual issues of her day appear in her novels primarily as a vehicle for revealing character and spoofing fashion. Even Austen's great early champion, the critic G. H. Lewes, had to admit the truth of Charlotte Bront&#233;'s objection that Austen's style lacked poetry, and that her \\\"exquisite\\\" work would appeal only to readers who didn't require \\\"strong lights and shadows.\\\" But in spite of these limitations, the particular genius and lasting appeal of Austen's writing has only become clearer and more certain as the decades pass and literary fashions come and go.<p>What is Austen's particular genius? And what might account for the renaissance of popular interest in her work today<b>&#8212;</b>one reflected in the recently acclaimed television and feature film productions of <i>Sense and Sensibility</i> (with an Oscar-winning screenplay by Emma Thompson), <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> (an A&E miniseries), the art house hit <i>Persuasion</i>, and the upcoming release of <i>Emma</i>, as well as the <i>Emma</i>-inspired <i>Clueless</i>, now atop video rental charts?<p>\\\"Of all great writers,\\\" Virginia Woolf said, \\\"she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness.\\\" But perhaps Austen herself gave us a clue to the standards for greatness she set herself, and a way to judge her achievement, when in <i>Northanger Abbey </i>she has a character say&#58; \\\"'Oh! it is only a novel!' or, in short, only some work in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusion of wit and humour are to be conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.\\\"<p>Austen's delightful wit is certainly one of the great pleasures of her work. As to \\\"the best chosen language,\\\" while her writing conveys none of the lyricism of the Romantics (like Bront&#233;) who would succeed her, it is full of intelligence and precisely crafted to convey its often subtle meaning. But Austen's strongest suit is her thorough knowledge and happy delineation of human nature. We can still, despite the vast differences between her society and our own, recognize ourselves in the ways her characters think and behave. We all know people as cleverly manipulative and outwardly affectionate as Lucy Steele or Miss Bingley; as self-involved as Fanny Dashwood or Lady Catherine de Bourgh; and as charming but as lacking in scruples as John Willoughby or Colonel Wickham. We are in turns impulsive and hyper-responsible like Marianne and Elinor Dashwood; conceal ourselves with arrogance like Mr. Darcy; assume we understand more than we do like Elizabeth Bennet; and revel in gossip, like Mrs. Jennings. And while the great events and philosophical movements of history play themselves out around us, it is our own nature and actions, and the nature and actions of the people around us, that most influence our lives.<p>In her own day, Austen's work signified a break with the Gothic and sentimental novels that had long been fashionable, in which heroines were always virtuous, romance was always sentimentalized, and unlikely but convenient coincidences and acts of God always occurred to bring about the dramatic climax. Instead Austen represented the ordinary world of men and women as it<b>&#8212;</b>sometimes mundanely<b>&#8212;</b>was, a place where love and romance were constrained by economics and human imperfection; where women had distinct and often sparkling personalities; where characters were never simply good or evil but more complicated amalgams, reflecting both their own moral nature and the virtues and failings of the families and society that shaped them.<p>In these ways, Austen seems very much in tune with today's sensibilities. We love her strong, unpretentious heroines (\\\"Pictures of perfection as you know make me sick & wicked,\\\" Austen said of them), who think for themselves and say what they mean when appropriate and don't take themselves too seriously. They are not, in today's parlance, victims. We are as interested as ever in Austen's favorite subjects of love and marriage, while also identifying with her steadfast refusal to romanticize romance; with her acknowledgment that money, class, and what other people think matter in the real world; that marriage does not result in a happy ending for everyone; and that it is dangerous to let passion blind us to reality. Living amidst the cultural fallout from the self-absorbed, sensibility-prone 1960s, we appreciate Austen's emphasis on reason, moderation, fidelity, and consideration for others.<p>Austen wrote her books at the dawn of the nineteenth century, when vast social changes were already encroaching on the way of life she so loved and rendered with such exquisite artistry. We read her books today on the cusp of a new century, with an unfathomable world creeping up on us, too<b>&#8212;</b>one globally interconnected, technologically complex, economically uncertain. Perhaps we find on Austen's rural estates and in her charming, insular society the same peace and pleasure she found there; and an analogue for the simpler, more circumscribed world of our own childhoods, itself passing quickly away into history.<p><b>About the Title</b><p>Marianne Dashwood, trusting the evidence of her senses, falls passionately in love with a man who in truth is less good than he seems. Elinor Dashwood quite sensibly \\\"thinks very highly of, greatly esteems, and likes\\\" a man whose worthiness in her eyes only increases when she learns why he cannot marry her. Through the sisters' stories, and the moral dilemmas they raise, Jane Austen explores in the form of a delightful and dramatically satisfying romance the limitations and pitfalls of the Romantic aesthetic in a world where money matters.<p>Though <i>Northanger Abbey </i>(originally called Lady Susan) was Austen's first novel to be accepted for publication, the publisher never issued it, and by the time Austen bought back the rights in 1816, she didn't think it was good enough to publish. <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>, published in 1811, is considerably more ambitious than Northanger Abbey, both thematically and technically, and is generally considered Austen's first major novel.<p><b>ABOUT JANE AUSTEN</b><p>Jane Austen, seventh of the eight children of Reverend George and Cassandra Leigh Austen, was born on December 16, 1775, in the small village of Steventon in Hampshire, England. Her childhood was happy&#58; her home was full of books and many friends and her parents encouraged both their children's intellectual interests and their passion for producing and performing in amateur theatricals. Austen's closest relationship, one that would endure throughout her life, was with her beloved only sister, Cassandra.<p>From about the time she was twelve years old, Austen began writing spirited parodies of the popular Gothic and sentimental fiction of the day for the amusement of her family. Chock-full of stock characters, vapid and virtuous heroines, and improbable coincidences, these early works reveal in nascent form many of her literary gifts&#58; particularly her ironic sensibility, wit, and gift for comedy. Attempts at more sustained, serious works began around 1794 with a novel in letters<b>&#8212;</b>a popular form at the time<b>&#8212;</b>called Lady Susan, and in the years immediately following with two more epistolary novels<b>&#8212;</b>one called Elinor and Marianne, the other First Impressions<b>&#8212;</b>that would evolve into <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>and <i>Pride and Prejudice</i>. Lady Susan, later revised and entitled <i>Northanger Abbey</i>, also was begun in that period.<p>From 1799 to 1809, little is known of Austen's life or literary endeavors, other than that upon her father's retirement she moved unhappily from her beloved home in Steventon to Bath; that he died a few years thereafter and she moved to Southampton; and that she began, but did not complete, a novel called The Watsons. A move back to the country in 1808<b>&#8212;</b>to a cottage on one of her brother's properties in Chawton<b>&#8212;</b>seems to have revived her interest in writing.<p>Her revised version of Elinor and Marianne<b>&#8212;</b><i>Sense and Sensibility</i><b>&#8212;</b>was published, like all the work which appeared in print in her lifetime, anonymously, in 1811; and between the time <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> was accepted for publication and the time it actually appeared, she wrote <i>Mansfield Park</i>. <i>Emma</i> appeared in 1816 and was reviewed favorably by the most popular novelist of the day, Sir Walter Scott, who said&#58;<p>The author's knowledge of the world, and the peculiar tact with which she presents characters that the reader cannot fail to recognize, reminds us something of the merits of the Flemish school of painting. The subjects are not often elegant, and certainly never grand; but they are finished up to nature, and with a precision which delights the reader.<p>Scott also insightfully pointed out <i>Emma</i>'s significance in representing the emergence of a new kind of novel, one concerned with the texture of ordinary life.<p>Though all her novels were concerned with courtship, love, and marriage, Austen never married. There is some evidence that she had several flirtations with eligible men in her early twenties, and speculation that in 1802 she agreed to marry the heir of a Hampshire family but then changed her mind. Austen rigorously guarded her privacy, and after her death, her family censored and destroyed many of her letters. Little is known of her personal experience or her favorite subjects. However, Austen's reputation as a \\\"dowdy bluestocking,\\\" as literary critic Ronald Blythe points out, is far from accurate&#58; \\\"she loved balls, cards, wine, music, country walks, conversation, children, and bad as well as excellent novels.\\\"<p>In 1816, as she worked to complete her novel <i>Persuasion</i>, Austen's health began to fail. She continued to work, preparing<i>Northanger Abbey </i>for publication, and began a light-hearted, satirical work called Sanditon which she never finished. She died at the age of forty-two on July 18, 1817, in the arms of her beloved sister, Cassandra, of what historians now believe to have been Addison's disease.<p>The identity of \\\"A Lady\\\" who wrote the popular novels was known in her lifetime only to her family and a few elite readers, among them the Prince Regent, who invited Austen to visit his library and \\\"permitted\\\" her to dedicate <i>Emma</i> to him (unaware, no doubt, that she loathed him). But Austen deliberately avoided literary circles; in Ronald Blythe's words, \\\"literature, not the literary life, was always her intention.\\\" It was not until the December following her death, when <i>Northanger Abbey </i>and<i>Persuasion</i> were published, that \\\"a biographical notice of the author\\\" by Austen's brother Henry appeared in the books, revealing to the reading public for the first time the name of Jane Austen.<p>The time in which Jane Austen wrote her novels was a period of great stability just about to give way to a time of unimagined changes. At that time most of England's population (some thirteen million) were involved in rural and agricultural work&#58; yet within another twenty years, the majority of Englishmen became urban dwellers involved with industry, and the great railway age had begun. Throughout the early years of the century the cities were growing at a great rate; the network of canals was completed, the main roads were being remade. Regency London, in particular, boomed and became, among other things, a great centre of fashion. On the other hand, England in the first decade of the nineteenth century was still predominantly a land of country towns and villages, a land of rural routines which were scarcely touched by the seven campaigns of the Peninsular War against Napoleon.<p>But if Austen's age was still predominantly one of rural quiet, it was also the age of the French Revolution, the War of American Independence, the start of the Industrial Revolution, and the first generation of the Romantic poets; and Jane Austen was certainly not unaware of what was going on in the world around her. She had two brothers in the Royal Navy and a cousin whose husband was guillotined in the Terror. And although her favourite prose writer was Dr. Samuel Johnson, she clearly knew the works of writers like Goethe, Worsdworth, Scott, Byron, Southey, Godwin and other, very definitely nineteenth-century, authors.<p>If Jane Austen seems to have lived a life of placid rural seclusion in north Hampshire, she was at the same time very aware of a whole range of new energies and impulses, new ideas and powers, which were changing or about to change England<b>&#8212;</b>and indeed the whole western world<b>&#8212;</b>with a violence, a suddenness, and a heedlessness, which would soon make Jane Austen's world seem as remote as the Elizabethan Age. It is well to remember that in the early years of the century, when Thomas Arnold saw his first train tearing through the Rugby countryside he said&#58; \\\"Feudality is gone forever.\\\" So close was it possible then to feel to the immemorial, static feudal way of life; so quickly was that way of life to vanish as the modern world laboured to be born.<p>Adapted from the Introduction to the Penguin Classics edition of <i>Mansfield Park</i>.<p><b>Related Titles</b><p><i>Northanger Abbey</i><p>Edited with an Introduction by Marilyn Butler<p>This lighthearted romance, generally agreed to be Austen's earliest major novel, though it was not published until after her death, is also a high-spirited burlesque of the sentimental and Gothic novels of her day. When the charmingly imperfect heroine, Catherine Morland, visits Northanger Abbey, she meets all the trappings of Gothic horror, and imagines the worst. Fortunately, she has at hand her own fundamental good sense and irresistible but unsentimental hero, Henry Tilney. Real disaster does eventually strike, but doesn't spoil for too long the happy atmosphere of this delightful novel.<p>0-14-043413-5<p><i>Mansfield Park</i><p>Edited with an Introduction by Tony Tanner<p>More varied in scene and conceived on a bigger scale than Austen's earlier books, <i>Mansfield Park</i> (1814) can be seen as an image of quiet resistance at the start of what was to be the most convulsive century of change in English history. In telling the story of Fanny Price, the quiet and sensitive daughter of a lower-middle-class Portsmouth family who is brought up in<b>&#8212;</b>and after much suffering eventually becomes mistress of<b>&#8212;</b>elegant <i>Mansfield Park</i>, Austen draws on her usual cool irony and psychological insight while also portraying a less immediately winning heroine in a more complex light.<p>0-14-043016-4<p><i>Emma</i><p>Edited with an Introduction by Ronald Blythe<p>Many writers and critics consider <i>Emma</i> (1816), the last of Austen's novels published in her lifetime, the climax of her genius. Dominating the novel is the character of Emma Woodhouse<b>&#8212;</b>vital, interesting, complex, and predisposed to playing power games with other people's emotions. Austen called her a heroine \\\"no one but myself would like,\\\" but she endures as one of Austen's immortal creations. Charting how Emma's disastrous foray as a matchmaker precipitates a crisis in the small provincial world of Highbury, and in her own heart, this novel of self-deceit and self-discovery sparkles with intelligence, wit, and irony.<p>0-14-043010-5<p><i>Persuasion</i><p>Edited with an Introduction by D.W. Harding<p>Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth had met and separated years before. Their reunion forces a recognition of the false values that drove them apart. The characters who embody those values are the subjects of some of the most withering satire that Austen ever wrote. Like its predecessors, <i>Persuasion</i> (published after her death in 1818) is a tale of love and marriage, told with Austen's distinctive irony and insight. But the heroine<b>&#8212;</b>like the author<b>&#8212;</b>is more mature; the tone of the writing more somber.<p>Also included in this edition is the pioneering biography of Austen written fifty years after her death by her nephew, J. E. Austen-Leigh, which outlines the essential facts of Austen's life while also reflecting the Victorian era's limited comprehension of her achievements.<p>0-14-043005-9<p><i>Lady Susan/The Watsons/Sanditon</i><p>Edited with an Introduction by Margaret Drabble<p>These three works<b>&#8212;</b>one novel unpublished in her lifetime and two unfinished fragments<b>&#8212;</b>reveal Austen's development as a great artist. Lady Susan is a sparkling melodrama, written in epistolary form, featuring a beautiful, intelligent, and wicked heroine. The Watsons, probably written when Austen resided unhappily in Bath and abandoned after her father's death, is a tantalizing fragment centering on the marital prospects of the Watson sisters in a small provincial town. Sanditon, Austen's last fiction, reflects her growing concern with the new speculative consumer society and foreshadows the great social upheavals of the Industrial Revolution.<p>0-14-043102-0<p>Also available from Penguin Classics&#58;<p><i>The Juvenilia of Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;</i><br>Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;<br>Edited by Frances Beer<p>This collection provides the opportunity to discover the first examples of Austen's neoclassical elegance and Bront&#233;'s mastery of the romantic spirit.<p>0-14-043267-1<p>Available on audiocassette from Penguin Audiobooks&#58;<p><i>Emma</i> 0-14-086106-8<br><i>Persuasion</i> 0-14-086058-4<br><i>Pride and Prejudice</i> 0-14-086060-6<br><i>Sense and Sensibility</i> 0-14-086245-5<br>Boxed Set&#58; <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>, <i>Persuasion</i>, and <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> 0-14-771107-X<p>Penguin Classics wishes to thank and credit the following writers and books for information used in creating this Penguin Classics Guide&#58;<p>Joseph Duffy, \\\"Criticism 1814-70\\\"; Brian Southam, \\\"Criticism 1870-1940\\\" and \\\"Janeites and Anti-Janeites\\\"; A. Walton Litz, \\\"Criticism 1939-83\\\"; J. David Grey, \\\"Life of Jane Austen\\\"; all in <i>The Jane Austen Companion</i>, J. David Grey, Managing Editor; Macmillan Publishing Company, New York, 1986.<p>Lloyd W. Brown, \\\"The Business of Marrying and Mothering,\\\" and Norman Page, \\\"The Great Tradition Revisited,\\\" in <i>Jane Austen's Achievement</i>, edited by Juliet McMaster, Harper & Row Publishers, Inc., Barnes & Noble Import Division, New York, 1976.<p>W. A. Craik, <i>Jane Austen&#58; The Six Novels</i>, Barnes & Noble, Inc., New York, 1965.<p>\"},{\"id\":\"53321382T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"6\",\"text\":\"INTRODUCTION<P>It is now almost exactly two centuries since the first two of Jane Austen's six completed novels&#8212;Sense and Sensibility andPride and Prejudice&#8212;were published, and for much of that time writers and critics have passionately disagreed about the true caliber of her work. Austen's books received a few respectful reviews and lively attention from the reading public during her lifetime, but it wasn't until nearly thirty years after her death that some critics began to recognize her enduring artistic accomplishment&#8212;and others to debate it.<P>In 1843, the historian Thomas Macaulay called Austen the writer to \\\"have approached nearest to the manner of the great master\\\" Shakespeare; Charlotte Bront&#233; felt, on the contrary, that \\\"the Passions are perfectly unknown to her.... Jane Austen was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete, and rather insensible (not senseless) woman.\\\" Anthony Trollope made up his mind as a young man that \\\"Pride and Prejudice was the best novel in the language,\\\" while Mark Twain claimed to feel an \\\"animal repugnance\\\" for Austen's writing.<P>Austen herself would probably not have disagreed with many of her detractors' objections. She acknowledged that her themes and concerns were limited; she described them as \\\"human nature in the midland counties.\\\" \\\"Three or four families in a country village is the very thing to work on,\\\" she wrote in a letter to her niece; and in another, now famous letter to her brother Edward, she described her art as \\\"the little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush, as to produce little effect, after much labour.\\\"<P>It is true that great historical events and political concerns appear only obliquely, if at all, in the background of Austen's stories; that she deals with the spiritual condition of the human soul only insofar as it manifests itself in her characters' manners and taste in spouses; that the intellectual issues of her day appear in her novels primarily as a vehicle for revealing character and spoofing fashion. Even Austen's great early champion, the critic G. H. Lewes, had to admit the truth of Charlotte Bront&#233;'s objection that Austen's style lacked poetry, and that her \\\"exquisite\\\" work would appeal only to readers who didn't require \\\"strong lights and shadows.\\\" But in spite of these limitations, the particular genius and lasting appeal of Austen's writing has only become clearer and more certain as the decades pass and literary fashions come and go.<P>What is Austen's particular genius? And what might account for the renaissance of popular interest in her work today&#8212;one reflected in the recently acclaimed television and feature film productions of Sense and Sensibility (with an Oscar-winning screenplay by Emma Thompson), Pride and Prejudice (an A&E miniseries), the art house hit Persuasion, and the upcoming release of Emma, as well as the Emma-inspired Clueless, now atop video rental charts?<P>\\\"Of all great writers,\\\" Virginia Woolf said, \\\"she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness.\\\" But perhaps Austen herself gave us a clue to the standards for greatness she set herself, and a way to judge her achievement, when in Northanger Abbey she has a character say&#58; \\\"'Oh! it is only a novel!' or, in short, only some work in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusion of wit and humour are to be conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.\\\"<P>Austen's delightful wit is certainly one of the great pleasures of her work. As to \\\"the best chosen language,\\\" while her writing conveys none of the lyricism of the Romantics (like Bront&#233;) who would succeed her, it is full of intelligence and precisely crafted to convey its often subtle meaning. But Austen's strongest suit is her thorough knowledge and happy delineation of human nature. We can still, despite the vast differences between her society and our own, recognize ourselves in the ways her characters think and behave. We all know people as cleverly manipulative and outwardly affectionate as Lucy Steele or Miss Bingley; as self-involved as Fanny Dashwood or Lady Catherine de Bourgh; and as charming but as lacking in scruples as John Willoughby or Colonel Wickham. We are in turns impulsive and hyper-responsible like Marianne and Elinor Dashwood; conceal ourselves with arrogance like Mr. Darcy; assume we understand more than we do like Elizabeth Bennet; and revel in gossip, like Mrs. Jennings. And while the great events and philosophical movements of history play themselves out around us, it is our own nature and actions, and the nature and actions of the people around us, that most influence our lives.<P>In her own day, Austen's work signified a break with the Gothic and sentimental novels that had long been fashionable, in which heroines were always virtuous, romance was always sentimentalized, and unlikely but convenient coincidences and acts of God always occurred to bring about the dramatic climax. Instead Austen represented the ordinary world of men and women as it&#8212;sometimes mundanely&#8212;was, a place where love and romance were constrained by economics and human imperfection; where women had distinct and often sparkling personalities; where characters were never simply good or evil but more complicated amalgams, reflecting both their own moral nature and the virtues and failings of the families and society that shaped them.<P>In these ways, Austen seems very much in tune with today's sensibilities. We love her strong, unpretentious heroines (\\\"Pictures of perfection as you know make me sick & wicked,\\\" Austen said of them), who think for themselves and say what they mean when appropriate and don't take themselves too seriously. They are not, in today's parlance, victims. We are as interested as ever in Austen's favorite subjects of love and marriage, while also identifying with her steadfast refusal to romanticize romance; with her acknowledgment that money, class, and what other people think matter in the real world; that marriage does not result in a happy ending for everyone; and that it is dangerous to let passion blind us to reality. Living amidst the cultural fallout from the self-absorbed, sensibility-prone 1960s, we appreciate Austen's emphasis on reason, moderation, fidelity, and consideration for others.<P>Austen wrote her books at the dawn of the nineteenth century, when vast social changes were already encroaching on the way of life she so loved and rendered with such exquisite artistry. We read her books today on the cusp of a new century, with an unfathomable world creeping up on us, too&#8212;one globally interconnected, technologically complex, economically uncertain. Perhaps we find on Austen's rural estates and in her charming, insular society the same peace and pleasure she found there; and an analogue for the simpler, more circumscribed world of our own childhoods, itself passing quickly away into history.<P>About the Title<P>Marianne Dashwood, trusting the evidence of her senses, falls passionately in love with a man who in truth is less good than he seems. Elinor Dashwood quite sensibly \\\"thinks very highly of, greatly esteems, and likes\\\" a man whose worthiness in her eyes only increases when she learns why he cannot marry her. Through the sisters' stories, and the moral dilemmas they raise, Jane Austen explores in the form of a delightful and dramatically satisfying romance the limitations and pitfalls of the Romantic aesthetic in a world where money matters.<P>Though Northanger Abbey (originally called Lady Susan) was Austen's first novel to be accepted for publication, the publisher never issued it, and by the time Austen bought back the rights in 1816, she didn't think it was good enough to publish. Sense and Sensibility, published in 1811, is considerably more ambitious than Northanger Abbey, both thematically and technically, and is generally considered Austen's first major novel.<P>ABOUT JANE AUSTEN<P>Jane Austen, seventh of the eight children of Reverend George and Cassandra Leigh Austen, was born on December 16, 1775, in the small village of Steventon in Hampshire, England. Her childhood was happy&#58; her home was full of books and many friends and her parents encouraged both their children's intellectual interests and their passion for producing and performing in amateur theatricals. Austen's closest relationship, one that would endure throughout her life, was with her beloved only sister, Cassandra.<P>From about the time she was twelve years old, Austen began writing spirited parodies of the popular Gothic and sentimental fiction of the day for the amusement of her family. Chock-full of stock characters, vapid and virtuous heroines, and improbable coincidences, these early works reveal in nascent form many of her literary gifts&#58; particularly her ironic sensibility, wit, and gift for comedy. Attempts at more sustained, serious works began around 1794 with a novel in letters&#8212;a popular form at the time&#8212;called Lady Susan, and in the years immediately following with two more epistolary novels&#8212;one called Elinor and Marianne, the other First Impressions&#8212;that would evolve into Sense and Sensibilityand Pride and Prejudice. Lady Susan, later revised and entitled Northanger Abbey, also was begun in that period.<P>From 1799 to 1809, little is known of Austen's life or literary endeavors, other than that upon her father's retirement she moved unhappily from her beloved home in Steventon to Bath; that he died a few years thereafter and she moved to Southampton; and that she began, but did not complete, a novel called The Watsons. A move back to the country in 1808&#8212;to a cottage on one of her brother's properties in Chawton&#8212;seems to have revived her interest in writing.<P>Her revised version of Elinor and Marianne&#8212;Sense and Sensibility&#8212;was published, like all the work which appeared in print in her lifetime, anonymously, in 1811; and between the time Pride and Prejudice was accepted for publication and the time it actually appeared, she wrote Mansfield Park. Emma appeared in 1816 and was reviewed favorably by the most popular novelist of the day, Sir Walter Scott, who said&#58;<P>The author's knowledge of the world, and the peculiar tact with which she presents characters that the reader cannot fail to recognize, reminds us something of the merits of the Flemish school of painting. The subjects are not often elegant, and certainly never grand; but they are finished up to nature, and with a precision which delights the reader.<P>Scott also insightfully pointed out Emma's significance in representing the emergence of a new kind of novel, one concerned with the texture of ordinary life.<P>Though all her novels were concerned with courtship, love, and marriage, Austen never married. There is some evidence that she had several flirtations with eligible men in her early twenties, and speculation that in 1802 she agreed to marry the heir of a Hampshire family but then changed her mind. Austen rigorously guarded her privacy, and after her death, her family censored and destroyed many of her letters. Little is known of her personal experience or her favorite subjects. However, Austen's reputation as a \\\"dowdy bluestocking,\\\" as literary critic Ronald Blythe points out, is far from accurate&#58; \\\"she loved balls, cards, wine, music, country walks, conversation, children, and bad as well as excellent novels.\\\"<P>In 1816, as she worked to complete her novel Persuasion, Austen's health began to fail. She continued to work, preparingNorthanger Abbey for publication, and began a light-hearted, satirical work called Sanditon which she never finished. She died at the age of forty-two on July 18, 1817, in the arms of her beloved sister, Cassandra, of what historians now believe to have been Addison's disease.<P>The identity of \\\"A Lady\\\" who wrote the popular novels was known in her lifetime only to her family and a few elite readers, among them the Prince Regent, who invited Austen to visit his library and \\\"permitted\\\" her to dedicate Emma to him (unaware, no doubt, that she loathed him). But Austen deliberately avoided literary circles; in Ronald Blythe's words, \\\"literature, not the literary life, was always her intention.\\\" It was not until the December following her death, when Northanger Abbey andPersuasion were published, that \\\"a biographical notice of the author\\\" by Austen's brother Henry appeared in the books, revealing to the reading public for the first time the name of Jane Austen.<P>The time in which Jane Austen wrote her novels was a period of great stability just about to give way to a time of unimagined changes. At that time most of England's population (some thirteen million) were involved in rural and agricultural work&#58; yet within another twenty years, the majority of Englishmen became urban dwellers involved with industry, and the great railway age had begun. Throughout the early years of the century the cities were growing at a great rate; the network of canals was completed, the main roads were being remade. Regency London, in particular, boomed and became, among other things, a great centre of fashion. On the other hand, England in the first decade of the nineteenth century was still predominantly a land of country towns and villages, a land of rural routines which were scarcely touched by the seven campaigns of the Peninsular War against Napoleon.<P>But if Austen's age was still predominantly one of rural quiet, it was also the age of the French Revolution, the War of American Independence, the start of the Industrial Revolution, and the first generation of the Romantic poets; and Jane Austen was certainly not unaware of what was going on in the world around her. She had two brothers in the Royal Navy and a cousin whose husband was guillotined in the Terror. And although her favourite prose writer was Dr. Samuel Johnson, she clearly knew the works of writers like Goethe, Worsdworth, Scott, Byron, Southey, Godwin and other, very definitely nineteenth-century, authors.<P>If Jane Austen seems to have lived a life of placid rural seclusion in north Hampshire, she was at the same time very aware of a whole range of new energies and impulses, new ideas and powers, which were changing or about to change England&#8212;and indeed the whole western world&#8212;with a violence, a suddenness, and a heedlessness, which would soon make Jane Austen's world seem as remote as the Elizabethan Age. It is well to remember that in the early years of the century, when Thomas Arnold saw his first train tearing through the Rugby countryside he said&#58; \\\"Feudality is gone forever.\\\" So close was it possible then to feel to the immemorial, static feudal way of life; so quickly was that way of life to vanish as the modern world laboured to be born.<P>Adapted from the Introduction to the Penguin Classics edition of Mansfield Park.<P>Related Titles<P>Northanger Abbey<P>Edited with an Introduction by Marilyn Butler<P>This lighthearted romance, generally agreed to be Austen's earliest major novel, though it was not published until after her death, is also a high-spirited burlesque of the sentimental and Gothic novels of her day. When the charmingly imperfect heroine, Catherine Morland, visits Northanger Abbey, she meets all the trappings of Gothic horror, and imagines the worst. Fortunately, she has at hand her own fundamental good sense and irresistible but unsentimental hero, Henry Tilney. Real disaster does eventually strike, but doesn't spoil for too long the happy atmosphere of this delightful novel.<P>0-14-043413-5<P>Mansfield Park<P>Edited with an Introduction by Tony Tanner<P>More varied in scene and conceived on a bigger scale than Austen's earlier books, Mansfield Park (1814) can be seen as an image of quiet resistance at the start of what was to be the most convulsive century of change in English history. In telling the story of Fanny Price, the quiet and sensitive daughter of a lower-middle-class Portsmouth family who is brought up in&#8212;and after much suffering eventually becomes mistress of&#8212;elegant Mansfield Park, Austen draws on her usual cool irony and psychological insight while also portraying a less immediately winning heroine in a more complex light.<P>0-14-043016-4<P>Emma<P>Edited with an Introduction by Ronald Blythe<P>Many writers and critics consider Emma (1816), the last of Austen's novels published in her lifetime, the climax of her genius. Dominating the novel is the character of Emma Woodhouse&#8212;vital, interesting, complex, and predisposed to playing power games with other people's emotions. Austen called her a heroine \\\"no one but myself would like,\\\" but she endures as one of Austen's immortal creations. Charting how Emma's disastrous foray as a matchmaker precipitates a crisis in the small provincial world of Highbury, and in her own heart, this novel of self-deceit and self-discovery sparkles with intelligence, wit, and irony.<P>0-14-043010-5<P>Persuasion<P>Edited with an Introduction by D.W. Harding<P>Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth had met and separated years before. Their reunion forces a recognition of the false values that drove them apart. The characters who embody those values are the subjects of some of the most withering satire that Austen ever wrote. Like its predecessors, Persuasion (published after her death in 1818) is a tale of love and marriage, told with Austen's distinctive irony and insight. But the heroine&#8212;like the author&#8212;is more mature; the tone of the writing more somber.<P>Also included in this edition is the pioneering biography of Austen written fifty years after her death by her nephew, J. E. Austen-Leigh, which outlines the essential facts of Austen's life while also reflecting the Victorian era's limited comprehension of her achievements.<P>0-14-043005-9<P>Lady Susan/The Watsons/Sanditon<P>Edited with an Introduction by Margaret Drabble<P>These three works&#8212;one novel unpublished in her lifetime and two unfinished fragments&#8212;reveal Austen's development as a great artist. Lady Susan is a sparkling melodrama, written in epistolary form, featuring a beautiful, intelligent, and wicked heroine. The Watsons, probably written when Austen resided unhappily in Bath and abandoned after her father's death, is a tantalizing fragment centering on the marital prospects of the Watson sisters in a small provincial town. Sanditon, Austen's last fiction, reflects her growing concern with the new speculative consumer society and foreshadows the great social upheavals of the Industrial Revolution.<P>0-14-043102-0<P>Also available from Penguin Classics&#58;<P>The Juvenilia of Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;<br>Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;<br>Edited by Frances Beer<P>This collection provides the opportunity to discover the first examples of Austen's neoclassical elegance and Bront&#233;'s mastery of the romantic spirit.<P>0-14-043267-1<P>Available on audiocassette from Penguin Audiobooks&#58;<P>Emma 0-14-086106-8<br>Persuasion 0-14-086058-4<br>Pride and Prejudice 0-14-086060-6<br>Sense and Sensibility 0-14-086245-5<br>Boxed Set&#58; Sense and Sensibility, Persuasion, and Pride and Prejudice 0-14-771107-X<P>Penguin Classics wishes to thank and credit the following writers and books for information used in creating this Penguin Classics Guide&#58;<P>Joseph Duffy, \\\"Criticism 1814-70\\\"; Brian Southam, \\\"Criticism 1870-1940\\\" and \\\"Janeites and Anti-Janeites\\\"; A. Walton Litz, \\\"Criticism 1939-83\\\"; J. David Grey, \\\"Life of Jane Austen\\\"; all in The Jane Austen Companion, J. David Grey, Managing Editor; Macmillan Publishing Company, New York, 1986.<P>Lloyd W. Brown, \\\"The Business of Marrying and Mothering,\\\" and Norman Page, \\\"The Great Tradition Revisited,\\\" in Jane Austen's Achievement, edited by Juliet McMaster, Harper & Row Publishers, Inc., Barnes & Noble Import Division, New York, 1976.<P>W. A. Craik, Jane Austen&#58; The Six Novels, Barnes & Noble, Inc., New York, 1965.<P>\"},{\"id\":\"49675492T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"7\",\"text\":\"<P>INTRODUCTION<P>It is now almost exactly two centuries since the first two of Jane Austen's six completed novels&#8212;Sense and Sensibility andPride and Prejudice&#8212;were published, and for much of that time writers and critics have passionately disagreed about the true caliber of her work. Austen's books received a few respectful reviews and lively attention from the reading public during her lifetime, but it wasn't until nearly thirty years after her death that some critics began to recognize her enduring artistic accomplishment&#8212;and others to debate it.<P>In 1843, the historian Thomas Macaulay called Austen the writer to \\\"have approached nearest to the manner of the great master\\\" Shakespeare; Charlotte Bront&#233; felt, on the contrary, that \\\"the Passions are perfectly unknown to her.... Jane Austen was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete, and rather insensible (not senseless) woman.\\\" Anthony Trollope made up his mind as a young man that \\\"Pride and Prejudice was the best novel in the language,\\\" while Mark Twain claimed to feel an \\\"animal repugnance\\\" for Austen's writing.<P>Austen herself would probably not have disagreed with many of her detractors' objections. She acknowledged that her themes and concerns were limited; she described them as \\\"human nature in the midland counties.\\\" \\\"Three or four families in a country village is the very thing to work on,\\\" she wrote in a letter to her niece; and in another, now famous letter to her brother Edward, she described her art as \\\"the little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush, as to produce little effect, after much labour.\\\"<P>It is true that great historical events and political concerns appear only obliquely, if at all, in the background of Austen's stories; that she deals with the spiritual condition of the human soul only insofar as it manifests itself in her characters' manners and taste in spouses; that the intellectual issues of her day appear in her novels primarily as a vehicle for revealing character and spoofing fashion. Even Austen's great early champion, the critic G. H. Lewes, had to admit the truth of Charlotte Bront&#233;'s objection that Austen's style lacked poetry, and that her \\\"exquisite\\\" work would appeal only to readers who didn't require \\\"strong lights and shadows.\\\" But in spite of these limitations, the particular genius and lasting appeal of Austen's writing has only become clearer and more certain as the decades pass and literary fashions come and go.<P>What is Austen's particular genius? And what might account for the renaissance of popular interest in her work today&#8212;one reflected in the recently acclaimed television and feature film productions of Sense and Sensibility (with an Oscar-winning screenplay by Emma Thompson), Pride and Prejudice (an A&E miniseries), the art house hit Persuasion, and the upcoming release of Emma, as well as the Emma-inspired Clueless, now atop video rental charts?<P>\\\"Of all great writers,\\\" Virginia Woolf said, \\\"she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness.\\\" But perhaps Austen herself gave us a clue to the standards for greatness she set herself, and a way to judge her achievement, when in Northanger Abbey she has a character say&#58; \\\"'Oh! it is only a novel!' or, in short, only some work in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusion of wit and humour are to be conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.\\\"<P>Austen's delightful wit is certainly one of the great pleasures of her work. As to \\\"the best chosen language,\\\" while her writing conveys none of the lyricism of the Romantics (like Bront&#233;) who would succeed her, it is full of intelligence and precisely crafted to convey its often subtle meaning. But Austen's strongest suit is her thorough knowledge and happy delineation of human nature. We can still, despite the vast differences between her society and our own, recognize ourselves in the ways her characters think and behave. We all know people as cleverly manipulative and outwardly affectionate as Lucy Steele or Miss Bingley; as self-involved as Fanny Dashwood or Lady Catherine de Bourgh; and as charming but as lacking in scruples as John Willoughby or Colonel Wickham. We are in turns impulsive and hyper-responsible like Marianne and Elinor Dashwood; conceal ourselves with arrogance like Mr. Darcy; assume we understand more than we do like Elizabeth Bennet; and revel in gossip, like Mrs. Jennings. And while the great events and philosophical movements of history play themselves out around us, it is our own nature and actions, and the nature and actions of the people around us, that most influence our lives.<P>In her own day, Austen's work signified a break with the Gothic and sentimental novels that had long been fashionable, in which heroines were always virtuous, romance was always sentimentalized, and unlikely but convenient coincidences and acts of God always occurred to bring about the dramatic climax. Instead Austen represented the ordinary world of men and women as it&#8212;sometimes mundanely&#8212;was, a place where love and romance were constrained by economics and human imperfection; where women had distinct and often sparkling personalities; where characters were never simply good or evil but more complicated amalgams, reflecting both their own moral nature and the virtues and failings of the families and society that shaped them.<P>In these ways, Austen seems very much in tune with today's sensibilities. We love her strong, unpretentious heroines (\\\"Pictures of perfection as you know make me sick & wicked,\\\" Austen said of them), who think for themselves and say what they mean when appropriate and don't take themselves too seriously. They are not, in today's parlance, victims. We are as interested as ever in Austen's favorite subjects of love and marriage, while also identifying with her steadfast refusal to romanticize romance; with her acknowledgment that money, class, and what other people think matter in the real world; that marriage does not result in a happy ending for everyone; and that it is dangerous to let passion blind us to reality. Living amidst the cultural fallout from the self-absorbed, sensibility-prone 1960s, we appreciate Austen's emphasis on reason, moderation, fidelity, and consideration for others.<P>Austen wrote her books at the dawn of the nineteenth century, when vast social changes were already encroaching on the way of life she so loved and rendered with such exquisite artistry. We read her books today on the cusp of a new century, with an unfathomable world creeping up on us, too&#8212;one globally interconnected, technologically complex, economically uncertain. Perhaps we find on Austen's rural estates and in her charming, insular society the same peace and pleasure she found there; and an analogue for the simpler, more circumscribed world of our own childhoods, itself passing quickly away into history.<P>About the Title<P>Marianne Dashwood, trusting the evidence of her senses, falls passionately in love with a man who in truth is less good than he seems. Elinor Dashwood quite sensibly \\\"thinks very highly of, greatly esteems, and likes\\\" a man whose worthiness in her eyes only increases when she learns why he cannot marry her. Through the sisters' stories, and the moral dilemmas they raise, Jane Austen explores in the form of a delightful and dramatically satisfying romance the limitations and pitfalls of the Romantic aesthetic in a world where money matters.<P>Though Northanger Abbey (originally called Lady Susan) was Austen's first novel to be accepted for publication, the publisher never issued it, and by the time Austen bought back the rights in 1816, she didn't think it was good enough to publish. Sense and Sensibility, published in 1811, is considerably more ambitious than Northanger Abbey, both thematically and technically, and is generally considered Austen's first major novel.<P>ABOUT JANE AUSTEN<P>Jane Austen, seventh of the eight children of Reverend George and Cassandra Leigh Austen, was born on December 16, 1775, in the small village of Steventon in Hampshire, England. Her childhood was happy&#58; her home was full of books and many friends and her parents encouraged both their children's intellectual interests and their passion for producing and performing in amateur theatricals. Austen's closest relationship, one that would endure throughout her life, was with her beloved only sister, Cassandra.<P>From about the time she was twelve years old, Austen began writing spirited parodies of the popular Gothic and sentimental fiction of the day for the amusement of her family. Chock-full of stock characters, vapid and virtuous heroines, and improbable coincidences, these early works reveal in nascent form many of her literary gifts&#58; particularly her ironic sensibility, wit, and gift for comedy. Attempts at more sustained, serious works began around 1794 with a novel in letters&#8212;a popular form at the time&#8212;called Lady Susan, and in the years immediately following with two more epistolary novels&#8212;one called Elinor and Marianne, the other First Impressions&#8212;that would evolve into Sense and Sensibilityand Pride and Prejudice. Lady Susan, later revised and entitled Northanger Abbey, also was begun in that period.<P>From 1799 to 1809, little is known of Austen's life or literary endeavors, other than that upon her father's retirement she moved unhappily from her beloved home in Steventon to Bath; that he died a few years thereafter and she moved to Southampton; and that she began, but did not complete, a novel called The Watsons. A move back to the country in 1808&#8212;to a cottage on one of her brother's properties in Chawton&#8212;seems to have revived her interest in writing.<P>Her revised version of Elinor and Marianne&#8212;Sense and Sensibility&#8212;was published, like all the work which appeared in print in her lifetime, anonymously, in 1811; and between the time Pride and Prejudice was accepted for publication and the time it actually appeared, she wrote Mansfield Park. Emma appeared in 1816 and was reviewed favorably by the most popular novelist of the day, Sir Walter Scott, who said&#58;<P>The author's knowledge of the world, and the peculiar tact with which she presents characters that the reader cannot fail to recognize, reminds us something of the merits of the Flemish school of painting. The subjects are not often elegant, and certainly never grand; but they are finished up to nature, and with a precision which delights the reader.<P>Scott also insightfully pointed out Emma's significance in representing the emergence of a new kind of novel, one concerned with the texture of ordinary life.<P>Though all her novels were concerned with courtship, love, and marriage, Austen never married. There is some evidence that she had several flirtations with eligible men in her early twenties, and speculation that in 1802 she agreed to marry the heir of a Hampshire family but then changed her mind. Austen rigorously guarded her privacy, and after her death, her family censored and destroyed many of her letters. Little is known of her personal experience or her favorite subjects. However, Austen's reputation as a \\\"dowdy bluestocking,\\\" as literary critic Ronald Blythe points out, is far from accurate&#58; \\\"she loved balls, cards, wine, music, country walks, conversation, children, and bad as well as excellent novels.\\\"<P>In 1816, as she worked to complete her novel Persuasion, Austen's health began to fail. She continued to work, preparingNorthanger Abbey for publication, and began a light-hearted, satirical work called Sanditon which she never finished. She died at the age of forty-two on July 18, 1817, in the arms of her beloved sister, Cassandra, of what historians now believe to have been Addison's disease.<P>The identity of \\\"A Lady\\\" who wrote the popular novels was known in her lifetime only to her family and a few elite readers, among them the Prince Regent, who invited Austen to visit his library and \\\"permitted\\\" her to dedicate Emma to him (unaware, no doubt, that she loathed him). But Austen deliberately avoided literary circles; in Ronald Blythe's words, \\\"literature, not the literary life, was always her intention.\\\" It was not until the December following her death, when Northanger Abbey andPersuasion were published, that \\\"a biographical notice of the author\\\" by Austen's brother Henry appeared in the books, revealing to the reading public for the first time the name of Jane Austen.<P>The time in which Jane Austen wrote her novels was a period of great stability just about to give way to a time of unimagined changes. At that time most of England's population (some thirteen million) were involved in rural and agricultural work&#58; yet within another twenty years, the majority of Englishmen became urban dwellers involved with industry, and the great railway age had begun. Throughout the early years of the century the cities were growing at a great rate; the network of canals was completed, the main roads were being remade. Regency London, in particular, boomed and became, among other things, a great centre of fashion. On the other hand, England in the first decade of the nineteenth century was still predominantly a land of country towns and villages, a land of rural routines which were scarcely touched by the seven campaigns of the Peninsular War against Napoleon.<P>But if Austen's age was still predominantly one of rural quiet, it was also the age of the French Revolution, the War of American Independence, the start of the Industrial Revolution, and the first generation of the Romantic poets; and Jane Austen was certainly not unaware of what was going on in the world around her. She had two brothers in the Royal Navy and a cousin whose husband was guillotined in the Terror. And although her favourite prose writer was Dr. Samuel Johnson, she clearly knew the works of writers like Goethe, Worsdworth, Scott, Byron, Southey, Godwin and other, very definitely nineteenth-century, authors.<P>If Jane Austen seems to have lived a life of placid rural seclusion in north Hampshire, she was at the same time very aware of a whole range of new energies and impulses, new ideas and powers, which were changing or about to change England&#8212;and indeed the whole western world&#8212;with a violence, a suddenness, and a heedlessness, which would soon make Jane Austen's world seem as remote as the Elizabethan Age. It is well to remember that in the early years of the century, when Thomas Arnold saw his first train tearing through the Rugby countryside he said&#58; \\\"Feudality is gone forever.\\\" So close was it possible then to feel to the immemorial, static feudal way of life; so quickly was that way of life to vanish as the modern world laboured to be born.<P>Adapted from the Introduction to the Penguin Classics edition of Mansfield Park.<P>Related Titles<P>Northanger Abbey<P>Edited with an Introduction by Marilyn Butler<P>This lighthearted romance, generally agreed to be Austen's earliest major novel, though it was not published until after her death, is also a high-spirited burlesque of the sentimental and Gothic novels of her day. When the charmingly imperfect heroine, Catherine Morland, visits Northanger Abbey, she meets all the trappings of Gothic horror, and imagines the worst. Fortunately, she has at hand her own fundamental good sense and irresistible but unsentimental hero, Henry Tilney. Real disaster does eventually strike, but doesn't spoil for too long the happy atmosphere of this delightful novel.<P>0-14-043413-5<P>Mansfield Park<P>Edited with an Introduction by Tony Tanner<P>More varied in scene and conceived on a bigger scale than Austen's earlier books, Mansfield Park (1814) can be seen as an image of quiet resistance at the start of what was to be the most convulsive century of change in English history. In telling the story of Fanny Price, the quiet and sensitive daughter of a lower-middle-class Portsmouth family who is brought up in&#8212;and after much suffering eventually becomes mistress of&#8212;elegant Mansfield Park, Austen draws on her usual cool irony and psychological insight while also portraying a less immediately winning heroine in a more complex light.<P>0-14-043016-4<P>Emma<P>Edited with an Introduction by Ronald Blythe<P>Many writers and critics consider Emma (1816), the last of Austen's novels published in her lifetime, the climax of her genius. Dominating the novel is the character of Emma Woodhouse&#8212;vital, interesting, complex, and predisposed to playing power games with other people's emotions. Austen called her a heroine \\\"no one but myself would like,\\\" but she endures as one of Austen's immortal creations. Charting how Emma's disastrous foray as a matchmaker precipitates a crisis in the small provincial world of Highbury, and in her own heart, this novel of self-deceit and self-discovery sparkles with intelligence, wit, and irony.<P>0-14-043010-5<P>Persuasion<P>Edited with an Introduction by D.W. Harding<P>Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth had met and separated years before. Their reunion forces a recognition of the false values that drove them apart. The characters who embody those values are the subjects of some of the most withering satire that Austen ever wrote. Like its predecessors, Persuasion (published after her death in 1818) is a tale of love and marriage, told with Austen's distinctive irony and insight. But the heroine&#8212;like the author&#8212;is more mature; the tone of the writing more somber.<P>Also included in this edition is the pioneering biography of Austen written fifty years after her death by her nephew, J. E. Austen-Leigh, which outlines the essential facts of Austen's life while also reflecting the Victorian era's limited comprehension of her achievements.<P>0-14-043005-9<P>Lady Susan/The Watsons/Sanditon<P>Edited with an Introduction by Margaret Drabble<P>These three works&#8212;one novel unpublished in her lifetime and two unfinished fragments&#8212;reveal Austen's development as a great artist. Lady Susan is a sparkling melodrama, written in epistolary form, featuring a beautiful, intelligent, and wicked heroine. The Watsons, probably written when Austen resided unhappily in Bath and abandoned after her father's death, is a tantalizing fragment centering on the marital prospects of the Watson sisters in a small provincial town. Sanditon, Austen's last fiction, reflects her growing concern with the new speculative consumer society and foreshadows the great social upheavals of the Industrial Revolution.<P>0-14-043102-0<P>Also available from Penguin Classics&#58;<P>The Juvenilia of Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;<br>Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;<br>Edited by Frances Beer<P>This collection provides the opportunity to discover the first examples of Austen's neoclassical elegance and Bront&#233;'s mastery of the romantic spirit.<P>0-14-043267-1<P>Available on audiocassette from Penguin Audiobooks&#58;<P>Emma 0-14-086106-8<br>Persuasion 0-14-086058-4<br>Pride and Prejudice 0-14-086060-6<br>Sense and Sensibility 0-14-086245-5<br>Boxed Set&#58; Sense and Sensibility, Persuasion, and Pride and Prejudice 0-14-771107-X<P>Penguin Classics wishes to thank and credit the following writers and books for information used in creating this Penguin Classics Guide&#58;<P>Joseph Duffy, \\\"Criticism 1814-70\\\"; Brian Southam, \\\"Criticism 1870-1940\\\" and \\\"Janeites and Anti-Janeites\\\"; A. Walton Litz, \\\"Criticism 1939-83\\\"; J. David Grey, \\\"Life of Jane Austen\\\"; all in The Jane Austen Companion, J. David Grey, Managing Editor; Macmillan Publishing Company, New York, 1986.<P>Lloyd W. Brown, \\\"The Business of Marrying and Mothering,\\\" and Norman Page, \\\"The Great Tradition Revisited,\\\" in Jane Austen's Achievement, edited by Juliet McMaster, Harper & Row Publishers, Inc., Barnes & Noble Import Division, New York, 1976.<P>W. A. Craik, Jane Austen&#58; The Six Novels, Barnes & Noble, Inc., New York, 1965.\"},{\"id\":\"46653036T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"8\",\"text\":\"<b>INTRODUCTION</b><P>It is now almost exactly two centuries since the first two of Jane Austen's six completed novels&#8212;<i>Sense and Sensibility</i> and<i>Pride and Prejudice</i>&#8212;were published, and for much of that time writers and critics have passionately disagreed about the true caliber of her work. Austen's books received a few respectful reviews and lively attention from the reading public during her lifetime, but it wasn't until nearly thirty years after her death that some critics began to recognize her enduring artistic accomplishment&#8212;and others to debate it.<P>In 1843, the historian Thomas Macaulay called Austen the writer to \\\"have approached nearest to the manner of the great master\\\" Shakespeare; Charlotte Bront&#233; felt, on the contrary, that \\\"the Passions are perfectly unknown to her.... Jane Austen was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete, and rather insensible (not senseless) woman.\\\" Anthony Trollope made up his mind as a young man that \\\"<i>Pride and Prejudice</i> was the best novel in the language,\\\" while Mark Twain claimed to feel an \\\"animal repugnance\\\" for Austen's writing.<P>Austen herself would probably not have disagreed with many of her detractors' objections. She acknowledged that her themes and concerns were limited; she described them as \\\"human nature in the midland counties.\\\" \\\"Three or four families in a country village is the very thing to work on,\\\" she wrote in a letter to her niece; and in another, now famous letter to her brother Edward, she described her art as \\\"the little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush, as to produce little effect, after much labour.\\\"<P>It is true that great historical events and political concerns appear only obliquely, if at all, in the background of Austen's stories; that she deals with the spiritual condition of the human soul only insofar as it manifests itself in her characters' manners and taste in spouses; that the intellectual issues of her day appear in her novels primarily as a vehicle for revealing character and spoofing fashion. Even Austen's great early champion, the critic G. H. Lewes, had to admit the truth of Charlotte Bront&#233;'s objection that Austen's style lacked poetry, and that her \\\"exquisite\\\" work would appeal only to readers who didn't require \\\"strong lights and shadows.\\\" But in spite of these limitations, the particular genius and lasting appeal of Austen's writing has only become clearer and more certain as the decades pass and literary fashions come and go.<P>What is Austen's particular genius? And what might account for the renaissance of popular interest in her work today&#8212;one reflected in the recently acclaimed television and feature film productions of <i>Sense and Sensibility</i> (with an Oscar-winning screenplay by Emma Thompson), <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> (an A&E miniseries), the art house hit <i>Persuasion</i>, and the upcoming release of <i>Emma</i>, as well as the <i>Emma</i>-inspired <i>Clueless</i>, now atop video rental charts?<P>\\\"Of all great writers,\\\" Virginia Woolf said, \\\"she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness.\\\" But perhaps Austen herself gave us a clue to the standards for greatness she set herself, and a way to judge her achievement, when in <i>Northanger Abbey </i>she has a character say&#58; \\\"'Oh! it is only a novel!' or, in short, only some work in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusion of wit and humour are to be conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.\\\"<P>Austen's delightful wit is certainly one of the great pleasures of her work. As to \\\"the best chosen language,\\\" while her writing conveys none of the lyricism of the Romantics (like Bront&#233;) who would succeed her, it is full of intelligence and precisely crafted to convey its often subtle meaning. But Austen's strongest suit is her thorough knowledge and happy delineation of human nature. We can still, despite the vast differences between her society and our own, recognize ourselves in the ways her characters think and behave. We all know people as cleverly manipulative and outwardly affectionate as Lucy Steele or Miss Bingley; as self-involved as Fanny Dashwood or Lady Catherine de Bourgh; and as charming but as lacking in scruples as John Willoughby or Colonel Wickham. We are in turns impulsive and hyper-responsible like Marianne and Elinor Dashwood; conceal ourselves with arrogance like Mr. Darcy; assume we understand more than we do like Elizabeth Bennet; and revel in gossip, like Mrs. Jennings. And while the great events and philosophical movements of history play themselves out around us, it is our own nature and actions, and the nature and actions of the people around us, that most influence our lives.<P>In her own day, Austen's work signified a break with the Gothic and sentimental novels that had long been fashionable, in which heroines were always virtuous, romance was always sentimentalized, and unlikely but convenient coincidences and acts of God always occurred to bring about the dramatic climax. Instead Austen represented the ordinary world of men and women as it&#8212;sometimes mundanely&#8212;was, a place where love and romance were constrained by economics and human imperfection; where women had distinct and often sparkling personalities; where characters were never simply good or evil but more complicated amalgams, reflecting both their own moral nature and the virtues and failings of the families and society that shaped them.<P>In these ways, Austen seems very much in tune with today's sensibilities. We love her strong, unpretentious heroines (\\\"Pictures of perfection as you know make me sick & wicked,\\\" Austen said of them), who think for themselves and say what they mean when appropriate and don't take themselves too seriously. They are not, in today's parlance, victims. We are as interested as ever in Austen's favorite subjects of love and marriage, while also identifying with her steadfast refusal to romanticize romance; with her acknowledgment that money, class, and what other people think matter in the real world; that marriage does not result in a happy ending for everyone; and that it is dangerous to let passion blind us to reality. Living amidst the cultural fallout from the self-absorbed, sensibility-prone 1960s, we appreciate Austen's emphasis on reason, moderation, fidelity, and consideration for others.<P>Austen wrote her books at the dawn of the nineteenth century, when vast social changes were already encroaching on the way of life she so loved and rendered with such exquisite artistry. We read her books today on the cusp of a new century, with an unfathomable world creeping up on us, too&#8212;one globally interconnected, technologically complex, economically uncertain. Perhaps we find on Austen's rural estates and in her charming, insular society the same peace and pleasure she found there; and an analogue for the simpler, more circumscribed world of our own childhoods, itself passing quickly away into history.<P><b>About the Title</b><P>Marianne Dashwood, trusting the evidence of her senses, falls passionately in love with a man who in truth is less good than he seems. Elinor Dashwood quite sensibly \\\"thinks very highly of, greatly esteems, and likes\\\" a man whose worthiness in her eyes only increases when she learns why he cannot marry her. Through the sisters' stories, and the moral dilemmas they raise, Jane Austen explores in the form of a delightful and dramatically satisfying romance the limitations and pitfalls of the Romantic aesthetic in a world where money matters.<P>Though <i>Northanger Abbey </i>(originally called Lady Susan) was Austen's first novel to be accepted for publication, the publisher never issued it, and by the time Austen bought back the rights in 1816, she didn't think it was good enough to publish. <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>, published in 1811, is considerably more ambitious than Northanger Abbey, both thematically and technically, and is generally considered Austen's first major novel.<P><b>ABOUT JANE AUSTEN</b><P>Jane Austen, seventh of the eight children of Reverend George and Cassandra Leigh Austen, was born on December 16, 1775, in the small village of Steventon in Hampshire, England. Her childhood was happy&#58; her home was full of books and many friends and her parents encouraged both their children's intellectual interests and their passion for producing and performing in amateur theatricals. Austen's closest relationship, one that would endure throughout her life, was with her beloved only sister, Cassandra.<P>From about the time she was twelve years old, Austen began writing spirited parodies of the popular Gothic and sentimental fiction of the day for the amusement of her family. Chock-full of stock characters, vapid and virtuous heroines, and improbable coincidences, these early works reveal in nascent form many of her literary gifts&#58; particularly her ironic sensibility, wit, and gift for comedy. Attempts at more sustained, serious works began around 1794 with a novel in letters&#8212;a popular form at the time&#8212;called Lady Susan, and in the years immediately following with two more epistolary novels&#8212;one called Elinor and Marianne, the other First Impressions&#8212;that would evolve into <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>and <i>Pride and Prejudice</i>. Lady Susan, later revised and entitled <i>Northanger Abbey</i>, also was begun in that period.<P>From 1799 to 1809, little is known of Austen's life or literary endeavors, other than that upon her father's retirement she moved unhappily from her beloved home in Steventon to Bath; that he died a few years thereafter and she moved to Southampton; and that she began, but did not complete, a novel called The Watsons. A move back to the country in 1808&#8212;to a cottage on one of her brother's properties in Chawton&#8212;seems to have revived her interest in writing.<P>Her revised version of Elinor and Marianne&#8212;<i>Sense and Sensibility</i>&#8212;was published, like all the work which appeared in print in her lifetime, anonymously, in 1811; and between the time <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> was accepted for publication and the time it actually appeared, she wrote <i>Mansfield Park</i>. <i>Emma</i> appeared in 1816 and was reviewed favorably by the most popular novelist of the day, Sir Walter Scott, who said&#58;<P>The author's knowledge of the world, and the peculiar tact with which she presents characters that the reader cannot fail to recognize, reminds us something of the merits of the Flemish school of painting. The subjects are not often elegant, and certainly never grand; but they are finished up to nature, and with a precision which delights the reader.<P>Scott also insightfully pointed out <i>Emma</i>'s significance in representing the emergence of a new kind of novel, one concerned with the texture of ordinary life.<P>Though all her novels were concerned with courtship, love, and marriage, Austen never married. There is some evidence that she had several flirtations with eligible men in her early twenties, and speculation that in 1802 she agreed to marry the heir of a Hampshire family but then changed her mind. Austen rigorously guarded her privacy, and after her death, her family censored and destroyed many of her letters. Little is known of her personal experience or her favorite subjects. However, Austen's reputation as a \\\"dowdy bluestocking,\\\" as literary critic Ronald Blythe points out, is far from accurate&#58; \\\"she loved balls, cards, wine, music, country walks, conversation, children, and bad as well as excellent novels.\\\"<P>In 1816, as she worked to complete her novel <i>Persuasion</i>, Austen's health began to fail. She continued to work, preparing<i>Northanger Abbey </i>for publication, and began a light-hearted, satirical work called Sanditon which she never finished. She died at the age of forty-two on July 18, 1817, in the arms of her beloved sister, Cassandra, of what historians now believe to have been Addison's disease.<P>The identity of \\\"A Lady\\\" who wrote the popular novels was known in her lifetime only to her family and a few elite readers, among them the Prince Regent, who invited Austen to visit his library and \\\"permitted\\\" her to dedicate <i>Emma</i> to him (unaware, no doubt, that she loathed him). But Austen deliberately avoided literary circles; in Ronald Blythe's words, \\\"literature, not the literary life, was always her intention.\\\" It was not until the December following her death, when <i>Northanger Abbey </i>and<i>Persuasion</i> were published, that \\\"a biographical notice of the author\\\" by Austen's brother Henry appeared in the books, revealing to the reading public for the first time the name of Jane Austen.<P>The time in which Jane Austen wrote her novels was a period of great stability just about to give way to a time of unimagined changes. At that time most of England's population (some thirteen million) were involved in rural and agricultural work&#58; yet within another twenty years, the majority of Englishmen became urban dwellers involved with industry, and the great railway age had begun. Throughout the early years of the century the cities were growing at a great rate; the network of canals was completed, the main roads were being remade. Regency London, in particular, boomed and became, among other things, a great centre of fashion. On the other hand, England in the first decade of the nineteenth century was still predominantly a land of country towns and villages, a land of rural routines which were scarcely touched by the seven campaigns of the Peninsular War against Napoleon.<P>But if Austen's age was still predominantly one of rural quiet, it was also the age of the French Revolution, the War of American Independence, the start of the Industrial Revolution, and the first generation of the Romantic poets; and Jane Austen was certainly not unaware of what was going on in the world around her. She had two brothers in the Royal Navy and a cousin whose husband was guillotined in the Terror. And although her favourite prose writer was Dr. Samuel Johnson, she clearly knew the works of writers like Goethe, Worsdworth, Scott, Byron, Southey, Godwin and other, very definitely nineteenth-century, authors.<P>If Jane Austen seems to have lived a life of placid rural seclusion in north Hampshire, she was at the same time very aware of a whole range of new energies and impulses, new ideas and powers, which were changing or about to change England&#8212;and indeed the whole western world&#8212;with a violence, a suddenness, and a heedlessness, which would soon make Jane Austen's world seem as remote as the Elizabethan Age. It is well to remember that in the early years of the century, when Thomas Arnold saw his first train tearing through the Rugby countryside he said&#58; \\\"Feudality is gone forever.\\\" So close was it possible then to feel to the immemorial, static feudal way of life; so quickly was that way of life to vanish as the modern world laboured to be born.<P>Adapted from the Introduction to the Penguin Classics edition of <i>Mansfield Park</i>.<P><b>Related Titles</b><P><i>Northanger Abbey</i><P>Edited with an Introduction by Marilyn Butler<P>This lighthearted romance, generally agreed to be Austen's earliest major novel, though it was not published until after her death, is also a high-spirited burlesque of the sentimental and Gothic novels of her day. When the charmingly imperfect heroine, Catherine Morland, visits Northanger Abbey, she meets all the trappings of Gothic horror, and imagines the worst. Fortunately, she has at hand her own fundamental good sense and irresistible but unsentimental hero, Henry Tilney. Real disaster does eventually strike, but doesn't spoil for too long the happy atmosphere of this delightful novel.<P>0-14-043413-5<P><i>Mansfield Park</i><P>Edited with an Introduction by Tony Tanner<P>More varied in scene and conceived on a bigger scale than Austen's earlier books, <i>Mansfield Park</i> (1814) can be seen as an image of quiet resistance at the start of what was to be the most convulsive century of change in English history. In telling the story of Fanny Price, the quiet and sensitive daughter of a lower-middle-class Portsmouth family who is brought up in&#8212;and after much suffering eventually becomes mistress of&#8212;elegant <i>Mansfield Park</i>, Austen draws on her usual cool irony and psychological insight while also portraying a less immediately winning heroine in a more complex light.<P>0-14-043016-4<P><i>Emma</i><P>Edited with an Introduction by Ronald Blythe<P>Many writers and critics consider <i>Emma</i> (1816), the last of Austen's novels published in her lifetime, the climax of her genius. Dominating the novel is the character of Emma Woodhouse&#8212;vital, interesting, complex, and predisposed to playing power games with other people's emotions. Austen called her a heroine \\\"no one but myself would like,\\\" but she endures as one of Austen's immortal creations. Charting how Emma's disastrous foray as a matchmaker precipitates a crisis in the small provincial world of Highbury, and in her own heart, this novel of self-deceit and self-discovery sparkles with intelligence, wit, and irony.<P>0-14-043010-5<P><i>Persuasion</i><P>Edited with an Introduction by D.W. Harding<P>Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth had met and separated years before. Their reunion forces a recognition of the false values that drove them apart. The characters who embody those values are the subjects of some of the most withering satire that Austen ever wrote. Like its predecessors, <i>Persuasion</i> (published after her death in 1818) is a tale of love and marriage, told with Austen's distinctive irony and insight. But the heroine&#8212;like the author&#8212;is more mature; the tone of the writing more somber.<P>Also included in this edition is the pioneering biography of Austen written fifty years after her death by her nephew, J. E. Austen-Leigh, which outlines the essential facts of Austen's life while also reflecting the Victorian era's limited comprehension of her achievements.<P>0-14-043005-9<P><i>Lady Susan/The Watsons/Sanditon</i><P>Edited with an Introduction by Margaret Drabble<P>These three works&#8212;one novel unpublished in her lifetime and two unfinished fragments&#8212;reveal Austen's development as a great artist. Lady Susan is a sparkling melodrama, written in epistolary form, featuring a beautiful, intelligent, and wicked heroine. The Watsons, probably written when Austen resided unhappily in Bath and abandoned after her father's death, is a tantalizing fragment centering on the marital prospects of the Watson sisters in a small provincial town. Sanditon, Austen's last fiction, reflects her growing concern with the new speculative consumer society and foreshadows the great social upheavals of the Industrial Revolution.<P>0-14-043102-0<P>Also available from Penguin Classics&#58;<P><i>The Juvenilia of Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;</i><br>Jane Austen and Charlotte Bront&#233;<br>Edited by Frances Beer<P>This collection provides the opportunity to discover the first examples of Austen's neoclassical elegance and Bront&#233;'s mastery of the romantic spirit.<P>0-14-043267-1<P>Available on audiocassette from Penguin Audiobooks&#58;<P><i>Emma</i> 0-14-086106-8<br><i>Persuasion</i> 0-14-086058-4<br><i>Pride and Prejudice</i> 0-14-086060-6<br><i>Sense and Sensibility</i> 0-14-086245-5<br>Boxed Set&#58; <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>, <i>Persuasion</i>, and <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> 0-14-771107-X<P>Penguin Classics wishes to thank and credit the following writers and books for information used in creating this Penguin Classics Guide&#58;<P>Joseph Duffy, \\\"Criticism 1814-70\\\"; Brian Southam, \\\"Criticism 1870-1940\\\" and \\\"Janeites and Anti-Janeites\\\"; A. Walton Litz, \\\"Criticism 1939-83\\\"; J. David Grey, \\\"Life of Jane Austen\\\"; all in <i>The Jane Austen Companion</i>, J. David Grey, Managing Editor; Macmillan Publishing Company, New York, 1986.<P>Lloyd W. Brown, \\\"The Business of Marrying and Mothering,\\\" and Norman Page, \\\"The Great Tradition Revisited,\\\" in <i>Jane Austen's Achievement</i>, edited by Juliet McMaster, Harper & Row Publishers, Inc., Barnes & Noble Import Division, New York, 1976.<P>W. A. Craik, <i>Jane Austen&#58; The Six Novels</i>, Barnes & Noble, Inc., New York, 1965.<P>\"},{\"id\":\"2752114T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"9\",\"text\":\"<p>1. &#9;Sense and Sensibility begins with a short history of Norland Park, the Dashwood family's estate. 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Marianne defends her action by saying, &quot;If there had been any real impropriety in what I did, I should have been sensible of it at the time, for we always know when we are acting wrong.&quot; Is this a valid defense? Does the novel, in the end, support or reject Marianne's notion of propriety?</p><p>4. &#9;Claire Tomalin has argued that Sense and Sensibility acts out a debate about behavior, in which Elinor represents discretion and privacy and Marianne represents emotional openness. Which side do you think wins this debate? Do you think the novel's attempts to resolve this debate are successful? Why or why not?</p><p>5. &#9;Over the course of the novel, both Elinor and Marianne experience romantic reversals: Elinor when she discovers Edward Ferrarsis engaged to Lucy Steele, and Marianne when she discovers Willoughby is to marry Miss Grey. What do these experiences teach Elinor and Marianne? Compare the reactions of each.</p><p>6. &#9;Sense and Sensibility presents a host of memorable minor characters, such as Mrs. Jennings, Mrs. Ferrars, and Mrs. John Dashwood. Discuss the role minor characters play in the novel. What issues or ideas do they help illuminate for the protagonists?</p><p>7. &#9;In Chapter 17, Elinor says the following with regard to the notion of character: &quot;I have frequently detected myself in such kind of mistakes . . . in a total misapprehension of character in some points or other; fancying other people so much more gay or grave, or ingenious or stupid than they really are, and I can hardly tell why, or in what the deception originated. Sometimes one is guided by what they say of themselves, and very frequently by what others say of them, without giving oneself time to deliberate and judge.&quot; Discuss the theme of character in Sense and Sensibility. What does Elinor mean when she uses the word &quot;character&quot;? 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How is he punished for his decision to marry for money, in a way that someone like Lucy Steele is not? Why might this be the case?</p>  \"},{\"id\":\"123826780T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>Jane Austen</b> was born on December 16, 1775, in Steventon, a small village in Hampshire, England. As a girl, she wrote stories, including burlesques of popular romances. She lived with her family in Steventon until her father, a clergyman in the Church of England, retired in 1801. After his death, in 1805, she, her mother, and her sister did not have a settled home until 1809, when they moved to Chawton, Hampshire. There she was extraordinarily productive, revising three novels and writing three more from scratch. 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She died in 1817.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"121151168T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"11\",\"text\":\"<p>Jane Austen was born in Steventon, Hampshire, on December 16, 1775. Her father, the Reverend George Austen, was rector of Steventon, where she spent her first twenty-five years, along with her six brothers (two of them later naval officers in the Napoleonic wars) and her adored sister, Cassandra. She read voraciously from an early age, counting among her favorites the novels of Samuel Richardson, Henry Fielding, and Fanny Burney, and the poetry of William Cowper and George Crabbe. Her family was lively and affectionate and they encouraged her precocious literary efforts, the earliest dating from age twelve, which already displayed the beginnings of her comic style. Her first novels, <i>Elinor and Marianne</i> (1796) and <i>First Impressions</i> (1797), were not published. The gothic parody <i>Northanger Abbey</i> was accepted for publication in 1803 but was ultimately withheld by the publisher. <br/><br/>In 1801 the family moved to Bath, where for four years Austen was able to observe the fashionable watering place that would later figure prominently in her fiction. Austen was sociable in her youth, and was briefly engaged in 1802. Two years later she began work on <i>The Watsons,</i> a novel that remained unfinished. After the death of her father in 1805, she lived with her mother and sister in Southampton for a few years before moving with them to a cottage at Chawton in Hampshire. This would be her home for the rest of her life, and she wrote many of her novels in its parlor. She continued to revise her earlier unpublished work, and in 1811 a version of <i>Elinor and Marianne</i> was published as <i>Sense and Sensibility,</i> followed two years later by <i>Pride and Prejudice,</i> a reworking of <i>First Impressions.</i> In the next few years she published <i>Mansfield Park</i> (1814) and <i>Emma</i> (1816). <br/><br/>Austen became ill in 1815, perhaps with Addison's disease, and she died on July 18, 1817. <i>Persuasion,</i> her last novel, and the earlier <i>Northanger Abbey</i> appeared the following year. Of her last days her brother wrote: 'She wrote whilst she could hold a pen, and with a pencil when a pen was become too laborious. The day preceding her death she composed some stanzas replete with fancy and vigour.' Although Austen received some praise from her contemporaries-notably Sir Walter Scott, who discerned in her work 'the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment'-her detractors included Charlotte Bronte ('very incomplete and rather insensible') and Ralph Waldo Emerson ('vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention'), and her books did not immediately find a wide readership. 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She wrote six novels. <I>Sense and Sensibility</I> was first in 1811, then <I>Pride and Prejudice</I> (1813), <I>Mansfield Park</I> (1814) and <I>Emma</I> (1816). <I>Northanger Abbey</I> and <I>Persusaion</I> were both published posthumously, in 1817.&#160;Jane Austen died in 1817. <br>Well-received during her lifetime, since her death she has become known as not just one of the greatest writers of English fiction, but one of the most beloved.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"5825058T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"18\",\"text\":\"JANE AUSTEN was an English novelist whose works of romantic fiction, set among the landed gentry, earned her a place as one of the most widely read writers in English literature. Her realism and biting social commentary have gained her historical importance among scholars and critics.<br><br>GILL TAVNER was an English Teacher and Head of Department before turning to writing when she had young children of her own. She has also taught English in South East Asia, worked as a personal trainer, been a management trainee in an insurance company, led treks in Africa, run her own business and painted fake tattoos on Blackpool Pleasure Beach. Perhaps it is this variety that makes her such a versatile writer.<br><br>London-based illustrator ANN KRONHEIMER specialises in children&#8217;s publishing, picture and story books, early readers and educational books for infants up to young adults. 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In fact, if she were to list her worries right <BR>  then and there as she sat spellbound on the park bench and watched <BR>  her little brother, Mac, carried aloft in the talons of these five black <BR>  crows, puzzling out just how this feat was being done would likely <BR>  come in dead last. First on the list&#58; Her baby brother, her responsibility,<BR>  was being abducted by birds. A close second&#58; What did they <BR>  plan on doing with him?<BR>  And it had been such a nice day.<BR>  True, it had been a little gray when Prue woke up that morning, <BR>  but what September day in Portland wasn't? She had drawn up the <BR>  blinds in her bedroom and had paused for a moment, taking in the <BR>  sight of the tree branches outside her window, framed as they were by <BR>  a sky of dusty white-gray. It was Saturday, and the smell of coffee and <BR>  breakfast was drifting up from downstairs. Her parents would be in <BR>  their normal Saturday positions&#58; Dad with his nose in the paper, <BR>  occasionally hefting a lukewarm mug of coffee to his lips; Mom peering <BR>  through tortoiseshell bifocals at the woolly mass of a knitting project <BR>  of unknown determination. Her brother, all of one year old, would <BR>  be sitting in his high chair, exploring the farthest frontiers of <BR>  unintelligible babble&#58; Doose! Doose! Sure enough, her vision was proven <BR>  correct when she came downstairs to the nook off the kitchen. Her <BR>  father mumbled a greeting, her mother's eyes smiled from above her <BR>  glasses, and her brother shrieked, \\\"Pooo!\\\" Prue made herself a bowl <BR>  of granola. \\\"I've got bacon on, darling,\\\" said her mother, returning <BR>  her attention to the amoeba of yarn in her hands (was it a sweater? A <BR>  tea cozy? A noose?).<BR>  \\\"Mother,\\\" Prue had said, now pouring rice milk over her cereal, <BR>  \\\"I told you. I'm a vegetarian. Ergo&#58; no bacon.\\\" She had read that <BR>  word, ergo, in a novel she'd been reading. That was the first time she <BR>  had used it. She wasn't sure if she'd used it right, but it felt good. She <BR>  sat down at the kitchen table and winked at Mac. Her father briefly <BR>  peered over the top of his paper to give her a smile.<BR>  \\\"What's on the docket today?\\\" said her father. \\\"Remember, you're <BR>  watching Mac.\\\"<BR>  \\\"Mmmm, I dunno,\\\" Prue responded. \\\"Figured we'd hang around <BR>  somewhere. Rough up some old ladies. Maybe stick up a hardware <BR>  store. Pawn the loot. Beats going to a crafts fair.\\\"<BR>  Her father snorted.<BR>  \\\"Don't forget to drop off the library books. They're in the basket <BR>  by the front door,\\\" said her mother, her knitting needles clacking. <BR>  \\\"We should be back for dinner, but you know how long these things <BR>  can run.\\\"<BR>  \\\"Gotcha,\\\" said Prue.<BR>  Mac shouted, \\\"Pooooo!\\\" wildly brandished a spoon, and sneezed.<BR>  \\\"And we think your brother might have a cold,\\\" said her father. <BR>  \\\"So make sure he's bundled up, whatever you do.\\\"<BR>  (The crows lifted her brother higher into the overcast sky, and <BR>  suddenly Prue enumerated another worry&#58; But he might have a cold!)<BR>  That had been their morning. Truly, an unremarkable one. Prue <BR>  finished her granola, skimmed the comics, helped her dad ink in a <BR>  few gimmes in his crossword puzzle, and was off to hook up the red <BR>  Radio Flyer wagon to the back of her single-speed bicycle. An even <BR>  coat of gray remained in the sky, but it didn't seem to threaten rain, <BR>  so Prue stuffed Mac into a lined corduroy jumper, wrapped him in <BR>  a stratum of quilted chintz, and placed him, still babbling, into the <BR>  wagon. She loosed one arm from this cocoon of clothing and handed <BR>  him his favorite toy&#58; a wooden snake. He shook it appreciatively.<BR>  Prue slipped her black flats into the toe clips and pedaled the bike <BR>  into motion. The wagon bounced noisily behind her, Mac shrieking <BR>  happily with every jolt. They tore through the neighborhood of tidy <BR>  clapboard houses, Prue nearly upsetting Mac's wagon with every <BR>  hurdled curb and missed rain puddle. The bike tires gave a satisfied <BR>  shhhhhh as they carved the wet pavement. <BR>  The morning flew by, giving way to a warm afternoon. After <BR>  several random errands (a pair of Levis, not quite the right color, <BR>  needed returning; the recent arrivals bin at Vinyl Resting Place <BR>  required perusing; a plate of veggie tostadas was messily shared at <BR>  the taqueria), she found herself whiling time outside the coffee shop <BR>  on the main street while Mac quietly napped in the red wagon. She <BR>  sipped steamed milk and watched through the window as the cafe <BR>  employees awkwardly installed a secondhand elk head trophy on the <BR>  wall. Traffic hummed on Lombard Street, the first intrusions of the <BR>  neighborhood's polite rush hour. A few passersby cooed at the sleeping<BR>  baby in the wagon and Prue flashed them sarcastic smiles, a little <BR>  annoyed to be someone's picture of sibling camaraderie. She doodled <BR>  mindlessly in her sketchbook&#58; the leaf-clogged gutter drain in front <BR>  of the cafe, a hazy sketch of Mac's quiet face with extra attention <BR>  paid to the little dribble of snot emerging from his left nostril. The <BR>  afternoon began to fade. Mac, waking, shook her from her trance. <BR>  \\\"Right,\\\" she said, putting her brother on her knee while he rubbed <BR>  the sleep from his eyes. \\\"Let's keep moving. Library?\\\" Mac pouted, <BR>  uncomprehending.<BR>  \\\"Library it is,\\\" said Prue.<BR>  She skidded to a halt in front of the St. Johns branch library and <BR>  vaulted from her bike seat. \\\"Don't go anywhere,\\\" she said to Mac as <BR>  she grabbed the short stack of books from the wagon. She jogged into <BR>  the foyer and stood before the book return slot, shuffling the books <BR>  in her hand. She stopped at one, The Sibley Guide to Birds, and sighed. <BR>  She'd had it for nearly three months now, braving overdue notices <BR>  and threatening notes from librarians before she'd finally consented <BR>  to return it. Prue mournfully flipped through the pages of the book. <BR>  She'd spent hours copying the beautiful illustrations of the birds into <BR>  her sketchbook, whispering their fantastic, exotic names like quiet <BR>  incantations&#58; the western tanager. The whip-poor-will. Vaux's swift. <BR>  The names conjured the images of lofty climes and faraway places, <BR>  of quiet prairie dawns and misty treetop aeries. Her gaze drifted from <BR>  the book to the darkness of the return slot and back. She winced, <BR>  muttered, \\\"Oh well,\\\" and shoved the book into the opening of her <BR>  pea coat. She would brave the librarians' wrath for one more week. <BR>  Outside, an old woman had stopped in front of the wagon and was <BR>  busy searching around for its owner, her brow furrowed. Mac was <BR>  contentedly chewing on the head of his wooden snake. Prue rolled <BR>  her eyes, took a deep breath, and threw open the doors of the library. <BR>  When the woman saw Prue, she began to wave a knobby finger in her <BR>  direction, stammering, \\\"E-excuse me, miss! This is very unsafe! To <BR>  leave a child! Alone! Do his parents know how he is being cared for?\\\"<BR>  \\\"What, him?\\\" asked Prue as she climbed back on to the bike. <BR>  \\\"Poor thing, doesn't have parents. I found him in the free book pile.\\\" <BR>  She smiled widely and pushed the bike away from the curb back onto <BR>  the street.<BR>  The playground was empty when they arrived, and Prue unrolled <BR>  Mac from his swaddling and set him alongside the unhitched Radio <BR>  Flyer. He was just beginning to walk and relished the opportunity to <BR>  practice his balancing. He gurgled and smiled and carefully waddled <BR>  beside the wagon, pushing it slowly across the playground's asphalt. <BR>  \\\"Knock yourself out,\\\" said Prue, and she pulled the copy of The Sibley<BR>  Guide to Birds from her coat, opening it to a dog-eared page about <BR>  meadowlarks. The shadows against the blacktop were growing longer<BR>  as the late afternoon gave way to early evening.<BR>  That was when she first noticed the crows.<BR>  At first there were just a few, wheeling in concentric circles against <BR>  the overcast sky. They caught Prue's attention, darting about in her <BR>  periphery, and she glanced up at them. Corvus brachyrhynchos; she'd <BR>  just been reading about them the night before. Even from a distance, <BR>  Prue was astounded by their size and the power of their every wing <BR>  stroke. A few more flew into the group and there were now several, <BR>  wheeling and diving above the quiet playground. A flock? thought <BR>  Prue. A swarm? She flipped through the pages of Sibley to the back <BR>  where there was an index of fanciful terms for the grouping of birds&#58; <BR>  a sedge of herons, a fall of woodcock, and&#58; a murder of crows. She <BR>  shivered. Looking back up, she was startled to see that this murder <BR>  of crows had grown considerably. There were now dozens of birds, <BR>  each of the blackest pitch, piercing cold empty holes in the widening <BR>  sky. She looked over at Mac. He was now yards away, blithely <BR>  toddling along the blacktop. She felt unnerved. \\\"Hey, Mac!\\\" she called. <BR>  \\\"Where ya going?\\\"<BR>  There was a sudden rush of wind, and she looked up in the sky and <BR>  was horrified to see that the group of crows had grown twenty-fold. <BR>  The individual birds were now indiscernible from the mass, and the <BR>  murder coalesced into a single, convulsive shape, blotting out the flat <BR>  light of the afternoon sun. The shape swung and bowed in the air, and <BR>  the noise of their beating wings and screeching cries became almost <BR>  deafening. Prue cast about, seeing if anyone else was witnessing this <BR>  bizarre event, but she was terrified to find that she was alone.<BR>  And then the crows dove.<BR>  Their cry became a single, unified scream as the cloud of crows <BR>  feinted skyward before diving at a ferocious speed toward her baby <BR>  brother. Mac gave a terrific squeal as the first crow reached him, <BR>  snagging the hood of his jumper in a quick flourish of a talon. A <BR>  second took hold of a sleeve, a third grabbing the shoulder. A fourth, <BR>  a fifth touched down, until the swarm surrounded and obscured the <BR>  view of his body in a sea of flashing, feathery blackness. And then, <BR>  with seemingly perfect ease, Mac was lifted from the ground and into <BR>  the air.<BR>  Prue was paralyzed with shock and disbelief&#58; How were they doing <BR>  this? She found that her legs felt like they were made of cement, her <BR>  mouth empty of anything that might draw forth words or a sound. <BR>  Her entire placid, predictable life now seemed to hinge on this one <BR>  single event, everything she'd ever felt or believed coming into <BR>  terrible relief. Nothing her parents had told her, nothing she'd ever <BR>  learned in school, could possibly have prepared her for this thing that <BR>  was happening. Or, really, what was to follow.<BR>  \\\"LET MY BROTHER GO!\\\"<BR>  Waking from her reverie, Prue found she <BR>  was standing on top of the bench, shaking <BR>  her fist at the crows like an ineffectual comic<BR>  book bystander, cursing some super villain for the <BR>  theft of a purse. The crows were quickly gaining <BR>  altitude; they now topped the highest branches of <BR>  the poplars. Mac could barely be seen amid <BR>  the black, winged swarm. Prue jumped <BR>  down from the bench and grabbed a rock <BR>  from the pavement. Taking quick aim, she <BR>  threw the rock as hard as she could but <BR>  groaned to see it fall well short of its target. <BR>  The crows were completely unfazed. They <BR>  were now well above the tallest trees in the <BR>  neighborhood and climbing, the highest fliers <BR>  growing hazy in the low-hanging clouds. The <BR>  dark mass moved in an almost lazy pattern, stalling<BR>  in motion before suddenly breaking in one direction <BR>  and the next. Suddenly, the curtain of their bodies <BR>  parted and Prue could see the distant beige shape <BR>  of Mac, his cord jumper pulled into a grotesque rag-doll shape by <BR>  the crows' talons. She could see one crow had a claw tangled in the <BR>  fine down of his hair. Now the swarm seemed to split in two groups&#58; <BR>  One stayed surrounding the few crows who were carrying Mac while <BR>  the other dove away and skirted the treetops. Suddenly, two of the <BR>  crows let go of Mac's jumper, and the remaining birds scrambled to <BR>  keep hold. Prue shrieked as she saw her brother slip from their claws <BR>  and plummet. But before Mac even neared the ground, the second <BR>  group of crows deftly flew in and he was caught, lost again into the <BR>  cloud of squawking birds. The two groups reunited, wheeled in the <BR>  air once more, and suddenly, violently, shot westward, away from <BR>  the playground.<BR>  Determined to do something, Prue dashed to her bike, jumped <BR>  on, and gave pursuit. Unencumbered by Mac's red wagon, the bike <BR>  quickly gained speed and Prue darted out into the street. Two cars <BR>  skidded to a stop in front of her as she crossed the intersection in front <BR>  of the library; somebody yelled, \\\"Watch it!\\\" from the sidewalk. Prue <BR>  did not dare take her eyes off the swimming, spinning crows in the <BR>  distance. <BR>  Her legs a blue blur over the pedals, Prue blew the stop sign at <BR>  Richmond and Ivanhoe, inciting an angered holler from a bystander. <BR>  She then skidded through the turn southward on Willamette. The <BR>  crows, unhampered by the neighborhood's grid of houses, lawns, <BR>  streets, and stoplights, made quick time over the landscape, and Prue <BR>  commanded her legs to pedal faster to keep pace. In the chase, she <BR>  could swear that the crows were toying with her, cutting back toward <BR>  her, diving low and skirting the roofs of the houses, only to carve a <BR>  great arc and, with a push of speed, dart back to the west. In these <BR>  moments Prue could catch glimpse of her captive brother, swinging <BR>  in the clutches of his captors, and then he would disappear again, lost <BR>  in the whirlwind of feathers. <BR>  \\\"I'm coming for you, Mac!\\\" she yelled. Tears streamed down <BR>  Prue's cheeks, but she couldn't tell if she'd cried them or if they were <BR>  a product of the cold fall air that whipped at her face as she rode. Her <BR>  heart was beating madly in her chest, but her emotions were staid; she <BR>  still couldn't quite believe this was all happening. Her only thought <BR>  was to retrieve her brother. She swore that she would never let him <BR>  out of her sight again. <BR>  <p>  <p>  <i>(Continues...)</i>  <p>     <br> <blockquote><hr noshade size='1'></hr><font size='-2'> Excerpted from <b>Wildwood</b> by <b>Colin Meloy</b>  Copyright &copy; 2011   by Colin Meloy.   Excerpted by permission of Balzer & Bray. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.<br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. </font><hr noshade size='1'></hr></blockquote></body></html>\"},{\"id\":\"135600883T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>WILDWOOD is a beautiful object and a beautiful read. One half fairy tale, one half coming of age story, one half unrepentantly gorgeous work of art, this book is overflowing with gifts. - <b><i>Jonathan Safran Foer</i></b></p><p>Dark and whimsical, with a true and uncanny sense of otherworldliness, WILDWOOD is the heir to a great tradition of stories of wild childhood adventure. It snatched me up and carried me off into a world I didn’t want to leave. - <b><i>Michael Chabon</i></b></p><p>A satisfying blend of fantasy, adventure story, eco-fable and political satire with broad appeal; especially recommended for preteen boys. - <b><i>Kirkus Reviews</i></b></p><p>If you like stories in which spunky adolescents emerge from secret tunnels only to be greeted by smartly outfitted badgers operating rickshaws, this is a book for you. Meloy’s debut is the kind of delicate, elaborate fantasy that is so well-versed in classic Narnian tropes that it is destined to be enthusiastically embraced. 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With a new Afterword covering her trial and sentencing, bringing the story to a close.“Chilling ... Reads like a thriller ... Carreyrou tells [the Theranos story] virtually to perfection.” —The New York Times Book ReviewIn 2014, Theranos founder and CEO Elizabeth Holmes was widely seen as the next Steve Jobs: a brilliant Stanford dropout whose startup “unicorn” promised to revolutionize the medical industry with its breakthrough device, which performed the whole range of laboratory tests from a single drop of blood. Backed by investors such as Larry Ellison and Tim Draper, Theranos sold shares in a fundraising round that valued the company at more than $9 billion, putting Holmes’s worth at an estimated $4.5 billion. There was just one problem: The technology didn’t work. Erroneous results put patients in danger, leading to misdiagnoses and unnecessary treatments. 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No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. <br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. <br></font><hr noshade size='1'></blockquote>\"},{\"id\":\"118798693T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>Prologue</b><br/><br/><i>November 17, 2006</i><br/><br/><br/>Tim Kemp had good news for his team.<br/><br/>The former IBM executive was in charge of bioinformatics at Theranos, a startup with a cutting-edge blood-testing system. The company had just completed its first big live demonstration for a pharmaceutical company. Elizabeth Holmes, Theranos’s twenty-two-year-old founder, had flown to Switzerland and shown off the system’s capabilities to executives at Novartis, the European drug giant.<br/><br/> “Elizabeth called me this morning,” Kemp wrote in an email to his fifteen-person team. “She expressed her thanks and said that, ‘it was perfect!’ She specifically asked me to thank you and let you all know her appreciation. She additionally mentioned that Novartis was so impressed that they have asked for a proposal and have expressed interest in a financial arrangement for a project. We did what we came to do!”<br/><br/> This was a pivotal moment for Theranos. The three-year-old startup had progressed from an ambitious idea Holmes had dreamed up in her Stanford dorm room to an actual product a huge multinational corporation was interested in using.<br/><br/>Word of the demo’s success made its way upstairs to the second floor, where senior executives’ offices were located.<br/><br/> One of those executives was Henry Mosley, Theranos’s chief financial officer. Mosley had joined Theranos eight months earlier, in March 2006. A rumpled dresser with piercing green eyes and a laid-back personality, he was a veteran of Silicon Valley’s technology scene. After growing up in the Washington, D.C. area and getting his MBA at the University of Utah, he’d come out to California in the late 1970s and never left. His first job was at chipmaker Intel, one of the Valley’s pioneers. He’d later gone on to run the finance departments of four different tech companies, taking two of them public. Theranos was far from his first rodeo.<br/><br/> What had drawn Mosley to Theranos was the talent and experience gathered around Elizabeth. She might be young, but she was surrounded by an all-star cast. The chairman of her board was Donald L. Lucas, the venture capitalist who had groomed billionaire software entrepreneur Larry Ellison and helped him take Oracle Corporation public in the mid-1980s. Lucas and Ellison had both put some of their own money into Theranos.<br/><br/> Another board member with a sterling reputation was Channing Robertson, the associate dean of Stanford’s School of Engineering. Robertson was one of the stars of the Stanford faculty. His expert testimony about the addictive properties of cigarettes had forced the tobacco industry to enter into a landmark $6.5 billion settlement with the state of Minnesota in the late 1990s. Based on the few interactions Mosley had had with him, it was clear Robertson thought the world of Elizabeth.<br/><br/> Theranos also had a strong management team. Kemp had spent thirty years at IBM. Diane Parks, Theranos’s chief commercial officer, had twenty-five years of experience at pharmaceutical and biotechnology companies. John Howard, the senior vice president for products, had overseen Panasonic’s chip-making subsidiary. It wasn’t often that you found executives of that caliber at a small startup.<br/><br/> It wasn’t just the board and the executive team that had sold Mosley on Theranos, though. The market it was going after was huge. Pharmaceutical companies spent tens of billions of dollars on clinical trials to test new drugs each year. If Theranos could make itself indispensable to them and capture a fraction of that spending, it could make a killing.<br/><br/>Elizabeth had asked him to put together some financial projections she could show investors. The first set of numbers he’d come up with hadn’t been to her liking, so he’d revised them upward. He was a little uncomfortable with the revised numbers, but he figured they were in the realm of the plausible if the company executed perfectly. Besides, the venture capitalists startups courted for funding knew that startup founders overstated these forecasts. It was part of the game. VCs even had a term for it: the hockey-stick forecast. It showed revenue stagnating for a few years and then magically shooting up in a straight line.<br/><br/> The one thing Mosley wasn’t sure he completely understood was how the Theranos technology worked. When prospective investors came by, he took them to see Shaunak Roy, Theranos’s cofounder. Shaunak had a Ph.D. in chemical engineering. He and Elizabeth had worked together in Robertson’s research lab at Stanford.<br/><br/> Shaunak would prick his finger and milk a few drops of blood from it. Then he would transfer the blood to a white plastic cartridge the size of a credit card. The cartridge would slot into a rectangular box the size of a toaster. The box was called a reader. It extracted a data signal from the cartridge and beamed it wirelessly to a server that analyzed the data and beamed back a result. That was the gist of it.<br/><br/> When Shaunak demonstrated the system to investors, he pointed them to a computer screen that showed the blood flowing through the cartridge inside the reader. Mosley didn’t really grasp the physics or chemistries at play. But that wasn’t his role. He was the finance guy. As long as the system showed a result, he was happy. And it always did.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Elizabeth was back from Switzerland a few days later. She sauntered around with a smile on her face, more evidence that the trip had gone well, Mosley figured. Not that that was unusual. Elizabeth was often upbeat. She had an entrepreneur’s boundless optimism. She liked to use the term “<i>extra</i>-ordinary,” with “extra” written in italics and a hyphen for emphasis, to describe the Theranos mission in her emails to staff. It was a bit over the top, but she seemed sincere and Mosley knew that evangelizing was what successful startup founders did in Silicon Valley. You didn’t change the world by being cynical.<br/><br/>What was odd, though, was that the handful of colleagues who’d accompanied Elizabeth on the trip didn’t seem to share her enthusiasm. Some of them looked outright downcast.<br/><br/> Did someone’s puppy get run over? Mosley wondered half jokingly. He wandered downstairs, where most of the company’s sixty employees sat in clusters of cubicles, and looked for Shaunak. Surely Shaunak would know if there was any problem he hadn’t been told about.<br/><br/> At first, Shaunak professed not to know anything. But Mosley sensed he was holding back and kept pressing him. Shaunak gradually let down his guard and allowed that the Theranos 1.0, as Elizabeth had christened the blood-testing system, didn’t always work. It was kind of a crapshoot, actually, he said. Sometimes you could coax a result from it and sometimes you couldn’t.<br/><br/> This was news to Mosley. He thought the system was reliable. Didn’t it always seem to work when investors came to view it?<br/><br/> Well, there was a reason it always <i>seemed </i>to work, Shaunak said. The image on the computer screen showing the blood flowing through the cartridge and settling into the little wells was real. But you never knew whether you were going to get a result or not. So they’d recorded a result from one of the times it worked. It was that recorded result that was displayed at the end of each demo.<br/><br/> Mosley was stunned. He thought the results were extracted in real time from the blood inside the cartridge. That was certainly what the investors he brought by were led to believe. What Shaunak had just described sounded like a sham. It was OK to be optimistic and aspirational when you pitched investors, but there was a line not to cross. And this, in Mosley’s view, crossed it.<br/><br/> So, what exactly had happened with Novartis? Mosley couldn’t get a straight answer from anyone, but he now suspected some similar sleight of hand. And he was right. One of the two readers Elizabeth took to Switzerland had malfunctioned when they got there. The employees she brought with her had stayed up all night trying to get it to work. To mask the problem during the demo the next morning, Tim Kemp’s team in California had beamed over a fake result.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Mosley had a weekly meeting with Elizabeth scheduled for that afternoon. When he entered her office, he was immediately reminded of her charisma. She had the presence of someone much older than she was. The way she trained her big blue eyes on you without blinking made you feel like the center of the world. It was almost hypnotic. Her voice added to the mesmerizing effect: she spoke in an unusually deep baritone.<br/><br/>Mosley decided to let the meeting run its natural course before bringing up his concerns. Theranos had just closed its third round of funding. By any measure, it was a resounding success: the company had raised another $32 million from investors, on top of the $15 million raised in its first two funding rounds. The most impressive number was its new valuation: <i>one hundred and sixty-five million dollars</i>. There weren’t many three-year-old startups that could say they were worth that much.<br/><br/> One big reason for the rich valuation was the agreements Theranos told investors it had reached with pharmaceutical partners. A slide deck listed six deals with five companies that would generate revenues of $120 million to $300 million over the next eighteen months. It listed another fifteen deals under negotiation. If those came to fruition, revenues could eventually reach $1.5 billion, according to the PowerPoint presentation.<br/><br/>The pharmaceutical companies were going to use Theranos’s blood-testing system to monitor patients’ response to new drugs. The cartridges and readers would be placed in patients’ homes during clinical trials. Patients would prick their fingers several times a day and the readers would beam their blood-test results to the trial’s sponsor. If the results indicated a bad reaction to the drug, the drug’s maker would be able to lower the dosage immediately rather than wait until the end of the trial. This would reduce pharmaceutical companies’ research costs by as much as 30 percent. Or so the slide deck said.<br/><br/>Mosley’s unease with all these claims had grown since that morning’s discovery. For one thing, in his eight months at Theranos, he’d never laid eyes on the pharmaceutical contracts. Every time he inquired about them, he was told they were “under legal review.” More important, he’d agreed to those ambitious revenue forecasts because he thought the Theranos system worked reliably.<br/><br/>If Elizabeth shared any of these misgivings, she showed no signs of it. She was the picture of a relaxed and happy leader. The new valuation, in particular, was a source of great pride. New directors might join the board to reflect the growing roster of investors, she told him. <br/><br/>Mosley saw an opening to broach the trip to Switzerland and the office rumors that something had gone wrong. When he did, Elizabeth admitted that there had been a problem, but she shrugged it off. It would easily be fixed, she said.<br/><br/> Mosley was dubious given what he now knew. He brought up what Shaunak had told him about the investor demos. They should stop doing them if they weren’t completely real, he said. “We’ve been fooling investors. We can’t keep doing that.”<br/><br/>Elizabeth’s expression suddenly changed. Her cheerful demeanor of just moments ago vanished and gave way to a mask of hostility. It was like a switch had been flipped. She leveled a cold stare at her chief financial officer.<br/><br/> “Henry, you’re not a team player,” she said in an icy tone. “I think you should leave right now.”<br/><br/> There was no mistaking what had just happened. Elizabeth wasn’t merely asking him to get out of her office. She was telling him to leave the company—immediately. Mosley had just been fired.\"},{\"id\":\"133546734T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<b>Prologue</b><br/><br/><i>November 17, 2006</i><br/><br/><br/>Tim Kemp had good news for his team.<br/><br/>The former IBM executive was in charge of bioinformatics at Theranos, a startup with a cutting-edge blood-testing system. The company had just completed its first big live demonstration for a pharmaceutical company. Elizabeth Holmes, Theranos's twenty-two-year-old founder, had flown to Switzerland and shown off the system's capabilities to executives at Novartis, the European drug giant.<br/><br/> \\\"Elizabeth called me this morning,\\\" Kemp wrote in an email to his fifteen-person team. \\\"She expressed her thanks and said that, 'it was perfect!' She specifically asked me to thank you and let you all know her appreciation. She additionally mentioned that Novartis was so impressed that they have asked for a proposal and have expressed interest in a financial arrangement for a project. We did what we came to do!\\\"<br/><br/> This was a pivotal moment for Theranos. The three-year-old startup had progressed from an ambitious idea Holmes had dreamed up in her Stanford dorm room to an actual product a huge multinational corporation was interested in using.<br/><br/>Word of the demo's success made its way upstairs to the second floor, where senior executives' offices were located.<br/><br/> One of those executives was Henry Mosley, Theranos's chief financial officer. Mosley had joined Theranos eight months earlier, in March 2006. A rumpled dresser with piercing green eyes and a laid-back personality, he was a veteran of Silicon Valley's technology scene. After growing up in the Washington, D.C. area and getting his MBA at the University of Utah, he'd come out to California in the late 1970s and never left. His first job was at chipmaker Intel, one of the Valley's pioneers. He'd later gone on to run the finance departments of four different tech companies, taking two of them public. Theranos was far from his first rodeo.<br/><br/> What had drawn Mosley to Theranos was the talent and experience gathered around Elizabeth. She might be young, but she was surrounded by an all-star cast. The chairman of her board was Donald L. Lucas, the venture capitalist who had groomed billionaire software entrepreneur Larry Ellison and helped him take Oracle Corporation public in the mid-1980s. Lucas and Ellison had both put some of their own money into Theranos.<br/><br/> Another board member with a sterling reputation was Channing Robertson, the associate dean of Stanford's School of Engineering. Robertson was one of the stars of the Stanford faculty. His expert testimony about the addictive properties of cigarettes had forced the tobacco industry to enter into a landmark $6.5 billion settlement with the state of Minnesota in the late 1990s. Based on the few interactions Mosley had had with him, it was clear Robertson thought the world of Elizabeth.<br/><br/> Theranos also had a strong management team. Kemp had spent thirty years at IBM. Diane Parks, Theranos's chief commercial officer, had twenty-five years of experience at pharmaceutical and biotechnology companies. John Howard, the senior vice president for products, had overseen Panasonic's chip-making subsidiary. It wasn't often that you found executives of that caliber at a small startup.<br/><br/> It wasn't just the board and the executive team that had sold Mosley on Theranos, though. The market it was going after was huge. Pharmaceutical companies spent tens of billions of dollars on clinical trials to test new drugs each year. If Theranos could make itself indispensable to them and capture a fraction of that spending, it could make a killing.<br/><br/>Elizabeth had asked him to put together some financial projections she could show investors. The first set of numbers he'd come up with hadn't been to her liking, so he'd revised them upward. He was a little uncomfortable with the revised numbers, but he figured they were in the realm of the plausible if the company executed perfectly. Besides, the venture capitalists startups courted for funding knew that startup founders overstated these forecasts. It was part of the game. VCs even had a term for it: the hockey-stick forecast. It showed revenue stagnating for a few years and then magically shooting up in a straight line.<br/><br/> The one thing Mosley wasn't sure he completely understood was how the Theranos technology worked. When prospective investors came by, he took them to see Shaunak Roy, Theranos's cofounder. Shaunak had a Ph.D. in chemical engineering. He and Elizabeth had worked together in Robertson's research lab at Stanford.<br/><br/> Shaunak would prick his finger and milk a few drops of blood from it. Then he would transfer the blood to a white plastic cartridge the size of a credit card. The cartridge would slot into a rectangular box the size of a toaster. The box was called a reader. It extracted a data signal from the cartridge and beamed it wirelessly to a server that analyzed the data and beamed back a result. That was the gist of it.<br/><br/> When Shaunak demonstrated the system to investors, he pointed them to a computer screen that showed the blood flowing through the cartridge inside the reader. Mosley didn't really grasp the physics or chemistries at play. But that wasn't his role. He was the finance guy. As long as the system showed a result, he was happy. And it always did.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Elizabeth was back from Switzerland a few days later. She sauntered around with a smile on her face, more evidence that the trip had gone well, Mosley figured. Not that that was unusual. Elizabeth was often upbeat. She had an entrepreneur's boundless optimism. She liked to use the term \\\"<i>extra</i>-ordinary,\\\" with \\\"extra\\\" written in italics and a hyphen for emphasis, to describe the Theranos mission in her emails to staff. It was a bit over the top, but she seemed sincere and Mosley knew that evangelizing was what successful startup founders did in Silicon Valley. You didn't change the world by being cynical.<br/><br/>What was odd, though, was that the handful of colleagues who'd accompanied Elizabeth on the trip didn't seem to share her enthusiasm. Some of them looked outright downcast.<br/><br/> Did someone's puppy get run over? Mosley wondered half jokingly. He wandered downstairs, where most of the company's sixty employees sat in clusters of cubicles, and looked for Shaunak. Surely Shaunak would know if there was any problem he hadn't been told about.<br/><br/> At first, Shaunak professed not to know anything. But Mosley sensed he was holding back and kept pressing him. Shaunak gradually let down his guard and allowed that the Theranos 1.0, as Elizabeth had christened the blood-testing system, didn't always work. It was kind of a crapshoot, actually, he said. Sometimes you could coax a result from it and sometimes you couldn't.<br/><br/> This was news to Mosley. He thought the system was reliable. Didn't it always seem to work when investors came to view it?<br/><br/> Well, there was a reason it always <i>seemed </i>to work, Shaunak said. The image on the computer screen showing the blood flowing through the cartridge and settling into the little wells was real. But you never knew whether you were going to get a result or not. So they'd recorded a result from one of the times it worked. It was that recorded result that was displayed at the end of each demo.<br/><br/> Mosley was stunned. He thought the results were extracted in real time from the blood inside the cartridge. That was certainly what the investors he brought by were led to believe. What Shaunak had just described sounded like a sham. It was OK to be optimistic and aspirational when you pitched investors, but there was a line not to cross. And this, in Mosley's view, crossed it.<br/><br/> So, what exactly had happened with Novartis? Mosley couldn't get a straight answer from anyone, but he now suspected some similar sleight of hand. And he was right. One of the two readers Elizabeth took to Switzerland had malfunctioned when they got there. The employees she brought with her had stayed up all night trying to get it to work. To mask the problem during the demo the next morning, Tim Kemp's team in California had beamed over a fake result.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Mosley had a weekly meeting with Elizabeth scheduled for that afternoon. When he entered her office, he was immediately reminded of her charisma. She had the presence of someone much older than she was. The way she trained her big blue eyes on you without blinking made you feel like the center of the world. It was almost hypnotic. Her voice added to the mesmerizing effect: she spoke in an unusually deep baritone.<br/><br/>Mosley decided to let the meeting run its natural course before bringing up his concerns. Theranos had just closed its third round of funding. By any measure, it was a resounding success: the company had raised another $32 million from investors, on top of the $15 million raised in its first two funding rounds. The most impressive number was its new valuation: <i>one hundred and sixty-five million dollars</i>. There weren't many three-year-old startups that could say they were worth that much.<br/><br/> One big reason for the rich valuation was the agreements Theranos told investors it had reached with pharmaceutical partners. A slide deck listed six deals with five companies that would generate revenues of $120 million to $300 million over the next eighteen months. It listed another fifteen deals under negotiation. If those came to fruition, revenues could eventually reach $1.5 billion, according to the PowerPoint presentation.<br/><br/>The pharmaceutical companies were going to use Theranos's blood-testing system to monitor patients' response to new drugs. The cartridges and readers would be placed in patients' homes during clinical trials. Patients would prick their fingers several times a day and the readers would beam their blood-test results to the trial's sponsor. If the results indicated a bad reaction to the drug, the drug's maker would be able to lower the dosage immediately rather than wait until the end of the trial. This would reduce pharmaceutical companies' research costs by as much as 30 percent. Or so the slide deck said.<br/><br/>Mosley's unease with all these claims had grown since that morning's discovery. For one thing, in his eight months at Theranos, he'd never laid eyes on the pharmaceutical contracts. Every time he inquired about them, he was told they were \\\"under legal review.\\\" More important, he'd agreed to those ambitious revenue forecasts because he thought the Theranos system worked reliably.<br/><br/>If Elizabeth shared any of these misgivings, she showed no signs of it. She was the picture of a relaxed and happy leader. The new valuation, in particular, was a source of great pride. New directors might join the board to reflect the growing roster of investors, she told him. <br/><br/>Mosley saw an opening to broach the trip to Switzerland and the office rumors that something had gone wrong. When he did, Elizabeth admitted that there had been a problem, but she shrugged it off. It would easily be fixed, she said.<br/><br/> Mosley was dubious given what he now knew. He brought up what Shaunak had told him about the investor demos. They should stop doing them if they weren't completely real, he said. \\\"We've been fooling investors. We can't keep doing that.\\\"<br/><br/>Elizabeth's expression suddenly changed. Her cheerful demeanor of just moments ago vanished and gave way to a mask of hostility. It was like a switch had been flipped. She leveled a cold stare at her chief financial officer.<br/><br/> \\\"Henry, you're not a team player,\\\" she said in an icy tone. \\\"I think you should leave right now.\\\"<br/><br/> There was no mistaking what had just happened. Elizabeth wasn't merely asking him to get out of her office. She was telling him to leave the company-immediately. Mosley had just been fired.\"},{\"id\":\"67042877T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<b>Prologue</b><br><br><i>November 17, 2006</i><br><br><br>Tim Kemp had good news for his team.<br><br>The former IBM executive was in charge of bioinformatics at Theranos, a startup with a cutting-edge blood-testing system. The company had just completed its first big live demonstration for a pharmaceutical company. Elizabeth Holmes, Theranos&rsquo;s twenty-two-year-old founder, had flown to Switzerland and shown off the system&rsquo;s capabilities to executives at Novartis, the European drug giant.<br><br> &ldquo;Elizabeth called me this morning,&rdquo; Kemp wrote in an email to his fifteen-person team. &ldquo;She expressed her thanks and said that, &lsquo;it was perfect!&rsquo; She specifically asked me to thank you and let you all know her appreciation. She additionally mentioned that Novartis was so impressed that they have asked for a proposal and have expressed interest in a financial arrangement for a project. We did what we came to do!&rdquo;<br><br> This was a pivotal moment for Theranos. The three-year-old startup had progressed from an ambitious idea Holmes had dreamed up in her Stanford dorm room to an actual product a huge multinational corporation was interested in using.<br><br>Word of the demo&rsquo;s success made its way upstairs to the second floor, where senior executives&rsquo; offices were located.<br><br> One of those executives was Henry Mosley, Theranos&rsquo;s chief financial officer. Mosley had joined Theranos eight months earlier, in March 2006. A rumpled dresser with piercing green eyes and a laid-back personality, he was a veteran of Silicon Valley&rsquo;s technology scene. After growing up in the Washington, D.C. area and getting his MBA at the University of Utah, he&rsquo;d come out to California in the late 1970s and never left. His first job was at chipmaker Intel, one of the Valley&rsquo;s pioneers. He&rsquo;d later gone on to run the finance departments of four different tech companies, taking two of them public. Theranos was far from his first rodeo.<br><br> What had drawn Mosley to Theranos was the talent and experience gathered around Elizabeth. She might be young, but she was surrounded by an all-star cast. The chairman of her board was Donald L. Lucas, the venture capitalist who had groomed billionaire software entrepreneur Larry Ellison and helped him take Oracle Corporation public in the mid-1980s. Lucas and Ellison had both put some of their own money into Theranos.<br><br> Another board member with a sterling reputation was Channing Robertson, the associate dean of Stanford&rsquo;s School of Engineering. Robertson was one of the stars of the Stanford faculty. His expert testimony about the addictive properties of cigarettes had forced the tobacco industry to enter into a landmark $6.5 billion settlement with the state of Minnesota in the late 1990s. Based on the few interactions Mosley had had with him, it was clear Robertson thought the world of Elizabeth.<br><br> Theranos also had a strong management team. Kemp had spent thirty years at IBM. Diane Parks, Theranos&rsquo;s chief commercial officer, had twenty-five years of experience at pharmaceutical and biotechnology companies. John Howard, the senior vice president for products, had overseen Panasonic&rsquo;s chip-making subsidiary. It wasn&rsquo;t often that you found executives of that caliber at a small startup.<br><br> It wasn&rsquo;t just the board and the executive team that had sold Mosley on Theranos, though. The market it was going after was huge. Pharmaceutical companies spent tens of billions of dollars on clinical trials to test new drugs each year. If Theranos could make itself indispensable to them and capture a fraction of that spending, it could make a killing.<br><br>Elizabeth had asked him to put together some financial projections she could show investors. The first set of numbers he&rsquo;d come up with hadn&rsquo;t been to her liking, so he&rsquo;d revised them upward. He was a little uncomfortable with the revised numbers, but he figured they were in the realm of the plausible if the company executed perfectly. Besides, the venture capitalists startups courted for funding knew that startup founders overstated these forecasts. It was part of the game. VCs even had a term for it&#58; the hockey-stick forecast. It showed revenue stagnating for a few years and then magically shooting up in a straight line.<br><br> The one thing Mosley wasn&rsquo;t sure he completely understood was how the Theranos technology worked. When prospective investors came by, he took them to see Shaunak Roy, Theranos&rsquo;s cofounder. Shaunak had a Ph.D. in chemical engineering. He and Elizabeth had worked together in Robertson&rsquo;s research lab at Stanford.<br><br> Shaunak would prick his finger and milk a few drops of blood from it. Then he would transfer the blood to a white plastic cartridge the size of a credit card. The cartridge would slot into a rectangular box the size of a toaster. The box was called a reader. It extracted a data signal from the cartridge and beamed it wirelessly to a server that analyzed the data and beamed back a result. That was the gist of it.<br><br> When Shaunak demonstrated the system to investors, he pointed them to a computer screen that showed the blood flowing through the cartridge inside the reader. Mosley didn&rsquo;t really grasp the physics or chemistries at play. But that wasn&rsquo;t his role. He was the finance guy. As long as the system showed a result, he was happy. And it always did.<br><br>***<br><br>Elizabeth was back from Switzerland a few days later. She sauntered around with a smile on her face, more evidence that the trip had gone well, Mosley figured. Not that that was unusual. Elizabeth was often upbeat. She had an entrepreneur&rsquo;s boundless optimism. She liked to use the term &ldquo;<i>extra</i>-ordinary,&rdquo; with &ldquo;extra&rdquo; written in italics and a hyphen for emphasis, to describe the Theranos mission in her emails to staff. It was a bit over the top, but she seemed sincere and Mosley knew that evangelizing was what successful startup founders did in Silicon Valley. You didn&rsquo;t change the world by being cynical.<br><br>What was odd, though, was that the handful of colleagues who&rsquo;d accompanied Elizabeth on the trip didn&rsquo;t seem to share her enthusiasm. Some of them looked outright downcast.<br><br> Did someone&rsquo;s puppy get run over? Mosley wondered half jokingly. He wandered downstairs, where most of the company&rsquo;s sixty employees sat in clusters of cubicles, and looked for Shaunak. Surely Shaunak would know if there was any problem he hadn&rsquo;t been told about.<br><br> At first, Shaunak professed not to know anything. But Mosley sensed he was holding back and kept pressing him. Shaunak gradually let down his guard and allowed that the Theranos 1.0, as Elizabeth had christened the blood-testing system, didn&rsquo;t always work. It was kind of a crapshoot, actually, he said. Sometimes you could coax a result from it and sometimes you couldn&rsquo;t.<br><br> This was news to Mosley. He thought the system was reliable. Didn&rsquo;t it always seem to work when investors came to view it?<br><br> Well, there was a reason it always <i>seemed </i>to work, Shaunak said. The image on the computer screen showing the blood flowing through the cartridge and settling into the little wells was real. But you never knew whether you were going to get a result or not. So they&rsquo;d recorded a result from one of the times it worked. It was that recorded result that was displayed at the end of each demo.<br><br> Mosley was stunned. He thought the results were extracted in real time from the blood inside the cartridge. That was certainly what the investors he brought by were led to believe. What Shaunak had just described sounded like a sham. It was OK to be optimistic and aspirational when you pitched investors, but there was a line not to cross. And this, in Mosley&rsquo;s view, crossed it.<br><br> So, what exactly had happened with Novartis? Mosley couldn&rsquo;t get a straight answer from anyone, but he now suspected some similar sleight of hand. And he was right. One of the two readers Elizabeth took to Switzerland had malfunctioned when they got there. The employees she brought with her had stayed up all night trying to get it to work. To mask the problem during the demo the next morning, Tim Kemp&rsquo;s team in California had beamed over a fake result.<br><br>***<br><br>Mosley had a weekly meeting with Elizabeth scheduled for that afternoon. When he entered her office, he was immediately reminded of her charisma. She had the presence of someone much older than she was. The way she trained her big blue eyes on you without blinking made you feel like the center of the world. It was almost hypnotic. Her voice added to the mesmerizing effect&#58; she spoke in an unusually deep baritone.<br><br>Mosley decided to let the meeting run its natural course before bringing up his concerns. Theranos had just closed its third round of funding. By any measure, it was a resounding success&#58; the company had raised another $32 million from investors, on top of the $15 million raised in its first two funding rounds. The most impressive number was its new valuation&#58; <i>one hundred and sixty-five million dollars</i>. There weren&rsquo;t many three-year-old startups that could say they were worth that much.<br><br> One big reason for the rich valuation was the agreements Theranos told investors it had reached with pharmaceutical partners. A slide deck listed six deals with five companies that would generate revenues of $120 million to $300 million over the next eighteen months. It listed another fifteen deals under negotiation. If those came to fruition, revenues could eventually reach $1.5 billion, according to the PowerPoint presentation.<br><br>The pharmaceutical companies were going to use Theranos&rsquo;s blood-testing system to monitor patients&rsquo; response to new drugs. The cartridges and readers would be placed in patients&rsquo; homes during clinical trials. Patients would prick their fingers several times a day and the readers would beam their blood-test results to the trial&rsquo;s sponsor. If the results indicated a bad reaction to the drug, the drug&rsquo;s maker would be able to lower the dosage immediately rather than wait until the end of the trial. This would reduce pharmaceutical companies&rsquo; research costs by as much as 30 percent. Or so the slide deck said.<br><br>Mosley&rsquo;s unease with all these claims had grown since that morning&rsquo;s discovery. For one thing, in his eight months at Theranos, he&rsquo;d never laid eyes on the pharmaceutical contracts. Every time he inquired about them, he was told they were &ldquo;under legal review.&rdquo; More important, he&rsquo;d agreed to those ambitious revenue forecasts because he thought the Theranos system worked reliably.<br><br>If Elizabeth shared any of these misgivings, she showed no signs of it. She was the picture of a relaxed and happy leader. The new valuation, in particular, was a source of great pride. New directors might join the board to reflect the growing roster of investors, she told him. <br><br>Mosley saw an opening to broach the trip to Switzerland and the office rumors that something had gone wrong. When he did, Elizabeth admitted that there had been a problem, but she shrugged it off. It would easily be fixed, she said.<br><br> Mosley was dubious given what he now knew. He brought up what Shaunak had told him about the investor demos. They should stop doing them if they weren&rsquo;t completely real, he said. &ldquo;We&rsquo;ve been fooling investors. We can&rsquo;t keep doing that.&rdquo;<br><br>Elizabeth&rsquo;s expression suddenly changed. Her cheerful demeanor of just moments ago vanished and gave way to a mask of hostility. It was like a switch had been flipped. She leveled a cold stare at her chief financial officer.<br><br> &ldquo;Henry, you&rsquo;re not a team player,&rdquo; she said in an icy tone. &ldquo;I think you should leave right now.&rdquo;<br><br> There was no mistaking what had just happened. Elizabeth wasn&rsquo;t merely asking him to get out of her office. She was telling him to leave the company&mdash;immediately. Mosley had just been fired.\"},{\"id\":\"56277108T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<b>Prologue</b><br><br><i>November 17, 2006</i><br><br><br>Tim Kemp had good news for his team.<br><br>The former IBM executive was in charge of bioinformatics at Theranos, a startup with a cutting-edge blood-testing system. The company had just completed its first big live demonstration for a pharmaceutical company. Elizabeth Holmes, Theranos&rsquo;s twenty-two-year-old founder, had flown to Switzerland and shown off the system&rsquo;s capabilities to executives at Novartis, the European drug giant.<br><br> &ldquo;Elizabeth called me this morning,&rdquo; Kemp wrote in an email to his fifteen-person team. &ldquo;She expressed her thanks and said that, &lsquo;it was perfect!&rsquo; She specifically asked me to thank you and let you all know her appreciation. She additionally mentioned that Novartis was so impressed that they have asked for a proposal and have expressed interest in a financial arrangement for a project. We did what we came to do!&rdquo;<br><br> This was a pivotal moment for Theranos. The three-year-old startup had progressed from an ambitious idea Holmes had dreamed up in her Stanford dorm room to an actual product a huge multinational corporation was interested in using.<br><br>Word of the demo&rsquo;s success made its way upstairs to the second floor, where senior executives&rsquo; offices were located.<br><br> One of those executives was Henry Mosley, Theranos&rsquo;s chief financial officer. Mosley had joined Theranos eight months earlier, in March 2006. A rumpled dresser with piercing green eyes and a laid-back personality, he was a veteran of Silicon Valley&rsquo;s technology scene. After growing up in the Washington, D.C. area and getting his MBA at the University of Utah, he&rsquo;d come out to California in the late 1970s and never left. His first job was at chipmaker Intel, one of the Valley&rsquo;s pioneers. He&rsquo;d later gone on to run the finance departments of four different tech companies, taking two of them public. Theranos was far from his first rodeo.<br><br> What had drawn Mosley to Theranos was the talent and experience gathered around Elizabeth. She might be young, but she was surrounded by an all-star cast. The chairman of her board was Donald L. Lucas, the venture capitalist who had groomed billionaire software entrepreneur Larry Ellison and helped him take Oracle Corporation public in the mid-1980s. Lucas and Ellison had both put some of their own money into Theranos.<br><br> Another board member with a sterling reputation was Channing Robertson, the associate dean of Stanford&rsquo;s School of Engineering. Robertson was one of the stars of the Stanford faculty. His expert testimony about the addictive properties of cigarettes had forced the tobacco industry to enter into a landmark $6.5 billion settlement with the state of Minnesota in the late 1990s. Based on the few interactions Mosley had had with him, it was clear Robertson thought the world of Elizabeth.<br><br> Theranos also had a strong management team. Kemp had spent thirty years at IBM. Diane Parks, Theranos&rsquo;s chief commercial officer, had twenty-five years of experience at pharmaceutical and biotechnology companies. John Howard, the senior vice president for products, had overseen Panasonic&rsquo;s chip-making subsidiary. It wasn&rsquo;t often that you found executives of that caliber at a small startup.<br><br> It wasn&rsquo;t just the board and the executive team that had sold Mosley on Theranos, though. The market it was going after was huge. Pharmaceutical companies spent tens of billions of dollars on clinical trials to test new drugs each year. If Theranos could make itself indispensable to them and capture a fraction of that spending, it could make a killing.<br><br>Elizabeth had asked him to put together some financial projections she could show investors. The first set of numbers he&rsquo;d come up with hadn&rsquo;t been to her liking, so he&rsquo;d revised them upward. He was a little uncomfortable with the revised numbers, but he figured they were in the realm of the plausible if the company executed perfectly. Besides, the venture capitalists startups courted for funding knew that startup founders overstated these forecasts. It was part of the game. VCs even had a term for it&#58; the hockey-stick forecast. It showed revenue stagnating for a few years and then magically shooting up in a straight line.<br><br> The one thing Mosley wasn&rsquo;t sure he completely understood was how the Theranos technology worked. When prospective investors came by, he took them to see Shaunak Roy, Theranos&rsquo;s cofounder. Shaunak had a Ph.D. in chemical engineering. He and Elizabeth had worked together in Robertson&rsquo;s research lab at Stanford.<br><br> Shaunak would prick his finger and milk a few drops of blood from it. Then he would transfer the blood to a white plastic cartridge the size of a credit card. The cartridge would slot into a rectangular box the size of a toaster. The box was called a reader. It extracted a data signal from the cartridge and beamed it wirelessly to a server that analyzed the data and beamed back a result. That was the gist of it.<br><br> When Shaunak demonstrated the system to investors, he pointed them to a computer screen that showed the blood flowing through the cartridge inside the reader. Mosley didn&rsquo;t really grasp the physics or chemistries at play. But that wasn&rsquo;t his role. He was the finance guy. As long as the system showed a result, he was happy. And it always did.<br><br>***<br><br>Elizabeth was back from Switzerland a few days later. She sauntered around with a smile on her face, more evidence that the trip had gone well, Mosley figured. Not that that was unusual. Elizabeth was often upbeat. She had an entrepreneur&rsquo;s boundless optimism. She liked to use the term &ldquo;<i>extra</i>-ordinary,&rdquo; with &ldquo;extra&rdquo; written in italics and a hyphen for emphasis, to describe the Theranos mission in her emails to staff. It was a bit over the top, but she seemed sincere and Mosley knew that evangelizing was what successful startup founders did in Silicon Valley. You didn&rsquo;t change the world by being cynical.<br><br>What was odd, though, was that the handful of colleagues who&rsquo;d accompanied Elizabeth on the trip didn&rsquo;t seem to share her enthusiasm. Some of them looked outright downcast.<br><br> Did someone&rsquo;s puppy get run over? Mosley wondered half jokingly. He wandered downstairs, where most of the company&rsquo;s sixty employees sat in clusters of cubicles, and looked for Shaunak. Surely Shaunak would know if there was any problem he hadn&rsquo;t been told about.<br><br> At first, Shaunak professed not to know anything. But Mosley sensed he was holding back and kept pressing him. Shaunak gradually let down his guard and allowed that the Theranos 1.0, as Elizabeth had christened the blood-testing system, didn&rsquo;t always work. It was kind of a crapshoot, actually, he said. Sometimes you could coax a result from it and sometimes you couldn&rsquo;t.<br><br> This was news to Mosley. He thought the system was reliable. Didn&rsquo;t it always seem to work when investors came to view it?<br><br> Well, there was a reason it always <i>seemed </i>to work, Shaunak said. The image on the computer screen showing the blood flowing through the cartridge and settling into the little wells was real. But you never knew whether you were going to get a result or not. So they&rsquo;d recorded a result from one of the times it worked. It was that recorded result that was displayed at the end of each demo.<br><br> Mosley was stunned. He thought the results were extracted in real time from the blood inside the cartridge. That was certainly what the investors he brought by were led to believe. What Shaunak had just described sounded like a sham. It was OK to be optimistic and aspirational when you pitched investors, but there was a line not to cross. And this, in Mosley&rsquo;s view, crossed it.<br><br> So, what exactly had happened with Novartis? Mosley couldn&rsquo;t get a straight answer from anyone, but he now suspected some similar sleight of hand. And he was right. One of the two readers Elizabeth took to Switzerland had malfunctioned when they got there. The employees she brought with her had stayed up all night trying to get it to work. To mask the problem during the demo the next morning, Tim Kemp&rsquo;s team in California had beamed over a fake result.<br><br>***<br><br>Mosley had a weekly meeting with Elizabeth scheduled for that afternoon. When he entered her office, he was immediately reminded of her charisma. She had the presence of someone much older than she was. The way she trained her big blue eyes on you without blinking made you feel like the center of the world. It was almost hypnotic. Her voice added to the mesmerizing effect&#58; she spoke in an unusually deep baritone.<br><br>Mosley decided to let the meeting run its natural course before bringing up his concerns. Theranos had just closed its third round of funding. By any measure, it was a resounding success&#58; the company had raised another $32 million from investors, on top of the $15 million raised in its first two funding rounds. The most impressive number was its new valuation&#58; <i>one hundred and sixty-five million dollars</i>. There weren&rsquo;t many three-year-old startups that could say they were worth that much.<br><br> One big reason for the rich valuation was the agreements Theranos told investors it had reached with pharmaceutical partners. A slide deck listed six deals with five companies that would generate revenues of $120 million to $300 million over the next eighteen months. It listed another fifteen deals under negotiation. If those came to fruition, revenues could eventually reach $1.5 billion, according to the PowerPoint presentation.<br><br>The pharmaceutical companies were going to use Theranos&rsquo;s blood-testing system to monitor patients&rsquo; response to new drugs. The cartridges and readers would be placed in patients&rsquo; homes during clinical trials. Patients would prick their fingers several times a day and the readers would beam their blood-test results to the trial&rsquo;s sponsor. If the results indicated a bad reaction to the drug, the drug&rsquo;s maker would be able to lower the dosage immediately rather than wait until the end of the trial. This would reduce pharmaceutical companies&rsquo; research costs by as much as 30 percent. Or so the slide deck said.<br><br>Mosley&rsquo;s unease with all these claims had grown since that morning&rsquo;s discovery. For one thing, in his eight months at Theranos, he&rsquo;d never laid eyes on the pharmaceutical contracts. Every time he inquired about them, he was told they were &ldquo;under legal review.&rdquo; More important, he&rsquo;d agreed to those ambitious revenue forecasts because he thought the Theranos system worked reliably.<br><br>If Elizabeth shared any of these misgivings, she showed no signs of it. She was the picture of a relaxed and happy leader. The new valuation, in particular, was a source of great pride. New directors might join the board to reflect the growing roster of investors, she told him. <br><br>Mosley saw an opening to broach the trip to Switzerland and the office rumors that something had gone wrong. When he did, Elizabeth admitted that there had been a problem, but she shrugged it off. It would easily be fixed, she said.<br><br> Mosley was dubious given what he now knew. He brought up what Shaunak had told him about the investor demos. They should stop doing them if they weren&rsquo;t completely real, he said. &ldquo;We&rsquo;ve been fooling investors. We can&rsquo;t keep doing that.&rdquo;<br><br>Elizabeth&rsquo;s expression suddenly changed. Her cheerful demeanor of just moments ago vanished and gave way to a mask of hostility. It was like a switch had been flipped. She leveled a cold stare at her chief financial officer.<br><br> &ldquo;Henry, you&rsquo;re not a team player,&rdquo; she said in an icy tone. &ldquo;I think you should leave right now.&rdquo;<br><br> There was no mistaking what had just happened. Elizabeth wasn&rsquo;t merely asking him to get out of her office. She was telling him to leave the company&mdash;immediately. Mosley had just been fired.\"},{\"id\":\"118798695T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"<i>Bad Blood</i> is the real be-all end-all of Theranos information…. <i>Bad Blood</i> is wild, and more happens on one page than in many other entire books.\\\" <b>—Margaret Lyons, <i>The New York Times</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"You will not want to put this riveting, masterfully reported book down. No matter how bad you think the Theranos story was, you'll learn that the reality was actually far worse.\\\"<br/><b>—Bethany McLean, bestselling coauthor of <i>The Smartest Guys in the Room</i> and <i>All the Devils Are Here</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Chilling... Carreyrou tells [this story] virtually to perfection… Reads like a West Coast version of <i>All the President's Men.</i>\\\"<br/><b>—Roger Lowenstein, <i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"The definitive account of Theranos’s downfall, detailing its motley crew of executives, legal knife fights, dramatic PR stunts, and skullduggery... Offers a lot for foreign-policy wonks... While<i> Bad Blood</i> is worth reading for its own merits—it’s a stunning feat of journalism that reads like a thriller—it also says a lot about Washington’s facile relationship with Silicon Valley. Most D.C. power brokers know next to nothing about science or technology but increasingly view Silicon Valley tech as a deus ex machina for some of the world’s most complicated challenges. <i>Bad Blood</i> offers a sobering warning of where that type of thinking can lead.\\\"<br/><b>—Robbie Gramer, </b><i><b>Foreign Policy</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"A great and at times almost unbelievable story of scandalous fraud, surveillance, and legal intimidation at the highest levels of American corporate power. . . . The story of Theranos may be the biggest case of corporate fraud since Enron. But it’s also the story of how a lot of powerful men were fooled by a remarkably brazen liar.\\\"<i><br/> </i><b>—Yashar Ali, <i>New York Magazine</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Even if you didn’t follow the story of charismatic Theranos founder Elizabeth Holmes (and the ensuing trainwreck) in the news, you will find yourself zipping through a book that proves once again that fact is stranger than fiction. A stunning look into a high-tech hoodwinking; like a high-speed car chase in a book.\\\"<br/><b><i>—The New York Post's </i>\\\"28 Most Unforgettable Books of 2018\\\"</b><br/><br/>\\\"In <i>Bad Blood,</i> acclaimed investigative journalist John Carreyrou, who broke the story in 2015, presents comprehensive evidence of the fraud perpetrated by Theranos chief executive Elizabeth Holmes... He unveils many dark secrets of Theranos that have not previously been laid bare…  The combination of these brave whistle-blowers, and a tenacious journalist who interviewed 150 people (including 60 former employees) makes for a veritable page-turner.\\\"<br/> <b>—Eric Topol, </b><i><b>Nature</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Engrossing… <i>Bad Blood </i>boasts movie-scene detail… Theranos, Carreyrou writes, was a revolving door, as Holmes and Balwani fired anyone who voiced even tentative doubts… What’s frightening is how easy it is to imagine a different outcome, one in which the company’s blood-testing devices continued to proliferate. That the story played out as it did is a testament to the many individuals who spoke up, at great personal risk.\\\"<br/> <b>—Jennifer Couzin-Frankel, <i>Science<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"In exposing the fudged numbers, boardroom battles and sickening sums of money tossed Theranos’ way, <i>Bad Blood </i>succeeds in highlighting Silicon Valley’s paradoxical blind spot. Insular corporate culture and benevolent media coverage have allowed a monster to grow in the Valley—one that gambles not just with our smart phones or our democracy, but with people’s lives. <i>Bad Blood </i>reveals a crucial truth: outside observers must act as the eyes, the ears and, most importantly, the voice of Silicon Valley’s blind spot.\\\"<b><br/>—B. David Zarley, <i>Paste Magazine's </i>\\\"16 Best Nonfiction Books of 2018\\\"<br/></b><br/>\\\"Carreyrou blends lucid descriptions of Theranos’s technology and its failures with a vivid portrait of its toxic culture and its supporters’ delusional boosterism. The result is a bracing cautionary tale about visionary entrepreneurship gone very wrong.\\\"<br/><b>—<i>Publishers Weekly</i> (Starred)</b><br/><br/>\\\"Crime thriller authors have nothing on Carreyrou's exquisite sense of suspenseful pacing and multifaceted character development in this riveting, read-in-one-sitting tour de force.... Carreyrou's commitment to unraveling Holmes' crimes was literally of life-saving value.\\\"<br/><i><b>—Booklist </b></i><b>(Starred Review)</b><br/><br/>\\\"Eye-opening... A vivid, cinematic portrayal of serpentine Silicon Valley corruption... A deep investigative report on the sensationalistic downfall of multibillion-dollar Silicon Valley biotech startup Theranos. Basing his findings on hundreds of interviews with people inside and outside the company, two-time Pulitzer Prize-winning <i>Wall Street Journal</i> reporter Carreyrou rigorously examines the seamy details behind the demise of Theranos and its creator, Elizabeth Holmes… [Carreyrou] brilliantly captures the interpersonal melodrama, hidden agendas, gross misrepresentations, nepotism, and a host of delusions and lies that further fractured the company’s reputation and halted its rise.\\\"<br/><b>—<i>Kirkus</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"118798694T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"2018 Financial Times and McKinsey Business Book of the Year Award, Winner<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"56272851T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":\"Roger Lowenstein\",\"sourceName\":\"The New York Times Book Review\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"&#8230;John Carreyrou tells [the story] virtually to perfection in <i>Bad Blood</i>, which really amounts to two books. The first is a chilling, third-person narrative of how Holmes came up with a fantastic idea that made her, for a while, the most successful woman entrepreneur in Silicon Valley&#8230;The author's description of Holmes as a manic leader who turned coolly hostile when challenged is ripe material for a psychologist; Carreyrou wisely lets the evidence speak for itself&#8230;In the second part of the book the author compellingly relates how he got involved, following a tip from a suspicious reader. His recounting of his efforts to track down sources&#8230;reads like a West Coast version of <i>All the President's Men.</i>\"},{\"id\":\"135522533T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>Is it a medical marvel, or is it too good to be true? Discover the origin story of Nathan Fielder’s documentary, <em>You Can See Everything</em>, with this meticulously detailed and expertly reported deep-dive into Elizabeth Holmes’ futile and fraudulent startup.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"118798697T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p>JOHN CARREYROU is a two-time Pulitzer Prize-winning investigative reporter at <i>The Wall Street Journal.</i> For his extensive coverage of Theranos, Carreyrou was awarded the George Polk Award for Financial Reporting, the Gerald Loeb Award for Distinguished Business and Financial Journalism in the category of beat reporting, and the Barlett & Steele Silver Award for Investigative Business Journalism. 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The Disappearers places [James] near the front of the line, a decade or two from now, for the Nobel Prize.” –The New York Times“Harrowing, hilarious, magnificent …this novel will be read decades from now, pored over in seminars and bookmarked on subway commutes … [James’] defiant queer epic belongs to us all.” –The Boston Globe“Among Marlon James’s most ambitious and history-making works… James is a singular literary talent.” –Booker Prize judge's citationFrom Marlon James, author of the Booker Prize–winning A Brief History of Seven Killings: the electrifying story of the murder of a gay man in 1980s Jamaica and its far-reaching consequencesIn 1988, eight men in Kingston, Jamaica, begin rehearsals for a play. Though strangers to one another, they share an inescapable truth: All of them are gay. And they live in a world that refuses to accept them.One night the men are savagely beaten and one of them is killed. As their bodies heal, the survivors begin to face the hatred and contempt that the violence laid bare. Some try to ignore what happened. Others double down on retribution. Some disappear completely.In this spellbinding novel, Marlon James has written a propulsive crime story that is also a deeply human account of connection and acceptance. 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Though strangers to one another, they share an inescapable truth: All of them are gay. And they live in a world that refuses to accept them.<br><br>One night the men are savagely beaten and one of them is killed. As their bodies heal, the survivors begin to face the hatred and contempt that the violence laid bare. Some try to ignore what happened. Others double down on retribution. Some disappear completely.<br><br>In this spellbinding novel, Marlon James has written a propulsive crime story that is also a deeply human account of connection and acceptance. 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James’s latest masterpiece should be required reading.”<i> <b>—People</b><br/><br/></i>“Told through a number of different media, including journals, letters, and a chorus of frenzied voices that are punctuated by slang, the effect is evocative and chilling. An explosive read, brimming with rage.” <b>—</b><i><b>Elle</b><br/><br/>“</i>Epic, immersive, and devastating … <i>The Disappearers</i> isn’t without hope, and not everyone who reckons with its central injustice will be destroyed by it. How could a novel so crammed with the painful messiness of identity and rage and carnality ever reach a satisfying resolution? The masterstroke of <i>The Disappearers</i> is that James lands the finish, a feat of generosity, compassion, and, as with the rest of this unforgettable book, unconquerable bravado.” <b>—<i>Slate</i></b><br/><br/>“Marlon James’s story of gay experience and murderous homophobia in Jamaica is a maximalist’s banquet — and the Booker Prize winner’s finest book yet… <i>The Disappearers</i> places him near the front of the line, a decade or two from now, for the Nobel Prize.” <b>—<i>The New York Times</i></b><br/><br/>“<i>The Disappearers</i> uses the tricks of fiction to pull off something extremely difficult: giving full weight to tragedy and injustice without implying that some lives are over before they’ve begun.” —<b><i>The New Yorker</i></b><br/><br/>“A harrowing, hilarious, magnificent novel that will stand the test of time… Like Whitman, James is a lover of detail and a poet of the body: he dwells on lips, shoulders, chests, and all points south. He ranks among our greatest vernacular authors, rendering most of <i>The Disappearers</i> in an English creole thick with lewd jokes and profanity… This novel will be read decades from now, pored over in seminars and bookmarked on subway commutes… As the disappearers emerge in human form, James mourns those lost to plague and violence while offering sprigs of hope. His defiant queer epic belongs to us all.”—<b><i>The Boston Globe</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"The unrelentingly raw and profane vision is enlivened by the energy of the writing, and in particular its infusions of Jamaican slang. Mr. James does not simply reproduce the island’s singular patois; he uses it to create abrasive auditory rhythms.”<b>–The Wall Street Journal</b> <br/><br/>“Few books have mapped the beleaguered realities of queer existence with such psychological depth, harrowing realism and searing condemnation … James makes room for the contradictions of queer life, its intimacies, estrangements and hungers, in utterly indelible ways. His prose is a consistent triumph: bitter and hilarious, lyrical, bawdy, pugnacious and scorchingly, ravishingly queer.” —<b>The Guardian</b><br/><br/>“<i>The Disappearers </i>is a harrowing book, to be sure, but never nihilist, or defeatist, or cynical. Its joy in ultimate survival comes through.” —<b>The Atlantic<br/><br/></b>“James is also determined to unwind the cliches of gay fiction… he in part evokes Alan Hollinghurst… The strength of the novel — and the source of its melancholy tone — is in its scope.”<b>—<i>Los Angeles Times<br/></i></b> <br/>“Wickedly funny, at times sexy, and full of longing.”<b>—<i>Harper's Bazaar<br/></i> <br/></b>“Hard to put down… A good book can lift your spirits, brighten your day or add some spice to a dull life, but the truly great books change how you think, what you see and, hopefully, how you live. <i>The Disappearers</i> is one of those.” —<b>Book Page (starred review)</b><br/><br/>“Breathtaking … an ambitious and astonishing portrait of queer life.” —<b><i>Publishers Weekly</i> (starred review)</b><br/><br/>“This language-rich novel is filled with vivid slang … As always, James writes exceptionally well….This book may remind readers of works by John Rechy, Jean Genet, William Burroughs, and Hubert Selby, but James is his own man.” —<b>Library Journal (starred review)</b><br/><br/>“Galvanizing … Equal parts detective story and sociocultural history, James’ new novel takes a deep, harrowing dive into the tragic consequences of violent homophobia … with random, frantic voices that leave unsettling echoes.” —<b>Kirkus (starred review)<br/><br/></b>“Captivating and epic… James renders his characters’ tumultuous inner lives with striking imagery and energy; their dialogue is rapid, keen, and hard-hitting. In all, a gritty, powerful, and gripping read.”<b> —<i>Booklist</i><br/></b>\"},{\"id\":\"130456907T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Praise for <i>The Disappearers</i> <p/>\\\"Like such towering modern novelists as Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Toni Morrison, Roberto Bolano and Elena Ferrante, James uses physical violence to explore social violence, the structures of oppression that its victims must fight to survive.\\\"<i><b>--</b></i><b>NPR Fresh Air</b> <p/>\\\"Among James's best work alongside <i>A Brief History of Seven Killings</i> and <i>Moon Witch, Spider King</i>... another sprawling, visceral epic.\\\" <i><b>--</b></i><b>Esquire</b> <p/>\\\"It's part page-turning crime novel, part touching ode to queer friendship and absolutely stunning. James's latest masterpiece should be required reading.\\\"<i> <b>--People</b> <p/></i>\\\"Told through a number of different media, including journals, letters, and a chorus of frenzied voices that are punctuated by slang, the effect is evocative and chilling. An explosive read, brimming with rage.\\\" <b>--</b><i><b>Elle</b> <p/>\\\"</i>Epic, immersive, and devastating ... <i>The Disappearers</i> isn't without hope, and not everyone who reckons with its central injustice will be destroyed by it. How could a novel so crammed with the painful messiness of identity and rage and carnality ever reach a satisfying resolution? The masterstroke of <i>The Disappearers</i> is that James lands the finish, a feat of generosity, compassion, and, as with the rest of this unforgettable book, unconquerable bravado.\\\" <b>--<i>Slate</i></b> <p/>\\\"Marlon James's story of gay experience and murderous homophobia in Jamaica is a maximalist's banquet -- and the Booker Prize winner's finest book yet... <i>The Disappearers</i> places him near the front of the line, a decade or two from now, for the Nobel Prize.\\\" <b>--<i>The New York Times</i></b> <p/>\\\"<i>The Disappearers</i> uses the tricks of fiction to pull off something extremely difficult: giving full weight to tragedy and injustice without implying that some lives are over before they've begun.\\\" --<b><i>The New Yorker</i></b> <p/>\\\"A harrowing, hilarious, magnificent novel that will stand the test of time... Like Whitman, James is a lover of detail and a poet of the body: he dwells on lips, shoulders, chests, and all points south. He ranks among our greatest vernacular authors, rendering most of <i>The Disappearers</i> in an English creole thick with lewd jokes and profanity... This novel will be read decades from now, pored over in seminars and bookmarked on subway commutes... As the disappearers emerge in human form, James mourns those lost to plague and violence while offering sprigs of hope. His defiant queer epic belongs to us all.\\\"--<b><i>The Boston Globe</i></b> <p/>\\\"The unrelentingly raw and profane vision is enlivened by the energy of the writing, and in particular its infusions of Jamaican slang. Mr. James does not simply reproduce the island's singular patois; he uses it to create abrasive auditory rhythms.\\\"<b>-The Wall Street Journal</b> <p/>\\\"Few books have mapped the beleaguered realities of queer existence with such psychological depth, harrowing realism and searing condemnation ... James makes room for the contradictions of queer life, its intimacies, estrangements and hungers, in utterly indelible ways. His prose is a consistent triumph: bitter and hilarious, lyrical, bawdy, pugnacious and scorchingly, ravishingly queer.\\\" --<b>The Guardian</b> <p/>\\\"<i>The Disappearers </i>is a harrowing book, to be sure, but never nihilist, or defeatist, or cynical. Its joy in ultimate survival comes through.\\\" --<b>The Atlantic <p/></b>\\\"James is also determined to unwind the cliches of gay fiction... he in part evokes Alan Hollinghurst... The strength of the novel -- and the source of its melancholy tone -- is in its scope.\\\"<b>--<i>Los Angeles Times<br/></i></b> <br/>\\\"Wickedly funny, at times sexy, and full of longing.\\\"<b>--<i>Harper's Bazaar<br/></i> <br/></b>\\\"Hard to put down... A good book can lift your spirits, brighten your day or add some spice to a dull life, but the truly great books change how you think, what you see and, hopefully, how you live. <i>The Disappearers</i> is one of those.\\\" --<b>Book Page (starred review)</b> <p/>\\\"Breathtaking ... an ambitious and astonishing portrait of queer life.\\\" --<b><i>Publishers Weekly</i> (starred review)</b> <p/>\\\"This language-rich novel is filled with vivid slang ... As always, James writes exceptionally well....This book may remind readers of works by John Rechy, Jean Genet, William Burroughs, and Hubert Selby, but James is his own man.\\\" --<b>Library Journal (starred review)</b> <p/>\\\"Galvanizing ... Equal parts detective story and sociocultural history, James' new novel takes a deep, harrowing dive into the tragic consequences of violent homophobia ... with random, frantic voices that leave unsettling echoes.\\\" --<b>Kirkus (starred review) <p/></b>\\\"Captivating and epic... James renders his characters' tumultuous inner lives with striking imagery and energy; their dialogue is rapid, keen, and hard-hitting. In all, a gritty, powerful, and gripping read.\\\"<b> --<i>Booklist</i><br/></b>\"},{\"id\":\"131297460T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>     The author of the Booker Prize-winning <em>A Brief History of Seven Killings</em> returns with a deeply human story exploring queer life in Jamaica during the 1980s and 1990s.   </p>  \"},{\"id\":\"122620053T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<p><b>Marlon James </b>is the Booker Prize–winning and <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of <i>A Brief History of Seven Killings</i>; the bestselling and National Book Award finalist <i>Black Leopard, Red Wolf</i>; as well as the bestselling <i>Moon Witch, Spider King</i>; <i>The Book of Night Women</i>; and <i>John Crow’s Devil</i>. In addition to the Booker Prize, James’s novels have won the Amer­ican Book Award, the Anisfield-Wolf Book Award, the Dayton Literary Peace Prize, the OCM Bocas Prize for Caribbean Literature, and the Los Ange­les Times Ray Bradbury Prize for Science Fiction, and have been finalists for the National Book Critics Circle Award and the NAACP Image Award. The recipient of a Guggenheim Fellow­ship and named in 2019 one of <i>Time </i>magazine’s one hundred most influential people in the world, James lives in New York City.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"132028993T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p><b>Marlon James </b>is the Booker Prize-winning and <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of <i>A Brief History of Seven Killings</i>; the bestselling and National Book Award finalist <i>Black Leopard, Red Wolf</i>; as well as the bestselling <i>Moon Witch, Spider King</i>; <i>The Book of Night Women</i>; and <i>John Crow's Devil</i>. 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In addition to the Booker Prize, James’s novels have won the Amer­ican Book Award, the Anisfield-Wolf Book Award, the Dayton Literary Peace Prize, the OCM Bocas Prize for Caribbean Literature, and the Los Ange­les Times Ray Bradbury Prize for Science Fiction, and have been finalists for the National Book Critics Circle Award and the NAACP Image Award. 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He knows it’s a long shot, but Jay feels it’s the only way for him to lift the weight of guilt he has carried since his dad’s death by suicide the previous year. The dive begins well enough, but the sudden appearance of a giant squid puts Jay in very real jeopardy, made infinitely worse by the arrival of a sperm whale looking to feed. Suddenly, Jay is caught in the squid’s tentacles and drawn into the whale’s mouth where he is pulled into the first of its four stomachs. He quickly realizes he has only one hour before his oxygen tanks run out—one hour to defeat his demons and escape the belly of a whale. Suspenseful and cinematic, Whalefall is an “powerfully humane” (Owen King, New York Times bestselling author) thriller about a young man who has given up on life...only to find a reason to live in the most dangerous and unlikely of places.","<b>A <i>USA TODAY </i>BESTSELLER</b><br> <b>Named a Best Book of 2023 by <i>Book Riot</i>,<i> Shelf Awareness</i>, and NPR</b><br> <br><b><i>The Martian</i> meets <i>127 Hours</i> in this “astoundingly great” (Gillian Flynn, #1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author) and scientifically accurate thriller about a scuba diver who’s been swallowed by an eighty-foot, sixty-ton sperm whale and has only one hour to escape before his oxygen runs out.</b><br><br>Jay Gardiner has given himself a fool’s errand—to find the remains of his deceased father in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of Monastery Beach. He knows it’s a long shot, but Jay feels it’s the only way for him to lift the weight of guilt he has carried since his dad’s death by suicide the previous year.<br> <br> The dive begins well enough, but the sudden appearance of a giant squid puts Jay in very real jeopardy, made infinitely worse by the arrival of a sperm whale looking to feed. Suddenly, Jay is caught in the squid’s tentacles and drawn into the whale’s mouth where he is pulled into the first of its four stomachs. He quickly realizes he has only one hour before his oxygen tanks run out—one hour to defeat his demons and escape the belly of a whale.<br> <br> Suspenseful and cinematic, <i>Whalefall</i> is an “powerfully humane” (Owen King,<i> New York Times</i> bestselling author) thriller about a young man who has given up on life...only to find a reason to live in the most dangerous and unlikely of places.",{"_675":16744,"_36":16745,"_944":16746,"_939":5727,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":16749},{"_5667":16747,"_5669":16748},{"_5643":16736},{"_5614":7097},{"_5614":2568},{"_5614":5577},[16706,-5,-5,16707,16708,-5,16709,16710,16711,16712,16713,-5,16714,16715,-5,16716,16717,16718],{"_675":16734,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":16735},{"_675":16733,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":5577},{"_675":16732,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":5577},{"_675":16731,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":5636},{"_675":16729,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":16730},{"_675":16727,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":16728},{"_675":16725,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":16726},{"_675":16724,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":16723,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":7097},{"_675":16722,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":2568},{"_675":16721,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":16720,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":6123},{"_675":16719,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":2789},"gid://shopify/Metafield/60639978553585","gid://shopify/Metafield/60639978586353","gid://shopify/Metafield/39733805940977","gid://shopify/Metafield/39733802533105","gid://shopify/Metafield/86310290948337","gid://shopify/Metafield/39733805416689","gid://shopify/Metafield/39733803679985","1142483938","gid://shopify/Metafield/39733807251697","Whalefall/Daniel-Kraus","gid://shopify/Metafield/39733808201969","[{\"id\":\"135312024T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"<i>Whalefall</i> is a mind-blowing, take-your-breath-away adventure, but it's also a tender and moving story of the relationship between a father and son. Daniel Kraus is a writer I greatly admire. He can do anything, and does.\\\"--Dan Chaon, National Book Award finalist and New York TImes bestselling author of Sleepwalk<br/><br/>\\\"<i>Whalefall</i> is a rare thing: a page-turning, hold-your-breath, man-vs-nature thrill ride, but also a gripping exploration of the unnavigable relationship between parent and child. It's an anguished cry from the depths of that struggle. Bravo!\\\"--Christopher Golden, New York Times bestselling author of Road of Bones and All Hallows<br/><br/>\\\"A brutal, unsparing, wildly uplifting book. The sheer buoyancy had me breathless by the end.\\\"--Clay McLeod Chapman, author of Ghost Eaters and Wendell & Wild<br/><br/>\\\"A crazy, and crazily enjoyable, beat-the-clock adventure story about fathers, sons, guilt and the mysteries of the sea . . . [Kraus] brings the rigor of a scientist and the sensibility of a poet to his descriptions of the undersea world.\\\"<i><b>--New York Times</b></i> <p/> \\\"This gripping sci-fi thriller from bestseller Kraus takes readers quite literally into the belly of the beast [...] Kraus provides solid nautical science alongside the stretchy coincidences that fuel Jay's survival. Just on the brink of horror fiction, especially for the claustrophobic, Kraus's deep-sea thrill ride will have readers on the edges of their seats.\\\"<i><b>--Publishers Weekly</b></i> <p/> \\\"A moving character study disguised as a riveting, cinematic survival thriller...The pacing is relentless, the awe astounding, and the tension palpably constricting, even as Kraus takes time to provide necessary details both scientific and visceral.\\\"--<b><i>Booklist, </i> starred review</b> <p/> \\\"This hard sci-fi thriller is full of cinematic and wild suspense and would be great for fans of Andy Weir.\\\"--<b><i>Library Journal, </i> starred review</b> <p/> \\\"Picture Jack London, but with a more nuanced handling of broken, damaged men.\\\"--<b><i>Chicago Tribune</i></b> <p/> \\\"One of the most intense -- and moving -- stories that will grace the bookstores in 2023...what Daniel Kraus has created here is something that can't be quantified.\\\"<b><i>--Cemetery Dance</i></b> <p/> \\\"An absolute triumph, a masterpiece of suspense, emotion, and flat-out terror...It's one of this year's can't-miss books, and a journey you won't soon forget.\\\"<i><b>--Paste Magazine</b></i> <p/> \\\"Kraus turns the literal guts of this novel into a haunted house, a torture chamber, a church and a uterus for belated rebirth. There is nothing else quite like Whalefall.\\\"<i><b> --New Scientist</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"A masterpiece. I haven't felt so alive reading a book in a long, long time.\\\"--Alissa Nutting, author of Made for Love and creator of the HBO Max series<br/><br/>\\\"Astoundingly great. <i>Whalefall</i> is, quite simply, a beautiful novel--a must-read story of the sea, the nature of awe, and the briny relationships between fathers and sons.\\\"--Gillian Flynn, #1 New York Times bestselling author<br/><br/>\\\"Brave, bold, epic, propulsive. <i>Whalefall</i> is a deeply moving thriller that holds a planet's worth of hope in the pit of its stomach.\\\"--Joshua Ferris, National Book Award finalist<br/><br/>\\\"One of our oldest stories, one of our greatest fears, and one of our most capable writers. Stranger things than being swallowed by a whale have probably happened, but they've rarely been told so well.\\\"--Stephen Graham Jones, New York Times bestselling author<br/><br/>\\\"The primordial nightmare at the core of <i>Whalefall</i> is fantastically gripping. A character study developed in the most intense crucible imaginable, Kraus's latest novel is smart, surreal, and powerfully humane.\\\"--Owen King, New York Times bestselling author<br/><br/>\\\"Unexpectedly emotional and wildly entertaining, <i>Whalefall</i> is the tense revamp of Jonah's tale you didn't know you needed.\\\"--Gabino Iglesias, award-winning author of The Devil Takes You Home\"},{\"id\":\"119955002T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"\\\"<i>Whalefall</i> is a rare thing: a page-turning, hold-your-breath, man-vs-nature thrill ride, but also a gripping exploration of the unnavigable relationship between parent and child. It's an anguished cry from the depths of that struggle. Bravo!\\\"— Christopher Golden, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Road of Bones</i> and <i>All Hallows</i><br/><br/>“A crazy, and crazily enjoyable, beat-the-clock adventure story about fathers, sons, guilt and the mysteries of the sea . . . [Kraus] brings the rigor of a scientist and the sensibility of a poet to his descriptions of the undersea world.”<i><b>—New York Times</b></i><br> <br> “This gripping sci-fi thriller from bestseller Kraus takes readers quite literally into the belly of the beast […]  Kraus provides solid nautical science alongside the stretchy coincidences that fuel Jay’s survival. Just on the brink of horror fiction, especially for the claustrophobic, Kraus’s deep-sea thrill ride will have readers on the edges of their seats.”<i><b>—Publishers Weekly</b></i><br> <br> \\\"A moving character study disguised as a riveting, cinematic survival thriller...The pacing is relentless, the awe astounding, and the tension palpably constricting, even as Kraus takes time to provide necessary details both scientific and visceral.\\\"—<b><i>Booklist,</i> starred review</b><br> <br> \\\"This hard sci-fi thriller is full of cinematic and wild suspense and would be great for fans of Andy Weir.\\\"—<b><i>Library Journal,</i> starred review</b><br> <br> “Picture Jack London, but with a more nuanced handling of broken, damaged men.”—<b><i>Chicago Tribune</i></b><br> <br> “One of the most intense — and moving — stories that will grace the bookstores in 2023…what Daniel Kraus has created here is something that can’t be quantified.”<b><i>—Cemetery Dance</i></b><br> <br> “An absolute triumph, a masterpiece of suspense, emotion, and flat-out terror…It’s one of this year’s can’t-miss books, and a journey you won’t soon forget.”<i><b>—Paste Magazine</b></i><br> <br> “Kraus turns the literal guts of this novel into a haunted house, a torture chamber, a church and a uterus for belated rebirth. There is nothing else quite like Whalefall.”<i><b> —New Scientist</b></i><br/><br/>“A brutal, unsparing, wildly uplifting book. The sheer buoyancy had me breathless by the end.”— Clay McLeod Chapman, author of<i> Ghost Eaters </i>and<i> Wendell & Wild</i><br/><br/>“Astoundingly great. <i>Whalefall</i> is, quite simply, a beautiful novel—a must-read story of the sea, the nature of awe, and the briny relationships between fathers and sons.”— Gillian Flynn, #1 <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author<br/><br/>“Brave, bold, epic, propulsive. <i>Whalefall</i> is a deeply moving thriller that holds a planet’s worth of hope in the pit of its stomach.”— Joshua Ferris, National Book Award finalist<br/><br/>“The primordial nightmare at the core of <i>Whalefall</i> is fantastically gripping. A character study developed in the most intense crucible imaginable, Kraus’s latest novel is smart, surreal, and powerfully humane.”— Owen King, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author<br/><br/>\\\"A masterpiece. I haven't felt so alive reading a book in a long, long time.\\\"— Alissa Nutting, author of <i>Made for Love </i>and creator of the HBO Max series<br/><br/>“One of our oldest stories, one of our greatest fears, and one of our most capable writers. Stranger things than being swallowed by a whale have probably happened, but they've rarely been told so well.”— Stephen Graham Jones, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author<br/><br/>“<i>Whalefall</i> is a mind-blowing, take-your-breath-away adventure, but it’s also a tender and moving story of the relationship between a father and son. Daniel Kraus is a writer I greatly admire. 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And why should they have known or even been suspicious? So far in their short happy lives they had committed no felonies, breached no contracts, sued no one or been sued, joined no subversive groups, offended no foreign governments, defamed not a soul, listened to their parents when it mattered, and for the past two years had been thoroughly faithful to one another in every conceivable way. They came from nice families who’d given them proper educations. Who in the world could they have possibly angered or provoked?<br/><br/>A mole inside their trendy Left Bank hotel served them up, and for his treachery he would soon receive an envelope stuffed with enough euros to equal a year’s wages. He spent most of his spare time watching the endless wave of tourists attracted to the City of Light. On any given week, at least half of the eighty rooms in the hotel where he worked were booked by Americans, many of them just married. 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For the benefit of her followers she posted a daily schedule of their honeymoon in Paris, evidently in the belief that they were the first couple in history to attempt such a romantic adventure.<br/><br/>The surveillance picked it apart and made plans accordingly. Following the young lovers was easy because their destinations and movements were so clearly telegraphed, and the thought of looking over their shoulders never crossed their minds. They had eyes only for each other. There was no one back there. After each thrilling visit to the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, Notre-Dame, Sacré-Coeur, and so on, the photos kept coming and the surveillance indexed them against Chelsea’s itinerary. The couple was punctual and keen to cover a lot of territory during their eight-day fantasy.<br/><br/>According to her musings on social media, limited of course to her select group of followers but ridiculously hackable, Chelsea fell in love with Paris as a ten-year-old when her mother took her there one summer. Her father and his doctor buddies splurged on an exotic fishing trip to Alaska, and in an act of revenge-shopping her mother called the travel agent. The girls spent a week in a small boutique hotel, rumored to be the favorite of Lauren Bacall, roamed the streets for hours each day, and had afternoon tea in the courtyard. When the tourist sites were too crowded they retreated to the Luxembourg Gardens where they sat in the shade near the Grand Pond and read books about Paris. Chelsea took all the French language courses she could in school and watched videos for hours. During her second year of college she qualified for a semester abroad and lived at the Sorbonne. 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The private car had been Paul’s idea because they could cover more territory and see more battle sites with a pro behind the wheel. Malik was very much the professional driver—black suit, crisp white shirt, black tie, perfect manners, and excellent language skills. With a captive audience, Chelsea immediately began chattering away in French and within minutes knew that Malik was from Senegal in West Africa, where he grew up speaking French, English, Wolof, and was now studying Japanese. It was good for business. He had been in Paris for fourteen years and had no plans to leave. His wife was a schoolteacher. They had three small children and lived with her parents in a suburb north of Paris.<br/><br/>Paul understood none of the conversation and was soon nodding off.<br/><br/>They went straight to the D-Day beaches, where Paul could have spent days wandering around, trying to grasp the enormity of the courage and carnage of that epic battle. At the American Cemetery, they were deeply moved by the magnitude of the manicured burial grounds, the sacred soil that held the remains of over three thousand American soldiers. Paul managed to locate the grave of a distant relative who died during the initial assault on Omaha Beach.<br/><br/>The concierge had booked lunch in a bistro in the town of Bayeux. Malik had taken other clients there and said the food was excellent. With a sly grin he said he had asked the owner to put on ice a bottle of local white wine, and it was already cold. He escorted them to the bistro, introduced them to the madam of the house, and left to go find lunch on his own. He would be back at 2 p.m. to retrieve them and continue the tour at the war museum in Caen.<br/><br/>Malik parked on a narrow street off the town square and found a seat at an outdoor café. It was midday in France, a crucial moment of the day when the French forget about everything but tending to the needs of their stomachs. The café was busy but not packed. He ordered a goat cheese salad and a bottle of sparkling water. As he waited, he checked his phone for messages and emails. It was a beautiful day in late April, sunny without a cloud to be seen.<br/><br/>He was halfway through his salad when a slim young woman in tight jeans appeared at his table and said, meekly, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I think I’m lost.” She had an innocent voice, a comely smile, and red curly hair. Her eyes were hidden by thick sunshades.<br/><br/>Ever the professional, and not wanting to interrupt his lunch, Malik said politely, “I’m from Paris and I don’t know this town very well.”<br/><br/>She offered an even bigger smile and said, “I’m trying to get to Paris.” Perfect unaccented French, obviously a native.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a man on an orange bicycle veered off the sidewalk and crashed into a nearby table where two Finnish tourists were having their lunch. Glasses, bottles, bowls, plates, flatware, food, water, wine, all went flying as the table flipped while everyone yelled. Water splashed onto the back of the girl with red curls. Malik jumped to his feet, as did others, to lend a hand. The girl deftly slipped two capsules of chloral hydrate into his glass of water.<br/><br/>Waiters were quick on the scene. The cyclist got to his feet, apologizing profusely and offering to pay for his damages. Lunch was ruined but the Finns were too shocked to be angry. They wiped food from their shirts as they tried to compose themselves. A waiter led them to another table and promised quick service. The cyclist kept apologizing. Malik would remember that he had a slight accent and was probably of North African descent.<br/><br/>Once order was restored and everything was back to normal, Malik sat down to finish his lunch. The girl was gone and forgotten, but fifteen minutes later she reappeared and sat across from him as his head began to nod. “What do you want?” he asked, his words slurring.<br/><br/>“Are you okay?” she asked in a louder voice.<br/><br/>“What do you want?”<br/><br/>“Let’s talk about Paris, shall we? Are you okay?”<br/><br/>“I’m not sure. I’m not sure. I can’t see very well.”<br/><br/>She clutched his hand on the table as if they were friends. The chloral hydrate hit hard and he began to slump. She slid his plate and glass to the side. When he fell from the chair, she exclaimed, “Oh my God! He’s having a heart attack. Please! It’s an emergency!”<br/><br/>Having just recovered from one jolting interruption to their lunch, the other diners were slow to react to a second one. The girl was kneeling next to Malik, touching his chest and his forehead, speaking loudly, begging for help. In the midst of her histrionics she managed to take his keys from a pants pocket. When Malik failed to respond, a waiter took charge and checked his pulse. The girl cried and shrieked as if he was dying, and as she backed away she managed to tip over his glass of water. More chaos. Another tourist claimed to be a doctor and knelt down to examine Malik, who was not responding. The girl continued to back away as the crowd grew. By the time the ambulance arrived, she had vanished again.<br/><br/>Inside the restaurant down the street, Paul and Chelsea lunched on grilled sole and sipped cold wine. Paul was eager to see the D-Day museum in Caen, the largest of many in Normandy. Chelsea cared little for the military stuff but gamely hung on. Tomorrow she would drag him to an exhibition of modernist sculpture. Back and forth, the ping-pong game that would prove crucial to a happy marriage. They heard a siren in the distance but thought nothing of it. No one else in the restaurant stopped eating to look around.<br/><br/>The reckless bike rider changed quickly into all black—suit, shoes, tie. Only the shirt was white. For a nice touch he added a smart black chauffeur’s cap. He took Malik’s Peugeot for a spin around town to get a feel for it and to check his routes. He filled the tank, then waited on a bench across the street from the restaurant. He covered his mouth and nose with a light blue disposable mask.<br/><br/>At 1:50, Paul and Chelsea emerged and reached for their sunglasses. Their new driver waved at them and turned on the charm. He said his name was Laurent and he was from the same car company. He gave them a business card as he explained that Malik was rushing back to Paris by train to see about his wife. She had been injured driving to work only hours earlier and was in the hospital. Laurent apologized for wearing the mask and explained that he was getting over the flu and his employer required a mask. He pointed to the same black Peugeot across the street and apologized for any inconvenience. Paul and Chelsea could think of none. Without hesitation, they got into the rear seat; Laurent got behind the wheel and clicked on the child locks. He asked them about lunch, said it was one of his favorite places, and off they went in the direction of Caen, a half hour away.<br/><br/>Chelsea began grilling Laurent about his Frenchness. He claimed to be of Moroccan descent but his parents were both born in Lyon. They had tried to make him learn Arabic at home but it didn’t stick. He considered himself thoroughly French, though he was proudly Muslim. He informed them that there were over half a million Moroccans living in France.<br/><br/>On the outskirts of Bayeux, Laurent was talking away as he pulled a thin cord that was attached to an aerosol canister under the front passenger seat. Silently, a strong but odorless dose of nitrous oxide entered the airspace of the rear seat.<br/><br/>Laurent pinched his mask tighter on his nose. Chelsea was suddenly quiet. Paul pushed the button to crack a window but it was locked. He said, “Say, could you lower a window?”<br/><br/>“Sure. Let me turn here.” Laurent braked hard and skidded into a turn onto a gravel road.<br/><br/>“I’m dizzy,” Chelsea said.<br/><br/>“Where are we going?” Paul demanded. His words were slower, his tongue thick.<br/><br/>“One moment,” Laurent said, stopping the car. He turned off the ignition, opened his door, got out, and slammed it. Paul tried to open his too but it was locked. He yelled, “Open the door!” But his words were muffled. Outside, Laurent lowered his mask, stuck an inhaler in his mouth, and took a dose of pure oxygen. Paul was yelling and banging on the window. Seconds passed and he grew quiet.<br/><br/>When they were still, Laurent opened both rear doors to clear the air. The girl with the red curls appeared behind the wheel of a small, unmarked delivery van and parked it between the Peugeot and the highway in the distance. They were at the edge of a farm outside Bayeux. A dilapidated barn was the only building nearby.<br/><br/>“Put on a mask,” Laurent said. “And wait a moment.”<br/><br/>They watched the traffic from behind a thicket of saplings and wild shrubs. “Now.”<br/><br/>From her small first aid bag the girl removed two identical syringes with one-inch needles. She jabbed the first into Paul’s neck and gave him a one-cubic-centimeter dose of ketamine. The one for Chelsea went into her lovely left thigh.<br/><br/>Laurent opened his leather attaché case and removed a set of license plates and a screwdriver. As the girl kept watch, he swapped the front and back plates from the Peugeot. He gave the real ones to the girl, who slid them into her backpack and tossed it in the rear of the delivery truck, next to the orange bike. 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Paul in his fiercely starched naval whites, equally lean and bronzed and ready for command. Both quoted from memory sappy sonnets promising eternal love and bliss and plenty of children. Paul even read an embarrassing poem that made Chelsea cry. There was a close-up of her tears to prove it! For the benefit of her followers she posted a daily schedule of their honeymoon in Paris, evidently in the belief that they were the first couple in history to attempt such a romantic adventure.<br/><br/>The surveillance picked it apart and made plans accordingly. Following the young lovers was easy because their destinations and movements were so clearly telegraphed, and the thought of looking over their shoulders never crossed their minds. They had eyes only for each other. There was no one back there. After each thrilling visit to the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, Notre-Dame, Sacré-Coeur, and so on, the photos kept coming and the surveillance indexed them against Chelsea’s itinerary. The couple was punctual and keen to cover a lot of territory during their eight-day fantasy.<br/><br/>According to her musings on social media, limited of course to her select group of followers but ridiculously hackable, Chelsea fell in love with Paris as a ten-year-old when her mother took her there one summer. Her father and his doctor buddies splurged on an exotic fishing trip to Alaska, and in an act of revenge-shopping her mother called the travel agent. The girls spent a week in a small boutique hotel, rumored to be the favorite of Lauren Bacall, roamed the streets for hours each day, and had afternoon tea in the courtyard. When the tourist sites were too crowded they retreated to the Luxembourg Gardens where they sat in the shade near the Grand Pond and read books about Paris. Chelsea took all the French language courses she could in school and watched videos for hours. During her second year of college she qualified for a semester abroad and lived at the Sorbonne. While her American friends stuck together and tried to avoid speaking French, she spent weekends with her new French friends and their families. She never claimed to be fluent but was highly proficient and strove for improvement.<br/><br/>Long before he finally proposed, Paul knew precisely where they would honeymoon. He had never been to Paris, but after two years of courting Chelsea he felt as though he knew the city well. Far less enamored with social media than his bride, he made it clear that he was terribly excited about the trip. His priority was a long day trip to the beaches of Normandy. He came from a family of servicemen, and military history was his hobby.<br/><br/>On the fifth day, they left the hotel at 7 a.m. on schedule, a bit early for vacationers and honeymooners but the drive ahead of them would take three hours. They rode in the rear seat of a shiny black Peugeot with Malik at the wheel. The private car had been Paul’s idea because they could cover more territory and see more battle sites with a pro behind the wheel. Malik was very much the professional driver—black suit, crisp white shirt, black tie, perfect manners, and excellent language skills. With a captive audience, Chelsea immediately began chattering away in French and within minutes knew that Malik was from Senegal in West Africa, where he grew up speaking French, English, Wolof, and was now studying Japanese. It was good for business. He had been in Paris for fourteen years and had no plans to leave. His wife was a schoolteacher. They had three small children and lived with her parents in a suburb north of Paris.<br/><br/>Paul understood none of the conversation and was soon nodding off.<br/><br/>They went straight to the D-Day beaches, where Paul could have spent days wandering around, trying to grasp the enormity of the courage and carnage of that epic battle. At the American Cemetery, they were deeply moved by the magnitude of the manicured burial grounds, the sacred soil that held the remains of over three thousand American soldiers. Paul managed to locate the grave of a distant relative who died during the initial assault on Omaha Beach.<br/><br/>The concierge had booked lunch in a bistro in the town of Bayeux. Malik had taken other clients there and said the food was excellent. With a sly grin he said he had asked the owner to put on ice a bottle of local white wine, and it was already cold. He escorted them to the bistro, introduced them to the madam of the house, and left to go find lunch on his own. He would be back at 2 p.m. to retrieve them and continue the tour at the war museum in Caen.<br/><br/>Malik parked on a narrow street off the town square and found a seat at an outdoor café. It was midday in France, a crucial moment of the day when the French forget about everything but tending to the needs of their stomachs. The café was busy but not packed. He ordered a goat cheese salad and a bottle of sparkling water. As he waited, he checked his phone for messages and emails. It was a beautiful day in late April, sunny without a cloud to be seen.<br/><br/>He was halfway through his salad when a slim young woman in tight jeans appeared at his table and said, meekly, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I think I’m lost.” She had an innocent voice, a comely smile, and red curly hair. Her eyes were hidden by thick sunshades.<br/><br/>Ever the professional, and not wanting to interrupt his lunch, Malik said politely, “I’m from Paris and I don’t know this town very well.”<br/><br/>She offered an even bigger smile and said, “I’m trying to get to Paris.” Perfect unaccented French, obviously a native.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a man on an orange bicycle veered off the sidewalk and crashed into a nearby table where two Finnish tourists were having their lunch. Glasses, bottles, bowls, plates, flatware, food, water, wine, all went flying as the table flipped while everyone yelled. Water splashed onto the back of the girl with red curls. Malik jumped to his feet, as did others, to lend a hand. The girl deftly slipped two capsules of chloral hydrate into his glass of water.<br/><br/>Waiters were quick on the scene. The cyclist got to his feet, apologizing profusely and offering to pay for his damages. Lunch was ruined but the Finns were too shocked to be angry. They wiped food from their shirts as they tried to compose themselves. A waiter led them to another table and promised quick service. The cyclist kept apologizing. Malik would remember that he had a slight accent and was probably of North African descent.<br/><br/>Once order was restored and everything was back to normal, Malik sat down to finish his lunch. The girl was gone and forgotten, but fifteen minutes later she reappeared and sat across from him as his head began to nod. “What do you want?” he asked, his words slurring.<br/><br/>“Are you okay?” she asked in a louder voice.<br/><br/>“What do you want?”<br/><br/>“Let’s talk about Paris, shall we? Are you okay?”<br/><br/>“I’m not sure. I’m not sure. I can’t see very well.”<br/><br/>She clutched his hand on the table as if they were friends. The chloral hydrate hit hard and he began to slump. She slid his plate and glass to the side. When he fell from the chair, she exclaimed, “Oh my God! He’s having a heart attack. Please! It’s an emergency!”<br/><br/>Having just recovered from one jolting interruption to their lunch, the other diners were slow to react to a second one. The girl was kneeling next to Malik, touching his chest and his forehead, speaking loudly, begging for help. In the midst of her histrionics she managed to take his keys from a pants pocket. When Malik failed to respond, a waiter took charge and checked his pulse. The girl cried and shrieked as if he was dying, and as she backed away she managed to tip over his glass of water. More chaos. Another tourist claimed to be a doctor and knelt down to examine Malik, who was not responding. The girl continued to back away as the crowd grew. By the time the ambulance arrived, she had vanished again.<br/><br/>Inside the restaurant down the street, Paul and Chelsea lunched on grilled sole and sipped cold wine. Paul was eager to see the D-Day museum in Caen, the largest of many in Normandy. Chelsea cared little for the military stuff but gamely hung on. Tomorrow she would drag him to an exhibition of modernist sculpture. Back and forth, the ping-pong game that would prove crucial to a happy marriage. They heard a siren in the distance but thought nothing of it. No one else in the restaurant stopped eating to look around.<br/><br/>The reckless bike rider changed quickly into all black—suit, shoes, tie. Only the shirt was white. For a nice touch he added a smart black chauffeur’s cap. He took Malik’s Peugeot for a spin around town to get a feel for it and to check his routes. He filled the tank, then waited on a bench across the street from the restaurant. He covered his mouth and nose with a light blue disposable mask.<br/><br/>At 1:50, Paul and Chelsea emerged and reached for their sunglasses. Their new driver waved at them and turned on the charm. He said his name was Laurent and he was from the same car company. He gave them a business card as he explained that Malik was rushing back to Paris by train to see about his wife. She had been injured driving to work only hours earlier and was in the hospital. Laurent apologized for wearing the mask and explained that he was getting over the flu and his employer required a mask. He pointed to the same black Peugeot across the street and apologized for any inconvenience. Paul and Chelsea could think of none. Without hesitation, they got into the rear seat; Laurent got behind the wheel and clicked on the child locks. He asked them about lunch, said it was one of his favorite places, and off they went in the direction of Caen, a half hour away.<br/><br/>Chelsea began grilling Laurent about his Frenchness. He claimed to be of Moroccan descent but his parents were both born in Lyon. They had tried to make him learn Arabic at home but it didn’t stick. He considered himself thoroughly French, though he was proudly Muslim. He informed them that there were over half a million Moroccans living in France.<br/><br/>On the outskirts of Bayeux, Laurent was talking away as he pulled a thin cord that was attached to an aerosol canister under the front passenger seat. Silently, a strong but odorless dose of nitrous oxide entered the airspace of the rear seat.<br/><br/>Laurent pinched his mask tighter on his nose. Chelsea was suddenly quiet. Paul pushed the button to crack a window but it was locked. He said, “Say, could you lower a window?”<br/><br/>“Sure. Let me turn here.” Laurent braked hard and skidded into a turn onto a gravel road.<br/><br/>“I’m dizzy,” Chelsea said.<br/><br/>“Where are we going?” Paul demanded. His words were slower, his tongue thick.<br/><br/>“One moment,” Laurent said, stopping the car. He turned off the ignition, opened his door, got out, and slammed it. Paul tried to open his too but it was locked. He yelled, “Open the door!” But his words were muffled. Outside, Laurent lowered his mask, stuck an inhaler in his mouth, and took a dose of pure oxygen. Paul was yelling and banging on the window. Seconds passed and he grew quiet.<br/><br/>When they were still, Laurent opened both rear doors to clear the air. 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Pete is the illustrator of the <em>New York Times</em> bestselling Food Group series by Jory John and the Cranky series by Phuc Tran as well as many other picture books. When Pete is not working on books, he is helping to uplift many of the most successful animated franchises as a character designer, concept artist, and production designer. Pete lives in Los Angeles, California, with his wife and three sons.</p></p>\"},{\"id\":\"131343954T\",\"type\":\"Fatbrain Author Description\",\"linkText\":\"Author Description\",\"typeId\":\"1102\",\"abbr\":\"FBA\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p><p><strong>Jory John</strong> is a #1 <em>New York Times</em> bestselling author and two-time E. B. White Read Aloud Honor recipient. 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What if Ama is angry? What if she yells? What if she kicks Mei Mei out of her house? Mei Mei can't face it. But when Mimi, the innocent cat who witnesses her crime, ends up being blamed, the guilt is too much! Mimi's accusing eyes follow Mei Mei until she just can't take it anymore, and the truth comes spilling out.With vibrant and moody cinematic illustrations and pitch-perfect pacing, X. Fang's newest picture book is filled to the brim with comedic drama and the comforting sweetness of a grandparent's forgiving hug.","<b>A <i>New York Times</i>/New York Public Library Best Illustrated Children’s Book! • Join Mei Mei on her hilarious and emotional journey in this dramatic and tenderhearted picture book about guilt and forgiveness, from the acclaimed creator of <i>We Are Definitely Human</i>.</b><br><br>When Mei Mei accidentally breaks her ama's favorite cup, she's convinced it's the end of the world. What if Ama is angry? What if she yells? What if she kicks Mei Mei out of her house? 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Cinematic framing and clever use of perspective draw readers into Mei Mei’s inner world and show how a young child experiences difficult feelings, turning an everyday accident into a relatable tale of honesty, repair and love.\\\" <b><i>—New York Times</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Warm, tender and informative, little ones will learn the power of honesty and communication in this gorgeous picture book.\\\" <b>—Barnes & Noble</b><br/><br/>\\\"Fang makes room for both laugh-out-loud humor and moments of genuine empathy; rife with homey details, her softly rounded illustrations exude warmth. . . . A common childhood experience, conveyed with an uncommon mix of sensitivity, mirth, and heart.\\\" <b><i>—</i>STARRED REVIEW, <i>Kirkus Reviews<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"This flawless picture book teaches young readers that with honesty, love, and a little glue, there is no mistake too big to fix. Fang is back with a heartwarming tale of a universal childhood (and adulthood) experience: breaking something important. . . . This is a perfect fit for SEL ­lessons about owning up to one’s mistakes and ­asking for forgiveness. A must-buy and ideal read-aloud for all libraries.\\\" <b><i>—</i>STARRED REVIEW, <i>School Library Journal<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"<i>Broken,</i> yet another winning picture book by author/illustrator X. Fang, describes a passionate, child-centered experience that includes boredom, crisis, redemption, and . . . cake!\\\" <b><i>—</i>STARRED REVIEW, <i>Shelf Awareness <br/><br/></i></b>\\\"Peace settles over the living room with the understanding that objects and trust alike become more precious for having been lovingly mended.\\\" <b><i>—Publishers Weekly<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"Digitally colored pencil drawings convey the high drama of a child’s emotions . . . 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Mei Mei’s emotional roller coaster is comically but unmistakably telegraphed in Fang’s depictions of faces and gestures, and kids who need a reminder that accidents happen will be especially heartened by the warm resolution.\\\" <b><i>—Booklist<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"Balancing visual humor with tenderness, Fang has crafted a tale that ultimately reassures while provoking genuine giggles.\\\" <b><i>—</i>Mahnaz Dar,<i> Kirkus Reviews<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"<i>Broken</i> is about the unbreakable bond between a grandmother and her grandchild, and also the reassuring truth that many things that are broken can be repaired.\\\" <b><i>—Imaginary Elevators</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"The impeccable pacing of the back and forth, laugh-out-loud stare-off between Mei Mei and Mimi heightens the tension of the narrative as the little girl’s growing guilty conscience urges her to tell the truth. 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This story is simple, but soothing, and a reminder that what’s broken can always be fixed (and to perhaps not trust cats, who are always up to something).\\\" <b><i>—The Southern Bookseller</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"130258927T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>A 2025 <i>New York Times</i>/New York Public Library Best Illustrated Children's Book<br/>A 2026 Barnes & Noble Best Picture Book of the Year<br/>An American Library Association Notable Children's Book of 2026 <br/>A <i>Kirkus Reviews </i>Best Picture Book of the Year <br/>One of <i>Kirkus Reviews</i>' 90 Most Anticipated Fall Books for Young Readers, 2025<br/>A 2026 Bank Street College Best Children's Book of the Year<br/>A 2025 Heather's Pick<br/>A Barnes &Noble's Best Kids' Books of 2026 (So Far) Pick<br/>A New York Public Library Best Book for Kids of 2025<br/>A Chicago Public Library Best Book of 2025<br/>A Texas Library Association 2x2 Reading List Pick, 2026<br/>An NPR \\\"Books We Love\\\" Selection of 2025<br/>A 2026 BRAW Amazing Bookshelf Selection<br/>A 2025 Kids Indie Next Pick for November/December<br/>An <i>NY Mag</i> Best Kids Book of 2025<br/>A <i>Smithsonian Magazine</i> Best Children's Book of 2025<br/>Shortlisted for the Barnes & Noble Children's & YA Book Awards 2026<br/>One of the Evanston Public Library's 101 Great Books for Kids of 2025<br/>One of Pen America's Best Children's Books of 2025<br/>A <i>Children's Book Review</i> Best Picture Book of 2025<br/>A <i>Brightly</i> Best Picture Book of 2025<br/>Nominated for the 2027 Washington Children's Choice Book Award<br/>A 2026 Saskatchewan Young Readers Choice Snow Willow Award Nominee<br/>Southern California Indie Bestseller<br/>A Pennsylvania Center for the Book's Best Children's Book for Family Literacy</b> <p/>\\\"Fang's illustrations are rich with color and texture. Cinematic framing and clever use of perspective draw readers into Mei Mei's inner world and show how a young child experiences difficult feelings, turning an everyday accident into a relatable tale of honesty, repair and love.\\\" <b><i>--New York Times</i></b> <p/>\\\"Warm, tender and informative, little ones will learn the power of honesty and communication in this gorgeous picture book.\\\" <b>--Barnes & Noble</b> <p/>\\\"Fang makes room for both laugh-out-loud humor and moments of genuine empathy; rife with homey details, her softly rounded illustrations exude warmth. . . . A common childhood experience, conveyed with an uncommon mix of sensitivity, mirth, and heart.\\\" <b><i>--</i>STARRED REVIEW, <i>Kirkus Reviews <p/></i></b>\\\"This flawless picture book teaches young readers that with honesty, love, and a little glue, there is no mistake too big to fix. 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Mei Mei's emotional roller coaster is comically but unmistakably telegraphed in Fang's depictions of faces and gestures, and kids who need a reminder that accidents happen will be especially heartened by the warm resolution.\\\" <b><i>--Booklist <p/></i></b>\\\"Balancing visual humor with tenderness, Fang has crafted a tale that ultimately reassures while provoking genuine giggles.\\\" <b><i>--</i>Mahnaz Dar, <i> Kirkus Reviews <p/></i></b>\\\"<i>Broken</i> is about the unbreakable bond between a grandmother and her grandchild, and also the reassuring truth that many things that are broken can be repaired.\\\" <b><i>--Imaginary Elevators</i></b> <p/>\\\"The impeccable pacing of the back and forth, laugh-out-loud stare-off between Mei Mei and Mimi heightens the tension of the narrative as the little girl's growing guilty conscience urges her to tell the truth. 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The treasure is on loan from its permanent home at the Metropolitan Museum of New Avignon for nine months and will travel to seven different museums around the world. Tickets to the London exhibition have been sold out for more than a year.</i><br> <br><i>The hoard, one of the largest ever discovered at a single burial site, is of significant historical importance as the runes and hieroglyphs that adorn many of the items reveal new information about Mesopotamian society, culture, and politics that had been previously unknown to historians.</i><br><br>He turned back to the boots, massaging the oily polish into the leather and then beginning to buff it with a brush.<br> <br>Somewhere down the road an exhaust backfired and a blue van rumbled past. The word “Guttknot” was etched in white on the flaking paint. Tom ducked his head low and tucked his arms in, trying to make himself as small as possible. After a few moments he risked a glance through the legs of passing pedestrians, but he couldn’t see the van. Then he realized he couldn’t hear it either. His hand paused its brushing. Was that a vehicle door closing? A sound followed that froze him. It was the <i>clip, clip, clip</i> of a metal-tipped staff striking the paving stones in time with its owner’s steps. Tom snapped his head up to see Cyril Borthwick, a workhouse agent, wandering toward them.<br> <br>The shiny brass buckles of Borthwick’s uniform glinted in the morning sunshine, as did the silver globe on the top of his staff. Borthwick wasn’t a particularly tall man, but he was strong looking, with thick forearms, powerful shoulders, and a bull neck. A huge dark moustache drooped down below his jawline, and bushy whiskers spread across the edges of his cheeks and up to a ring of hair that circled a perfectly smooth crown.<br> <br>Tom gave a shrill whistle. Maxine glanced up at Tom and then across to Borthwick. After a quick look of understanding, she gathered up her ball and cups, picked up the foldaway table, and grabbed Bernie by his jacket collar before dashing down a side alley.<br> <br>“Nearly done, mister,” said Tom, attempting a grin that felt as thin as paper. He was a rat caught in a trap. He had to think fast.<br> <br>Tom kept his head down and concentrated on buffing the boots. They were now shining brilliantly, but still he kept the polishing cloth gliding back and forth as the shrill tapping of Borthwick’s staff grew louder.<br> <br>The bearded man looked up from his paper. “Can I help?” he asked gruffly.<br> <br>“Good morning,” said Borthwick. He offered a grin, but it was little more than a baring of his teeth. One of his top front ones was missing. “Cyril Borthwick. I am a constable of this parish.”<br> <br>Tom’s jaw tightened. A constable. That might be his official title, but Tom knew what Borthwick really was. A child-snatcher. A slaver. A killer. His eyes darted around, his mind whirring as he tried to judge the best moment to make a break for it.<br> <br>The bearded man eyed Borthwick up and down and then gazed at the ornate silver globe at the top of the mace.<br> <br>“A church constable, I presume? Not an actual officer of the law?”<br> <br>Borthwick’s face stiffened, but then another toothy smile filled the small void beneath his moustache. “Indeed so. But to my parishioners, I am one and the same. A protector, a servant, a hand that keeps the peace and upholds the law.”<br> <br>“Uh-huh. And how may I help you, Mr. Borthwick? I am neither of this parish, nor, I believe, in contravention of any of its by-laws.”<br> <br>“Oh, my dear sir, it is not you for whom I stop. Indeed, I welcome you to our little corner of this great city and wish you well on this fine day.” Borthwick indicated Tom with the tip of his staff. “It’s this lad here I want. As one of the guardians of this community, I have been charged by the church elders, and their parishioners, to help the young and helpless in our community find new opportunities and purpose in their lives. The young and helpless like this lad here.”<br> <br>The bearded man peered down at Tom. “He doesn’t look helpless to me. Making a way for himself in the world.”<br> <br>“Ah, but he’s homeless and vulnerable.”<br> <br>The bearded man folded his paper away and looked down at Tom. “You homeless, lad?”<br> <br>Tom was about to answer, but Borthwick spoke first. “With respect, sir, I am quite au fait—”<br> <br>“Nonsense. He’s performing a trade,” interrupted the bearded man. “A good little job. Practical. You’re still allowed to practice trades, aren’t you, Mr. Borthwick?”<br> <br>“Yes, yes, indeed you are,” said Borthwick, beginning to get flustered. “But my job is to clean up the streets—”<br> <br>“Ah, I <i>see</i>. So that’s it. The boy’s an eyesore that your parishioners don’t want on their picturesque streets?”<br> <br>Borthwick’s tongue flicked in and out. “No, I didn’t say that. I’m here to offer him an <i>opportunity</i>. A roof over his head, regular meals, and a job that helps serve our society.”<br> <br>The bearded man barked a laugh. “Oh, so that’s how they’re selling workhouse slavery now, is it?” He turned so that he was facing Borthwick square on, moving between Tom and the workhouse agent, his long coat sweeping around to obscure the boy from sight. Tom looked up to see that the man had crossed his hands behind his back. The forefinger of one hand extended and started to jab toward an alleyway that ran down the side of Fermian’s.<br> <br>“Do you know what the true blight on this city is, Mr. Borthwick?” said the man, now stabbing the forefinger of his other hand into Borthwick’s fleshy abdomen. “It’s people like you, hiding under the guise of social justice when…”<br> <br>As quickly and as quietly as he could, Tom wrapped his hat around the coins and then crammed them into his pocket and grabbed the toolbox just as the bearded man cried, “Take your hands off me, sir!”<br> <br>He looked up to see the two men scuffling.<br> <br>“You will move along!” roared Borthwick. “That boy is coming with me!”<br> <br>The bearded man staggered backward, then regained his balance by grabbing Borthwick’s lapels, tugging them down, and forcing the agent into a crouch. As he did so, he spun to stare at Tom. “Get going, boy!” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Or it’ll be the workhouse for you!”<br> <br>Tom was up and off, sprinting down the alleyway that curved around the back of Fermian’s and into a network of dank and narrow lanes beyond. Behind him he could hear Borthwick roaring and then footsteps running his way. Tom glanced back to see two other snatchers had emerged from the van and were pursuing him.<br> <br>He bent his head and ran harder, ducking right and then right again down narrow alleys until he burst back onto Rue Notre-Dame. His best chance of escape was in the chaos of the busiest streets. He zigzagged, sidestepped, and pirouetted his way through the crowds, reaching up and plucking a flat cap from a passerby and jamming it onto his head. He skipped past a stall selling flowers, grabbing one of the handles and spinning the stall on its wheels. He could hear one of his pursuers swearing as he collided with the stall and was sent tumbling to the ground.<br> <br>As they approached Bond Street metro station Tom saw a gaggle of smartly dressed schoolchildren marching in neat lines down the steps to the entrance. He slipped in behind them and delicately swapped the flat cap he had stolen with the spiffy blue cap belonging to a boy at the rear of the line. It was done so quickly and so smoothly that the boy didn’t notice. Tom jostled in between the children, slipping a scarf from the shoulders of one and draping it around his neck, then merged among their number as they passed through the ticket barriers.<br> <br>Reaching the platform, Tom began to gently drift away among the milling throng of commuters waiting for the train, his new hat pulled down over his eyes, the scarf wrapped tight around his face. Just behind them, he saw his other pursuer push his way onto the platform and shove his way through the crowd. An expression of triumph on his gnarled features, the snatcher reached out and grabbed ahold of the boy in the flat cap, a look of utter bemusement falling across his features when he realized the child was in school uniform—a look which then turned to panic as the children’s teacher began to beat him away with an umbrella.<br> <br>Tom, grinning, slunk back into the crowd.\"},{\"id\":\"119158607T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Chapter One: Sleight of Hand and Foot Chapter One SLEIGHT OF HAND AND FOOT <br>It was a crisp autumn morning and Tom Morgan was sitting on a stool on the roadside just outside Fermian’s Café on Rue Notre-Dame—which had once been known as Oxford Street—the sun shining brightly and adding a welcome warmth to the cool air. Cabs, motor cars, and buses rattled over the cobbles in either direction, and the branches of the cork trees, brought there by the French thirty years earlier, swayed gently overhead, casting flickering silhouettes on the smooth gray stone of the buildings across the street.<br> <br>The scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries drifted tantalizingly—<i>agonizingly</i>—from the open doors of Fermian’s, accompanied by the gentle sounds of a jazz record on the gramophone by the bar and the chink of cups and saucers.<br> <br>Just a few doors down the street, Tom could see Maxine and Bernie unfolding a portable table.<br> <br>“Magic ball trick!” Maxine began to call out to passersby. “Stop and see a magic ball trick! Guess which cup it’s under and double your money!”<br> <br>A thickset man with a dark beard appeared beside Tom and gave one of the legs of his stool a nudge with the toe of a hobnail boot.<br> <br>“How much for a shine?” he asked.<br> <br>Tom glanced warily up at the man’s face, scanning his features to check whether he knew him. There was always a risk that he could be a policeman, a workhouse agent, or worst of all, a previous mark. But the tanned face behind the dark beard wasn’t one Tom recognized, so he relaxed and looked down at the boots, which were badly scuffed and well worn. Tom puffed his cheeks and then sucked his teeth in ponderous thought. “Quite a bit of work to do there, mister,” he said at last. “But I should be able to get them up to scratch for three francs.”<br> <br>“See what you can do for two,” said the man, and he tossed the coins into the upturned hat lying by Tom’s feet.<br> <br>“Right you are, sir,” said Tom, and slapped a polishing cloth on the box in front of him, just as his old friend and mentor Morris used to do. The man rested his left boot on it. Tom flipped open a toolbox beside the stool and lifted out a dog-eared copy of <i>The Count of Monte Cristo</i>, underneath which he kept every item a shoeshiner could ever need, and got to work.<br> <br>The man pulled a newspaper from his coat pocket and began to read, humming along absently to the music coming from Fermian’s. Tom let his mind wander as he scrubbed the dirt from the cracks in the leather. Then he reached into the toolbox and withdrew two tins of polish. “Which color you after, mister?” he asked.<br> <br>The man pulled back a corner of the paper and looked down. “The darker one,” he said, then went back to reading, leaving Tom staring up at a front-page headline: TREASURE FOR THE AGES GOES ON TOUR followed by the subheading THE ANCIENT BURIAL HOARD OF SARGON THE GREAT OF MESOPOTAMIA BEGINS WORLD TOUR. Intrigued, Tom scanned the opening lines of the article while unscrewing the lid of the polish and dabbing a cloth into the oily glop within.<br><br><i>The long-lost treasure of the twenty-fourth and twenty-third century BC Mesopotamian ruler, Sargon the Great, discovered just three years ago by archaeologists from the University of New Avignon, begins its world tour tomorrow with a grand opening at the British Museum. The treasure is on loan from its permanent home at the Metropolitan Museum of New Avignon for nine months and will travel to seven different museums around the world. Tickets to the London exhibition have been sold out for more than a year.</i><br> <br><i>The hoard, one of the largest ever discovered at a single burial site, is of significant historical importance as the runes and hieroglyphs that adorn many of the items reveal new information about Mesopotamian society, culture, and politics that had been previously unknown to historians.</i><br><br>He turned back to the boots, massaging the oily polish into the leather and then beginning to buff it with a brush.<br> <br>Somewhere down the road an exhaust backfired and a blue van rumbled past. The word “Guttknot” was etched in white on the flaking paint. Tom ducked his head low and tucked his arms in, trying to make himself as small as possible. After a few moments he risked a glance through the legs of passing pedestrians, but he couldn’t see the van. Then he realized he couldn’t hear it either. His hand paused its brushing. Was that a vehicle door closing? A sound followed that froze him. It was the <i>clip, clip, clip</i> of a metal-tipped staff striking the paving stones in time with its owner’s steps. Tom snapped his head up to see Cyril Borthwick, a workhouse agent, wandering toward them.<br> <br>The shiny brass buckles of Borthwick’s uniform glinted in the morning sunshine, as did the silver globe on the top of his staff. Borthwick wasn’t a particularly tall man, but he was strong looking, with thick forearms, powerful shoulders, and a bull neck. A huge dark moustache drooped down below his jawline, and bushy whiskers spread across the edges of his cheeks and up to a ring of hair that circled a perfectly smooth crown.<br> <br>Tom gave a shrill whistle. Maxine glanced up at Tom and then across to Borthwick. After a quick look of understanding, she gathered up her ball and cups, picked up the foldaway table, and grabbed Bernie by his jacket collar before dashing down a side alley.<br> <br>“Nearly done, mister,” said Tom, attempting a grin that felt as thin as paper. He was a rat caught in a trap. He had to think fast.<br> <br>Tom kept his head down and concentrated on buffing the boots. They were now shining brilliantly, but still he kept the polishing cloth gliding back and forth as the shrill tapping of Borthwick’s staff grew louder.<br> <br>The bearded man looked up from his paper. “Can I help?” he asked gruffly.<br> <br>“Good morning,” said Borthwick. He offered a grin, but it was little more than a baring of his teeth. One of his top front ones was missing. “Cyril Borthwick. I am a constable of this parish.”<br> <br>Tom’s jaw tightened. A constable. That might be his official title, but Tom knew what Borthwick really was. A child-snatcher. A slaver. A killer. His eyes darted around, his mind whirring as he tried to judge the best moment to make a break for it.<br> <br>The bearded man eyed Borthwick up and down and then gazed at the ornate silver globe at the top of the mace.<br> <br>“A church constable, I presume? Not an actual officer of the law?”<br> <br>Borthwick’s face stiffened, but then another toothy smile filled the small void beneath his moustache. “Indeed so. But to my parishioners, I am one and the same. A protector, a servant, a hand that keeps the peace and upholds the law.”<br> <br>“Uh-huh. And how may I help you, Mr. Borthwick? I am neither of this parish, nor, I believe, in contravention of any of its by-laws.”<br> <br>“Oh, my dear sir, it is not you for whom I stop. Indeed, I welcome you to our little corner of this great city and wish you well on this fine day.” Borthwick indicated Tom with the tip of his staff. “It’s this lad here I want. As one of the guardians of this community, I have been charged by the church elders, and their parishioners, to help the young and helpless in our community find new opportunities and purpose in their lives. The young and helpless like this lad here.”<br> <br>The bearded man peered down at Tom. “He doesn’t look helpless to me. Making a way for himself in the world.”<br> <br>“Ah, but he’s homeless and vulnerable.”<br> <br>The bearded man folded his paper away and looked down at Tom. “You homeless, lad?”<br> <br>Tom was about to answer, but Borthwick spoke first. “With respect, sir, I am quite au fait—”<br> <br>“Nonsense. He’s performing a trade,” interrupted the bearded man. “A good little job. Practical. You’re still allowed to practice trades, aren’t you, Mr. Borthwick?”<br> <br>“Yes, yes, indeed you are,” said Borthwick, beginning to get flustered. “But my job is to clean up the streets—”<br> <br>“Ah, I <i>see</i>. So that’s it. The boy’s an eyesore that your parishioners don’t want on their picturesque streets?”<br> <br>Borthwick’s tongue flicked in and out. “No, I didn’t say that. I’m here to offer him an <i>opportunity</i>. A roof over his head, regular meals, and a job that helps serve our society.”<br> <br>The bearded man barked a laugh. “Oh, so that’s how they’re selling workhouse slavery now, is it?” He turned so that he was facing Borthwick square on, moving between Tom and the workhouse agent, his long coat sweeping around to obscure the boy from sight. Tom looked up to see that the man had crossed his hands behind his back. The forefinger of one hand extended and started to jab toward an alleyway that ran down the side of Fermian’s.<br> <br>“Do you know what the true blight on this city is, Mr. Borthwick?” said the man, now stabbing the forefinger of his other hand into Borthwick’s fleshy abdomen. “It’s people like you, hiding under the guise of social justice when…”<br> <br>As quickly and as quietly as he could, Tom wrapped his hat around the coins and then crammed them into his pocket and grabbed the toolbox just as the bearded man cried, “Take your hands off me, sir!”<br> <br>He looked up to see the two men scuffling.<br> <br>“You will move along!” roared Borthwick. “That boy is coming with me!”<br> <br>The bearded man staggered backward, then regained his balance by grabbing Borthwick’s lapels, tugging them down, and forcing the agent into a crouch. As he did so, he spun to stare at Tom. “Get going, boy!” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Or it’ll be the workhouse for you!”<br> <br>Tom was up and off, sprinting down the alleyway that curved around the back of Fermian’s and into a network of dank and narrow lanes beyond. Behind him he could hear Borthwick roaring and then footsteps running his way. Tom glanced back to see two other snatchers had emerged from the van and were pursuing him.<br> <br>He bent his head and ran harder, ducking right and then right again down narrow alleys until he burst back onto Rue Notre-Dame. His best chance of escape was in the chaos of the busiest streets. He zigzagged, sidestepped, and pirouetted his way through the crowds, reaching up and plucking a flat cap from a passerby and jamming it onto his head. He skipped past a stall selling flowers, grabbing one of the handles and spinning the stall on its wheels. He could hear one of his pursuers swearing as he collided with the stall and was sent tumbling to the ground.<br> <br>As they approached Bond Street metro station Tom saw a gaggle of smartly dressed schoolchildren marching in neat lines down the steps to the entrance. He slipped in behind them and delicately swapped the flat cap he had stolen with the spiffy blue cap belonging to a boy at the rear of the line. It was done so quickly and so smoothly that the boy didn’t notice. Tom jostled in between the children, slipping a scarf from the shoulders of one and draping it around his neck, then merged among their number as they passed through the ticket barriers.<br> <br>Reaching the platform, Tom began to gently drift away among the milling throng of commuters waiting for the train, his new hat pulled down over his eyes, the scarf wrapped tight around his face. Just behind them, he saw his other pursuer push his way onto the platform and shove his way through the crowd. An expression of triumph on his gnarled features, the snatcher reached out and grabbed ahold of the boy in the flat cap, a look of utter bemusement falling across his features when he realized the child was in school uniform—a look which then turned to panic as the children’s teacher began to beat him away with an umbrella.<br> <br>Tom, grinning, slunk back into the crowd.\"},{\"id\":\"114938623T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"Chapter One&#58; Sleight of Hand and Foot Chapter One SLEIGHT OF HAND AND FOOT <BR>It was a crisp autumn morning and Tom Morgan was sitting on a stool on the roadside just outside Fermian&rsquo;s Caf&#233; on Rue Notre&#151;Dame&#8212;which had once been known as Oxford Street&#8212;the sun shining brightly and adding a welcome warmth to the cool air. Cabs, motor cars, and buses rattled over the cobbles in either direction, and the branches of the cork trees, brought there by the French thirty years earlier, swayed gently overhead, casting flickering silhouettes on the smooth gray stone of the buildings across the street.<BR> <BR>The scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries drifted tantalizingly&#8212;<i>agonizingly</i>&#8212;from the open doors of Fermian&rsquo;s, accompanied by the gentle sounds of a jazz record on the gramophone by the bar and the chink of cups and saucers.<BR> <BR>Just a few doors down the street, Tom could see Maxine and Bernie unfolding a portable table.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Magic ball trick!&rdquo; Maxine began to call out to passersby. &ldquo;Stop and see a magic ball trick! Guess which cup it&rsquo;s under and double your money!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>A thickset man with a dark beard appeared beside Tom and gave one of the legs of his stool a nudge with the toe of a hobnail boot.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;How much for a shine?&rdquo; he asked.<BR> <BR>Tom glanced warily up at the man&rsquo;s face, scanning his features to check whether he knew him. There was always a risk that he could be a policeman, a workhouse agent, or worst of all, a previous mark. But the tanned face behind the dark beard wasn&rsquo;t one Tom recognized, so he relaxed and looked down at the boots, which were badly scuffed and well worn. Tom puffed his cheeks and then sucked his teeth in ponderous thought. &ldquo;Quite a bit of work to do there, mister,&rdquo; he said at last. &ldquo;But I should be able to get them up to scratch for three francs.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;See what you can do for two,&rdquo; said the man, and he tossed the coins into the upturned hat lying by Tom&rsquo;s feet.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Right you are, sir,&rdquo; said Tom, and slapped a polishing cloth on the box in front of him, just as his old friend and mentor Morris used to do. The man rested his left boot on it. Tom flipped open a toolbox beside the stool and lifted out a dog&#151;eared copy of <i>The Count of Monte Cristo</i>, underneath which he kept every item a shoeshiner could ever need, and got to work.<BR> <BR>The man pulled a newspaper from his coat pocket and began to read, humming along absently to the music coming from Fermian&rsquo;s. Tom let his mind wander as he scrubbed the dirt from the cracks in the leather. Then he reached into the toolbox and withdrew two tins of polish. &ldquo;Which color you after, mister?&rdquo; he asked.<BR> <BR>The man pulled back a corner of the paper and looked down. &ldquo;The darker one,&rdquo; he said, then went back to reading, leaving Tom staring up at a front&#151;page headline&#58; TREASURE FOR THE AGES GOES ON TOUR followed by the subheading THE ANCIENT BURIAL HOARD OF SARGON THE GREAT OF MESOPOTAMIA BEGINS WORLD TOUR. Intrigued, Tom scanned the opening lines of the article while unscrewing the lid of the polish and dabbing a cloth into the oily glop within.<BR><BR><i>The long&#151;lost treasure of the twenty&#151;fourth and twenty&#151;third century BC Mesopotamian ruler, Sargon the Great, discovered just three years ago by archaeologists from the University of New Avignon, begins its world tour tomorrow with a grand opening at the British Museum. The treasure is on loan from its permanent home at the Metropolitan Museum of New Avignon for nine months and will travel to seven different museums around the world. Tickets to the London exhibition have been sold out for more than a year.</i><BR> <BR><i>The hoard, one of the largest ever discovered at a single burial site, is of significant historical importance as the runes and hieroglyphs that adorn many of the items reveal new information about Mesopotamian society, culture, and politics that had been previously unknown to historians.</i><BR><BR>He turned back to the boots, massaging the oily polish into the leather and then beginning to buff it with a brush.<BR> <BR>Somewhere down the road an exhaust backfired and a blue van rumbled past. The word &ldquo;Guttknot&rdquo; was etched in white on the flaking paint. Tom ducked his head low and tucked his arms in, trying to make himself as small as possible. After a few moments he risked a glance through the legs of passing pedestrians, but he couldn&rsquo;t see the van. Then he realized he couldn&rsquo;t hear it either. His hand paused its brushing. Was that a vehicle door closing? A sound followed that froze him. It was the <i>clip, clip, clip</i> of a metal&#151;tipped staff striking the paving stones in time with its owner&rsquo;s steps. Tom snapped his head up to see Cyril Borthwick, a workhouse agent, wandering toward them.<BR> <BR>The shiny brass buckles of Borthwick&rsquo;s uniform glinted in the morning sunshine, as did the silver globe on the top of his staff. Borthwick wasn&rsquo;t a particularly tall man, but he was strong looking, with thick forearms, powerful shoulders, and a bull neck. A huge dark moustache drooped down below his jawline, and bushy whiskers spread across the edges of his cheeks and up to a ring of hair that circled a perfectly smooth crown.<BR> <BR>Tom gave a shrill whistle. Maxine glanced up at Tom and then across to Borthwick. After a quick look of understanding, she gathered up her ball and cups, picked up the foldaway table, and grabbed Bernie by his jacket collar before dashing down a side alley.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Nearly done, mister,&rdquo; said Tom, attempting a grin that felt as thin as paper. He was a rat caught in a trap. He had to think fast.<BR> <BR>Tom kept his head down and concentrated on buffing the boots. They were now shining brilliantly, but still he kept the polishing cloth gliding back and forth as the shrill tapping of Borthwick&rsquo;s staff grew louder.<BR> <BR>The bearded man looked up from his paper. &ldquo;Can I help?&rdquo; he asked gruffly.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Good morning,&rdquo; said Borthwick. He offered a grin, but it was little more than a baring of his teeth. One of his top front ones was missing. &ldquo;Cyril Borthwick. I am a constable of this parish.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Tom&rsquo;s jaw tightened. A constable. That might be his official title, but Tom knew what Borthwick really was. A child&#151;snatcher. A slaver. A killer. His eyes darted around, his mind whirring as he tried to judge the best moment to make a break for it.<BR> <BR>The bearded man eyed Borthwick up and down and then gazed at the ornate silver globe at the top of the mace.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;A church constable, I presume? Not an actual officer of the law?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Borthwick&rsquo;s face stiffened, but then another toothy smile filled the small void beneath his moustache. &ldquo;Indeed so. But to my parishioners, I am one and the same. A protector, a servant, a hand that keeps the peace and upholds the law.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Uh&#151;huh. And how may I help you, Mr. Borthwick? I am neither of this parish, nor, I believe, in contravention of any of its by&#151;laws.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Oh, my dear sir, it is not you for whom I stop. Indeed, I welcome you to our little corner of this great city and wish you well on this fine day.&rdquo; Borthwick indicated Tom with the tip of his staff. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s this lad here I want. As one of the guardians of this community, I have been charged by the church elders, and their parishioners, to help the young and helpless in our community find new opportunities and purpose in their lives. The young and helpless like this lad here.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The bearded man peered down at Tom. &ldquo;He doesn&rsquo;t look helpless to me. Making a way for himself in the world.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Ah, but he&rsquo;s homeless and vulnerable.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The bearded man folded his paper away and looked down at Tom. &ldquo;You homeless, lad?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Tom was about to answer, but Borthwick spoke first. &ldquo;With respect, sir, I am quite au fait&#8212;&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Nonsense. He&rsquo;s performing a trade,&rdquo; interrupted the bearded man. &ldquo;A good little job. Practical. You&rsquo;re still allowed to practice trades, aren&rsquo;t you, Mr. Borthwick?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Yes, yes, indeed you are,&rdquo; said Borthwick, beginning to get flustered. &ldquo;But my job is to clean up the streets&#8212;&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Ah, I <i>see</i>. So that&rsquo;s it. The boy&rsquo;s an eyesore that your parishioners don&rsquo;t want on their picturesque streets?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Borthwick&rsquo;s tongue flicked in and out. &ldquo;No, I didn&rsquo;t say that. I&rsquo;m here to offer him an <i>opportunity</i>. A roof over his head, regular meals, and a job that helps serve our society.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The bearded man barked a laugh. &ldquo;Oh, so that&rsquo;s how they&rsquo;re selling workhouse slavery now, is it?&rdquo; He turned so that he was facing Borthwick square on, moving between Tom and the workhouse agent, his long coat sweeping around to obscure the boy from sight. Tom looked up to see that the man had crossed his hands behind his back. The forefinger of one hand extended and started to jab toward an alleyway that ran down the side of Fermian&rsquo;s.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Do you know what the true blight on this city is, Mr. Borthwick?&rdquo; said the man, now stabbing the forefinger of his other hand into Borthwick&rsquo;s fleshy abdomen. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s people like you, hiding under the guise of social justice when...&rdquo;<BR> <BR>As quickly and as quietly as he could, Tom wrapped his hat around the coins and then crammed them into his pocket and grabbed the toolbox just as the bearded man cried, &ldquo;Take your hands off me, sir!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>He looked up to see the two men scuffling.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;You will move along!&rdquo; roared Borthwick. &ldquo;That boy is coming with me!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The bearded man staggered backward, then regained his balance by grabbing Borthwick&rsquo;s lapels, tugging them down, and forcing the agent into a crouch. 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A young boy, a mouse, and a dog set out to find their purpose in this fairy tale adventure told in an innovative visual format that offers a one-of-a-kind reading experience.This is the tale of a boy named Nothing the Younger, who lives in a city on the mountaintop of a far-off and long-lost country. Everyone calls him Ing, and while he has no parents, he does have two friends: a dog, Pöppy, and a mouse, mOmO. When King Cyrus calls for a hero to find and defeat the Giantess ravaging the countryside, the king's son, the Wander Prince, answers the call and Ing decides to follow. Along the journey, Ing (and his friends) must traverse the Land of the Dead, survive an encounter with the terrifying wimmelworm, and discover the truth of his mother and father . . . so that he may find what he's been seeking all along—his best purpose.The text on each page snakes, climbs, jumps, and explodes into shapes and forms that unravel the story. 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It stole my heart. Chase and Finnegan have the kind of friendship we all need.\" —Barbara O'Connor, New York Times bestselling author of WishFrom the Newbery Honor-winning and #1 New York Times bestselling author of A Rover's Story comes the deeply moving story of a cheetah who forms a friendship with a rescue dog—a bond that will change their lives forever. The Ideal read for fans of Katherine Applegate.Finnegan is a rescue dog with a broken heart.Chase is a newly orphaned cheetah cub.The two animals couldn't be more different. But one day, they are brought together for the unlikeliest of reasons: Finnegan must help Chase gain the confidence she needs to perform as part of an educational program for children at a zoo.Finnegan and Chase have each suffered losses and have trouble trusting. Yet somehow, they are just what the other needs. But if Finnegan isn’t able to help Chase overcome her fears, he won’t just be letting Chase down—he could be risking his new home as well.Inspired by true stories from zoos across the country, award-winning author Jasmine Warga creates a heartwarming tale about how the power of friendship can transcend anything—even species.\"Utterly transporting. This book is all heart, and masterfully imagines the internal lives of two unlikely animal friends.\" —Eliot Schrefer, author of Endangered, a National Book Award Finalist\"Meet your new favorite animal story. Profoundly moving and vibrating with heart—this book will sit comfortably among the greats. Chase and Finnegan will stay with me for a long time. I loved it.\" —Tae Keller, Newbery Medal-winning author of When You Trap a Tiger\"Jasmine Warga's brilliant and heartfelt storytelling made my heart soar. While spending time with Chase and Finnegan, words like friendship, family, connection, love, light, and joy kept racing through my mind. 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Warm, insightful, and full of heart, Worsley has distilled a lifetime of personal experience into this crowning achievement of a book. Prepare yourself for a personal tour of the palace rooms with Britain's favorite historian.” —Hallie Rubenhold, bestselling author of The Five: The Untold Lives of the Women Killed by Jack the Ripper \"This dazzling book is full of brilliant detail, behind-the-scenes wit and humor, and a great tenderness for her subjects. All seen through the lens of Lucy Worsley's career working as Chief Curator at Hampton Court, her scholarship, passion for her subject and deep knowledge is lightly worn, this is history writing at its best.” —Kate Mosse, New York Times bestselling author A colorful journey through some of the most significant moments in British history, as seen through Lucy Worsley’s life and adventures as Chief Curator for Historic Royal Palaces.No one has lived and breathed the monarchy quite like Lucy Worsley. For over twenty years, she worked as Chief Curator in some of Britain's most splendid palaces—and now she is ready to throw open the doors and welcome us in. In Queens and Kings, Lucy takes us on a journey through some of our most turbulent and significant moments in history. From the Council Chamber in which Henry VIII decided to break from the pope to lunch with the late Queen Elizabeth II at Buckingham Palace, from encounters with the Tower of London's Ravenmaster to the depths of Queen Victoria's wardrobe, Lucy shares how she grew to know the queens and kings, courtiers and servants who lived in these buildings over the centuries. She traces their footsteps through the corridors and cloisters, the courtyards and kitchens and breathes new life into moments of great joy and consequence‚ as well as tales of intrigue which lurked in the shadows of regal splendor. 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Redwood might be his best.\"-John GrishamIn 1981, KGB Major Vladimir Kuzichkin, codenamed \"Redwood,\" was the best Soviet officer in Iran, running spies in the wake of the Islamic revolution and working with a hidden network of Iranian communists to undermine the new regime. But Kuzichkin had a problem, a sexual secret that, if revealed, would humiliate him with his colleagues, cost him his job, and send him into exile. Desperate for a solution, he reached out to the only place he believed could help: Britain's MI6.So begins one of the most astounding true spy stories of the Cold War, set against the terrifying prospect of nuclear armageddon. Taking readers through shadowy back alleys of Tehran, across bloody streets and into cloistered intelligence offices, Ben Macintyre unfolds a world in turmoil, where no one's motive is what it seems, and exposure means death. As Kuzichkin helps the Soviet leadership plot an overthrow of the Ayatollah's fledgling regime-and the American government secretly contemplates a nuclear response if they do-it falls on MI6's resourceful young undercover officer Ian McCredie to spirit Kuzichkin's vital information back to the West. But when both Iranian intelligence and the KGB close in on the Russian double-agent, McCredie must design an improbable high-stakes escape plan for Kuzichkin, in which failure is almost certain and the direction of the Cold War hangs in the balance.This is the gripping tale of one man's courage, and its extraordinary unintended consequences that still shape our world today. It's about a moving friendship between spies on opposite sides of the global conflict; about marriage, loyalty, and betrayal. Drawing on never-before-seen archival material and revealing interviews with the participants, Redwood plunges readers back into the world of The Spy and the Traitor, where the fate of millions turns on the split-second decisions of spies under pressure.","<b><i>NEW YORK TIMES</i> BESTSELLER * From the author of <i>The Spy and the Traitor</i> comes the ultimate true-life Cold War thriller: a \"page-turning masterpiece\" (<i>The Guardian</i>) about a Russian double agent with a desperate secret-and the key to stopping a nuclear apocalypse.</b><br><br><b>\"Ben Macintyre has a rare ability to turn history and espionage upside down and give us true, colorful stories that astound us as they draw us in. <i>Redwood</i> might be his best.\"-John Grisham</b><br><br>In 1981, KGB Major Vladimir Kuzichkin, codenamed \"Redwood,\" was the best Soviet officer in Iran, running spies in the wake of the Islamic revolution and working with a hidden network of Iranian communists to undermine the new regime. But Kuzichkin had a problem, a sexual secret that, if revealed, would humiliate him with his colleagues, cost him his job, and send him into exile. Desperate for a solution, he reached out to the only place he believed could help: Britain's MI6.<br><br>So begins one of the most astounding true spy stories of the Cold War, set against the terrifying prospect of nuclear armageddon. Taking readers through shadowy back alleys of Tehran, across bloody streets and into cloistered intelligence offices, Ben Macintyre unfolds a world in turmoil, where no one's motive is what it seems, and exposure means death. As Kuzichkin helps the Soviet leadership plot an overthrow of the Ayatollah's fledgling regime-and the American government secretly contemplates a nuclear response if they do-it falls on MI6's resourceful young undercover officer Ian McCredie to spirit Kuzichkin's vital information back to the West. But when both Iranian intelligence and the KGB close in on the Russian double-agent, McCredie must design an improbable high-stakes escape plan for Kuzichkin, in which failure is almost certain and the direction of the Cold War hangs in the balance.<br><br>This is the gripping tale of one man's courage, and its extraordinary unintended consequences that still shape our world today. It's about a moving friendship between spies on opposite sides of the global conflict; about marriage, loyalty, and betrayal. Drawing on never-before-seen archival material and revealing interviews with the participants, <i>Redwood</i> plunges readers back into the world of <i>The Spy and the Traitor</i>, where the fate of millions turns on the split-second decisions of spies under pressure.",{"_675":18915,"_36":18916,"_944":9136,"_939":1592,"_5665":-5},{"_5667":18919},{"_5667":18917,"_5669":18918},{"_5643":18906},{"_5614":13912},{"_5614":18865},{"_5614":6224},[18876,-5,-5,18877,18878,-5,18879,18880,18881,18882,18883,-5,18884,18885,-5,18886,18887,18888],{"_675":18904,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5641,"_5614":18905},{"_675":18903,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5639,"_5614":6224},{"_675":18902,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5592,"_5614":6224},{"_675":18901,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5635,"_5614":6255},{"_675":18899,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5632,"_5614":18900},{"_675":18897,"_5610":5619,"_5612":908,"_5614":18898},{"_675":18895,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5627,"_5614":18896},{"_675":18894,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5624,"_5614":5625},{"_675":18893,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5590,"_5614":13912},{"_675":18892,"_5610":5619,"_5612":4146,"_5614":18865},{"_675":18891,"_5610":5619,"_5612":5620,"_5614":5621},{"_675":18890,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5616,"_5614":5617},{"_675":18889,"_5610":5611,"_5612":5613,"_5614":4522},"gid://shopify/Metafield/196642526331121","gid://shopify/Metafield/196717867499761","gid://shopify/Metafield/74633980313841","gid://shopify/Metafield/74633978642673","gid://shopify/Metafield/78682087293169","gid://shopify/Metafield/74633980084465","gid://shopify/Metafield/74633979494641","1148963735","gid://shopify/Metafield/74633980707057","Redwood/Ben-Macintyre","gid://shopify/Metafield/74634584326385","[{\"id\":\"132431612T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b>1 </b><br/><br/><b>Elite Forces</b><br/><br/>At the age of twenty-­two, Vladimir Andreevich Kuzichkin discovered he was not who he thought he was.<br/><br/>Kuzichkin's childhood was privileged, by Moscow standards. His father Andrei was a KGB officer, undistinguished and disgruntled, but enjoying the benefits that came from membership in the Soviet Union's all-­powerful intelligence and security service. His mother, Elisabeta, was an office typist. Born in 1947, Vladimir was principally raised by his maternal grandmother, who spoiled him. Despite the privations of postwar Russia, the family had enough to eat, clothing coupons, and holidays in a state dacha. When Vladimir was seven, they moved into a three-­room apartment in a cooperative block in the Leningrad District, surrounded by a high fence to keep out the poor from the slums. An only child, little Volodya considered this a life of \\\"luxury.\\\"<br/><br/>But the family had a streak of violent unhappiness running through it, fueled by vodka. Andrei Kuzichkin was a vicious alcoholic. He beat Elisabeta on the weekend and whenever he drank during the week, which was usually. She suffered repeated miscarriages. This added to Andrei's fury. He hit his son, too, until the boy grew big enough to defend himself. By the age of fourteen, Vladimir was already over six feet tall.<br/><br/>Intelligent and sensitive, Vladimir had hated his father for as long as he could remember. One summer in the dacha, he befriended a domesticated pig named Vasili, feeding the animal leftovers and teaching it to come when he whistled. At the end of the holiday Andrei sternly summoned Vladimir to the barn and insisted the boy watch as he killed his pet with a hatchet. Ten-­year-­old Volodya wept for a week, but not in front of his father. Like many abused children, fear and hatred brought complex secret feelings of guilt and self-­loathing. \\\"What kind of a person am I that I detest the man I came from?\\\" he wondered. Sometimes he imagined killing his father, with an axe.<br/><br/>The boy rebelled, insofar as that was possible in Soviet Russia of the 1960s. He ran with a gang of street toughs and got into fights. His height made him a target. To defy his father, he refused to join Komsomol, the communist youth league. He listened to bootleg pop music from Britain and America and aped the forbidden fashions of the capitalist West. He also discovered the songs of Vladimir Vysotsky, an unruly star of the new Moscow folk underground. With a cousin and two friends, he formed a rock band called The Brothers. At the age of eighteen, wearing flares and two-­inch home-­adapted Cuban heels, Vladimir Kuzichkin imagined himself as a gigantic Russian version of Cliff Richard or Paul McCartney. \\\"We are going to be the Russian Beatles,\\\" he declared. Andrei Kuzichkin said his son's music was rubbish and that The Brothers would never amount to anything. He was right.<br/><br/>Vladimir Kuzichkin finished school with good grades, a reputation for fistfights, a taste for Western pop, a damaged soul, and no ambition. Called up for three years' military service, he was sent to Hagenow in East Germany as a radio operator in a nuclear missile launching unit, the front line of the Cold War. \\\"In the event of war,\\\" he recalled, \\\"the division's task was to annihilate Hamburg with six tactical nuclear missiles\\\" and then be obliterated in turn, in accordance with the logic of mutually assured destruction (MAD). The naïve young conscript was not overly concerned by his assigned role in nuclear Armageddon. He was very bored.<br/><br/>One morning, Kuzichkin was summoned to the commander's office to take an urgent telephone call from his mother. \\\"Your father is dead,\\\" Elisabeta Kuzichkina said, her voice hoarse. \\\"You must come home.\\\" Granted two days' compassionate leave, on the train to Moscow he wondered at his own lack of grief. He was unable to cry. His overwhelming feeling was not grief, but relief. \\\"Now I don't have to hate myself so much,\\\" he reflected.<br/><br/>Opening the apartment front door, he found Andrei Kuzichkin seated at the table, very much alive, and drunk. The older man picked up his bottle without a word and retreated to the bedroom. Between sobs, Elisabeta confessed her lie.<br/><br/>Vladimir's father was not Andrei Kuzichkin, but Georgi Alexandreevich Larkin, a tall, good-­looking construction engineer of Irish ancestry, hence his unusual surname. Elisabeta and Georgi met after the war, and she had become pregnant. They intended to marry. But then he was sent to Siberia to build a steel factory. Georgi urged her to come too. She refused. What would she do there? Moscow was the only world she knew. Larkin never returned from the east. For a few years Elisabeta struggled on as an unmarried working mother, while her mother cared for the child. Her sister was married to a KGB officer, who introduced her to his brother, also in the KGB. Andrei Kuzichkin was boozy and rough, but he had a good job. Andrei offered a future. He even reluctantly agreed to adopt her child.<br/><br/>And now Georgi Larkin, the only man she had ever loved, was dead from a heart attack on a bear-­hunting expedition in the Siberian wilderness. It was four hours before they discovered his body in the snow.<br/><br/>Vladimir Kuzichkin was baffled and furious. \\\"How could she deceive me all these years?\\\" he wondered. He ignored Andrei from that day on. And yet the discovery explained everything: the dislocation he had always felt; his hatred for the man who had pretended to be his father and beaten that untruth into him. More prosaically, it explained his height and coloring. To his friends, bandmates, and army comrades, he was still Kuzichkin, the lanky would-­be pop star, but inside, secretly, he was Larkin. The discovery of a real father, now invested with imaginary qualities Georgi had never possessed in life, awoke the possibility of making himself into someone else. So that is what he did.<br/><br/>To begin that transformation, he decided, he would need some higher education. Back at the Hagenow base, he plunged into the officers' library and began reading ravenously. He joined the Communist Party (an unshakable requirement for anyone with ambition in Soviet Russia), but without much conviction. He had recited the mantras of Marxism from his earliest childhood, and believed them, along with everyone else. The discovery of his real father made him question everything he had grown up with, including communism. He did not share these heretical thoughts with anyone else. He barely admitted them to himself.<br/><br/>After three years in uniform, Kuzichkin applied to study at the Institute of Asian and African Countries in Moscow, a specialist university teaching Oriental and African languages. Mastery of a foreign tongue \\\"raised the probability of future work abroad.\\\" Reading down the list of language options, from Arabic to Zulu, he settled on Persian (or Farsi), the language of Iran. It sounded intriguing, and the course was undersubscribed. A model Soviet citizen with good academic grades and a clean military record, Kuzichkin was told to report to the Institute on September 1, 1970.<br/><br/>In addition to Iran's language, culture, and history, the six-­year course included a substantial ideological component: Communist Party history, dialectical materialism, Marxism-­Leninism, philosophy, and political economy. Each student was required to learn an additional Western language: he chose English. If he was deemed suitable, the fourth year (1973-­1974) would be spent in Iran.<br/><br/>Located on Karl Marx Prospekt opposite the Kremlin, the Institute was controlled by the International Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union (CPSU). Like every other organ of state, its primary function was to bolster communism and spread the doctrine of revolution worldwide. Kuzichkin was now \\\"in the fast lane of Soviet society,\\\" he reflected, a student at a top university with a bright future: \\\"There was nothing to bar my progress.\\\"<br/><br/>Kuzichkin was a shy, awkward young man, as tall people sometimes are. Except when drunk. Alcohol brought out the extrovert in him. In social situations he tended to drink fast and deeply, before seizing a guitar and bursting into song. Women were drawn to this gentle, melodious giant with bright blue eyes and a shock of fair hair. In October, at a party thrown by a friend of his flatmate, Kuzichkin plucked up and soaked up enough Dutch courage to ask a girl to dance. Her name was Galina Lvovna Kokosova, a petite, pale, sweet-­faced woman two years his junior. They swayed to bootlegged Rolling Stones records, her head on his chest, tiny in his arms.<br/><br/>Galina, known as Galya to friends and family, could not understand how such a handsome man could be attracted to her. \\\"I was a very sad and lonely 22-­year-­old girl: I wasn't in love with anyone; I didn't have any particularly close friends; and, after my dad departed, everything in my life went almost catastrophically wrong. The period from 1965, when my father passed away, until I met Volodya, were the saddest years of my existence.\\\" He gave her a confidence she had never felt before.\"},{\"id\":\"132431422T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>1 </b><br/><br/><b>Elite Forces</b><br/><br/>At the age of twenty-­two, Vladimir Andreevich Kuzichkin discovered he was not who he thought he was.<br/><br/>Kuzichkin’s childhood was privileged, by Moscow standards. His father Andrei was a KGB officer, undistinguished and disgruntled, but enjoying the benefits that came from membership in the Soviet Union’s all-­powerful intelligence and security service. His mother, Elisabeta, was an office typist. Born in 1947, Vladimir was principally raised by his maternal grandmother, who spoiled him. Despite the privations of postwar Russia, the family had enough to eat, clothing coupons, and holidays in a state dacha. When Vladimir was seven, they moved into a three-­room apartment in a cooperative block in the Leningrad District, surrounded by a high fence to keep out the poor from the slums. An only child, little Volodya considered this a life of “luxury.”<br/><br/>But the family had a streak of violent unhappiness running through it, fueled by vodka. Andrei Kuzichkin was a vicious alcoholic. He beat Elisabeta on the weekend and whenever he drank during the week, which was usually. She suffered repeated miscarriages. This added to Andrei’s fury. He hit his son, too, until the boy grew big enough to defend himself. By the age of fourteen, Vladimir was already over six feet tall.<br/><br/>Intelligent and sensitive, Vladimir had hated his father for as long as he could remember. One summer in the dacha, he befriended a domesticated pig named Vasili, feeding the animal leftovers and teaching it to come when he whistled. At the end of the holiday Andrei sternly summoned Vladimir to the barn and insisted the boy watch as he killed his pet with a hatchet. Ten-­year-­old Volodya wept for a week, but not in front of his father. Like many abused children, fear and hatred brought complex secret feelings of guilt and self-­loathing. “What kind of a person am I that I detest the man I came from?” he wondered. Sometimes he imagined killing his father, with an axe.<br/><br/>The boy rebelled, insofar as that was possible in Soviet Russia of the 1960s. He ran with a gang of street toughs and got into fights. His height made him a target. To defy his father, he refused to join Komsomol, the communist youth league. He listened to bootleg pop music from Britain and America and aped the forbidden fashions of the capitalist West. He also discovered the songs of Vladimir Vysotsky, an unruly star of the new Moscow folk underground. With a cousin and two friends, he formed a rock band called The Brothers. At the age of eighteen, wearing flares and two-­inch home-­adapted Cuban heels, Vladimir Kuzichkin imagined himself as a gigantic Russian version of Cliff Richard or Paul McCartney. “We are going to be the Russian Beatles,” he declared. Andrei Kuzichkin said his son’s music was rubbish and that The Brothers would never amount to anything. He was right.<br/><br/>Vladimir Kuzichkin finished school with good grades, a reputation for fistfights, a taste for Western pop, a damaged soul, and no ambition. Called up for three years’ military service, he was sent to Hagenow in East Germany as a radio operator in a nuclear missile launching unit, the front line of the Cold War. “In the event of war,” he recalled, “the division’s task was to annihilate Hamburg with six tactical nuclear missiles” and then be obliterated in turn, in accordance with the logic of mutually assured destruction (MAD). The naïve young conscript was not overly concerned by his assigned role in nuclear Armageddon. He was very bored.<br/><br/>One morning, Kuzichkin was summoned to the commander’s office to take an urgent telephone call from his mother. “Your father is dead,” Elisabeta Kuzichkina said, her voice hoarse. “You must come home.” Granted two days’ compassionate leave, on the train to Moscow he wondered at his own lack of grief. He was unable to cry. His overwhelming feeling was not grief, but relief. “Now I don’t have to hate myself so much,” he reflected.<br/><br/>Opening the apartment front door, he found Andrei Kuzichkin seated at the table, very much alive, and drunk. The older man picked up his bottle without a word and retreated to the bedroom. Between sobs, Elisabeta confessed her lie.<br/><br/>Vladimir’s father was not Andrei Kuzichkin, but Georgi Alexandreevich Larkin, a tall, good-­looking construction engineer of Irish ancestry, hence his unusual surname. Elisabeta and Georgi met after the war, and she had become pregnant. They intended to marry. But then he was sent to Siberia to build a steel factory. Georgi urged her to come too. She refused. What would she do there? Moscow was the only world she knew. Larkin never returned from the east. For a few years Elisabeta struggled on as an unmarried working mother, while her mother cared for the child. Her sister was married to a KGB officer, who introduced her to his brother, also in the KGB. Andrei Kuzichkin was boozy and rough, but he had a good job. Andrei offered a future. He even reluctantly agreed to adopt her child.<br/><br/>And now Georgi Larkin, the only man she had ever loved, was dead from a heart attack on a bear-­hunting expedition in the Siberian wilderness. It was four hours before they discovered his body in the snow.<br/><br/>Vladimir Kuzichkin was baffled and furious. “How could she deceive me all these years?” he wondered. He ignored Andrei from that day on. And yet the discovery explained everything: the dislocation he had always felt; his hatred for the man who had pretended to be his father and beaten that untruth into him. More prosaically, it explained his height and coloring. To his friends, bandmates, and army comrades, he was still Kuzichkin, the lanky would-­be pop star, but inside, secretly, he was Larkin. The discovery of a real father, now invested with imaginary qualities Georgi had never possessed in life, awoke the possibility of making himself into someone else. So that is what he did.<br/><br/>To begin that transformation, he decided, he would need some higher education. Back at the Hagenow base, he plunged into the officers’ library and began reading ravenously. He joined the Communist Party (an unshakable requirement for anyone with ambition in Soviet Russia), but without much conviction. He had recited the mantras of Marxism from his earliest childhood, and believed them, along with everyone else. The discovery of his real father made him question everything he had grown up with, including communism. He did not share these heretical thoughts with anyone else. He barely admitted them to himself.<br/><br/>After three years in uniform, Kuzichkin applied to study at the Institute of Asian and African Countries in Moscow, a specialist university teaching Oriental and African languages. Mastery of a foreign tongue “raised the probability of future work abroad.” Reading down the list of language options, from Arabic to Zulu, he settled on Persian (or Farsi), the language of Iran. It sounded intriguing, and the course was undersubscribed. A model Soviet citizen with good academic grades and a clean military record, Kuzichkin was told to report to the Institute on September 1, 1970.<br/><br/>In addition to Iran’s language, culture, and history, the six-­year course included a substantial ideological component: Communist Party history, dialectical materialism, Marxism-­Leninism, philosophy, and political economy. Each student was required to learn an additional Western language: he chose English. If he was deemed suitable, the fourth year (1973–­1974) would be spent in Iran.<br/><br/>Located on Karl Marx Prospekt opposite the Kremlin, the Institute was controlled by the International Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union (CPSU). Like every other organ of state, its primary function was to bolster communism and spread the doctrine of revolution worldwide. Kuzichkin was now “in the fast lane of Soviet society,” he reflected, a student at a top university with a bright future: “There was nothing to bar my progress.”<br/><br/>Kuzichkin was a shy, awkward young man, as tall people sometimes are. Except when drunk. Alcohol brought out the extrovert in him. In social situations he tended to drink fast and deeply, before seizing a guitar and bursting into song. Women were drawn to this gentle, melodious giant with bright blue eyes and a shock of fair hair. In October, at a party thrown by a friend of his flatmate, Kuzichkin plucked up and soaked up enough Dutch courage to ask a girl to dance. Her name was Galina Lvovna Kokosova, a petite, pale, sweet-­faced woman two years his junior. They swayed to bootlegged Rolling Stones records, her head on his chest, tiny in his arms.<br/><br/>Galina, known as Galya to friends and family, could not understand how such a handsome man could be attracted to her. “I was a very sad and lonely 22-­year-­old girl: I wasn’t in love with anyone; I didn’t have any particularly close friends; and, after my dad departed, everything in my life went almost catastrophically wrong. The period from 1965, when my father passed away, until I met Volodya, were the saddest years of my existence.” He gave her a confidence she had never felt before.\"},{\"id\":\"127897052T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"“I grab each new book by Ben Macintyre and read it as fast as possible. He has a rare ability to turn history and espionage upside down and give us true, colorful stories that astound us as they draw us in. <i>Redwood</i> might be his best. Given the current war in Iran, it is certainly his most timely.”<b>—John Grisham<br/></b><br/>“An author of thrilling spy histories par excellence, Macintyre takes readers into post-Revolutionary Iran where Islamists and leftists, once allies against imperialism, turn on each other—and where a Russian agent, unable to perform in the bedroom, turns to British intelligence for a cure. The consequences are deadly.”<b>—<i>The New York Times</i> (Editor's Choice)</b><br/><br/>“<i>Redwood</i> lives up to the attention-grabbing opening scene; I devoured it in a single sitting . . . By all means give <i>Redwood</i> to your father for Christmas, but make sure you read it yourself first: it’s superb.”<b>—<i>The Guardian</i></b><br/><br/>“[A]n artfully constructed nonfiction equivalent to one of John le Carré’s most accomplished novels.”<b>—<i>The Wall Street Journal</i></b><br/><br/>“The British writer Ben Macintyre has made an illustrious career of taking dusty government archives and transforming them into propulsive nonfiction thrillers. . . . With his latest, <i>Redwood</i>, he has done it again.”<b>—<i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b><br/><br/>“[A] timely and remarkable story of Cold War espionage.”<b>—BBC Radio 4</b><br/><br/>“As in all the best spy stories, what lies at the heart of <i>Redwood</i>, Ben Macintyre’s mesmerising tale of Cold War espionage in Iran, is the human factor. . . . Writing is understanding what makes people tick, and it is his insightful portrayal of the shifting relationship between the two spies—part mutual exploitation, part something akin to friendship—that powers <i>Redwood</i> and holds the attention through the complexities of its political context.”<b>—<i>The Times </i>(UK)</b><br/><br/>“A crackerjack spy story that only Ben Macintyre could tell so well. He seems to have talked to everyone, and cracked every file, that might shed new light on this remarkable tale.”<b>—Scott Anderson, author of <i>King of Kings: The Iranian Revolution: A Story of Hubris, Delusion and Catastrophic Miscalculation<br/></i></b><br/>“Few writers make intelligence history as readable as Ben Macintyre. His latest book follows Soviet intelligence officer Vladimir Kuzichkin, whose defection during the Cold War exposed secrets that rippled through Moscow, Tehran and the West during one of the most dangerous periods of the nuclear age.”<b><i>—Military</i></b><br/><br/>“A tangled tale of spy versus spy . . . As ever, Macintyre delivers an improbable but impeccable tale of true espionage.”<b>—<i>Kirkus Reviews<br/></i></b><br/>“[A] riveting real-life thriller . . . Macintyre’s lively espionage saga, full of brush-pasts and dead drops, stands James Bond on his head . . . [A] morally murky tale of manipulation and unforeseen consequences.”<b>—<i>Publishers Weekly</i></b><br/><br/>“In his latest book, <i>Redwood</i>, Macintyre moves the action to Iran in the early 1980s, when revolutionary chaos reigned under Ayatollah Khomeini and Western intelligence agencies were eager for any tidbits of information. . . . . Macintyre deftly sketches the personalities of those involved and perfectly captures the paranoia of those times.”<b>—<i>Air Mail</i><br/></b>\"},{\"id\":\"133592439T\",\"type\":\"Award Note\",\"linkText\":\"Award Note\",\"typeId\":\"1036\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"2026 The Baillie Gifford Prize, Long-listed<br/>\"},{\"id\":\"128651742T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p>He revealed the Kremlin&#8217;s secret plot and prevented Armageddon. 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The author has done a huge amount of research, shifting the focus away from the familiar pairing of Meriwether Lewis and William Clark...Each chapter unfolds from the viewpoint of a different individual and the result is a richly woven tapestry of voices...Fehrman reframes this well-known story, revealing it as more complex, and profoundly human.” —Andrea Wulf, The New York Times Book Review (front-cover review)In 1806, when Meriwether Lewis and William Clark return from their journey—having led the Corps of Discovery across eight thousand miles of rapids, mountains, forests, and ravines—they bring an incredible tale starring themselves as courageous explorers, skilled survivalists, underrated scientists, and peaceful ambassadors. While there is truth in those descriptions, there is also distortion. From one of the most exciting new historians to emerge in the past decade, This Vast Enterprise offers a novel take on the expedition: a gripping narrative that draws on lost documents, stunning analysis, and Native perspectives. Craig Fehrman spent five years visiting more than thirty archives, interviewing more than a hundred sources, and collecting oral history passed down over centuries. He came to see that the success of Lewis and Clark depended on much more than just Lewis and Clark. We all know Sacajawea, and some of us know York, the Black man Clark enslaved. But here we meet John Ordway, a working-class soldier who fought grizzlies and towed the captains’ hulking barge. We hear from Wolf Calf, a Blackfoot teenager who watched his friend die in a battle with Lewis and his men. Each chapter moves to a different person’s point of view, describing their desires and contradictions. We see Thomas Jefferson operating in an age of bitter partisan unrest—his secret political maneuvers to fund the expedition, revealed here for the first time, are a case study in presidential power. We witness the strategy and strength of Black Buffalo, completely upending our understanding of Lakota-American diplomacy. York, in his chapters, finds ways to wield power and make choices in an era that didn’t allow him much of either. Clark is not a folksy Kentuckian but a student of the Enlightenment. (Fehrman discovered his college notebook; no previous biographer even realized that he went to college.) Lewis is someone willing to sacrifice everything for his country and his mentor, Jefferson. In the end, the captains are men who needed help—from Sacajawea, from the Corps, and from each other. Mile after mile, the expedition pushes on through hailstorms and flash floods, frostbite and infections, rattlesnakes and rabid wolves, with the Spanish cavalry in fierce pursuit. Fehrman balances the story’s adventure with the humanity of its protagonists. The result is a thrilling reminder that even the most familiar moments in history can still surprise us.","<b><b><i>NEW YORK TIMES </i>BESTSELLER • A major revisionist history of the Lewis and Clark expedition: For the first time in a generation, <i>This Vast Enterprise</i> offers a fresh and more accurate account of one of the most important episodes in American history, humanizing forgotten figures and shattering long-held myths.</b><br> <br> <b>“<i>This Vast Enterprise</i> is a page-turner and a fantastic achievement.” —<i>The New York Times </i>• “Immensely engaging.” —<i>The</i> <i>Wall Street Journal</i> • “This is vivid, character-based history...It also makes for a ripping good read.” —<i>The Boston Globe</i></b><br> <br> <b>“Do we really need another book about the Lewis and Clark expedition?...My answer is an emphatic yes. The author has done a huge amount of research, shifting the focus away from the familiar pairing of Meriwether Lewis and William Clark...Each chapter unfolds from the viewpoint of a different individual and the result is a richly woven tapestry of voices...Fehrman reframes this well-known story, revealing it as more complex, and profoundly human.” —Andrea Wulf, <i>The New York Times Book Review </i>(front-cover review)</b></b><br><br>In 1806, when Meriwether Lewis and William Clark return from their journey—having led the Corps of Discovery across eight thousand miles of rapids, mountains, forests, and ravines—they bring an incredible tale starring themselves as courageous explorers, skilled survivalists, underrated scientists, and peaceful ambassadors. While there is truth in those descriptions, there is also distortion.<br> <br> From one of the most exciting new historians to emerge in the past decade, <i>This Vast Enterprise</i> offers a novel take on the expedition: a gripping narrative that draws on lost documents, stunning analysis, and Native perspectives. Craig Fehrman spent five years visiting more than thirty archives, interviewing more than a hundred sources, and collecting oral history passed down over centuries. He came to see that the success of Lewis and Clark depended on much more than just Lewis and Clark. We all know Sacajawea, and some of us know York, the Black man Clark enslaved. But here we meet John Ordway, a working-class soldier who fought grizzlies and towed the captains’ hulking barge. We hear from Wolf Calf, a Blackfoot teenager who watched his friend die in a battle with Lewis and his men.<br> <br> Each chapter moves to a different person’s point of view, describing their desires and contradictions. We see Thomas Jefferson operating in an age of bitter partisan unrest—his secret political maneuvers to fund the expedition, revealed here for the first time, are a case study in presidential power. We witness the strategy and strength of Black Buffalo, completely upending our understanding of Lakota-American diplomacy. York, in his chapters, finds ways to wield power and make choices in an era that didn’t allow him much of either. Clark is not a folksy Kentuckian but a student of the Enlightenment. (Fehrman discovered his college notebook; no previous biographer even realized that he went to college.) Lewis is someone willing to sacrifice everything for his country and his mentor, Jefferson.<br> <br> In the end, the captains are men who needed help—from Sacajawea, from the Corps, and from each other. Mile after mile, the expedition pushes on through hailstorms and flash floods, frostbite and infections, rattlesnakes and rabid wolves, with the Spanish cavalry in fierce pursuit. 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Do we really need another book about the Lewis and Clark expedition? . . . After reading <i>This Vast Enterprise</i>, my answer is an emphatic yes. The author has done a huge amount of research, shifting the focus away from the familiar pairing of Meriwether Lewis and William Clark and widening the lens. . . . Each chapter unfolds from the viewpoint of a different individual and the result is a richly woven tapestry of voices. . . . Through the perspectives of 10 people, Fehrman reframes this well-known story, revealing it as more complex, and profoundly human.”<br> <b>—Andrea Wulf, <i>The </i><i>New York Times Book Review </i>(front-cover review)</b><br> <br> “This is vivid, character-based history. . . . Fehrman weaves a tale that uses human stories to go beyond hard facts and calcified myths. . . . <i>This Vast Enterprise </i>moves Lewis, Clark, and their crew out of the realm of myth and into a world not just of blood and sweat but also negotiation: with the land, with Native peoples, and with each other. Fehrman’s approach to this well-trodden historical chapter is fresh and inclusive. It also makes for a ripping good read.”<br> <b>—<i>Boston Globe</i></b><br> <br> “More than 220 years later, the Lewis and Clark expedition still intrigues. . . . In his immensely engaging book, <i>This Vast Enterprise</i>, Craig Fehrman strives to capture the motivations, values and ideas of the individuals who contributed to this multifaceted historical event. . . . Based on thorough research of published and unpublished sources, as well as Native American oral tradition, the book gives this well-known story a fresh breadth of implication.”<br> <b>—<i>Wall Street Journal</i></b><br> <br> “An innovative new history of the expedition . . . History is usually written in the third person, even though it has to be lived in the first, and Fehrman takes advantage of the rich and deep documentation of the Lewis and Clark expedition to try to reconcile the discrepancy. . . . Fehrman doesn’t attempt to speak in the voices of his subjects. He merely focuses on what each individual experienced and knew, while keeping in mind how much they didn’t experience and didn’t know—an analytic technique that historians have always been free to borrow from novelists but often lose sight of in the scramble to accumulate data.”<br> <b>—<i>New Yorker</i></b><br/><br/>“An incredible feat, Craig Fehrman’s <i>This Vast Enterprise</i> is a wildly entertaining history of Lewis and Clark—the product of more than half a decade of rigorous and immensely impressive research—that never loses sight of the adventure at its center. Fehrman brings this legendary expedition thrillingly to life by turning our attention beyond Lewis and Clark themselves, revealing the oft-overlooked people and perspectives that made the journey possible. Expansive, compelling, and alive on every page, this is a perfect summer read for America’s 250th anniversary.” <b>—Isaac Fitzgerald, The <i>TODAY </i>Show, “Summer Beach Reads: The Buzziest Books of the Season”</b><br> <br> “Riveting . . . Grounded in outstanding scholarship . . . By writing from various points of view, Fehrman broadens the long-held narrative of the expedition, enriching what we know of its successes and failures. . . . Fehrman has done a great service to American history in this must-read.” <br> <b>—<i>Booklist</i> (starred review)</b><br> <br> “For a fresh take on the first American road trip: <i>The Vast Enterprise: A New History of Lewis & Clark</i>, Indiana-based journalist Craig Fehrman’s immersive panorama, drawing on oral histories and long-buried sources, rescues this potted narrative from the usual classroom tales of two men and a canoe, for a revelatory portrait about mutual surprise, allowing equal time to both the discovers and the owners of the land being discovered.”<br> <b>—<i>Chicago Tribune  </i></b><br/><br/>“A valuable fresh look at a storied moment in American history . . . The book’s wide-angle perspective is appropriate, since Lewis and Clark favored a more democratic decision-making style than was usual on a military expedition, and the inclusion of multiple Native points of view makes it clear how complex and fraught the team’s mission was. Fehrman’s approach gives added depth to his chronicle of the breathtaking natural wonders encountered and extraordinary hardships overcome on the Corps’ transcontinental trek.”<br> <b>—<i>Kirkus Reviews </i>(starred review)</b><br> <br> “A piercing revisionist account of Meriwether Lewis and William Clark’s 1804 expedition . . . Readers will learn much from this revelatory unveiling of the raw humanity behind the hagiography.”<br> <b>—<i>Publishers Weekly </i>(starred review)</b><br> <br> “I followed Meriwether Lewis and William Clark’s expedition to the Pacific in Craig Fehrman’s <i>This Vast Enterprise</i>. . . . I now feel as if I know how the Lewis and Clark team felt. . . . Lewis, Clark and several of the 30 men with them kept detailed journals, and Fehrman has drunk deeply from them as well as from recollections of the Native American leaders they encountered along the way. I felt like I was sharing the vistas, smells, discomforts, injuries, terrors (grizzly bears!) and occasional joys of an expedition now over 200 years back. . . . [Fehrman] scored a touchdown.”<br> <b>—John McWhorter, <i>New York Times </i>Opinion</b><br> <br> “<i>This Vast Enterprise</i> [is] an ambitious, appropriately timed book. . . . The Lewis and Clark story sits at the intersection of American idealism and original sin—the pioneering spirit that defines American exceptionalism, and the displacement and slavery that shadowed it. Fehrman doesn't choose a side. He offers an optimistic view of America through a self-critical lens. . . . <i>This Vast Enterprise</i> has much to say about the well-known heroes. More importantly, it advances the story, helping us understand what drives Americans from all walks of life to venture into the unknown.”<br> <b>—<i>Indianapolis Star</i></b><br/><br/>“Craig Fehrman has done what he set out to do: shed new light on a fabled story, and tell it in a way that puts all of us back in a vanished but resonant world. His rendering of the Lewis and Clark saga is original, compelling, and memorable.”<br> <b>—Jon Meacham, author of <i>And There Was Light</i></b><br> <br> “There are innumer­able accounts of the Corps of Discovery, and it remains one of America’s favorite stories . . . Yet Fehrman man­ages to breathe new life into this well-worn tale through his masterful retelling. Fehrman deftly moves Captains Lewis and Clark out of the spotlight and brings in per­spectives we’ve not heard before—like those of Lakota leader Black Buffalo, working-class sergeant John Ordway and a Blackfoot teen­ager named Wolf Calf—and he expands our understanding of the critical characters we’ve come to know in lore and legend. . . . Like Adam Higginbotham’s <i>Challenger </i>and Isabel Wilkerson’s <i>The Warmth of Other Suns, This Vast Enterprise</i> delivers a brilliant new interpretation of a story that deserves to be known in its entirety.”<br> <b>—<i>BookPage </i>(starred review)</b><br> <br> “This book is so, so good, one of my favorites of the last decade.”<br> <b>—Patrick Wyman, <i>Tides of History</i></b><br> <br> “Craig Fehrman has done an incredible job of bringing this story of exploration and manifest destiny to life. He presents a kaleidoscope of figures whose lives intersected with the duo on their trek across the country, from enslaved men working alongside them to the Indigenous people whose territories they encroached on. It’s history that feels colorful—and like a more accurate portrait of what truly unfolded.”<br> <b>—Traci Thomas, <i>Marie Claire</i></b><br/><br/>“The Lewis and Clark Expedition is one of the most compelling stories in American history. . . . Fehrman’s beautifully illustrated book is an updated and worthy addition to the Lewis and Clark literature.”<br> <b>—<i>Christianity Today</i></b><br> <br> “A born storyteller . . . Fehrman spent five years crafting this frontier <i>Rashomon </i>. . . in which the journey unfolds through multiple viewpoints distilled from 30 archives and a hundred Native and other oral histories. What in less skillful hands might have been a mere travelogue becomes a cross-cultural, stunningly rendered rethink of Discoverers and Discovered. . . . Fehrman has written a rousing adventure tale that may also qualify as the most lyrical of survival guides.”<br> <b>—<i>The Washington Free Beacon</i></b><br> <br> “<i>This Vast Enterprise</i> is a distinctive new interpretation. . . . I can personally attest that it has caused me to reappraise my own understanding of certain themes. [Fehrman] has proved once again that if one is simply diligent enough to read closely and study the patterns there’s always more to learn. . . . This is sleuthing and revisionist history at its best . . . [with] a strong narrative cadence and witty writing throughout.”<br> <b>—David L. Nicandri, <i>We Proceeded On</i></b><br> <br> “Historian Craig Fehrman offers a revelatory take on Lewis and Clark’s Corps of Discovery expedition. The chapters alternate among characters, presenting the arduous journey from different perspectives. In addition to Meriwether Lewis and William Clark . . . the deeply researched account also foregrounds lesser-known figures.”<br> <b>—<i>Christian Science Monitor</i>, “Best Books of April”</b><br/><br/>“In his spectacular new book, every bit as audacious as the original expedition, Craig Fehrman rewrites our memory of the journey of Lewis and Clark, broadening the lens to show the many personalities—many long forgotten—who in 1804 made up the most daring American experiment yet. He paints an incredible, vivid, you-are-there portrait of an American nation being imagined and created for the first time and all those, from Thomas Jefferson to Native American chiefs, whose lives were forever altered by two of the most famous explorers in history.”<br> <b>—Garrett M. Graff, Pulitzer Prize finalist and author of <i>The Devil Reached Toward the Sky</i></b><br/><br/>“In <i>This Vast Enterprise</i>, Craig Fehrman has composed a magnificent hymn to a wildly colorful and largely unsung cast of fascinating, provocative characters without whom the epic of Lewis and Clark never would have been possible. A sweeping and revelatory story by a writer who is willing not only to acknowledge but also to embrace the complexities, nuances, and richness that have always resided beneath the surface of one of America’s most cherished national myths.”<br> <b>—Kevin Fedarko, <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of <i>A Walk in the Park</i></b><br> <br> “It’s appropriate that the most fascinating characters in Craig Fehrman’s riveting new page-turner are translators. For, like all the finest historians, Fehrman is a master translator, too: between historical epochs, between cultures—and most of all, between the story of Lewis and Clark we learned as kids (two heroic white men and their enthusiastic Native assistant blazing new vistas of science and exploration), and the richer and far more fascinating reality.”<br> <b>—Rick Perlstein, author of<i> Reaganland</i></b><br/><br/>“Anyone interested in American history, and especially the Lewis and Clark expedition, must read this book. Fehrman is an insightful researcher, and an excellent and entertaining author.”<br> <b>—Robert J. Miller, author of <i>Native America, Discovered and Conquered</i>, enrolled citizen of the Eastern Shawnee Tribe</b><br> <br> “By featuring a vibrant and diverse cast, including Native men and women, Craig Fehrman gives greater depth and a richer context to the famed Lewis and Clark expedition. In vivid prose and with keen insight, <i>This Vast Enterprise</i> reveals the high stakes of American expansion for the continent.”<br> <b>—Alan Taylor, author of <i>American Republics: A Continental History of the United States, 1783–1850</i></b><br/><br/>“Here, at long last, is the Lewis and Clark expedition presented in living technicolor. Employing an ever-shifting point of view that slyly and intriguingly builds upon itself, we see the great historic project as an epic of <i>mutual</i> discovery, in which the explorers and those whose lands are being explored are given equal consideration and dramatic weight. In this way, Fehrman leads us to confront the deeper truth that ‘discovery’ is never a one-way process—its fruits and its legacies, its gifts and its curses, flow in multiple directions.”<br> <b>—Hampton Sides, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Blood and Thunder </i>and<i> The Wide Wide Sea</i></b><br/><br/>“When America was just 30 years old, as opposed to 250, the adventure-loving President Thomas Jefferson commissioned what we could call the original great American road trip: the Lewis and Clark expedition. In <i>This Vast Enterprise</i>, gifted journalist and historian Craig Fehrman tells a new and gripping story of this expedition, relying extensively on original archival documents and other primary sources. . . . In a note to his readers, he reflects on the 10 people around whose voices he’s structured his book: “I love each of these ten people, even if some of them break my heart.” Reading his book—especially in learning what happened to some of them after the expedition—one cannot help but agree. But also, only the things we truly and deeply love can break our heart—like the love for our country and its traditions, the beauty and the hurt, glory and ignominy, forever inseparably together.”<br> <b>—<i>The Dispatch</i></b><br> <br> “Stirring . . . The expedition, called the Corps of Discovery, required an incredible amount of nonstop work over three years. . . . In addition to the complex logistical challenges, the journey had political, international, and scientific implications. . . . Fehrman recounts the many battles and rivalries between the Hidatsa, Lakota, Arikara, Mandan, Shoshone, and others—a complex web of alliances and enmities that Lewis and Clark had to navigate as well. . . . Fehrman dives deeply into the oral histories of the Native Americans to reveal their perspectives on the explorers.”<br> <b>—<i>National Review</i></b><br> <br> “The tale of two intrepid explorers traversing the Missouri River to map the Western U.S. is a familiar one, and Fehrman didn't want to tackle it unless there was something new to say. Turns out there was more than anyone could have imagined. <i>This Vast Enterprise</i> chronicles the expedition in meticulous, beautiful and sometimes gory detail. [Fehrman] spent five years burrowing into the heads of not only Meriwether Lewis and William Clark, but scores of other figures who had largely been hurled aside by history.”<br> <b>—Evansville <i>Courier & Press</i></b><br> <br> “What makes Craig Fehrman’s new history so valuable is the voices of others involved that flesh out the traditional account and offers viewpoints and nuance to the story that have never been heard before. . . . Fehrman has penned a new telling of the greatest adventure of our early Republic. <i>This Vast Enterprise</i> adds new strands to a rich tapestry of true American adventure, one worthy of its place in the pantheon of the American story.”<br> <b>—<i>Carolina Chronicles</i></b><br> <br> “An extraordinary new book.”<br> <b>—Clay Jenkinson, <i>Listening to America</i></b><br> <br> “The Lewis & Clark Expedition has been the subject of a mighty mound of writing, from histories to biographies streams of historical fiction to stage plays and even a couple of operas, and that naturally opens the door to a great deal of mythologizing. This mythologizing takes a serious and thoroughly delightful pounding in <i>This Vast Enterprise</i> . . . . The real account was not only far more complicated but, as Fehrman rightly notes and then proceeds to demonstrate, a much better story. . . . This multi-viewpoint narrative structure ends up being spectacularly effective. . . . 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She’s in a long-distance relationship, living at home with her mother’s beliefs, saving up for her wedding to a future doctor. But after Alicia ventures out one night in the neighborhood of Fort Greene, Brooklyn, she finds herself lured by the siren song of youth and possibility that the striving crowd of creatives holds, and moves in.No one embodies this milieu more than La Garza, a larger-than-life, up-and-coming fashion designer whose epic house parties fuel neighborhood lore. La Garza’s life, observed by Alicia from her apartment across the street, seems to hold the allure and fearlessness Alicia has never dared to imagine for herself.But when Alicia’s wealthy banker cousin moves to the neighborhood, she finds herself increasingly drawn into both his and La Garza’s precarious lives.Against the backdrop of a potentially life-changing presidential election and a looming once-in-a-generation fiscal crisis, Last Night in Brooklyn explores the dark compromise of the American Dream for people of color living, unknowingly, in the twilight of a cultural moment. It is a story about everything money can buy—and the destruction of what it can’t.","<p><b>A NATIONAL BEST SELLER<br><br>NAMED A MOST ANTICIPATED BOOK OF 2026 BY <i>TIME</i>, <i>OPRAH DAILY</i>, <i>USA TODAY</i>, </b><b><i>PEOPLE,</i></b><b><i> ELECTRIC LIT, </i></b><b><i>HARPER'S BAZAAR, VULTURE, LITHUB, BOOK RIOT, PUBLISHER'S WEEKLY</i><i>, THE BOSTON GLOBE, TOWN &amp; COUNTRY, SHE READS, LIBRARY JOURNAL, </i>AND MORE!<br></b><br><b><i>New York Times</i> </b><b>bestselling author Xochitl Gonzalez delivers a captivating story about a young woman whose life becomes ensnared in her glamorous neighbor’s secret past</b><br><br>SPRING, 2007<br><br>At twenty-six, Alicia Canales Forten feels smothered by her future. She’s in a long-distance relationship, living at home with her mother’s beliefs, saving up for her wedding to a future doctor. 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For 26-year-old Brooklyn native Alicia Canales Forten, observing the life of her glamorous and enigmatic...Xochitl Gonzalez's prose is warm enough to seduce but cool enough to rip it all away -- lest any of us gets too comfortable looking into the proverbial neighbor's window. A truly gorgeous read!\\\" <br/><b>--Ivy Buck, <i>NPR</i><br/></b><br/>\\\"<i>Last Night in Brooklyn</i> is an immersive story about standing at the edge of your life and realizing how quickly the ground can move under you.\\\" <br/><b>--Apple Books</b> <p/>\\\"Gonzalez's latest novel brings the enclave of Fort Greene, Brooklyn, to brilliant light. The author of <i>Olga Dies Dreaming</i> and<i> Anita de Monte Laughs Last </i>is a master at shaping distinct characters that leave an indelible impression on each other and themselves. Exploring potential, obligation, and living out your wildest dreams, this is literary fiction at its most evocative.\\\"<br/><b>--Harper's Bazaar<br/></b><br/><b><i>\\\"</i></b>Since her bestselling debut<i> Olga Dies Dreaming</i>, Gonzalez has established herself as one of our sharpest chroniclers of ambition, class, and the hidden costs of \\\"making it.\\\" <br/><b>--<i>Oprah Daily <p/></i></b>\\\"A vibrant coming-of-age story set in Brooklyn in 2007, this novel follows Alicia Canales Forten and her obsession with her alluring neighbor, La Garza. Gonzalez captures the energy of a neighborhood shaped by gentrification and a nation on the brink of financial ruin.\\\" <br/><b>--<i>The Boston Globe<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"New York Times bestselling author Xochitl Gonzalez delivers a captivating story about a young woman whose life becomes ensnared in her glamorous neighbor's secret past, laying bare the mounting tensions at play in a rapidly gentrifying, early 2000's Fort Greene, Brooklyn.\\\" <br/><b>--<i>Nerd Daily <p/></i></b>\\\"[Gonzalez's] bracing point of view animates a propulsive storyline strung with memorable characters...Brilliant party scenes, tart dialogue, and dramatic plot developments further enrich this gripping work, another step forward for the talented Gonzalez. Smart, tough-minded, and passionate: a pleasure from start to finish.\\\"<br/><b>--<i>Kirkus </i>(starred review)<br/></b><br/>\\\"This is a fantastic meditation on a very particular moment in Brooklyn history\\\"<br/><b>--Julia Rittenberg, <i>Book Riot<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"Xochitl Gonzalez really knows how to render time and place, and this novel takes you back to Brooklyn in 2007 on the verge of massive change. It promises a story of class and gentrification and imagining different lives, and also a story about being a person who knows people in a way that feels valuable.\\\"<br/><b>--<i>Lithub <p/></i></b>\\\"This novel challenges the life that money can buy and the compromises of fiscal assimilation for people of color chasing the 'American Dream.'\\\"<br/><b>--</b><i><b>Electric Lit<br/></b></i><br/>\\\"With fascinating characters, rapid-fire dialogue, poignant backstories, sexy and dangerous relationships, excruciating and sardonically funny situations, sharp psychological and social insights, vibrant descriptions, abrupt shifts, showdowns, and revelations, this is an all-the-way-live novel of dreams, anguish, vengeance, and liberation.\\\"<br/><b>--<i>Booklist </i>(starred review)<br/></b><br/>\\\"The Brooklyn story I've been waiting for, replete with all the glamor, stakes, and capital D drama of a modern <i>Great Gatsby</i>. No one writes about ambition, money, class, and the cost of survival in a world driven by profit over people quite like Gonzalez. Equally, no one captures joy, community, and the sweetness of belonging like her either. Thrillingly alive and electrically entertaining from start to finish, <i>Last Night in Brooklyn </i>is a triumph.\\\" <b>--Coco Mellors, <i> New York Times</i> bestselling author of<i> Blue Sisters</i></b> <p/>\\\"Xochitl's Gonzalez's pages are packed full of the splendor and vertigo of split identities and divided allegiances, which marks her and her book as Brooklyn to the bone. A student of urban betrayal and communal memory, she not only knows where the bodies are buried, she knows how to make them get up and dance again.\\\"<br/><b>--Jonathan Lethem, </b><b>author of <i>Motherless Brooklyn</i> and <i>A Different Kind of Tension <p/></i></b>\\\"It is a treat to read Xochitl Gonzalez, who writes with intimacy, immediacy, and singular charm that seizes you from the first page and never lets go. <i>Last Night in Brooklyn</i> is a stunning achievement: <i>The Great Gatsby</i> reimagined for Black and brown Brooklyn, elegantly evocative and chattily profound. It is at once an exploration into the cost of ambition, a loving portrait of the people and places we are always on the verge of losing, and a fitting elegy for what is already gone.\\\"<br/><b>--Rachel Khong, <i> New York Times</i> Bestselling author of <i>Real Americans<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"Xochitl Gonzalez invites us into a world of fame and fashion, money and power, ambition and jealousy, love and heartbreak, all set against the backdrop of a Brooklyn rendered with aching beauty and shimmering detail. A thrilling portrait of a city, a country, and a group of friends all teetering at the edge of seismic transformation.<b>\\\"<br/>--Nathan Hill, <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of <i>Wellness</i> and <i>The Nix</i></b></p>\"},{\"id\":\"115857764T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<p><b>Praise for<i> Last Night in Brooklyn</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Part love letter to New York’s Black and Latinx communities, part historical record of Brooklyn’s Fort Greene neighborhood pre-gentrification, Gonzalez follows up on her <i>New York Times</i>- bestselling book <i>Olga Dies Dreaming</i> with a novel that is both witty and deeply sincere.\\\"<br/><b>—<i>Bustle<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"<i>Last Night in Brooklyn</i> is a bittersweet fever dream of a novel — a sticky summer something that sits somewhere between a telenovela and <i>Succession</i>. For 26-year-old Brooklyn native Alicia Canales Forten, observing the life of her glamorous and enigmatic...Xochitl Gonzalez's prose is warm enough to seduce but cool enough to rip it all away — lest any of us gets too comfortable looking into the proverbial neighbor's window. A truly gorgeous read!\\\"  <br/><b>—Ivy Buck, <i>NPR</i><br/></b><br/>\\\"<i>Last Night in Brooklyn</i> is an immersive story about standing at the edge of your life and realizing how quickly the ground can move under you.\\\" <br/><b>—Apple Books</b><br/><br/>\\\"Gonzalez’s latest novel brings the enclave of Fort Greene, Brooklyn, to brilliant light. The author of <i>Olga Dies Dreaming</i> and<i> Anita de Monte Laughs Last </i>is a master at shaping distinct characters that leave an indelible impression on each other and themselves. Exploring potential, obligation, and living out your wildest dreams, this is literary fiction at its most evocative.\\\"<br/><b>—Harper's Bazaar<br/></b><br/><b><i>\\\"</i></b>Since her bestselling debut<i> Olga Dies Dreaming</i>, Gonzalez has established herself as one of our sharpest chroniclers of ambition, class, and the hidden costs of “making it.” <br/><b>—<i>Oprah Daily<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"A vibrant coming-of-age story set in Brooklyn in 2007, this novel follows Alicia Canales Forten and her obsession with her alluring neighbor, La Garza. Gonzalez captures the energy of a neighborhood shaped by gentrification and a nation on the brink of financial ruin.\\\"  <br/><b>—<i>The Boston Globe<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"New York Times bestselling author Xochitl Gonzalez delivers a captivating story about a young woman whose life becomes ensnared in her glamorous neighbor’s secret past, laying bare the mounting tensions at play in a rapidly gentrifying, early 2000’s Fort Greene, Brooklyn.\\\" <br/><b>—<i>Nerd Daily<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"[Gonzalez's] bracing point of view animates a propulsive storyline strung with memorable characters...Brilliant party scenes, tart dialogue, and dramatic plot developments further enrich this gripping work, another step forward for the talented Gonzalez. 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No one writes about ambition, money, class, and the cost of survival in a world driven by profit over people quite like Gonzalez. Equally, no one captures joy, community, and the sweetness of belonging like her either. Thrillingly alive and electrically entertaining from start to finish, <i>Last Night in Brooklyn </i>is a triumph.\\\" <b>—Coco Mellors,<i> New York Times</i> bestselling author of<i> Blue Sisters</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Xochitl’s Gonzalez’s pages are packed full of the splendor and vertigo of split identities and divided allegiances, which marks her and her book as Brooklyn to the bone. A student of urban betrayal and communal memory, she not only knows where the bodies are buried, she knows how to make them get up and dance again.”<br/><b>—Jonathan Lethem, </b><b>author of <i>Motherless Brooklyn</i> and <i>A Different Kind of Tension<br/><br/></i></b>“It is a treat to read Xochitl Gonzalez, who writes with intimacy, immediacy, and singular charm that seizes you from the first page and never lets go. <i>Last Night in Brooklyn</i> is a stunning achievement: <i>The Great Gatsby</i> reimagined for Black and brown Brooklyn, elegantly evocative and chattily profound. 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I learned so much about Stoicism-I laughed out loud for real. And underneath the humor there was always something tender . . . a quiet truth about relationships, identity, and what it means to find peace with yourself.\"-OPRAH WINFREY \"Maria Semple is a treasure.\" -Los Angeles Times The New York Times bestselling author of Where'd You Go, Bernadette returns to form in her most exuberant and life-affirming novel yet with the story of one woman's cheerful determination to live a life of the mind only to have the heart force its way in.Maria Semple, author of the global sensation Where'd You Go, Bernadette returns with her most exuberant and life affirming novel yet. Adora Hazzard has it all figured out. A Stoic philosopher and divorcée, she lives a contented life on New York City's Upper West Side. Having discovered that the secret to happiness is to desire only what you have, she's applied this insight to blissful effect: relishing her teenage daughter, the freedom of being single, and her job as a moral tutor for the twin boys of an old-money family. She's even assembled a \"coven\"-like-minded women who live on the same floor in the legendary Ansonia. Adora's carefully curated life is humming along brilliantly until a chance meeting with a handsome stranger.Soon, her ordered world is upended by black-market art deals, secret rendezvous, and international intrigue . . . and her past-which she has worked so hard to bury-lands like a bomb in her present. Inflamed by unquenchable desire, Adora finds herself a woman wanting more: and she'll risk everything to get it.Romantic, hilarious, intelligent, and bursting with the stuff of life, Go Gentle is a thrilling story of one woman's midlife transformation, cementing Maria Semple in the pantheon of our most exciting and important contemporary writers.","<b>AN INSTANT<i> NEW YORK TIMES </i>BESTSELLER * OPRAH'S BOOK CLUB * \"For all those who crave a good page-turner, this is one wild ride of a story that carries equal parts wit and wisdom. I learned so much about Stoicism-I laughed out loud for real. And underneath the humor there was always something tender . . . a quiet truth about relationships, identity, and what it means to find peace with yourself.\"-OPRAH WINFREY<br> <br>\"Maria Semple is a treasure.\" -<i>Los Angeles Times</i><br> <br> The <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette</i> returns to form in her most exuberant and life-affirming novel yet with the story of one woman's cheerful determination to live a life of the mind only to have the heart force its way in.</b><br><br><b>Maria Semple, author of the global sensation <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette </i>returns with her most exuberant and life affirming novel yet. </b><br> <br>Adora Hazzard has it all figured out. A Stoic philosopher and divorcée, she lives a contented life on New York City's Upper West Side. 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I sharpened my paring knife with a few satisfying slashes and sliced four cornichons thin enough for light to pass through. Those I placed across the warm egg, chevron-style. I capped it all off with a second piece of toast, this one thick with lemon aioli.Or: I made a fried egg sandwich.But how you do anything is how you do everything, and one might say my life's work has been chasing the Platonic ideal.Viv appeared wearing that day's iteration of short-shorts, baby tee and sneakers. Her alarm had gone off at six. Evidence indicated she'd devoted the past hour to awesome lashes and beachy waves.\\\"Good morning!\\\" I couldn't help but sing out.Gorgeous, shallow creature, Viv! Reliably irritable, bereft of interests. Scroller, consumer, influencee. That Fate gave me Viv as a daughter provides a daily fountain of dismay and delight.I encased the sandwich in glass, snapped shut the lid and presented it to Viv. She looked down and back up in dawning, victimized bewilderment.\\\"I'm not shivving you,\\\" I pointed out. \\\"I'm handing you your favorite sandwich.\\\"\\\"But . . .\\\" she began.\\\"But all my friends go out to lunch? But bringing lunch from home makes me look poor? It's okay, you can say it.\\\"Viv narrowed her eyes, swiped the sandwich and pivoted back down the hall to her room. For punctuation: ye olde door slam.A scrape in the lock. Our dog walker, Ziggy, returning Mr. Man from his morning constitutional.Ziggy, there's a kid: freshman at LaGuardia, he just had three pieces in the student art show. He's a dedicated runner, has a dog-walking business and in his free time is watching all of Bret Easton Ellis's movie recommendations. Added bonus, he's besotted with me.Mr. Man, unclipped from his harness, shot past me and straight to his bowl without a hello.\\\"Hey, Ziggy,\\\" I said, positioning myself outside Viv's room for maximum effect. \\\"How's photography?\\\"Also, as an infant, Ziggy had contracted meningitis, which resulted in progressive hearing loss. He grew up in the building and is a fan favorite. When we learned he was saving for eardrum surgery, we put up flyers in the elevator. Within a week, residents and staff had raised enough for two surgeries; we threw in one for his pal from camp. Not one to let a skill go to waste, Ziggy gets paid princely by gossip sites to lip-read clips of celebrities bad-mouthing other celebrities at awards shows.\\\"Or,\\\" I said, loudly enough for Viv to hear, \\\"is photography on pause because of cross-country?\\\"\\\"I can do both,\\\" Ziggy answered, hopping up and down while standing still, which is his lovestruck way.\\\"How do you find the time? You must never be on your phone.\\\"\\\"You can stop trolling me,\\\" a muffled command from within.\\\"Hey, Viv!\\\" Ziggy stared at the closed door, hanging for a response. None came.Or: maybe it's Viv he's besotted with.Mr. Man, seeing his bowl was sans treat, returned and gave me an abject look.\\\"Don't you worry, Mr. Man,\\\" I said, all cute. \\\"You'll be dead soon enough. We'll all be.\\\"\\\"Oh!\\\" Ziggy said. \\\"Seven-sixteen. I saw them talking in the elevator.\\\"\\\"For real?\\\"Ziggy poked his head into the hallway and indicated they were still there.I whipped the dish towel over my shoulder.At the far end of the hall, a luggage cart-the brass cage type, a remnant from when the Ansonia was New York's grandest hotel-was stacked and strung with Fairway bags.A blonde in her twenties, who I'd seen in the trash room (sweet-faced but notably unfriendly), came out in stocking feet and hoisted a case of IPA onto one knee.\\\"Hi!\\\" I called as I approached. \\\"You're selling your apartment-\\\"At the sight of me, the girl became skittish as a bird.\\\"How did you know?\\\" she half-gasped.\\\"I live down the hall, and-\\\"A handsome man with loose curls and strong captain-of-the-lacrosse-team vibes appeared and stood, shoulders flat against the door frame. At well over six feet, he looked down on me in more ways than one.\\\"Why, hello,\\\" I said, and returned to the girl. \\\"I'd like to talk to you about buying.\\\"\\\"Hold on,\\\" the guy said. \\\"Are you-\\\"\\\"Matt!\\\" the girl whispered. \\\"No-\\\"\\\"-in the coven?\\\" A grin broke out across his cherub-hued face.Mention to one doorman, in passing, that you're starting a coven, and soon the whole building is looking at you askance!I chose to ignore.\\\"We can do it off-market,\\\" I told the girl. \\\"Save you the hassle and stress of listing.\\\"\\\"I'm not really sure,\\\" she said, eyes darting at Matt.\\\"How much?\\\" he asked.\\\"We can get it appraised,\\\" I answered. \\\"If we don't use a realtor, it saves you commission.\\\"\\\"Not bad,\\\" mused Matt. \\\"We'll get back to you.\\\" He tossed a laughing look my way. \\\"Now, if you'll excuse me. Duty calls.\\\"Matt returned to a big screen television. He dove onto the couch, pulling off a midair half-rotation to land him flat on his back and aimed at the TV. This, he unmuted to \\\"Breaking News.\\\"\\\"TERRORISTS HIT THE BRITISH MUSEUM,\\\" read the chyron.\\\". . . No casualties have been reported,\\\" blasted the anchor. \\\"But we can confirm the Rosetta stone has been badly damaged.\\\"I was beginning to reassess my man Matt, the news lover, when the screen went black and switched to a crude animation of the back alleys of Baghdad.Matt clutched a videogame controller with both hands and, elbows dug into his sides, began the grim business of annihilating soldiers, prostitutes and fruit merchants alike.\\\"He's in commercial real estate,\\\" the girl offered, starry-eyed. \\\"We're moving to Phoenix for his job.\\\"\\\"Call me before you decide anything,\\\" I told her. \\\"I can think of five people who'd be interested.\\\"Just inside, I spotted a Sharpie on the counter. I popped in and wrote my number on a jumbo bag of Cool Ranch Doritos.\\\"Wait!\\\" said the girl, as I turned to go. \\\"Are you saying that the coven . . .\\\" She was doing some kind of math.\\\"Yes?\\\"\\\"Has a waitlist?\\\"Inside her apartment, Matt (shoes-on, doing the couch luge) was gunning people down with an intensity I reckoned he never applied to learning her love language. A statement bong dominated the coffee table. Meanwhile, out in the hallway, bag handles had begun to cut off circulation to his beloved's ringless fingers.\\\"You'll see,\\\" I said.I entered Central Park at Seventy-Second Street with amazement that this was my route to work. Even after five years, I took in the city with the mawkish wonder of a recent arrival. On the upside, tourists never stopped me to ask directions. On the downside, I tripped and fell more than your average New Yorker.Passing the Dakota with its lit torches: each step I took as if through history itself. Approaching the Imagine mosaic and its unceasing soundtrack of buskers: my ears peeled through the din of car horns and helicopters to name that tune. Today, a deep cut, \\\"Savoy Truffle.\\\" Not even a John song! Descending the dogwood-flocked path: the majestic clomp of distant horse hooves sent a reliable thrill. Beholding the crazy quilt of budding magnolia blossoms, lime-green chutes and cutesy crocuses beginning their annual prison break: spring had sprung, baby!The reflexive next move would be to stop and breathe it all in. But I've learned the hard way. Central Park, no matter how fresh-smelling it may look, you take one whiff and it's piss all the way down.I crossed the park, my pace juiced by the recent bomb-drop. (Not your bomb-drop, British Museum. Sorry, Rosetta stone, you were fun while you lasted!) The available apartment. Who would I ask to join . . .Whatever you'd call our trio of highly competent, accomplished women (theater director, lawyer, philosopher) of a certain age (divorcee, widow, divorcee) who'd bought apartments on the same floor of the Ansonia so that down the line we could age in place and go out in a blaze of convivial independence?An unimpeachably intentional, highly curated, feminist old folks' home? Nah, not much of a ring.A tragic, estrogen-free trio trying to put our best face on the realization society is done with us and we're destined to die alone? No, and bite your tongue.It had started innocently enough. I'd moved to the Upper West Side after my divorce. Weeks in, I went to see chamber music with my friend Emily Ann (widowed lawyer), and on the way home said I had to stop at the market.Emily Ann did, too. \\\"What are you getting?\\\" she asked.(Now see, looking back, I already want to spend the rest of my life with that person: someone genuinely interested in my shopping list.)\\\"I've been craving tuna,\\\" I said. \\\"But the celery comes prepackaged in two heads, and I only ever want a couple of stalks.\\\" I hated waste. Emily Ann did, too.\\\"It's why I never make tuna,\\\" Emily Ann put in ruefully.\\\"What are you getting?\\\"\\\"Bread for sandwiches.\\\"Sliced bread. That, too, I hadn't bought because I only ever needed a couple of pieces at a time. (Viv was away, summering with her dad.)Right then, in the fusty cavity between the inner and outer doors of Morton Williams on Fifty-Seventh, inspiration struck.I grabbed Emily Ann by both arms and dug my fingers in.\\\"You buy celery!\\\" she cried, reading my mind. \\\"And I buy bread, and we give each other half!\\\"A runaway train couldn't have stopped us. On the aggressively narrow dining counter, I broke off celery stalks and slipped them into her Dave's Killer Bread bag. Into my celery bag went six pieces of her twenty-one-grain bread. It was divine, if spinsterish-Strike that.It was divine and spinsterish.When I attempt to define happiness and understand its place in the hierarchy of the human project (divorced philosopher), my mind leaps to those five minutes in the market with Emily Ann. (Sorry, marriage-to-Hal! Sorry, birth-of-Viv!) They were marked by spontaneity, creative problem-solving, lawlessness, laughter and kinship. I existed vividly and exclusively in the present moment. The universe was harmonious and it had my back. I felt wide and well.Obv, the next day Emily Ann and I texted each other pictures. Her tuna: rough chunks of celery and onion drowning in mayonnaise. My tuna: finely diced celery, onion, fresh dill, parsley, kalamata olives, capers and Mama Lil's Peppers, undetectable mayonnaise, generous lemon juice. Her arms: fingerprint-bruised from being dug into. Mine: not.I recounted the story to our friend Minna (making her the divorced theater director). She wildly wanted in.Thus began Fridays at Fairway. A meetup of single women who purchase and divvy celery, carrots, basil, muffins-anything we want but comes packaged too much for one. We've been known to bring Tupperware and Ziplocs. I call it a meetup because when other women see what we're doing, they instantly get it and want in. Sometimes it's a dozen of us. Other times it's just me and a bag of Mexican limes, ten for a dollar. I'm still surprised The New York Times hasn't gotten in touch; isn't that all the Style Section is, breathless reporting on trends that barely exist?We kicked it up a notch when an apartment became available on my floor. I mentioned it to Minna, who'd turned on her longtime East Village neighborhood for getting overrun by bougie NYU students. So she escaped to the suburbs of Manhattan, aka the Upper West Side, followed by Emily Ann a year later. The idea being to pool our resources and, when the time comes, we'll take care of one another.Women. You can't accuse us of not being practical.Whenever I mention this arrangement to married couples, I'm met with one of two responses neatly divided along gender lines.1. \\\"Wait, you can do that?\\\" (Said with wheels turning and fond memories of Ding-Dong Ditch.)2. \\\"Keep away from my wife.\\\"I took out my phone and texted Minna and Emily Ann.716 available. I'm on it.In immediate response, not just the shriveled witch, but an outbreak of shriveled witches floating across my screen.So, yes: coven.As I waited to cross Fifth Avenue, I bid good morning to the private security guard who patrols the block.\\\"Morning, Tony! Catch any crazies?\\\"\\\"Whatever you're on,\\\" he said, red-eyed and nursing a Greek diner coffee, \\\"I need some.\\\"\\\"A life of the mind,\\\" I answered, and headed towards the steps of one of the few remaining Beaux-Arts mansions from the Gilded Age.I have one of the weirder jobs. I'm the recipient of a fellowship from the Lockwood Library, you know, the museum on Fifth Avenue. Once home to steel baron Leo Lockwood, it's now among New York's swankier museums and houses the Lockwood collection. If you haven't been, run-don't-walk to check out the rare books, art, and whatever show is currently up. It's a can't-miss experience and the price is right: free, plus unlimited apple cider. At the very least, now you know where to pee on the Upper East Side.In exchange for health insurance, an office overlooking a formal garden, and a cushy (for a philosopher!) income, I'm asked to research and write in the Library and, four days a week-here comes the weird part-provide moral training for Lionel and Layla Lockwood's twin tween sons.Today it's weird. Back in the day-way back, we're talking Ancient Greece and Rome-it was all the rage to have a philosopher on staff. Alexander the Great was famously tutored by Aristotle. Marcus Aurelius, future emperor of Rome, attributes his swoon-worthy character to his Stoic teacher, Rusticus. Philosophy, it wasn't just for rich people! Socrates walked the streets of Athens hectoring all he came across into debating right from wrong, so vexing the powers that be they sentenced him to death by hemlock.I admitted myself through the employee entrance, scanned into the turnstile and dumped my bag onto the conveyor belt.\\\"Oh, Doctor!\\\" came a voice.It was Hannah, the first assistant to Lionel and Layla Lockwood. Hannah was early thirties, with curly hair and severe, blow-dried bangs which left a neat runway of forehead above her chunky black glasses.I entered Command Central, the eyes and ears of the Lockwood Library. A cramped space, it was barely big enough for Hannah. One wall was devoted to video surveillance monitors.\\\"The family returned from Paris early,\\\" Hannah said, slicing mail with a letter opener. \\\"There was an incident with the boys, and Mrs. Lockwood requested you today after school.\\\"\"},{\"id\":\"125834493T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"CAUTION: This email originated from outside of Penguin Random House. Please be extra cautious when opening file attachments or clicking on links.<br/><br/>I slid the fried egg-extra crispy, embedded with cracked pink peppercorns-onto a nest of baby arugula centered atop a slice of toasted sourdough. I sharpened my paring knife with a few satisfying slashes and sliced four cornichons thin enough for light to pass through. Those I placed across the warm egg, chevron-style. I capped it all off with a second piece of toast, this one thick with lemon aioli.<br/><br/>Or: I made a fried egg sandwich.<br/><br/>But how you do anything is how you do everything, and one might say my life's work has been chasing the Platonic ideal.<br/><br/>Viv appeared wearing that day's iteration of short-shorts, baby tee and sneakers. Her alarm had gone off at six. Evidence indicated she'd devoted the past hour to awesome lashes and beachy waves.<br/><br/>\\\"Good morning!\\\" I couldn't help but sing out.<br/><br/>Gorgeous, shallow creature, Viv! Reliably irritable, bereft of interests. Scroller, consumer, influencee. That Fate gave me Viv as a daughter provides a daily fountain of dismay and delight.<br/><br/>I encased the sandwich in glass, snapped shut the lid and presented it to Viv. She looked down and back up in dawning, victimized bewilderment.<br/><br/>\\\"I'm not shivving you,\\\" I pointed out. \\\"I'm handing you your favorite sandwich.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"But . . .\\\" she began.<br/><br/>\\\"But all my friends go out to lunch? But bringing lunch from home makes me look poor? It's okay, you can say it.\\\"<br/><br/>Viv narrowed her eyes, swiped the sandwich and pivoted back down the hall to her room. For punctuation: ye olde door slam.<br/><br/>A scrape in the lock. Our dog walker, Ziggy, returning Mr. Man from his morning constitutional.<br/><br/>Ziggy, there's a kid: freshman at LaGuardia, he just had three pieces in the student art show. He's a dedicated runner, has a dog-walking business and in his free time is watching all of Bret Easton Ellis's movie recommendations. Added bonus, he's besotted with me.<br/><br/>Mr. Man, unclipped from his harness, shot past me and straight to his bowl without a hello.<br/><br/>\\\"Hey, Ziggy,\\\" I said, positioning myself outside Viv's room for maximum effect. \\\"How's photography?\\\"<br/><br/>Also, as an infant, Ziggy had contracted meningitis, which resulted in progressive hearing loss. He grew up in the building and is a fan favorite. When we learned he was saving for eardrum surgery, we put up flyers in the elevator. Within a week, residents and staff had raised enough for two surgeries; we threw in one for his pal from camp. Not one to let a skill go to waste, Ziggy gets paid princely by gossip sites to lip-read clips of celebrities bad-mouthing other celebrities at awards shows.<br/><br/>\\\"Or,\\\" I said, loudly enough for Viv to hear, \\\"is photography on pause because of cross-country?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"I can do both,\\\" Ziggy answered, hopping up and down while standing still, which is his lovestruck way.<br/><br/>\\\"How do you find the time? You must never be on your phone.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"You can stop trolling me,\\\" a muffled command from within.<br/><br/>\\\"Hey, Viv!\\\" Ziggy stared at the closed door, hanging for a response. None came.<br/><br/>Or: maybe it's Viv he's besotted with.<br/><br/>Mr. Man, seeing his bowl was sans treat, returned and gave me an abject look.<br/><br/>\\\"Don't you worry, Mr. Man,\\\" I said, all cute. \\\"You'll be dead soon enough. We'll all be.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Oh!\\\" Ziggy said. \\\"Seven-sixteen. I saw them talking in the elevator.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"For real?\\\"<br/><br/>Ziggy poked his head into the hallway and indicated they were still there.<br/><br/>I whipped the dish towel over my shoulder.<br/><br/>At the far end of the hall, a luggage cart-the brass cage type, a remnant from when the Ansonia was New York's grandest hotel-was stacked and strung with Fairway bags.<br/><br/>A blonde in her twenties, who I'd seen in the trash room (sweet-faced but notably unfriendly), came out in stocking feet and hoisted a case of IPA onto one knee.<br/><br/>\\\"Hi!\\\" I called as I approached. \\\"You're selling your apartment-\\\"<br/><br/>At the sight of me, the girl became skittish as a bird.<br/><br/>\\\"How did you know?\\\" she half-gasped.<br/><br/>\\\"I live down the hall, and-\\\"<br/><br/>A handsome man with loose curls and strong captain-of-the-lacrosse-team vibes appeared and stood, shoulders flat against the door frame. At well over six feet, he looked down on me in more ways than one.<br/><br/>\\\"Why, hello,\\\" I said, and returned to the girl. \\\"I'd like to talk to you about buying.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Hold on,\\\" the guy said. \\\"Are you-\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Matt!\\\" the girl whispered. \\\"No-\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"-in the coven?\\\" A grin broke out across his cherub-hued face.<br/><br/>Mention to one doorman, in passing, that you're starting a coven, and soon the whole building is looking at you askance!<br/><br/>I chose to ignore.<br/><br/>\\\"We can do it off-market,\\\" I told the girl. \\\"Save you the hassle and stress of listing.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"I'm not really sure,\\\" she said, eyes darting at Matt.<br/><br/>\\\"How much?\\\" he asked.<br/><br/>\\\"We can get it appraised,\\\" I answered. \\\"If we don't use a realtor, it saves you commission.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Not bad,\\\" mused Matt. \\\"We'll get back to you.\\\" He tossed a laughing look my way. \\\"Now, if you'll excuse me. Duty calls.\\\"<br/><br/>Matt returned to a big screen television. He dove onto the couch, pulling off a midair half-rotation to land him flat on his back and aimed at the TV. This, he unmuted to \\\"Breaking News.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"TERRORISTS HIT THE BRITISH MUSEUM,\\\" read the chyron.<br/><br/>\\\". . . No casualties have been reported,\\\" blasted the anchor. \\\"But we can confirm the Rosetta stone has been badly damaged.\\\"<br/><br/>I was beginning to reassess my man Matt, the news lover, when the screen went black and switched to a crude animation of the back alleys of Baghdad.<br/><br/>Matt clutched a videogame controller with both hands and, elbows dug into his sides, began the grim business of annihilating soldiers, prostitutes and fruit merchants alike.<br/><br/>\\\"He's in commercial real estate,\\\" the girl offered, starry-eyed. \\\"We're moving to Phoenix for his job.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Call me before you decide anything,\\\" I told her. \\\"I can think of five people who'd be interested.\\\"<br/><br/>Just inside, I spotted a Sharpie on the counter. I popped in and wrote my number on a jumbo bag of Cool Ranch Doritos.<br/><br/>\\\"Wait!\\\" said the girl, as I turned to go. \\\"Are you saying that the coven . . .\\\" She was doing some kind of math.<br/><br/>\\\"Yes?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Has a waitlist?\\\"<br/><br/>Inside her apartment, Matt (shoes-on, doing the couch luge) was gunning people down with an intensity I reckoned he never applied to learning her love language. A statement bong dominated the coffee table. Meanwhile, out in the hallway, bag handles had begun to cut off circulation to his beloved's ringless fingers.<br/><br/>\\\"You'll see,\\\" I said.<br/><br/>I entered Central Park at Seventy-Second Street with amazement that this was my route to work. Even after five years, I took in the city with the mawkish wonder of a recent arrival. On the upside, tourists never stopped me to ask directions. On the downside, I tripped and fell more than your average New Yorker.<br/><br/>Passing the Dakota with its lit torches: each step I took as if through history itself. Approaching the Imagine mosaic and its unceasing soundtrack of buskers: my ears peeled through the din of car horns and helicopters to name that tune. Today, a deep cut, \\\"Savoy Truffle.\\\" Not even a John song! Descending the dogwood-flocked path: the majestic clomp of distant horse hooves sent a reliable thrill. Beholding the crazy quilt of budding magnolia blossoms, lime-green chutes and cutesy crocuses beginning their annual prison break: spring had sprung, baby!<br/><br/>The reflexive next move would be to stop and breathe it all in. But I've learned the hard way. Central Park, no matter how fresh-smelling it may look, you take one whiff and it's piss all the way down.<br/><br/>I crossed the park, my pace juiced by the recent bomb-drop. (Not your bomb-drop, British Museum. Sorry, Rosetta stone, you were fun while you lasted!) The available apartment. Who would I ask to join . . .<br/><br/>Whatever you'd call our trio of highly competent, accomplished women (theater director, lawyer, philosopher) of a certain age (divorcee, widow, divorcee) who'd bought apartments on the same floor of the Ansonia so that down the line we could age in place and go out in a blaze of convivial independence?<br/><br/>An unimpeachably intentional, highly curated, feminist old folks' home? Nah, not much of a ring.<br/><br/>A tragic, estrogen-free trio trying to put our best face on the realization society is done with us and we're destined to die alone? No, and bite your tongue.<br/><br/>It had started innocently enough. I'd moved to the Upper West Side after my divorce. Weeks in, I went to see chamber music with my friend Emily Ann (widowed lawyer), and on the way home said I had to stop at the market.<br/><br/>Emily Ann did, too. \\\"What are you getting?\\\" she asked.<br/><br/>(Now see, looking back, I already want to spend the rest of my life with that person: someone genuinely interested in my shopping list.)<br/><br/>\\\"I've been craving tuna,\\\" I said. \\\"But the celery comes prepackaged in two heads, and I only ever want a couple of stalks.\\\" I hated waste. Emily Ann did, too.<br/><br/>\\\"It's why I never make tuna,\\\" Emily Ann put in ruefully.<br/><br/>\\\"What are you getting?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Bread for sandwiches.\\\"<br/><br/>Sliced bread. That, too, I hadn't bought because I only ever needed a couple of pieces at a time. (Viv was away, summering with her dad.)<br/><br/>Right then, in the fusty cavity between the inner and outer doors of Morton Williams on Fifty-Seventh, inspiration struck.<br/><br/>I grabbed Emily Ann by both arms and dug my fingers in.<br/><br/>\\\"You buy celery!\\\" she cried, reading my mind. \\\"And I buy bread, and we give each other half!\\\"<br/><br/>A runaway train couldn't have stopped us. On the aggressively narrow dining counter, I broke off celery stalks and slipped them into her Dave's Killer Bread bag. Into my celery bag went six pieces of her twenty-one-grain bread. It was divine, if spinsterish-<br/><br/>Strike that.<br/><br/>It was divine and spinsterish.<br/><br/>When I attempt to define happiness and understand its place in the hierarchy of the human project (divorced philosopher), my mind leaps to those five minutes in the market with Emily Ann. (Sorry, marriage-to-Hal! Sorry, birth-of-Viv!) They were marked by spontaneity, creative problem-solving, lawlessness, laughter and kinship. I existed vividly and exclusively in the present moment. The universe was harmonious and it had my back. I felt wide and well.<br/><br/>Obv, the next day Emily Ann and I texted each other pictures. Her tuna: rough chunks of celery and onion drowning in mayonnaise. My tuna: finely diced celery, onion, fresh dill, parsley, kalamata olives, capers and Mama Lil's Peppers, undetectable mayonnaise, generous lemon juice. Her arms: fingerprint-bruised from being dug into. Mine: not.<br/><br/>I recounted the story to our friend Minna (making her the divorced theater director). She wildly wanted in.<br/><br/>Thus began Fridays at Fairway. A meetup of single women who purchase and divvy celery, carrots, basil, muffins-anything we want but comes packaged too much for one. We've been known to bring Tupperware and Ziplocs. I call it a meetup because when other women see what we're doing, they instantly get it and want in. Sometimes it's a dozen of us. Other times it's just me and a bag of Mexican limes, ten for a dollar. I'm still surprised The New York Times hasn't gotten in touch; isn't that all the Style Section is, breathless reporting on trends that barely exist?<br/><br/>We kicked it up a notch when an apartment became available on my floor. I mentioned it to Minna, who'd turned on her longtime East Village neighborhood for getting overrun by bougie NYU students. So she escaped to the suburbs of Manhattan, aka the Upper West Side, followed by Emily Ann a year later. The idea being to pool our resources and, when the time comes, we'll take care of one another.<br/><br/>Women. You can't accuse us of not being practical.<br/><br/>Whenever I mention this arrangement to married couples, I'm met with one of two responses neatly divided along gender lines.<br/><br/>1. \\\"Wait, you can do that?\\\" (Said with wheels turning and fond memories of Ding-Dong Ditch.)<br/><br/>2. \\\"Keep away from my wife.\\\"<br/><br/><br/>I took out my phone and texted Minna and Emily Ann.<br/><br/>716 available. I'm on it.<br/><br/>In immediate response, not just the shriveled witch, but an outbreak of shriveled witches floating across my screen.<br/><br/>So, yes: coven.<br/><br/>As I waited to cross Fifth Avenue, I bid good morning to the private security guard who patrols the block.<br/><br/>\\\"Morning, Tony! Catch any crazies?\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Whatever you're on,\\\" he said, red-eyed and nursing a Greek diner coffee, \\\"I need some.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"A life of the mind,\\\" I answered, and headed towards the steps of one of the few remaining Beaux-Arts mansions from the Gilded Age.<br/><br/>I have one of the weirder jobs. I'm the recipient of a fellowship from the Lockwood Library, you know, the museum on Fifth Avenue. Once home to steel baron Leo Lockwood, it's now among New York's swankier museums and houses the Lockwood collection. If you haven't been, run-don't-walk to check out the rare books, art, and whatever show is currently up. It's a can't-miss experience and the price is right: free, plus unlimited apple cider. At the very least, now you know where to pee on the Upper East Side.<br/><br/>In exchange for health insurance, an office overlooking a formal garden, and a cushy (for a philosopher!) income, I'm asked to research and write in the Library and, four days a week-here comes the weird part-provide moral training for Lionel and Layla Lockwood's twin tween sons.<br/><br/>Today it's weird. Back in the day-way back, we're talking Ancient Greece and Rome-it was all the rage to have a philosopher on staff. Alexander the Great was famously tutored by Aristotle. Marcus Aurelius, future emperor of Rome, attributes his swoon-worthy character to his Stoic teacher, Rusticus. Philosophy, it wasn't just for rich people! Socrates walked the streets of Athens hectoring all he came across into debating right from wrong, so vexing the powers that be they sentenced him to death by hemlock.<br/><br/>I admitted myself through the employee entrance, scanned into the turnstile and dumped my bag onto the conveyor belt.<br/><br/>\\\"Oh, Doctor!\\\" came a voice.<br/><br/>It was Hannah, the first assistant to Lionel and Layla Lockwood. Hannah was early thirties, with curly hair and severe, blow-dried bangs which left a neat runway of forehead above her chunky black glasses.<br/><br/>I entered Command Central, the eyes and ears of the Lockwood Library. A cramped space, it was barely big enough for Hannah. One wall was devoted to video surveillance monitors.<br/><br/>\\\"The family returned from Paris early,\\\" Hannah said, slicing mail with a letter opener. \\\"There was an incident with the boys, and Mrs. Lockwood requested you today after school.\\\"\"},{\"id\":\"125839139T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<b><u>A Most Anticipated Book of 2026</u></b><br/><br/><b><i>The </i>New <i>York Times * The Washington Post * Harper's Bazaar * TIME * BBC * Parade * Seattle Times * Lit Hub * Book Riot * Booklist * BookBub * Minnesota Star Tribune * Bookpage * Forbes * SheReads<br/><br/></i>A <i>Barnes & Noble </i>Best Book of 2026</b><br/><br/>\\\"In her new novel, her fourth, a divorced woman named Adora Hazzard is enjoying life with her teenage daughter and a 'coven' of friends on the same floor of her building on New York's Upper West Side. She is not looking for love, and so Semple gives it to her, sparking events that show off the author's trademark hilarious chaos.\\\" -<b><i>The Washington Post</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Semple blends intrigue, humor, and irony into a story that splits open one character's life and might just inspire you to make yours a little bigger too.\\\" <br/><b>-<i>Harper's Bazaar</i> </b><br/><br/>\\\"The best-selling author of <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette</i> blends the sensual with the sinister in a romp through the museums and maisonettes of genteel Manhattan.\\\"<b><i> -TIME</i></b> <br/><br/>\\\"Now this, my friends, is what we call a <i>romp</i>....[T]his one's plot has twists and turns in abundance, as [Adora] Hazzard certainly earns her last name in a series of, dare I say, <i>shenanigans</i>, animated always by a subtle, irrepressible <i>joie de vivre</i>.\\\" <b>-<i>NPR</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"The author of the smash hit Where'd You Go, Bernadette returns with a glittering new novel...A delightful page-turner.\\\" <b>-<i>People </i>(Book of the Week)</b><br/><br/>\\\"[A] hard-charging escapade that's equal parts screwball comedy, international-intrigue caper, and feminist comeuppance story.\\\" <b>-<i>New Yorker </i></b><br/><br/>\\\"[A] crackling mystery-romance...Semple's writing is warm and absurdly funny but also occasionally devastating...But <i>Go Gentle</i> remains dedicated, like Adora, to positivity and joy, and Semple makes it hard to resist either quality.\\\" <b>-<i>The Atlantic</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Finally, Maria Semple's long-awaited new novel Go Gentle combines smart humour, reflections on optimising later life, intellectual depth and romance. An intricately plotted art-heist adventure that works also as an introduction to the principles of stoicism - such is the appeal of narrator Adora Hazzard. You'll laugh and learn, and might start waking up and telling the world, \\\"Surprise me!\\\"\\\" <b>-The Guardian<br/></b><br/>\\\"Semple is great at writing women on the edge, characters with seemingly perfect lives who are secretly about to crack, so I can't wait to see what she does with this one.\\\" <b><i>-Lit Hub</i></b> <br/><br/>\\\"Semple comes by comedy honestly: The novelist began her career as a screenwriter whose credits include series such as \\\"Mad About You\\\" and \\\"Arrested Development.\\\" Readers might know her as the author of the novel \\\"Where'd You Go, Bernadette\\\" - she brings her same sense of offbeat humor to this book, which follows Adora, a philosopher whose life is upended when she meets an intriguing stranger. There are several plotlines in this novel, which Semple juggles with aplomb; I loved witnessing the book descend into a kind of joyful, barely controlled chaos. Beneath the humor and the wild plot twists is a graceful book about aging - intelligent, compassionate and, yes, gentle.\\\" <b><i>-Los Angeles Times</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Maria Semple is a truly American author who sees the pathos, chaos and humor in each episode, in each character's needs and wants...GO GENTLE is hard to put down --- and the final events will stay with readers long after the last page is turned. This is the perfect book for spring, a time for renewal and recharging.\\\" <b><i>-Bookreporter</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Funny, tender, mysterious, clever...Semple entertains in every moment of this smart story of Greek philosophy and Greek statues; desire, happiness, and their opposites; and priceless midlife peace... Readers will have hearts in their eyes to see her first new novel in a decade.\\\" <br/><b><i>-Booklist</i> (Starred Review) </b><br/><br/>\\\"A love story like no other... a totally original, madcap adventure.\\\" <b><i>-Real Simple</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Semple delivers an energetic caper about a woman who gets roped into blue-blooded family drama and a potential smuggling scheme... Semple's writing is as limber as ever... There's plenty to enjoy in this rollicking adventure.\\\" <b>-<i>Publishers Weekly</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"A joyful, madcap novel, <i>Go Gentle</i> puts 50-something women in New York City at center stage - with philosophy, art, parenting, dark secrets, and international intrigue jostling restlessly in the wings. These ladies are far more lively and youthful than Truman Capote's swans; it's a new world.... There is a delightful spark in the way all the characters come alive in a Maria Semple novel.\\\" <b>-<i>Boston Globe<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"<i>Go Gentle</i> is a thoroughly fun and raucous read that richly explores the wisdom that comes with middle age and the tradeoff between being content and taking chances.\\\" <b>-<i>BookPage<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"In April, <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette</i> author Maria Semple returns with another off-beat tale, <i>Go Gentle</i>, this time about a contented divorcée whose life suddenly starts to unravel.\\\" <b><i>-BBC </i></b><br/><br/>\\\"From the bestselling author of <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette </i>comes another thought-provoking tale about following your own path.\\\" -<b><i>Woman's World<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"This is a book by the brilliant Maria Semple, folks, so the mayhem is the most fun part...it's an absolute blast.\\\" -<i><b>Town & Country <br/></b></i><br/>\\\"Delightfully zany\\\"<b> <i>-New York Post<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"A touching and hilarious story...[Go Gentle] is perfect for those looking for a bit of romance, while also looking out for something that sparks positivity and creativity. It's focused on life, and sometimes, that's what we need.\\\" <b><i>-Parade<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"A smart, emotionally sharp novel from one of contemporary fiction's most reliable crowd-pleasers.\\\" <b><i>-Book & Film Globe</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"...a wild ride of a book that's delightful while you're reading it and that lingers long after you're done.\\\" <b><i>-Minneapolis Star Tribune<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"<i>Go Gentle</i> is Maria Semple's first novel in a decade, and it is well worth the wait. As smart as it is funny, this is a madcap caper, a sweet romance, and a thoughtful consideration of desire all rolled into one. It's a party in book form-the most fun I've had reading this year-and I look forward to talking about it for months to come.\\\" <b><i>-BookRiot<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"In the spirit of Semple's <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette</i>, <i>Go Gentle</i> is both slyly comic and unexpectedly tender -- a character-driven portrait of life's second act and the quiet ways people are changed by one another.\\\" <b><i>-Goop<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"Set against a backdrop of artistic ambition and intrigue, the novel blends Semple's signature humor with a more introspective edge, exploring what it means to loosen control and find purpose again.\\\" <br/><b><i>-CityScene<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"A middle-aged divorcée grabs life by the balls in this madcap romp.\\\" <b><i> -Washington Independent Review of Books <br/><br/></i></b>\\\"[S]pending a few days with [Adora Hazzard] may be the most exhilarating thing you can do for yourself this summer.\\\" <b><i>-</i>Ron Charles<br/><br/></b>\\\"This one's been on my list since its spring release, and I can't wait to sink my teeth into it this summer. It follows a divorced former TV writer and Stoic philosopher who's living on the Upper West Side among her 'coven,' a group of impressive women who plan to 'grow old in curated company.' But her blissful existence is upended when a new man in her life drags her into bizarre corners of the art world's black market. I absolutely loved Semple's <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette</i>, so I've got high hopes for this.\\\" <b><i>-Katie Couric Media </i><br/><br/></b>\\\"If your vibe is art heist with a little New York coven, then this is the book for you. Go Gentle is brilliantly humorous and while there is a heavier storyline in the book, this is overall still such a wild ride.\\\" <i><b>-</b></i><b><i>Book Talk with Lauren </i><br/><br/></b>\\\"\\\"Go Gentle\\\" is a brilliant undertaking and gripping to read... exquisitely written and mysteriously plotted triumph of a novel, you will likely swoon over Semple's exquisite sentences and stare off in the distance after reading near perfect phrasing. Cowboy up for this one; don't let it escape.\\\" <i><b>-Durango Telegraph</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Maria Semple is a delight, and her latest book, 'Go Gentle,' is a continuation of that delightfulness and hilarity.\\\" <i><b>-Page Six</b></i><br/><br/>\\\"Semple has created something rare in<i> Go Gentle</i>: a story that's both deeply intellectual and still accessible. This novel is what happens when someone who understands trauma writes about healing. Smart, funny, and devastating in a great way. Read this book.\\\" -<b>Jennette McCurdy,<i> New York Times </i>bestselling author of<i> I'm Glad My Mom Died</i> and <i>Half His Age</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Highly original and loaded with Maria Semple's signature wit, <i>Go Gentle</i> takes us on a fast, wild ride through the days and nights of a philosopher for whom the meaning of life-and how to get through it-is completely upended by the one thing she never saw coming. Love.\\\" -<b>Bonnie Garmus, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Lessons in Chemistry<br/><br/></i></b>\\\"Manic and frank, playful and wise, <i>Go Gentle</i> rampages through reality, giving us glimpses into Hollywood writer's rooms, the lives of the fabulously wealthy New York elite, art heists and philosophical debates, but perhaps most preciously it allows us to glimpse a vision of cronehood as empowering and sexy and fun. Adora Hazzard is a heroine for the ages.\\\"<b> -Rufi Thorpe, author of <i>Margo's Got Money Troubles<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"This is the kind of book I dream of. Hilarious, urbane, touching but never sentimental and just brilliantly plotted. It's about so many things-art world shenanigans, toxic Hollywood writer rooms, stoic philosophers, and above all, love, love, love. Maria Semple graces her readers with the intrigue, wisdom and belly laughs we deserve.\\\" -<b>Gary Shteyngart, author of <i>Vera, or Faith</i> and <i>Our Country Friends</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"I adored this novel and it made me very happy. <i>Go Gentle </i>combines Semple's giant intellect, genius thinking, rich, witty dialogue and screwball comedy. Brimming with big ideas about art and philosophy and questions about the way we live our lives, this is an intricately plotted mystery, intrigue and romance with a glorious cast of characters.\\\" -<b>Nina Stibbe, award-winning author of<i> Love, Nina</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"131679663T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>A Most Anticipated Book of 2026</b> <p/><b><i>The </i>New <i>York Times - The Washington Post - Harper's Bazaar - TIME - BBC - Parade - Seattle Times - Lit Hub - Book Riot - Booklist - BookBub - Minnesota Star Tribune - Bookpage - Forbes - SheReads <p/></i>A <i>Barnes & Noble </i>Best Book of 2026</b> <p/>\\\"In her new novel, her fourth, a divorced woman named Adora Hazzard is enjoying life with her teenage daughter and a 'coven' of friends on the same floor of her building on New York's Upper West Side. She is not looking for love, and so Semple gives it to her, sparking events that show off the author's trademark hilarious chaos.\\\" -<b><i>The Washington Post</i></b> <p/>\\\"Semple blends intrigue, humor, and irony into a story that splits open one character's life and might just inspire you to make yours a little bigger too.\\\" <br/><b>-<i>Harper's Bazaar</i> </b> <p/>\\\"The best-selling author of <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette</i> blends the sensual with the sinister in a romp through the museums and maisonettes of genteel Manhattan.\\\"<b><i> -TIME</i></b> <p/>\\\"Now this, my friends, is what we call a <i>romp</i>....[T]his one's plot has twists and turns in abundance, as [Adora] Hazzard certainly earns her last name in a series of, dare I say, <i>shenanigans</i>, animated always by a subtle, irrepressible <i>joie de vivre</i>.\\\" <b>-<i>NPR</i></b> <p/>\\\"The author of the smash hit Where'd You Go, Bernadette returns with a glittering new novel...A delightful page-turner.\\\" <b>-<i>People </i>(Book of the Week)</b> <p/>\\\"[A] hard-charging escapade that's equal parts screwball comedy, international-intrigue caper, and feminist comeuppance story.\\\" <b>-<i>New Yorker </i></b> <p/>\\\"[A] crackling mystery-romance...Semple's writing is warm and absurdly funny but also occasionally devastating...But <i>Go Gentle</i> remains dedicated, like Adora, to positivity and joy, and Semple makes it hard to resist either quality.\\\" <b>-<i>The Atlantic</i></b> <p/>\\\"Finally, Maria Semple's long-awaited new novel Go Gentle combines smart humour, reflections on optimising later life, intellectual depth and romance. An intricately plotted art-heist adventure that works also as an introduction to the principles of stoicism - such is the appeal of narrator Adora Hazzard. You'll laugh and learn, and might start waking up and telling the world, \\\"Surprise me!\\\"\\\" <b>-The Guardian<br/></b><br/>\\\"Semple is great at writing women on the edge, characters with seemingly perfect lives who are secretly about to crack, so I can't wait to see what she does with this one.\\\" <b><i>-Lit Hub</i></b> <p/>\\\"Semple comes by comedy honestly: The novelist began her career as a screenwriter whose credits include series such as \\\"Mad About You\\\" and \\\"Arrested Development.\\\" Readers might know her as the author of the novel \\\"Where'd You Go, Bernadette\\\" -- she brings her same sense of offbeat humor to this book, which follows Adora, a philosopher whose life is upended when she meets an intriguing stranger. There are several plotlines in this novel, which Semple juggles with aplomb; I loved witnessing the book descend into a kind of joyful, barely controlled chaos. Beneath the humor and the wild plot twists is a graceful book about aging -- intelligent, compassionate and, yes, gentle.\\\" <b><i>-Los Angeles Times</i></b> <p/>\\\"Maria Semple is a truly American author who sees the pathos, chaos and humor in each episode, in each character's needs and wants...GO GENTLE is hard to put down --- and the final events will stay with readers long after the last page is turned. This is the perfect book for spring, a time for renewal and recharging.\\\" <b><i>-Bookreporter</i></b> <p/>\\\"Funny, tender, mysterious, clever...Semple entertains in every moment of this smart story of Greek philosophy and Greek statues; desire, happiness, and their opposites; and priceless midlife peace... Readers will have hearts in their eyes to see her first new novel in a decade.\\\" <br/><b><i>-Booklist</i> (Starred Review) </b> <p/>\\\"A love story like no other... a totally original, madcap adventure.\\\" <b><i>-Real Simple</i></b> <p/>\\\"Semple delivers an energetic caper about a woman who gets roped into blue-blooded family drama and a potential smuggling scheme... Semple's writing is as limber as ever... There's plenty to enjoy in this rollicking adventure.\\\" <b>-<i>Publishers Weekly</i></b> <p/>\\\"A joyful, madcap novel, <i>Go Gentle</i> puts 50-something women in New York City at center stage -- with philosophy, art, parenting, dark secrets, and international intrigue jostling restlessly in the wings. These ladies are far more lively and youthful than Truman Capote's swans; it's a new world.... There is a delightful spark in the way all the characters come alive in a Maria Semple novel.\\\" <b>-<i>Boston Globe<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"<i>Go Gentle</i> is a thoroughly fun and raucous read that richly explores the wisdom that comes with middle age and the tradeoff between being content and taking chances.\\\" <b>-<i>BookPage<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"In April, <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette</i> author Maria Semple returns with another off-beat tale, <i>Go Gentle</i>, this time about a contented divorcée whose life suddenly starts to unravel.\\\" <b><i>-BBC </i></b> <p/>\\\"From the bestselling author of <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette </i>comes another thought-provoking tale about following your own path.\\\" -<b><i>Woman's World <p/></i></b>\\\"This is a book by the brilliant Maria Semple, folks, so the mayhem is the most fun part...it's an absolute blast.\\\" -<i><b>Town & Country <br/></b></i><br/>\\\"Delightfully zany\\\"<b> <i>-New York Post<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"A touching and hilarious story...[Go Gentle] is perfect for those looking for a bit of romance, while also looking out for something that sparks positivity and creativity. It's focused on life, and sometimes, that's what we need.\\\" <b><i>-Parade<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"A smart, emotionally sharp novel from one of contemporary fiction's most reliable crowd-pleasers.\\\" <b><i>-Book & Film Globe</i></b> <p/>\\\"...a wild ride of a book that's delightful while you're reading it and that lingers long after you're done.\\\" <b><i>--Minneapolis Star Tribune<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"<i>Go Gentle</i> is Maria Semple's first novel in a decade, and it is well worth the wait. As smart as it is funny, this is a madcap caper, a sweet romance, and a thoughtful consideration of desire all rolled into one. It's a party in book form--the most fun I've had reading this year--and I look forward to talking about it for months to come.\\\" <b><i>--BookRiot <p/></i></b>\\\"In the spirit of Semple's <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette</i>, <i>Go Gentle</i> is both slyly comic and unexpectedly tender -- a character-driven portrait of life's second act and the quiet ways people are changed by one another.\\\" <b><i>--Goop<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"Set against a backdrop of artistic ambition and intrigue, the novel blends Semple's signature humor with a more introspective edge, exploring what it means to loosen control and find purpose again.\\\" <br/><b><i>--CityScene <p/></i></b>\\\"A middle-aged divorcée grabs life by the balls in this madcap romp.\\\" <b><i> --Washington Independent Review of Books <p/></i></b>\\\"[S]pending a few days with [Adora Hazzard] may be the most exhilarating thing you can do for yourself this summer.\\\" <b><i>--</i>Ron Charles <p/></b>\\\"This one's been on my list since its spring release, and I can't wait to sink my teeth into it this summer. It follows a divorced former TV writer and Stoic philosopher who's living on the Upper West Side among her 'coven, ' a group of impressive women who plan to 'grow old in curated company.' But her blissful existence is upended when a new man in her life drags her into bizarre corners of the art world's black market. I absolutely loved Semple's <i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette</i>, so I've got high hopes for this.\\\" <b><i>--Katie Couric Media </i> <p/></b>\\\"If your vibe is art heist with a little New York coven, then this is the book for you. Go Gentle is brilliantly humorous and while there is a heavier storyline in the book, this is overall still such a wild ride.\\\" <i><b>--</b></i><b><i>Book Talk with Lauren </i> <p/></b>\\\"\\\"Go Gentle\\\" is a brilliant undertaking and gripping to read... exquisitely written and mysteriously plotted triumph of a novel, you will likely swoon over Semple's exquisite sentences and stare off in the distance after reading near perfect phrasing. Cowboy up for this one; don't let it escape.\\\" <i><b>--Durango Telegraph</b></i> <p/>\\\"Maria Semple is a delight, and her latest book, 'Go Gentle, ' is a continuation of that delightfulness and hilarity.\\\" <i><b>--Page Six</b></i> <p/>\\\"Semple has created something rare in<i> Go Gentle</i> a story that's both deeply intellectual and still accessible. This novel is what happens when someone who understands trauma writes about healing. Smart, funny, and devastating in a great way. Read this book.\\\" --<b>Jennette McCurdy, <i> New York Times </i>bestselling author of<i> I'm Glad My Mom Died</i> and <i>Half His Age</i></b> <p/>\\\"Highly original and loaded with Maria Semple's signature wit, <i>Go Gentle</i> takes us on a fast, wild ride through the days and nights of a philosopher for whom the meaning of life--and how to get through it--is completely upended by the one thing she never saw coming. Love.\\\" --<b>Bonnie Garmus, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Lessons in Chemistry <p/></i></b>\\\"Manic and frank, playful and wise, <i>Go Gentle</i> rampages through reality, giving us glimpses into Hollywood writer's rooms, the lives of the fabulously wealthy New York elite, art heists and philosophical debates, but perhaps most preciously it allows us to glimpse a vision of cronehood as empowering and sexy and fun. Adora Hazzard is a heroine for the ages.\\\"<b> --Rufi Thorpe, author of <i>Margo's Got Money Troubles<br/></i></b><br/>\\\"This is the kind of book I dream of. Hilarious, urbane, touching but never sentimental and just brilliantly plotted. It's about so many things--art world shenanigans, toxic Hollywood writer rooms, stoic philosophers, and above all, love, love, love. 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Brimming with big ideas about art and philosophy and questions about the way we live our lives, this is an intricately plotted mystery, intrigue and romance with a glorious cast of characters.\\\" --<b>Nina Stibbe, award-winning author of<i> Love, Nina</i></b>\"},{\"id\":\"125839148T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p> The author of <em>Where’d You Go, Bernadette</em> is back with a transformative novel of new beginnings and second chances. 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Her charming farmhouse is rustic, her husband a handsome cowboy, her six children each more delightful than the last. So what if there are nannies and producers behind the scenes, her kitchen hiding industrial-grade fridges and ovens, her husband the heir to a political dynasty? What Natalie’s followers—all 8 million of them—don’t know won’t hurt them. And The Angry Women? The privileged, Ivy League, coastal elite haters who call her an antifeminist iconoclast? They’re sick with jealousy. Because Natalie isn’t simply living the good life, she’s living the ideal—and just so happens to be building an empire from it.Until one morning she wakes up in a life that isn’t hers. Her home, her husband, her children—they’re all familiar, but something’s off. Her kitchen is warmed by a sputtering fire rather than electricity, her children are dirty and strange, and her soft-handed husband is suddenly a competent farmer. Just yesterday Natalie was curating photos of homemade jam for her Instagram, and now she’s expected to haul firewood and handwash clothes until her fingers bleed. Has she become the unwitting star of a ruthless reality show? Could it really be time travel? Is she being tested by God? By Satan? 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Her charming farmhouse is rustic, her husband a handsome cowboy, her six children each more delightful than the last. So what if there are nannies and producers behind the scenes, her kitchen hiding industrial-grade fridges and ovens, her husband the heir to a political dynasty? What Natalie’s followers—all 8 million of them—don’t know won’t hurt them. And The Angry Women? The privileged, Ivy League, coastal elite haters who call her an antifeminist iconoclast? They’re sick with jealousy. Because Natalie isn’t simply living the good life, she’s living the ideal—and just so happens to be building an empire from it.<br><br>Until one morning she wakes up in a life that isn’t hers. Her home, her husband, her children—they’re all familiar, but something’s off. Her kitchen is warmed by a sputtering fire rather than electricity, her children are dirty and strange, and her soft-handed husband is suddenly a competent farmer. 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Five fifty-­eight and <i>bing:</i> eyes wide open, ready to greet the day. I’ve never had a hard time waking up in the morning. Never used the snooze button, either, not once in my life. Sobriety helps. I don’t drink. Discipline helps, too. I was born with spades of discipline, I’m practically overflowing with it—­which is why, I think, I’ve never had that much trouble with anything in my life. Not motherhood, nor marriage, nor building a business, nor serving Him. All of it appeared to me as a series of tasks to be accomplished each day, at the right time, in the correct chronological order. I know it’s not that easy for other people, but it really is for me.<br/><br/>That’s why all those strangers liked me so much.<br/><br/>That, and the money. The money definitely helped too.<br/><br/>It was wintertime. January. A cold front had just blown through the pass. By my bedroom window, the radiator was puffing hot air. The sky outside was deep-­as-­death black, and would be for another few hours. Our farm was nestled in the rolling divots between two mountain ranges in Idaho, which meant we didn’t see the sun until nine or so in the winter months. We were located five miles down a long, winding gravel country road. Not even airplanes flew overhead.<br/><br/>In the darkness, I listened to the distant mooing of Sassafras, our beloved dairy cow. I could tell by the pitch and register of her moans that my husband, Caleb, was milking her. Right on time. The man was good.<br/><br/>My husband was not disciplined before he met me. He was the youngest of five boys, the runt of the litter in an American dynasty. His father was the latest senator in a long line of U.S. senators, currently barreling through a presidential bid (third time’s the charm!); his mother was a homemaker who had spent most of her life drowning in Chardonnay. Together, through a near-­fatal combination of paternal neglect and maternal sympathy, they had raised Caleb to be soft and spoiled and sweet. But the only thing more valuable than a person with God-­given traits is a person who’s willing to learn, and my husband, <i>that man,</i> had been willing to learn.<br/><br/>And who was I?<br/><br/>A flawless Christian woman. The manic pixie American dream girl of this nation’s deepest, darkest fantasies. The mother every woman wanted to be, and the wife every man wanted to come home to. Like a nun in a porno, it didn’t make sense, but also, by God: it worked.<br/><br/>My name is Natalie Heller Mills, and I was perfect at being alive.<br/><br/>In the silences between Sassafras’s near-­human groans of pleasure (sometimes I joked online that my husband had a bovine mistress, <i>ha ha!</i>), I could just hear the distant chicken coop chatter, that meditative <i>bockbockbockbockbock</i> that served as the white noise machine of our farm. I loved our chickens. They were as domesticated as dogs, as harmless as toddlers. Sometimes I went out to the coop just to sit with them. I liked to stroke their silky necks, let them peck softly at the feed in my cupped palms.<br/><br/>We’d be killing them soon. In the darkness, my mouth watered. I’d been yearning, lately, for fresh bone broth. Once you’ve made it from scratch, the store-­bought kind tastes rancid.<br/><br/>Through the open crack of my bedroom door, there was a spilling of little-­boy laughter. The children were down the hall, having breakfast. I closed my eyes, felt the rhythms of my house like a heartbeat. Nanny Louise—­<i>a godsend for our family</i>—­was at the stove, making pancakes. Producer Shannon—­<i>my right arm</i>—­was by the kitchen sink, getting the video equipment prepared for a long day of work. Stetson and Samuel—­<i>my darling young men</i>—­were sitting at the table, shoving and pulling one another in equally groggy measure. Clementine—­<i>my eldest, the girl who made me a mother</i>—­was at the head of the table, ignoring her brothers, reading a book. Nanny Aimee—­<i>our second in command</i>—­was moving through the far corners of the house, waking up each of the littles, kissing sleepy eyelids, tugging my two toddlers gently forward into the day. She would bring one to the kitchen, hand her over to Nanny Louise, and go back to get the other.<br/><br/>I closed my eyes and whispered my daily thanks to the Lord for everything he had provided me.<br/><br/><i>Thank you, Father, for Caleb. Thank you for the Inheritance. Thank you for Clementine, Samuel, Stetson, Jessa, Junebug, and the little angel we haven’t named yet.</i><br/><br/>My hand moved instinctively to my stomach, resting at the height of the curve. I was thirty-­two years old. Six months pregnant with our sixth child. It had been the easiest pregnancy to date—­though all my pregnancies, relatively speaking, had been smooth. I was born to be a mother. I never felt more connected with Him than when I was tasked with carrying one of His creations.<br/><br/>(Do you see what I’m saying? Perfect.)<br/><br/>Beneath my palm, my baby girl rolled slowly to her side. My little sea creature. I loved her so much.<br/><br/><i>Thank you for watching over the farm animals, Lord, and thank you for helping us pass five million on Instagram this week. We’re only a few souls away from one million on YouTube, Lord. It’s through Your will, and Your will alone, that I have reached so many hearts and minds. It’s in Your name that I work to spread Your truth.</i><br/><br/>A wave of nausea passed over me, and I suffered beneath the shadow. Sometimes it actually made me sick, how perfect my life was, and how good I was at living it.<br/><br/>On the bedside table, my phone sputtered awake. I reached over and silenced it, then threw off the sheets and got up.<br/><br/>We hadn’t always had this much help. For the first few years, it had been us and the kids and the farm. When I became pregnant with my fourth, we hired Nanny Louise. When I was pregnant with my fifth, I hired Nanny Aimee, and shortly after that, we hired Producer Shannon. What we had now, in terms of help, was more than enough for the time being. It allowed me to be present with both my children and my followers in all the ways I wanted to be at all the different points throughout the day. That’s the thing about being a mother and a wife and an influencer, all at the same time: it’s basically like breastfeeding three babies simultaneously. Like seducing three lovers at once.<br/><br/><i>Why don’t you ever show all the help you have behind the scenes?</i><br/><br/>“We love our employees like they’re family, so we go to great means to protect their privacy as they’ve requested. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if my social media account ended up compromising them in any way.”<br/><br/>When I stepped into the kitchen, Producer Shannon was in the corner, fiddling with a tripod, and my four oldest children were eating breakfast at the table, each wearing a thick wool sweater. Nanny Louise was helping Jessa, our three-­and-­a-­half-­year-­old, as she poured orange juice into her glass.<br/><br/>“I can <i>do it myself,</i>” Jessa whined.<br/><br/>Nanny Louise, who also served as our homeschooling teacher, nodded and said, “Of course you can. Look. You’re doing it right now. All by yourself. Big girl.”<br/><br/>Jessa grinned, the verbal pronouncement of her autonomy enough to make her forget how Nanny Louise’s hands never left the cup. “Big girl,” she echoed. Nanny Louise tipped the glass, and my little girl drank greedily. I watched with approval as the pulp dripped down her chin. The orange juice was homemade. The tutorial would go online later this week.<br/><br/>“Good morning!” I said to the room. Six heads swiveled toward me. A chirpy chorus of <i>Morning, Mama</i> came in reply.<br/><br/>I made my way around the table, kissing each perfect cheek, ruffling each perfect head. All my children, even the boys, wore their hair long. The girls looked just like me: freckled, narrow faces, soil-­dark hair, expressions prone to penetrating seriousness. Catch one of us in a pouting moment, and you’d be forgiven for summoning images of some sixteenth-­century martyr on a hunger strike. As for the boys, they looked like Caleb: ruddy cheeks, big toothy smiles. When they were all walking in a group (and they often were; the boys worshiped Caleb) they made me think of a trio of politicians in lockstep, scouring the land in search of babies to kiss.<br/><br/>I rarely paid attention to the differences in the children. Both the girls and the boys spoke similarly, laughed similarly. Their clothing was a rainbow of neutrals. The same pile of olive and tan and ocher had been tumbling down our growing family tree for ten years now.<br/><br/><i>It’s amazing how long good cotton can last.</i><br/><br/>I walked over to my two boys, Stetson and Samuel. Stetson was nine years old, a full year older than Samuel, but as of last summer the boys were the same height, same weight. With their shoulder-­length hair and the way they seemed to do everything—­run, play, do chores, shovel food into their mouths—­in jerky, awkward-­limbed unison, they reminded me of a pair of dressage ponies.<br/><br/>I rested a hand on either head as they ate their cereal with little-­boy gusto, felt their skulls move around beneath my palms like possessed bulldozer levers. “What’s on the docket for today, boys?”<br/><br/>“Needa builda new enclosure for the heifers,” Stetson said, mouth full.<br/><br/>“Mmm,” I said. “Very important. Papa will love the help.”<br/><br/>“Papa said I could use the nail gun.”<br/><br/>Samuel shoved Stetson, knocking the spoonful of cereal out of Stetson’s hand and sending it clattering to the floor. “It’s <i>my</i> turn to use the nail gun.”<br/><br/>“You’ll <i>both</i> use the nail gun,” I said. “Nanny Louise . . . ?”<br/><br/>She nodded, wiped the pulpy juice from Jessa’s cheeks and chin, then got up to clean up the mess.<br/><br/>People refused to believe my babies were as amenable as they appeared online. There’s no way this is their actual life!!!!, the Angry Women would write. (That’s what Caleb and I called them. The Angry Women.) To which I would reply: absolutely nothing, of course. A mother’s main task is to protect her children from the world. There was no need for some hateful witch in Manhattan to see how physical Samuel got with his brother (and even his sisters, sometimes), no need for them to witness Stetson’s daily tantrum over arithmetic (I loved that boy, but he had not been gifted with a standard helping of brains). If the Angry Women found out about any of my children’s failings, they’d go crazy with bloodthirst. They’d also be devastated. None of them realized it, of course, but they needed me as much as I needed them. It was a symbiotic relationship. I was a shark, and they were five million tiny fish, nipping at the nutrients along my belly.<br/><br/>Little idiots. They were desperate to eat me. They had no idea I was the one who was keeping them alive.<br/><br/><i>How does it feel to know that millions of people around the world know intimate details about your children?</i><br/><br/>“I show only very selective moments of my children’s lives. And besides, none of them have <i>any</i> access to screens—­have you seen the studies, by the way? Of what screen time does to children’s brains? If you ask me, my children are much better off in this household, where they occasionally show up in videos for my account, than in some other household where they’d be staring at an iPad all night. I mean, really.” Sympathetic cluck. “It’s an epidemic. So sad. You should look into <i>that.</i>”<br/><br/>“You’re up early,” I remarked to Producer Shannon as I poured my coffee.<br/><br/>“Couldn’t sleep,” she said. She was frowning at one of the knobs on the camera, twisting it one way, then the other, a grumpy ex­pression on her face. When Shannon first showed up at the ranch, she was nineteen years old, a Barnard dropout with pink hair and a nose ring who was willing to do professional work at a student rate. Now she was twenty-­one. The nose ring remained; the pink hair had been abandoned in the name of her natural brown. I wasn’t sure if that was an indication of any personal identity shift so much as a practical acceptance of the realities of living an hour away from the closest city. Not exactly many options when it came to qualified hair colorists near a five-­hundred-­acre farm.<br/><br/>I paused, then said delicately, “Are you having those dreams again?”<br/><br/>She looked at me. “Who told you about that?”<br/><br/>In the dreams, Shannon stood on the nearby hillside, watching the farm burn to the ground. The house, the chicken coop, the gardens: all aflame. Car-­size balls of fire raining down from the violet heavens. As the fire spread across the fields, she would run—­or try to run—­while the barn collapsed, the animals screaming in the rubble. Sometimes she could see us in the distance, waving to her. Saying something. And sometimes—­when the dream lasted this long—­she could see beams of light shooting down from the heavens, shining grace onto my children and Caleb and me. 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When Nina Larkin is given a copy of The Joy of Sex by her newly divorced friend, she can no longer dismiss the nearly nonexistent intimacy of her marriage. Just as her oldest child, Clara, is falling in love for the first time, Nina finds herself longing for the forbidden: a midlife awakening. An intoxicating fling with a prominent neighbor brings Nina a freedom she never thought possible-but also risks the reputations of both families and unravels Clara's world, just as she stands on the threshold of adulthood.Years later, Clara, now a successful food stylist in New York City, has never been able to move past the long-ago scandal. Drawn back home by the pull of a family wedding and wrestling with her own demons, she makes a pivotal decision that turns her life upside down. 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An intoxicating fling with a prominent neighbor brings Nina a freedom she never thought possible-but also risks the reputations of both families and unravels Clara's world, just as she stands on the threshold of adulthood.</p><p>Years later, Clara, now a successful food stylist in New York City, has never been able to move past the long-ago scandal. Drawn back home by the pull of a family wedding and wrestling with her own demons, she makes a pivotal decision that turns her life upside down. 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Sweeney carries off something immensely difficult and heartening — a braiding of hurt and forgiveness, sadness and love, that feels strong enough to last.” - <b><i>Ron Charles, Substack</i></b></p><p>“A propulsive read that covers everything from intimacy to family dynamics and trust, <i>Lake Effect</i> is a zip of a book.” - <b><i>Marie Claire</i></b></p><p>“<i>Lake Effect</i> opens in 1977, Rochester, which is so precise you could almost smell it . . . if you like a big, messy family story—this is definitely a book for you.\\\" - <b><i>New York Times Book Review podcast</i></b></p><p>“Gen X, this is for you.” - <b><i>Parade</i></b></p><p>“Dazzling . . . Funny . . . Everyone in Sweeney’s big-hearted book is given choices and those tiny, blink-or-you’ll-miss-it opportunities add up to extraordinary lives.” - <b><i>Star Tribune</i></b></p><p>“Satisfying. . . . Sweeney captures the zeitgeist of the ‘70s with key passages in cultural history: along with the divorce spike of those years, the plot weaves in the research at Xerox that ultimately led to the personal computer, the early days of cable food shows, the beginnings of the AIDS epidemic, the way people could disappear in a time before email and smartphones and social media, and more. . . . .Sweeney’s insight into all the ways people who love each other end up at bitter odds gives the warm-hearted novel a welcome bite. An inviting family drama with the warmth, interest, and edge readers love in Sweeney’s work.”</p><p> - <b><i>Kirkus Reviews (starred)</i></b></p><p>“I absolutely love this book. 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The nest is on the edge of a lake that leads into Vineyard Sound, facing west. In lucky years, eggs appear in the nest in May, chicks in June. In July, the juvenile ospreys learn to fly. By September, the family is gone, headed to the Caribbean or South America for the winter.<br/><br/>When we bought our house in 2005, my husband, James, became obsessed with the osprey couple, with the magic of their annual return to the same location. He was always anxious, waiting to see if they would appear, if they would produce eggs, if the eggs would survive raccoons and crows, our local predators. Every year, he celebrated when the juveniles flew for the first time.<br/><br/>He drew me and our three young children into the drama of the ospreys, pointing them out as they soared above us, leading us in yelling \\\"Hi, Ossey!\\\" and waving at the sky. He took us into the woods to see their nest wedged high in a tree. He befriended two local osprey experts, older men who invited us to watch them tag an osprey at dawn. They attached a device that would track the bird's movements during the winter. The kids, still in their pajamas, were awestruck by the creature that looked so much larger on the ground than it did in the sky. The experts named the tagged osprey after me and sent us updates on Belle's progress throughout the winter. We worried for her and toasted her return.<br/><br/>After raccoons ravaged the ospreys' eggs two years in a row, the experts installed a pole in the same area as the original nest, designed to deter climbing animals. The tree stayed empty for a few years and then, to our astonishment, a small nest appeared. The nest grew steadily, becoming more majestic every summer, a landmark visible to swimmers and boaters across the lake. After a decade, it measured more than four feet wide and three feet tall, one of the biggest nests on the island.<br/><br/>When we arrived on the Vineyard in March of 2020, the nest was empty. The birds were still warming themselves in the southern hemisphere, perhaps beginning their pilgrimage back to the island, making their way over the Caribbean Sea and Florida, continuing north, hugging the coastline, as a virus, first found in China, made its own explosive journey through the United States. My husband and I walked around the pole in our wool hats and parkas, our boots sinking in the marsh. The nest was intact, unchanged from the previous fall. Even in the bitter air, even with sharp sticks poking out of every side, it looked strong and stable. Welcoming. We smiled at each other and talked about the couple's return. Would we be here to see it?<br/><br/>After the pandemic shuttered New York City, where we lived most of the year, we decided to quarantine on Martha's Vineyard with our two youngest children, then fifteen and twelve. It made sense to move to the Vineyard; our house there was isolated and it was our favorite place in the world. The hedge fund where James worked had gone remote, and my legal work could be done from anywhere.<br/><br/>We arrived on March 15. The island was still firmly in winter, with temperatures in the thirties, the trees barren and the light flat. An icy wind whipped around us as we unloaded the car, unpacking sweaters and boots, the girls' textbooks and cellos, one larger than the other. James set up his home office on a card table in the living room, rising at 4 a.m. to worry over the markets. He cut three different kinds of wood and built gorgeous fires in the late afternoon. He made me whiskey sours as the sun set (we believed reports that whiskey would kill the virus) and locked every door of the house at night, even though the island's population was sparse and, like New York, in lockdown. He seemed proud of his role as father and husband, nurturing us, protecting us.<br/><br/>I went for walks, tried to keep up with house cleaning and laundry, and watched the news throughout the day. There were images of overflowing emergency rooms, hospital tents in Central Park, refrigerated trucks filled with corpses. More than 20,000 people had died in New York City. There was no vaccine, and no timeline for one. Even in our isolation, even with our privilege, I was afraid.<br/><br/>I often sought out James in the woods. Out of our daughters' earshot, we would talk about the latest pandemic news, whether we should wear masks or gloves to the grocery store, if we needed to isolate grocery bags and packages before we unpacked them. James would kiss the top of my head as I hugged him, gripping the back of his sweater.<br/><br/>Our younger daughter, Carrie, discovered Fortnite and played remote games with her friends in our guest bedroom, her small body dwarfed by a giant armchair. Our older daughter, Evie, wanted to learn to make fresh pasta. She started with gnocchi and served it for dinner on March 21, the first night of spring. James made a roast chicken to accompany Evie's dish, using our outdoor grill as an oven, standing on our deck in the dark, adjusting the knobs, making sure the temperature stayed at four hundred degrees. It came out perfectly: moist and golden brown.<br/><br/>We ate at our rectangular wooden table in the kitchen. I wore pajamas with a thick wool sweater and socks, my hair still wet from the shower, piled into a bun on the top of my head. The wind howled as we ate. James seemed distracted and kept eating the gnocchi directly from the bowl rather than serving himself, a pet peeve of mine. He removed the oyster from the chicken, the piece he'd taught the kids to covet, and gave it to Carrie.<br/><br/>I FaceTimed our son, Finn, who was staying with his friend's family on Long Island, joining a group of teenagers. At seventeen, we knew he would be happier with his friends, and we thought his time away from us would be limited, a couple of weeks at most. I held up my phone so we could all see his face. We told him we missed him.<br/><br/>After we finished eating, James left the kitchen to make a work call. The girls went to the living room to watch television. Alone, I soaked the pans, loaded the dishwasher, wiped down the table. As I was filling a bucket with water and white vinegar to mop the floor, my cell phone rang, glowing and vibrating on the kitchen island. I didn't recognize the number, so I let it go to voicemail. When my phone pinged to register the message, I put down the bucket and pressed play. It was a man's voice. He sounded young and nervous.<br/><br/>He said, \\\"I'm trying to reach Belle.\\\" He paused. \\\"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your husband is having an affair with my wife.\\\" He gave his name and number.<br/><br/>I froze, feeling dizzy. The words didn't make sense. I gripped my phone and pressed the play arrow again, listening to the man's soft voice for the second time. I thought, This can't be true. This must be a mistake. James will explain this.<br/><br/>I leaned the mop against the island and went to find him, descending our stairs just as he ascended them. He was coming to find me. He looked anxious, worried.<br/><br/>He put his hand on the small of my back and guided me into the guest bedroom, the room set up with Fortnite, with empty packets of Cheddar Bunnies on the rug. He sat down on the couch. I sat in a chair to his right. There was a long pause, as if he was collecting his thoughts, searching for the right words to say to make this go away. I thought he would do that-he would make it go away. I waited.<br/><br/>He took both my hands, leaned forward, and looked me straight in the eye. He said, \\\"I promise you, this meant nothing. It's over. I love you and only you. I'm so sorry. I'm so embarrassed.\\\"<br/><br/>I asked, \\\"How long has it been going on?\\\"<br/><br/>He answered, \\\"Only a few weeks.\\\"<br/><br/>I looked down at his hands, at my body, and felt ashamed of my matronly pajamas and my socks, an oil stain from dinner on the thin cotton of my pajama pants.<br/><br/>His platinum wedding band, on his ring finger, looked scuffed from years of wear. My fingers, underneath his, were bare. I had taken off my rings, including my diamond wedding band, the day before. A friend had told me that the virus could hide under rings, evading Purell and soap, so I had pulled them off, dropping them in a jar of jewelry cleaner. For a split second I thought, Did taking off my wedding ring cause this? 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He said, \\\"We had this attraction.\\\"<br/><br/>He pulled his hands from mine and held them up to demonstrate the force pulling them together, his hands cupped, fingers spread, like he was holding a basketball. \\\"But, I swear, it didn't mean anything.\\\"<br/><br/>\\\"Does she have children?\\\" I asked.<br/><br/>He nodded and said, \\\"She has two kids.\\\"\"},{\"id\":\"130799725T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>Each spring,</b> an osprey couple returns to the same nest on our property on Martha’s Vineyard. The nest is on the edge of a lake that leads into Vineyard Sound, facing west. In lucky years, eggs appear in the nest in May, chicks in June. In July, the juvenile ospreys learn to fly. By September, the family is gone, headed to the Caribbean or South America for the winter.<br/><br/>When we bought our house in 2005, my husband, James, became obsessed with the osprey couple, with the magic of their annual return to the same location. He was always anxious, waiting to see if they would appear, if they would produce eggs, if the eggs would survive raccoons and crows, our local predators. Every year, he celebrated when the juveniles flew for the first time.<br/><br/>He drew me and our three young children into the drama of the ospreys, pointing them out as they soared above us, leading us in yelling “Hi, Ossey!” and waving at the sky. He took us into the woods to see their nest wedged high in a tree. He befriended two local osprey experts, older men who invited us to watch them tag an osprey at dawn. They attached a device that would track the bird’s movements during the winter. The kids, still in their pajamas, were awestruck by the creature that looked so much larger on the ground than it did in the sky. The experts named the tagged osprey after me and sent us updates on Belle’s progress throughout the winter. We worried for her and toasted her return.<br/><br/>After raccoons ravaged the ospreys’ eggs two years in a row, the experts installed a pole in the same area as the original nest, designed to deter climbing animals. The tree stayed empty for a few years and then, to our astonishment, a small nest appeared. The nest grew steadily, becoming more majestic every summer, a landmark visible to swimmers and boaters across the lake. After a decade, it measured more than four feet wide and three feet tall, one of the biggest nests on the island.<br/><br/>When we arrived on the Vineyard in March of 2020, the nest was empty. The birds were still warming themselves in the southern hemisphere, perhaps beginning their pilgrimage back to the island, making their way over the Caribbean Sea and Florida, continuing north, hugging the coastline, as a virus, first found in China, made its own explosive journey through the United States. My husband and I walked around the pole in our wool hats and parkas, our boots sinking in the marsh. The nest was intact, unchanged from the previous fall. Even in the bitter air, even with sharp sticks poking out of every side, it looked strong and stable. Welcoming. We smiled at each other and talked about the couple’s return. Would we be here to see it?<br/><br/>After the pandemic shuttered New York City, where we lived most of the year, we decided to quarantine on Martha’s Vineyard with our two youngest children, then fifteen and twelve. It made sense to move to the Vineyard; our house there was isolated and it was our favorite place in the world. The hedge fund where James worked had gone remote, and my legal work could be done from anywhere.<br/><br/>We arrived on March 15. The island was still firmly in winter, with temperatures in the thirties, the trees barren and the light flat. An icy wind whipped around us as we unloaded the car, unpacking sweaters and boots, the girls’ textbooks and cellos, one larger than the other. James set up his home office on a card table in the living room, rising at 4 a.m. to worry over the markets. He cut three different kinds of wood and built gorgeous fires in the late afternoon. He made me whiskey sours as the sun set (we believed reports that whiskey would kill the virus) and locked every door of the house at night, even though the island’s population was sparse and, like New York, in lockdown. He seemed proud of his role as father and husband, nurturing us, protecting us.<br/><br/>I went for walks, tried to keep up with house cleaning and laundry, and watched the news throughout the day. There were images of overflowing emergency rooms, hospital tents in Central Park, refrigerated trucks filled with corpses. More than 20,000 people had died in New York City. There was no vaccine, and no timeline for one. Even in our isolation, even with our privilege, I was afraid.<br/><br/>I often sought out James in the woods. Out of our daughters’ earshot, we would talk about the latest pandemic news, whether we should wear masks or gloves to the grocery store, if we needed to isolate grocery bags and packages before we unpacked them. James would kiss the top of my head as I hugged him, gripping the back of his sweater.<br/><br/>Our younger daughter, Carrie, discovered Fortnite and played remote games with her friends in our guest bedroom, her small body dwarfed by a giant armchair. Our older daughter, Evie, wanted to learn to make fresh pasta. She started with gnocchi and served it for dinner on March 21, the first night of spring. James made a roast chicken to accompany Evie’s dish, using our outdoor grill as an oven, standing on our deck in the dark, adjusting the knobs, making sure the temperature stayed at four hundred degrees. It came out perfectly: moist and golden brown.<br/><br/>We ate at our rectangular wooden table in the kitchen. I wore pajamas with a thick wool sweater and socks, my hair still wet from the shower, piled into a bun on the top of my head. The wind howled as we ate. James seemed distracted and kept eating the gnocchi directly from the bowl rather than serving himself, a pet peeve of mine. He removed the oyster from the chicken, the piece he’d taught the kids to covet, and gave it to Carrie.<br/><br/>I FaceTimed our son, Finn, who was staying with his friend’s family on Long Island, joining a group of teenagers. At seventeen, we knew he would be happier with his friends, and we thought his time away from us would be limited, a couple of weeks at most. I held up my phone so we could all see his face. We told him we missed him.<br/><br/>After we finished eating, James left the kitchen to make a work call. The girls went to the living room to watch television. Alone, I soaked the pans, loaded the dishwasher, wiped down the table. As I was filling a bucket with water and white vinegar to mop the floor, my cell phone rang, glowing and vibrating on the kitchen island. I didn’t recognize the number, so I let it go to voicemail. When my phone pinged to register the message, I put down the bucket and pressed play. It was a man’s voice. He sounded young and nervous.<br/><br/>He said, “I’m trying to reach Belle.” He paused. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your husband is having an affair with my wife.” He gave his name and number.<br/><br/>I froze, feeling dizzy. The words didn’t make sense. I gripped my phone and pressed the play arrow again, listening to the man’s soft voice for the second time. I thought, This can’t be true. This must be a mistake. James will explain this.<br/><br/>I leaned the mop against the island and went to find him, descending our stairs just as he ascended them. He was coming to find me. He looked anxious, worried.<br/><br/>He put his hand on the small of my back and guided me into the guest bedroom, the room set up with Fortnite, with empty packets of Cheddar Bunnies on the rug. He sat down on the couch. I sat in a chair to his right. There was a long pause, as if he was collecting his thoughts, searching for the right words to say to make this go away. I thought he would do that—he would make it go away. I waited.<br/><br/>He took both my hands, leaned forward, and looked me straight in the eye. He said, “I promise you, this meant nothing. It’s over. I love you and only you. I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed.”<br/><br/>I asked, “How long has it been going on?”<br/><br/>He answered, “Only a few weeks.”<br/><br/>I looked down at his hands, at my body, and felt ashamed of my matronly pajamas and my socks, an oil stain from dinner on the thin cotton of my pajama pants.<br/><br/>His platinum wedding band, on his ring finger, looked scuffed from years of wear. My fingers, underneath his, were bare. I had taken off my rings, including my diamond wedding band, the day before. A friend had told me that the virus could hide under rings, evading Purell and soap, so I had pulled them off, dropping them in a jar of jewelry cleaner. For a split second I thought, Did taking off my wedding ring cause this? Did I shake something loose in the universe?<br/><br/>“What is her name?” I asked.<br/><br/>“It doesn’t matter,” he said.<br/><br/>“I’m going to call her husband back, so you might as well tell me.”<br/><br/>He said the name. It was generic and, like my maiden name, alliterative; it sounded sweet.<br/><br/>“Where did you meet her?” I asked.<br/><br/>He said she was a banker. They’d met through work. He said, “We had this attraction.”<br/><br/>He pulled his hands from mine and held them up to demonstrate the force pulling them together, his hands cupped, fingers spread, like he was holding a basketball. “But, I swear, it didn’t mean anything.”<br/><br/>“Does she have children?” I asked.<br/><br/>He nodded and said, “She has two kids.”\"},{\"id\":\"122657689T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"<b>Each spring,</b> an osprey couple returns to the same nest on our property on Martha’s Vineyard. The nest is on the edge of a lake that leads into Vineyard Sound, facing west. In lucky years, eggs appear in the nest in May, chicks in June. In July, the juvenile ospreys learn to fly. By September, the family is gone, headed to the Caribbean or South America for the winter.<br/><br/>When we bought our house in 2005, my husband, James, became obsessed with the osprey couple, with the magic of their annual return to the same location. He was always anxious, waiting to see if they would appear, if they would produce eggs, if the eggs would survive raccoons and crows, our local predators. Every year, he celebrated when the juveniles flew for the first time.<br/><br/>He drew me and our three young children into the drama of the ospreys, pointing them out as they soared above us, leading us in yelling “Hi, Ossey!” and waving at the sky. He took us into the woods to see their nest wedged high in a tree. He befriended two local osprey experts, older men who invited us to watch them tag an osprey at dawn. They attached a device that would track the bird’s movements during the winter. The kids, still in their pajamas, were awestruck by the creature that looked so much larger on the ground than it did in the sky. The experts named the tagged osprey after me and sent us updates on Belle’s progress throughout the winter. We worried for her and toasted her return.<br/><br/>After raccoons ravaged the ospreys’ eggs two years in a row, the experts installed a pole in the same area as the original nest, designed to deter climbing animals. The tree stayed empty for a few years and then, to our astonishment, a small nest appeared. The nest grew steadily, becoming more majestic every summer, a landmark visible to swimmers and boaters across the lake. After a decade, it measured more than four feet wide and three feet tall, one of the biggest nests on the island.<br/><br/>When we arrived on the Vineyard in March of 2020, the nest was empty. The birds were still warming themselves in the southern hemisphere, perhaps beginning their pilgrimage back to the island, making their way over the Caribbean Sea and Florida, continuing north, hugging the coastline, as a virus, first found in China, made its own explosive journey through the United States. My husband and I walked around the pole in our wool hats and parkas, our boots sinking in the marsh. The nest was intact, unchanged from the previous fall. Even in the bitter air, even with sharp sticks poking out of every side, it looked strong and stable. Welcoming. We smiled at each other and talked about the couple’s return. Would we be here to see it?<br/><br/>After the pandemic shuttered New York City, where we lived most of the year, we decided to quarantine on Martha’s Vineyard with our two youngest children, then fifteen and twelve. It made sense to move to the Vineyard; our house there was isolated and it was our favorite place in the world. The hedge fund where James worked had gone remote, and my legal work could be done from anywhere.<br/><br/>We arrived on March 15. The island was still firmly in winter, with temperatures in the thirties, the trees barren and the light flat. An icy wind whipped around us as we unloaded the car, unpacking sweaters and boots, the girls’ textbooks and cellos, one larger than the other. James set up his home office on a card table in the living room, rising at 4 a.m. to worry over the markets. He cut three different kinds of wood and built gorgeous fires in the late afternoon. He made me whiskey sours as the sun set (we believed reports that whiskey would kill the virus) and locked every door of the house at night, even though the island’s population was sparse and, like New York, in lockdown. He seemed proud of his role as father and husband, nurturing us, protecting us.<br/><br/>I went for walks, tried to keep up with house cleaning and laundry, and watched the news throughout the day. There were images of overflowing emergency rooms, hospital tents in Central Park, refrigerated trucks filled with corpses. More than 20,000 people had died in New York City. There was no vaccine, and no timeline for one. Even in our isolation, even with our privilege, I was afraid.<br/><br/>I often sought out James in the woods. Out of our daughters’ earshot, we would talk about the latest pandemic news, whether we should wear masks or gloves to the grocery store, if we needed to isolate grocery bags and packages before we unpacked them. James would kiss the top of my head as I hugged him, gripping the back of his sweater.<br/><br/>Our younger daughter, Carrie, discovered Fortnite and played remote games with her friends in our guest bedroom, her small body dwarfed by a giant armchair. Our older daughter, Evie, wanted to learn to make fresh pasta. She started with gnocchi and served it for dinner on March 21, the first night of spring. James made a roast chicken to accompany Evie’s dish, using our outdoor grill as an oven, standing on our deck in the dark, adjusting the knobs, making sure the temperature stayed at four hundred degrees. It came out perfectly: moist and golden brown.<br/><br/>We ate at our rectangular wooden table in the kitchen. I wore pajamas with a thick wool sweater and socks, my hair still wet from the shower, piled into a bun on the top of my head. The wind howled as we ate. James seemed distracted and kept eating the gnocchi directly from the bowl rather than serving himself, a pet peeve of mine. He removed the oyster from the chicken, the piece he’d taught the kids to covet, and gave it to Carrie.<br/><br/>I FaceTimed our son, Finn, who was staying with his friend’s family on Long Island, joining a group of teenagers. At seventeen, we knew he would be happier with his friends, and we thought his time away from us would be limited, a couple of weeks at most. I held up my phone so we could all see his face. We told him we missed him.<br/><br/>After we finished eating, James left the kitchen to make a work call. The girls went to the living room to watch television. Alone, I soaked the pans, loaded the dishwasher, wiped down the table. As I was filling a bucket with water and white vinegar to mop the floor, my cell phone rang, glowing and vibrating on the kitchen island. I didn’t recognize the number, so I let it go to voicemail. When my phone pinged to register the message, I put down the bucket and pressed play. It was a man’s voice. He sounded young and nervous.<br/><br/>He said, “I’m trying to reach Belle.” He paused. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your husband is having an affair with my wife.” He gave his name and number.<br/><br/>I froze, feeling dizzy. The words didn’t make sense. I gripped my phone and pressed the play arrow again, listening to the man’s soft voice for the second time. I thought, This can’t be true. This must be a mistake. James will explain this.<br/><br/>I leaned the mop against the island and went to find him, descending our stairs just as he ascended them. He was coming to find me. He looked anxious, worried.<br/><br/>He put his hand on the small of my back and guided me into the guest bedroom, the room set up with Fortnite, with empty packets of Cheddar Bunnies on the rug. He sat down on the couch. I sat in a chair to his right. There was a long pause, as if he was collecting his thoughts, searching for the right words to say to make this go away. I thought he would do that—he would make it go away. I waited.<br/><br/>He took both my hands, leaned forward, and looked me straight in the eye. He said, “I promise you, this meant nothing. It’s over. I love you and only you. I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed.”<br/><br/>I asked, “How long has it been going on?”<br/><br/>He answered, “Only a few weeks.”<br/><br/>I looked down at his hands, at my body, and felt ashamed of my matronly pajamas and my socks, an oil stain from dinner on the thin cotton of my pajama pants.<br/><br/>His platinum wedding band, on his ring finger, looked scuffed from years of wear. My fingers, underneath his, were bare. I had taken off my rings, including my diamond wedding band, the day before. A friend had told me that the virus could hide under rings, evading Purell and soap, so I had pulled them off, dropping them in a jar of jewelry cleaner. For a split second I thought, Did taking off my wedding ring cause this? Did I shake something loose in the universe?<br/><br/>“What is her name?” I asked.<br/><br/>“It doesn’t matter,” he said.<br/><br/>“I’m going to call her husband back, so you might as well tell me.”<br/><br/>He said the name. It was generic and, like my maiden name, alliterative; it sounded sweet.<br/><br/>“Where did you meet her?” I asked.<br/><br/>He said she was a banker. They’d met through work. He said, “We had this attraction.”<br/><br/>He pulled his hands from mine and held them up to demonstrate the force pulling them together, his hands cupped, fingers spread, like he was holding a basketball. “But, I swear, it didn’t mean anything.”<br/><br/>“Does she have children?” I asked.<br/><br/>He nodded and said, “She has two kids.”\"},{\"id\":\"123990542T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"<b>Each spring,</b> an osprey couple returns to the same nest on our property on Martha&rsquo;s Vineyard. The nest is on the edge of a lake that leads into Vineyard Sound, facing west. In lucky years, eggs appear in the nest in May, chicks in June. In July, the juvenile ospreys learn to fly. By September, the family is gone, headed to the Caribbean or South America for the winter.<br><br>When we bought our house in 2005, my husband, James, became obsessed with the osprey couple, with the magic of their annual return to the same location. He was always anxious, waiting to see if they would appear, if they would produce eggs, if the eggs would survive raccoons and crows, our local predators. Every year, he celebrated when the juveniles flew for the first time.<br><br>He drew me and our three young children into the drama of the ospreys, pointing them out as they soared above us, leading us in yelling &ldquo;Hi, Ossey!&rdquo; and waving at the sky. He took us into the woods to see their nest wedged high in a tree. He befriended two local osprey experts, older men who invited us to watch them tag an osprey at dawn. They attached a device that would track the bird&rsquo;s movements during the winter. The kids, still in their pajamas, were awestruck by the creature that looked so much larger on the ground than it did in the sky. The experts named the tagged osprey after me and sent us updates on Belle&rsquo;s progress throughout the winter. We worried for her and toasted her return.<br><br>After raccoons ravaged the ospreys&rsquo; eggs two years in a row, the experts installed a pole in the same area as the original nest, designed to deter climbing animals. The tree stayed empty for a few years and then, to our astonishment, a small nest appeared. The nest grew steadily, becoming more majestic every summer, a landmark visible to swimmers and boaters across the lake. After a decade, it measured more than four feet wide and three feet tall, one of the biggest nests on the island.<br><br>When we arrived on the Vineyard in March of 2020, the nest was empty. The birds were still warming themselves in the southern hemisphere, perhaps beginning their pilgrimage back to the island, making their way over the Caribbean Sea and Florida, continuing north, hugging the coastline, as a virus, first found in China, made its own explosive journey through the United States. My husband and I walked around the pole in our wool hats and parkas, our boots sinking in the marsh. The nest was intact, unchanged from the previous fall. Even in the bitter air, even with sharp sticks poking out of every side, it looked strong and stable. Welcoming. We smiled at each other and talked about the couple&rsquo;s return. Would we be here to see it?<br><br>After the pandemic shuttered New York City, where we lived most of the year, we decided to quarantine on Martha&rsquo;s Vineyard with our two youngest children, then fifteen and twelve. It made sense to move to the Vineyard; our house there was isolated and it was our favorite place in the world. The hedge fund where James worked had gone remote, and my legal work could be done from anywhere.<br><br>We arrived on March 15. The island was still firmly in winter, with temperatures in the thirties, the trees barren and the light flat. An icy wind whipped around us as we unloaded the car, unpacking sweaters and boots, the girls&rsquo; textbooks and cellos, one larger than the other. James set up his home office on a card table in the living room, rising at 4 a.m. to worry over the markets. He cut three different kinds of wood and built gorgeous fires in the late afternoon. He made me whiskey sours as the sun set (we believed reports that whiskey would kill the virus) and locked every door of the house at night, even though the island&rsquo;s population was sparse and, like New York, in lockdown. He seemed proud of his role as father and husband, nurturing us, protecting us.<br><br>I went for walks, tried to keep up with house cleaning and laundry, and watched the news throughout the day. There were images of overflowing emergency rooms, hospital tents in Central Park, refrigerated trucks filled with corpses. More than 20,000 people had died in New York City. There was no vaccine, and no timeline for one. Even in our isolation, even with our privilege, I was afraid.<br><br>I often sought out James in the woods. Out of our daughters&rsquo; earshot, we would talk about the latest pandemic news, whether we should wear masks or gloves to the grocery store, if we needed to isolate grocery bags and packages before we unpacked them. James would kiss the top of my head as I hugged him, gripping the back of his sweater.<br><br>Our younger daughter, Carrie, discovered Fortnite and played remote games with her friends in our guest bedroom, her small body dwarfed by a giant armchair. Our older daughter, Evie, wanted to learn to make fresh pasta. She started with gnocchi and served it for dinner on March 21, the first night of spring. James made a roast chicken to accompany Evie&rsquo;s dish, using our outdoor grill as an oven, standing on our deck in the dark, adjusting the knobs, making sure the temperature stayed at four hundred degrees. It came out perfectly&#58; moist and golden brown.<br><br>We ate at our rectangular wooden table in the kitchen. I wore pajamas with a thick wool sweater and socks, my hair still wet from the shower, piled into a bun on the top of my head. The wind howled as we ate. James seemed distracted and kept eating the gnocchi directly from the bowl rather than serving himself, a pet peeve of mine. He removed the oyster from the chicken, the piece he&rsquo;d taught the kids to covet, and gave it to Carrie.<br><br>I FaceTimed our son, Finn, who was staying with his friend&rsquo;s family on Long Island, joining a group of teenagers. At seventeen, we knew he would be happier with his friends, and we thought his time away from us would be limited, a couple of weeks at most. I held up my phone so we could all see his face. We told him we missed him.<br><br>After we finished eating, James left the kitchen to make a work call. The girls went to the living room to watch television. Alone, I soaked the pans, loaded the dishwasher, wiped down the table. As I was filling a bucket with water and white vinegar to mop the floor, my cell phone rang, glowing and vibrating on the kitchen island. I didn&rsquo;t recognize the number, so I let it go to voicemail. When my phone pinged to register the message, I put down the bucket and pressed play. It was a man&rsquo;s voice. He sounded young and nervous.<br><br>He said, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m trying to reach Belle.&rdquo; He paused. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry to tell you this, but your husband is having an affair with my wife.&rdquo; He gave his name and number.<br><br>I froze, feeling dizzy. The words didn&rsquo;t make sense. I gripped my phone and pressed the play arrow again, listening to the man&rsquo;s soft voice for the second time. I thought, This can&rsquo;t be true. This must be a mistake. James will explain this.<br><br>I leaned the mop against the island and went to find him, descending our stairs just as he ascended them. He was coming to find me. He looked anxious, worried.<br><br>He put his hand on the small of my back and guided me into the guest bedroom, the room set up with Fortnite, with empty packets of Cheddar Bunnies on the rug. He sat down on the couch. I sat in a chair to his right. There was a long pause, as if he was collecting his thoughts, searching for the right words to say to make this go away. I thought he would do that&mdash;he would make it go away. I waited.<br><br>He took both my hands, leaned forward, and looked me straight in the eye. He said, &ldquo;I promise you, this meant nothing. It&rsquo;s over. I love you and only you. I&rsquo;m so sorry. I&rsquo;m so embarrassed.&rdquo;<br><br>I asked, &ldquo;How long has it been going on?&rdquo;<br><br>He answered, &ldquo;Only a few weeks.&rdquo;<br><br>I looked down at his hands, at my body, and felt ashamed of my matronly pajamas and my socks, an oil stain from dinner on the thin cotton of my pajama pants.<br><br>His platinum wedding band, on his ring finger, looked scuffed from years of wear. My fingers, underneath his, were bare. I had taken off my rings, including my diamond wedding band, the day before. A friend had told me that the virus could hide under rings, evading Purell and soap, so I had pulled them off, dropping them in a jar of jewelry cleaner. For a split second I thought, Did taking off my wedding ring cause this? Did I shake something loose in the universe?<br><br>&ldquo;What is her name?&rdquo; I asked.<br><br>&ldquo;It doesn&rsquo;t matter,&rdquo; he said.<br><br>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m going to call her husband back, so you might as well tell me.&rdquo;<br><br>He said the name. It was generic and, like my maiden name, alliterative; it sounded sweet.<br><br>&ldquo;Where did you meet her?&rdquo; I asked.<br><br>He said she was a banker. They&rsquo;d met through work. He said, &ldquo;We had this attraction.&rdquo;<br><br>He pulled his hands from mine and held them up to demonstrate the force pulling them together, his hands cupped, fingers spread, like he was holding a basketball. &ldquo;But, I swear, it didn&rsquo;t mean anything.&rdquo;<br><br>&ldquo;Does she have children?&rdquo; I asked.<br><br>He nodded and said, &ldquo;She has two kids.&rdquo;\"},{\"id\":\"116312862T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"Reads like a love story and a horror story and, in one nail-biting section, like a financial thriller.\\\"<b>-<i>The New York Times </i>(Editors' Choice)  </b><br/><br/>\\\"<i>Strangers: A Memoir of Marriage, </i>is a beautifully written eulogy for the loss of a relationship that had been loving, trusting, 'traditional' (in the best, unironic sense of the word)-riveting reading for its heartrending candor. Belle Burden examines the very nature of intimacy, vulnerability, and, in practical terms, the naïveté of many a young woman who falls in love with a 'perfect' mate.'\\\"<b>-Joyce Carol Oates, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Fox</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Examines how we view intimacy, how the people closest to us can change without us knowing, and how to move forward in the wake of devastation.\\\"<b>-<i>W</i> magazine</b><br/><br/>\\\"This is a beautiful memoir: Hard-won, incandescently honest, and ultimately affirming.\\\"<b><i>-</i>Elise Loehnen<i>, New York Times </i>bestselling author of<i> On Our Best Behavior</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"A beautifully written instant classic. <i>Strangers</i> is gripping and heartbreaking and a must-read for every wife-and husband.\\\"<b>-Graydon Carter, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>When the Going Was Good</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"In this frank, moving memoir, Burden brings readers along as she grapples with unfathomable change in and outside of her family, and pulls off the impressive trick of writing about writing herself back to wellness.\\\"<b><i>-Town & Country</i> </b><br/><br/>\\\"In <i>Strangers</i>, Belle Burden writes with piercing honesty about what happens when the life you trusted vanishes overnight-and the deeper reckoning that follows when the story you've lived no longer holds. With astounding compassion, she asks us to examine life's most perplexing questions alongside her: Can we see the invisible fault lines in a marriage or truly know the people closest to us? This is an unforgettable story not just of heartbreak, but of self-recognition-of the quiet courage of learning to live in your own truth.\\\"<b>-Lori Gottlieb, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Maybe You Should Talk to Someone </i></b><br/><br/>\\\"A lyrical and gripping tale of the abrupt end of a seemingly solid and loving marriage. I read <i>Strangers</i> in one weekend. Beyond Burden's beautiful writing and shocking story, it is a call to feminism. She reminds us: Don't fall asleep at the wheel, be self-sustaining, stake a claim in what's yours. <i>Strangers</i> is a woman's graceful awakening-and one to learn from.\\\"<b>-Isabel Gillies, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Happens Every Day</i></b><br/><br/>\\\"Heartbreaking and hopeful. 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Man Called Ove","9781476738024","In this New York Times bestselling “charming debut” (People)—soon to be a major motion picture starring Tom Hanks—from one of Sweden’s most successful authors, a grumpy yet loveable man finds his solitary world turned on its head when a boisterous young family moves in next door.Meet Ove. He’s a curmudgeon—the kind of man who points at people he dislikes as if they were burglars caught outside his bedroom window. He has staunch principles, strict routines, and a short fuse. People call him “the bitter neighbor from hell.” But must Ove be bitter just because he doesn’t walk around with a smile plastered to his face all the time? Behind the cranky exterior there is a story and a sadness. So when one November morning a chatty young couple with two chatty young daughters move in next door and accidentally flatten Ove’s mailbox, it is the lead-in to a comical and heartwarming tale of unkempt cats, unexpected friendship, and the ancient art of backing up a U-Haul. All of which will change one cranky old man and a local residents’ association to their very foundations. A feel-good story in the spirit of The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry and Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand, Fredrik Backman’s novel about the angry old man next door is a thoughtful exploration of the profound impact one life has on countless others. “If there was an award for ‘Most Charming Book of the Year,’ this first novel by a Swedish blogger-turned-overnight-sensation would win hands down” (Booklist, starred review).","<b>In this <i>New York Times </i>bestselling “charming debut” (<i>People</i>)—soon to be a major motion picture starring Tom Hanks—from one of Sweden’s most successful authors, a grumpy yet loveable man finds his solitary world turned on its head when a boisterous young family moves in next door.</b><br><br>Meet Ove. He’s a curmudgeon—the kind of man who points at people he dislikes as if they were burglars caught outside his bedroom window. He has staunch principles, strict routines, and a short fuse. People call him “the bitter neighbor from hell.” But must Ove be bitter just because he doesn’t walk around with a smile plastered to his face all the time?<br> <br>Behind the cranky exterior there is a story and a sadness. So when one November morning a chatty young couple with two chatty young daughters move in next door and accidentally flatten Ove’s mailbox, it is the lead-in to a comical and heartwarming tale of unkempt cats, unexpected friendship, and the ancient art of backing up a U-Haul. 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Maybe you’d rather have a…”<br> <br>The assistant stops and seems to be looking for a word that falls within the bounds of comprehension of the man facing him. Then he clears his throat again and says:<br> <br>“… a laptop?”<br> <br>Ove shakes his head wildly and leans menacingly over the counter.<br> <br>“No, I don’t want a ‘laptop.’ I want a <i>computer</i>.”<br> <br>The assistant nods pedagogically.<br> <br>“A laptop is a computer.”<br> <br>Ove, insulted, glares at him and stabs his forefinger at the counter.<br> <br>“You think I don’t know that!”<br> <br>Another silence, as if two gunmen have suddenly realized they have forgotten to bring their pistols. Ove looks at the box for a long time, as though he’s waiting for it to make a confession.<br> <br>“Where does the keyboard pull out?” he mutters eventually.<br> <br>The sales assistant rubs his palms against the edge of the counter and shifts his weight nervously from foot to foot, as young men employed in retail outlets often do when they begin to understand that something is going to take considerably more time than they had initially hoped.<br> <br>“Well, this one doesn’t actually have a keyboard.”<br> <br>Ove does something with his eyebrows. “Ah, of course,” he splutters. “Because you have to buy it as an ‘extra,’ don’t you?”<br> <br>“No, what I mean is that the computer doesn’t have a <i>separate</i> keyboard. You control everything from the screen.”<br> <br>Ove shakes his head in disbelief, as if he’s just witnessed the sales assistant walking around the counter and licking the glass-fronted display cabinet.<br> <br>“But I have to have a keyboard. You do understand that?”<br> <br>The young man sighs deeply, as if patiently counting to ten.<br> <br>“Okay. I understand. In that case I don’t think you should go for this computer. I think you should buy something like a MacBook instead.”<br> <br>“A McBook?” Ove says, far from convinced. “Is that one of those blessed ‘eReaders’ everyone’s talking about?”<br> <br>“No. A MacBook is a… it’s a… laptop, with a keyboard.”<br> <br>“Okay!” Ove hisses. He looks around the shop for a moment. “So are <i>they</i> any good, then?”<br> <br>The sales assistant looks down at the counter in a way that seems to reveal a fiercely yet barely controlled desire to begin clawing his own face. Then he suddenly brightens, flashing an energetic smile.<br> <br>“You know what? 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He stands at the counter of a shop where owners of Japanese cars come to purchase white cables. Ove eyes the sales assistant for a long time before shaking a medium&#151;sized white box at him.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;So this is one of those O&#151;Pads, is it?&rdquo; he demands.<BR> <BR>The assistant, a young man with a single&#151;digit body mass index, looks ill at ease. He visibly struggles to control his urge to snatch the box out of Ove&rsquo;s hands.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Yes, exactly. An iPad. Do you think you could stop shaking it like that...&#63;&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove gives the box a skeptical glance, as if it&rsquo;s a highly dubious sort of box, a box that rides a scooter and wears tracksuit pants and just called Ove &ldquo;my friend&rdquo; before offering to sell him a watch.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I see. So it&rsquo;s a computer, yes?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The sales assistant nods. Then hesitates and quickly shakes his head.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Yes... or, what I mean is, it&rsquo;s an iPad. Some people call it a &lsquo;tablet&rsquo; and others call it a &lsquo;surfing device.&rsquo; There are different ways of looking at it....&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove looks at the sales assistant as if he has just spoken backwards, before shaking the box again.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;But is it good, this thing?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant nods confusedly. &ldquo;Yes. Or... How do you mean?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove sighs and starts talking slowly, articulating his words as if the only problem here is his adversary&rsquo;s impaired hearing.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Is. It. Goooood? Is it a good computer?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant scratches his chin.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I mean... yeah... it&rsquo;s really good... but it depends what sort of computer you want.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove glares at him.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I want a computer! A normal bloody computer!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Silence descends over the two men for a short while. The assistant clears his throat.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Well... it isn&rsquo;t really a normal computer. Maybe you&rsquo;d rather have a...&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant stops and seems to be looking for a word that falls within the bounds of comprehension of the man facing him. Then he clears his throat again and says&#58;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;... a laptop?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove shakes his head wildly and leans menacingly over the counter.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;No, I don&rsquo;t want a &lsquo;laptop.&rsquo; I want a <i>computer</i>.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant nods pedagogically.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;A laptop is a computer.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove, insulted, glares at him and stabs his forefinger at the counter.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;You think I don&rsquo;t know that!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Another silence, as if two gunmen have suddenly realized they have forgotten to bring their pistols. Ove looks at the box for a long time, as though he&rsquo;s waiting for it to make a confession.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Where does the keyboard pull out?&rdquo; he mutters eventually.<BR> <BR>The sales assistant rubs his palms against the edge of the counter and shifts his weight nervously from foot to foot, as young men employed in retail outlets often do when they begin to understand that something is going to take considerably more time than they had initially hoped.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Well, this one doesn&rsquo;t actually have a keyboard.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove does something with his eyebrows. &ldquo;Ah, of course,&rdquo; he splutters. &ldquo;Because you have to buy it as an &lsquo;extra,&rsquo; don&rsquo;t you?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;No, what I mean is that the computer doesn&rsquo;t have a <i>separate</i> keyboard. You control everything from the screen.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove shakes his head in disbelief, as if he&rsquo;s just witnessed the sales assistant walking around the counter and licking the glass&#151;fronted display cabinet.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;But I have to have a keyboard. You do understand that?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The young man sighs deeply, as if patiently counting to ten.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Okay. I understand. In that case I don&rsquo;t think you should go for this computer. I think you should buy something like a MacBook instead.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;A McBook?&rdquo; Ove says, far from convinced. &ldquo;Is that one of those blessed &lsquo;eReaders&rsquo; everyone&rsquo;s talking about?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;No. A MacBook is a... it&rsquo;s a... laptop, with a keyboard.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Okay!&rdquo; Ove hisses. He looks around the shop for a moment. &ldquo;So are <i>they</i> any good, then?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The sales assistant looks down at the counter in a way that seems to reveal a fiercely yet barely controlled desire to begin clawing his own face. Then he suddenly brightens, flashing an energetic smile.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;You know what? Let me see if my colleague has finished with his customer, so he can come and give you a demonstration.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove checks his watch and grudgingly agrees, reminding the assistant that some people have better things to do than stand around all day waiting. The assistant gives him a quick nod, then disappears and comes back after a few moments with a colleague. The colleague looks very happy, as people do when they have not been working for a sufficient stretch of time as sales assistants.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Hi, how can I help you?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove drills his police&#151;flashlight finger into the counter.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I want a computer!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The colleague no longer looks quite as happy. He gives the first sales assistant an insinuating glance as if to say he&rsquo;ll pay him back for this.<BR> <BR>In the meantime the first sales assistant mutters, &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t take anymore, I&rsquo;m going for lunch.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Lunch,&rdquo; snorts Ove. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s the only thing people care about nowadays.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry?&rdquo; says the colleague and turns around.<BR> <BR><i>&ldquo;Lunch!&rdquo;</i> He sneers, then tosses the box onto the counter and swiftly walks out.<BR>\"},{\"id\":\"67052405T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"Chapter 1&#58; A Man Called Ove Buys a Computer That Is Not a Computer 1 A MAN CALLED OVE BUYS A COMPUTER THAT IS NOT A COMPUTER <BR>Ove is fifty-nine.<BR> <BR>He drives a Saab. He&rsquo;s the kind of man who points at people he doesn&rsquo;t like the look of, as if they were burglars and his forefinger a policeman&rsquo;s flashlight. He stands at the counter of a shop where owners of Japanese cars come to purchase white cables. Ove eyes the sales assistant for a long time before shaking a medium-sized white box at him.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;So this is one of those O-Pads, is it?&rdquo; he demands.<BR> <BR>The assistant, a young man with a single-digit body mass index, looks ill at ease. He visibly struggles to control his urge to snatch the box out of Ove&rsquo;s hands.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Yes, exactly. An iPad. Do you think you could stop shaking it like that...&#63;&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove gives the box a skeptical glance, as if it&rsquo;s a highly dubious sort of box, a box that rides a scooter and wears tracksuit pants and just called Ove &ldquo;my friend&rdquo; before offering to sell him a watch.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I see. So it&rsquo;s a computer, yes?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The sales assistant nods. Then hesitates and quickly shakes his head.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Yes... or, what I mean is, it&rsquo;s an iPad. Some people call it a &lsquo;tablet&rsquo; and others call it a &lsquo;surfing device.&rsquo; There are different ways of looking at it....&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove looks at the sales assistant as if he has just spoken backwards, before shaking the box again.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;But is it good, this thing?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant nods confusedly. &ldquo;Yes. Or... How do you mean?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove sighs and starts talking slowly, articulating his words as if the only problem here is his adversary&rsquo;s impaired hearing.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Is. It. Goooood? Is it a good computer?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant scratches his chin.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I mean... yeah... it&rsquo;s really good... but it depends what sort of computer you want.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove glares at him.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I want a computer! A normal bloody computer!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Silence descends over the two men for a short while. The assistant clears his throat.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Well... it isn&rsquo;t really a normal computer. Maybe you&rsquo;d rather have a...&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant stops and seems to be looking for a word that falls within the bounds of comprehension of the man facing him. Then he clears his throat again and says&#58;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;... a laptop?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove shakes his head wildly and leans menacingly over the counter.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;No, I don&rsquo;t want a &lsquo;laptop.&rsquo; I want a <i>computer</i>.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant nods pedagogically.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;A laptop is a computer.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove, insulted, glares at him and stabs his forefinger at the counter.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;You think I don&rsquo;t know that!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Another silence, as if two gunmen have suddenly realized they have forgotten to bring their pistols. Ove looks at the box for a long time, as though he&rsquo;s waiting for it to make a confession.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Where does the keyboard pull out?&rdquo; he mutters eventually.<BR> <BR>The sales assistant rubs his palms against the edge of the counter and shifts his weight nervously from foot to foot, as young men employed in retail outlets often do when they begin to understand that something is going to take considerably more time than they had initially hoped.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Well, this one doesn&rsquo;t actually have a keyboard.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove does something with his eyebrows. &ldquo;Ah, of course,&rdquo; he splutters. &ldquo;Because you have to buy it as an &lsquo;extra,&rsquo; don&rsquo;t you?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;No, what I mean is that the computer doesn&rsquo;t have a <i>separate</i> keyboard. You control everything from the screen.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove shakes his head in disbelief, as if he&rsquo;s just witnessed the sales assistant walking around the counter and licking the glass-fronted display cabinet.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;But I have to have a keyboard. You do understand that?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The young man sighs deeply, as if patiently counting to ten.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Okay. I understand. In that case I don&rsquo;t think you should go for this computer. I think you should buy something like a MacBook instead.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;A McBook?&rdquo; Ove says, far from convinced. &ldquo;Is that one of those blessed &lsquo;eReaders&rsquo; everyone&rsquo;s talking about?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;No. A MacBook is a... it&rsquo;s a... laptop, with a keyboard.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Okay!&rdquo; Ove hisses. He looks around the shop for a moment. &ldquo;So are <i>they</i> any good, then?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The sales assistant looks down at the counter in a way that seems to reveal a fiercely yet barely controlled desire to begin clawing his own face. Then he suddenly brightens, flashing an energetic smile.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;You know what? Let me see if my colleague has finished with his customer, so he can come and give you a demonstration.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove checks his watch and grudgingly agrees, reminding the assistant that some people have better things to do than stand around all day waiting. The assistant gives him a quick nod, then disappears and comes back after a few moments with a colleague. The colleague looks very happy, as people do when they have not been working for a sufficient stretch of time as sales assistants.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Hi, how can I help you?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove drills his police-flashlight finger into the counter.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I want a computer!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The colleague no longer looks quite as happy. He gives the first sales assistant an insinuating glance as if to say he&rsquo;ll pay him back for this.<BR> <BR>In the meantime the first sales assistant mutters, &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t take anymore, I&rsquo;m going for lunch.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Lunch,&rdquo; snorts Ove. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s the only thing people care about nowadays.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry?&rdquo; says the colleague and turns around.<BR> <BR><i>&ldquo;Lunch!&rdquo;</i> He sneers, then tosses the box onto the counter and swiftly walks out.<BR>\"},{\"id\":\"85599084T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"4\",\"text\":\"Chapter 1&#58; A Man Called Ove Buys a Computer That Is Not a Computer    1 A MAN CALLED OVE BUYS A COMPUTER THAT IS NOT A COMPUTER <BR>Ove is fifty-nine.<BR> <BR>He drives a Saab. He&rsquo;s the kind of man who points at people he doesn&rsquo;t like the look of, as if they were burglars and his forefinger a policeman&rsquo;s flashlight. He stands at the counter of a shop where owners of Japanese cars come to purchase white cables. Ove eyes the sales assistant for a long time before shaking a medium-sized white box at him.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;So this is one of those O-Pads, is it?&rdquo; he demands.<BR> <BR>The assistant, a young man with a single-digit body mass index, looks ill at ease. He visibly struggles to control his urge to snatch the box out of Ove&rsquo;s hands.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Yes, exactly. An iPad. Do you think you could stop shaking it like that...&#63;&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove gives the box a skeptical glance, as if it&rsquo;s a highly dubious sort of box, a box that rides a scooter and wears tracksuit pants and just called Ove &ldquo;my friend&rdquo; before offering to sell him a watch.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I see. So it&rsquo;s a computer, yes?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The sales assistant nods. Then hesitates and quickly shakes his head.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Yes... or, what I mean is, it&rsquo;s an iPad. Some people call it a &lsquo;tablet&rsquo; and others call it a &lsquo;surfing device.&rsquo; There are different ways of looking at it....&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove looks at the sales assistant as if he has just spoken backwards, before shaking the box again.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;But is it good, this thing?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant nods confusedly. &ldquo;Yes. Or... How do you mean?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove sighs and starts talking slowly, articulating his words as if the only problem here is his adversary&rsquo;s impaired hearing.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Is. It. Goooood? Is it a good computer?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant scratches his chin.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I mean... yeah... it&rsquo;s really good... but it depends what sort of computer you want.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove glares at him.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I want a computer! A normal bloody computer!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Silence descends over the two men for a short while. The assistant clears his throat.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Well... it isn&rsquo;t really a normal computer. Maybe you&rsquo;d rather have a...&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant stops and seems to be looking for a word that falls within the bounds of comprehension of the man facing him. Then he clears his throat again and says&#58;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;... a laptop?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove shakes his head wildly and leans menacingly over the counter.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;No, I don&rsquo;t want a &lsquo;laptop.&rsquo; I want a <i>computer</i>.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The assistant nods pedagogically.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;A laptop is a computer.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove, insulted, glares at him and stabs his forefinger at the counter.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;You think I don&rsquo;t know that!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Another silence, as if two gunmen have suddenly realized they have forgotten to bring their pistols. Ove looks at the box for a long time, as though he&rsquo;s waiting for it to make a confession.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Where does the keyboard pull out?&rdquo; he mutters eventually.<BR> <BR>The sales assistant rubs his palms against the edge of the counter and shifts his weight nervously from foot to foot, as young men employed in retail outlets often do when they begin to understand that something is going to take considerably more time than they had initially hoped.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Well, this one doesn&rsquo;t actually have a keyboard.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove does something with his eyebrows. &ldquo;Ah, of course,&rdquo; he splutters. &ldquo;Because you have to buy it as an &lsquo;extra,&rsquo; don&rsquo;t you?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;No, what I mean is that the computer doesn&rsquo;t have a <i>separate</i> keyboard. You control everything from the screen.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove shakes his head in disbelief, as if he&rsquo;s just witnessed the sales assistant walking around the counter and licking the glass-fronted display cabinet.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;But I have to have a keyboard. You do understand that?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The young man sighs deeply, as if patiently counting to ten.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Okay. I understand. In that case I don&rsquo;t think you should go for this computer. I think you should buy something like a MacBook instead.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;A McBook?&rdquo; Ove says, far from convinced. &ldquo;Is that one of those blessed &lsquo;eReaders&rsquo; everyone&rsquo;s talking about?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;No. A MacBook is a... it&rsquo;s a... laptop, with a keyboard.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Okay!&rdquo; Ove hisses. He looks around the shop for a moment. &ldquo;So are <i>they</i> any good, then?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The sales assistant looks down at the counter in a way that seems to reveal a fiercely yet barely controlled desire to begin clawing his own face. Then he suddenly brightens, flashing an energetic smile.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;You know what? Let me see if my colleague has finished with his customer, so he can come and give you a demonstration.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove checks his watch and grudgingly agrees, reminding the assistant that some people have better things to do than stand around all day waiting. The assistant gives him a quick nod, then disappears and comes back after a few moments with a colleague. The colleague looks very happy, as people do when they have not been working for a sufficient stretch of time as sales assistants.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Hi, how can I help you?&rdquo;<BR> <BR>Ove drills his police-flashlight finger into the counter.<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I want a computer!&rdquo;<BR> <BR>The colleague no longer looks quite as happy. He gives the first sales assistant an insinuating glance as if to say he&rsquo;ll pay him back for this.<BR> <BR>In the meantime the first sales assistant mutters, &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t take anymore, I&rsquo;m going for lunch.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;Lunch,&rdquo; snorts Ove. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s the only thing people care about nowadays.&rdquo;<BR> <BR>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry?&rdquo; says the colleague and turns around.<BR> <BR><i>&ldquo;Lunch!&rdquo;</i> He sneers, then tosses the box onto the counter and swiftly walks out.<BR>\"},{\"id\":\"82679313T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"5\",\"text\":\"<P>A Man Called Ove <li> <li> <P>1<P>A MAN CALLED OVE BUYS A COMPUTER THAT IS NOT A COMPUTER<P>Ove is fifty-nine.<P>He drives a Saab. He&#8217;s the kind of man who points at people he doesn&#8217;t like the look of, as if they were burglars and his forefinger a policeman&#8217;s flashlight. He stands at the counter of a shop where owners of Japanese cars come to purchase white cables. Ove eyes the sales assistant for a long time before shaking a medium-sized white box at him.<P>&#8220;So this is one of those O-Pads, is it?&#8221; he demands.<P>The assistant, a young man with a single-digit body mass index, looks ill at ease. He visibly struggles to control his urge to snatch the box out of Ove&#8217;s hands.<P>&#8220;Yes, exactly. An iPad. Do you think you could stop shaking it like that&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;?&#8221;<P>Ove gives the box a skeptical glance, as if it&#8217;s a highly dubious sort of box, a box that rides a scooter and wears tracksuit pants and just called Ove &#8220;my friend&#8221; before offering to sell him a watch.<P>&#8220;I see. So it&#8217;s a computer, yes?&#8221;<P>The sales assistant nods. Then hesitates and quickly shakes his head.<P>&#8220;Yes&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. or, what I mean is, it&#8217;s an iPad. Some people call it a &#8216;tablet&#8217; and others call it a &#8216;surfing device.&#8217; There are different ways of looking at it.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#8221;<P>Ove looks at the sales assistant as if he has just spoken backwards, before shaking the box again.<P>&#8220;But is it good, this thing?&#8221;<P>The assistant nods confusedly. &#8220;Yes. Or&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. How do you mean?&#8221;<P>Ove sighs and starts talking slowly, articulating his words as if the only problem here is his adversary&#8217;s impaired hearing.<P>&#8220;Is. It. Goooood? Is it a good computer?&#8221;<P>The assistant scratches his chin.<P>&#8220;I mean&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. yeah&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. it&#8217;s really good&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. but it depends what sort of computer you want.&#8221;<P>Ove glares at him.<P>&#8220;I want a computer! A normal bloody computer!&#8221;<P>Silence descends over the two men for a short while. The assistant clears his throat.<P>&#8220;Well&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. it isn&#8217;t really a normal computer. Maybe you&#8217;d rather have a&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#8221;<P>The assistant stops and seems to be looking for a word that falls within the bounds of comprehension of the man facing him. Then he clears his throat again and says&#58;<P>&#8220;.&#160;.&#160;. a laptop?&#8221;<P>Ove shakes his head wildly and leans menacingly over the counter.<P>&#8220;No, I don&#8217;t want a &#8216;laptop.&#8217; I want a computer.&#8221;<P>The assistant nods pedagogically.<P>&#8220;A laptop is a computer.&#8221;<P>Ove, insulted, glares at him and stabs his forefinger at the counter.<P>&#8220;You think I don&#8217;t know that!&#8221;<P>Another silence, as if two gunmen have suddenly realized they have forgotten to bring their pistols. Ove looks at the box for a long time, as though he&#8217;s waiting for it to make a confession.<P>&#8220;Where does the keyboard pull out?&#8221; he mutters eventually.<P>The sales assistant rubs his palms against the edge of the counter and shifts his weight nervously from foot to foot, as young men employed in retail outlets often do when they begin to understand that something is going to take considerably more time than they had initially hoped.<P>&#8220;Well, this one doesn&#8217;t actually have a keyboard.&#8221;<P>Ove does something with his eyebrows. &#8220;Ah, of course,&#8221; he splutters. &#8220;Because you have to buy it as an &#8216;extra,&#8217; don&#8217;t you?&#8221;<P>&#8220;No, what I mean is that the computer doesn&#8217;t have a separate keyboard. You control everything from the screen.&#8221;<P>Ove shakes his head in disbelief, as if he&#8217;s just witnessed the sales assistant walking around the counter and licking the glass-fronted display cabinet.<P>&#8220;But I have to have a keyboard. You do understand that?&#8221;<P>The young man sighs deeply, as if patiently counting to ten.<P>&#8220;Okay. I understand. In that case I don&#8217;t think you should go for this computer. I think you should buy something like a MacBook instead.&#8221;<P>&#8220;A McBook?&#8221; Ove says, far from convinced. &#8220;Is that one of those blessed &#8216;eReaders&#8217; everyone&#8217;s talking about?&#8221;<P>&#8220;No. A MacBook is a&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. it&#8217;s a&#160;.&#160;.&#160;. laptop, with a keyboard.&#8221;<P>&#8220;Okay!&#8221; Ove hisses. He looks around the shop for a moment. &#8220;So are they any good, then?&#8221;<P>The sales assistant looks down at the counter in a way that seems to reveal a fiercely yet barely controlled desire to begin clawing his own face. Then he suddenly brightens, flashing an energetic smile.<P>&#8220;You know what? Let me see if my colleague has finished with his customer, so he can come and give you a demonstration.&#8221;<P>Ove checks his watch and grudgingly agrees, reminding the assistant that some people have better things to do than stand around all day waiting. The assistant gives him a quick nod, then disappears and comes back after a few moments with a colleague. The colleague looks very happy, as people do when they have not been working for a sufficient stretch of time as sales assistants.<P>&#8220;Hi, how can I help you?&#8221;<P>Ove drills his police-flashlight finger into the counter.<P>&#8220;I want a computer!&#8221;<P>The colleague no longer looks quite as happy. He gives the first sales assistant an insinuating glance as if to say he&#8217;ll pay him back for this.<P>In the meantime the first sales assistant mutters, &#8220;I can&#8217;t take anymore, I&#8217;m going for lunch.&#8221;<P>&#8220;Lunch,&#8221; snorts Ove. &#8220;That&#8217;s the only thing people care about nowadays.&#8221;<P>&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry?&#8221; says the colleague and turns around.<P>&#8220;Lunch!&#8221; He sneers, then tosses the box onto the counter and swiftly walks out.\"},{\"id\":\"54037465T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"6\",\"text\":\"<P>A Man Called Ove <li> <li> <P>1<P>A MAN CALLED OVE BUYS A COMPUTER THAT IS NOT A COMPUTER<P>Ove is fifty-nine.<P>He drives a Saab. He&rsquo;s the kind of man who points at people he doesn&rsquo;t like the look of, as if they were burglars and his forefinger a policeman&rsquo;s flashlight. He stands at the counter of a shop where owners of Japanese cars come to purchase white cables. Ove eyes the sales assistant for a long time before shaking a medium-sized white box at him.<P>&ldquo;So this is one of those O-Pads, is it?&rdquo; he demands.<P>The assistant, a young man with a single-digit body mass index, looks ill at ease. He visibly struggles to control his urge to snatch the box out of Ove&rsquo;s hands.<P>&ldquo;Yes, exactly. An iPad. Do you think you could stop shaking it like that . . . &#63;&rdquo;<P>Ove gives the box a skeptical glance, as if it&rsquo;s a highly dubious sort of box, a box that rides a scooter and wears tracksuit pants and just called Ove &ldquo;my friend&rdquo; before offering to sell him a watch.<P>&ldquo;I see. So it&rsquo;s a computer, yes?&rdquo;<P>The sales assistant nods. Then hesitates and quickly shakes his head.<P>&ldquo;Yes . . . or, what I mean is, it&rsquo;s an iPad. Some people call it a &lsquo;tablet&rsquo; and others call it a &lsquo;surfing device.&rsquo; There are different ways of looking at it. . . .&rdquo;<P>Ove looks at the sales assistant as if he has just spoken backwards, before shaking the box again.<P>&ldquo;But is it good, this thing?&rdquo;<P>The assistant nods confusedly. &ldquo;Yes. Or . . . How do you mean?&rdquo;<P>Ove sighs and starts talking slowly, articulating his words as if the only problem here is his adversary&rsquo;s impaired hearing.<P>&ldquo;Is. It. Goooood? Is it a good computer?&rdquo;<P>The assistant scratches his chin.<P>&ldquo;I mean . . . yeah . . . it&rsquo;s really good . . . but it depends what sort of computer you want.&rdquo;<P>Ove glares at him.<P>&ldquo;I want a computer! A normal bloody computer!&rdquo;<P>Silence descends over the two men for a short while. The assistant clears his throat.<P>&ldquo;Well . . . it isn&rsquo;t really a normal computer. Maybe you&rsquo;d rather have a . . .&rdquo;<P>The assistant stops and seems to be looking for a word that falls within the bounds of comprehension of the man facing him. Then he clears his throat again and says&#58;<P>&ldquo;. . . a laptop?&rdquo;<P>Ove shakes his head wildly and leans menacingly over the counter.<P>&ldquo;No, I don&rsquo;t want a &lsquo;laptop.&rsquo; I want a computer.&rdquo;<P>The assistant nods pedagogically.<P>&ldquo;A laptop is a computer.&rdquo;<P>Ove, insulted, glares at him and stabs his forefinger at the counter.<P>&ldquo;You think I don&rsquo;t know that!&rdquo;<P>Another silence, as if two gunmen have suddenly realized they have forgotten to bring their pistols. Ove looks at the box for a long time, as though he&rsquo;s waiting for it to make a confession.<P>&ldquo;Where does the keyboard pull out?&rdquo; he mutters eventually.<P>The sales assistant rubs his palms against the edge of the counter and shifts his weight nervously from foot to foot, as young men employed in retail outlets often do when they begin to understand that something is going to take considerably more time than they had initially hoped.<P>&ldquo;Well, this one doesn&rsquo;t actually have a keyboard.&rdquo;<P>Ove does something with his eyebrows. &ldquo;Ah, of course,&rdquo; he splutters. &ldquo;Because you have to buy it as an &lsquo;extra,&rsquo; don&rsquo;t you?&rdquo;<P>&ldquo;No, what I mean is that the computer doesn&rsquo;t have a separate keyboard. You control everything from the screen.&rdquo;<P>Ove shakes his head in disbelief, as if he&rsquo;s just witnessed the sales assistant walking around the counter and licking the glass-fronted display cabinet.<P>&ldquo;But I have to have a keyboard. You do understand that?&rdquo;<P>The young man sighs deeply, as if patiently counting to ten.<P>&ldquo;Okay. I understand. In that case I don&rsquo;t think you should go for this computer. I think you should buy something like a MacBook instead.&rdquo;<P>&ldquo;A McBook?&rdquo; Ove says, far from convinced. &ldquo;Is that one of those blessed &lsquo;eReaders&rsquo; everyone&rsquo;s talking about?&rdquo;<P>&ldquo;No. A MacBook is a . . . it&rsquo;s a . . . laptop, with a keyboard.&rdquo;<P>&ldquo;Okay!&rdquo; Ove hisses. He looks around the shop for a moment. &ldquo;So are they any good, then?&rdquo;<P>The sales assistant looks down at the counter in a way that seems to reveal a fiercely yet barely controlled desire to begin clawing his own face. Then he suddenly brightens, flashing an energetic smile.<P>&ldquo;You know what? Let me see if my colleague has finished with his customer, so he can come and give you a demonstration.&rdquo;<P>Ove checks his watch and grudgingly agrees, reminding the assistant that some people have better things to do than stand around all day waiting. The assistant gives him a quick nod, then disappears and comes back after a few moments with a colleague. The colleague looks very happy, as people do when they have not been working for a sufficient stretch of time as sales assistants.<P>&ldquo;Hi, how can I help you?&rdquo;<P>Ove drills his police-flashlight finger into the counter.<P>&ldquo;I want a computer!&rdquo;<P>The colleague no longer looks quite as happy. He gives the first sales assistant an insinuating glance as if to say he&rsquo;ll pay him back for this.<P>In the meantime the first sales assistant mutters, &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t take anymore, I&rsquo;m going for lunch.&rdquo;<P>&ldquo;Lunch,&rdquo; snorts Ove. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s the only thing people care about nowadays.&rdquo;<P>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry?&rdquo; says the colleague and turns around.<P>&ldquo;Lunch!&rdquo; He sneers, then tosses the box onto the counter and swiftly walks out.\"},{\"id\":\"119882391T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"7\",\"text\":\"Chapter 1: A Man Called Ove Buys a Computer That Is Not a Computer 1 A MAN CALLED OVE BUYS A COMPUTER THAT IS NOT A COMPUTER <br>Ove is fifty-nine.<br> <br>He drives a Saab. He’s the kind of man who points at people he doesn’t like the look of, as if they were burglars and his forefinger a policeman’s flashlight. He stands at the counter of a shop where owners of Japanese cars come to purchase white cables. Ove eyes the sales assistant for a long time before shaking a medium-sized white box at him.<br> <br>“So this is one of those O-Pads, is it?” he demands.<br> <br>The assistant, a young man with a single-digit body mass index, looks ill at ease. He visibly struggles to control his urge to snatch the box out of Ove’s hands.<br> <br>“Yes, exactly. An iPad. Do you think you could stop shaking it like that…?”<br> <br>Ove gives the box a skeptical glance, as if it’s a highly dubious sort of box, a box that rides a scooter and wears tracksuit pants and just called Ove “my friend” before offering to sell him a watch.<br> <br>“I see. So it’s a computer, yes?”<br> <br>The sales assistant nods. Then hesitates and quickly shakes his head.<br> <br>“Yes… or, what I mean is, it’s an iPad. Some people call it a ‘tablet’ and others call it a ‘surfing device.’ There are different ways of looking at it.…”<br> <br>Ove looks at the sales assistant as if he has just spoken backwards, before shaking the box again.<br> <br>“But is it good, this thing?”<br> <br>The assistant nods confusedly. “Yes. Or… How do you mean?”<br> <br>Ove sighs and starts talking slowly, articulating his words as if the only problem here is his adversary’s impaired hearing.<br> <br>“Is. It. Goooood? Is it a good computer?”<br> <br>The assistant scratches his chin.<br> <br>“I mean… yeah… it’s really good… but it depends what sort of computer you want.”<br> <br>Ove glares at him.<br> <br>“I want a computer! A normal bloody computer!”<br> <br>Silence descends over the two men for a short while. The assistant clears his throat.<br> <br>“Well… it isn’t really a normal computer. Maybe you’d rather have a…”<br> <br>The assistant stops and seems to be looking for a word that falls within the bounds of comprehension of the man facing him. Then he clears his throat again and says:<br> <br>“… a laptop?”<br> <br>Ove shakes his head wildly and leans menacingly over the counter.<br> <br>“No, I don’t want a ‘laptop.’ I want a <i>computer</i>.”<br> <br>The assistant nods pedagogically.<br> <br>“A laptop is a computer.”<br> <br>Ove, insulted, glares at him and stabs his forefinger at the counter.<br> <br>“You think I don’t know that!”<br> <br>Another silence, as if two gunmen have suddenly realized they have forgotten to bring their pistols. Ove looks at the box for a long time, as though he’s waiting for it to make a confession.<br> <br>“Where does the keyboard pull out?” he mutters eventually.<br> <br>The sales assistant rubs his palms against the edge of the counter and shifts his weight nervously from foot to foot, as young men employed in retail outlets often do when they begin to understand that something is going to take considerably more time than they had initially hoped.<br> <br>“Well, this one doesn’t actually have a keyboard.”<br> <br>Ove does something with his eyebrows. “Ah, of course,” he splutters. “Because you have to buy it as an ‘extra,’ don’t you?”<br> <br>“No, what I mean is that the computer doesn’t have a <i>separate</i> keyboard. You control everything from the screen.”<br> <br>Ove shakes his head in disbelief, as if he’s just witnessed the sales assistant walking around the counter and licking the glass-fronted display cabinet.<br> <br>“But I have to have a keyboard. You do understand that?”<br> <br>The young man sighs deeply, as if patiently counting to ten.<br> <br>“Okay. I understand. In that case I don’t think you should go for this computer. I think you should buy something like a MacBook instead.”<br> <br>“A McBook?” Ove says, far from convinced. “Is that one of those blessed ‘eReaders’ everyone’s talking about?”<br> <br>“No. A MacBook is a… it’s a… laptop, with a keyboard.”<br> <br>“Okay!” Ove hisses. He looks around the shop for a moment. “So are <i>they</i> any good, then?”<br> <br>The sales assistant looks down at the counter in a way that seems to reveal a fiercely yet barely controlled desire to begin clawing his own face. Then he suddenly brightens, flashing an energetic smile.<br> <br>“You know what? Let me see if my colleague has finished with his customer, so he can come and give you a demonstration.”<br> <br>Ove checks his watch and grudgingly agrees, reminding the assistant that some people have better things to do than stand around all day waiting. The assistant gives him a quick nod, then disappears and comes back after a few moments with a colleague. The colleague looks very happy, as people do when they have not been working for a sufficient stretch of time as sales assistants.<br> <br>“Hi, how can I help you?”<br> <br>Ove drills his police-flashlight finger into the counter.<br> <br>“I want a computer!”<br> <br>The colleague no longer looks quite as happy. He gives the first sales assistant an insinuating glance as if to say he’ll pay him back for this.<br> <br>In the meantime the first sales assistant mutters, “I can’t take anymore, I’m going for lunch.”<br> <br>“Lunch,” snorts Ove. “That’s the only thing people care about nowadays.”<br> <br>“I’m sorry?” says the colleague and turns around.<br> <br><i>“Lunch!”</i> He sneers, then tosses the box onto the counter and swiftly walks out.\"},{\"id\":\"132677048T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"\\\"A charming debut...You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll feel new sympathy for the curmudgeons in your life. You'll also want to move to Scandinavia, where everything's cuter.\\\"\"},{\"id\":\"119725245T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"“A charming debut…You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll feel new sympathy for the curmudgeons in your life. You’ll also want to move to Scandinavia, where everything’s cuter.”— People<br/><br/>\\\"<i>A Man Called Ove</i> is exquisite. The lyrical language is the confetti thrown liberally throughout this celebration-of-life story, adding sparkle and color to an already spectacular party. Backman's characters feel so authentic that readers will likely find analogues living in their own neighborhoods.\\\"— Shelf Awareness (starred review)<br/><br/>\\\"Readers seeking feel-good tales with a message will rave about the rantings of this solitary old man with a singular outlook. If there was an award for 'Most Charming Book of the Year,' this first novel by a Swedish blogger-turned-overnight-sensation would win hands down.\\\"— Booklist, Starred Review<br/><br/>“A funny crowd-pleaser that serves up laughs to accompany a thoughtful reflection on loss and love… The author writes with winning charm.”— Publishers Weekly, starred review<br/><br/>“This charming debut novel by Backman should find a ready audience with English-language readers… hysterically funny… wry descriptions, excellent pacing… In the contest of Most Winning Combination, it would be hard to beat grumpy Ove and his hidden,generous heart.”— Kirkus Reviews<br/><br/>\\\"There are characters who amuse us, and stories that touch us. But this character and his story do even more: A Man Called Ove makes us think about who we are and how we want to live our lives. A Man Called Ove seems deceptively simple at the start, yet Frederik Backman packs a lifetime's worth of hilarity and heartbreak into this novel. Even the most crusty curmudgeon will love Ove!\\\"— Lois Leveen, author of Juliet's Nurse and The Secrets of Mary Bowser<br/><br/>“One of the most moving novels I have read this year. I defy anyone to read this book and look at a quiet withdrawn person the same way ever again.”— Cayacosta Reviews<br/><br/>“[T]he revelations about his past are what make the story so endearing. Suffice it to say that along with the characters in the story, who come to discover that Ove is more than just the grumpy old man they first met, the reader is in for an enjoyable ride.<i> A Man Called Ove</i> reminds us that even the most difficult people have a back story that helps explain their current way of interacting- and perhaps, reveals the positive side of those qualities.”— eMissourian.com<br/><br/>\\\"If you have not heard of this author, Fredrik Backman, you are in for a major treat. Major.”— Dunn County News\"},{\"id\":\"85823163T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span><p><i>A Man Called Ove</i> is a paean to the transformative power of finding friendship where you least expect it and the companionship you thought you never wanted.</p>\"},{\"id\":\"48432557T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<i>This reading group guide for</i> <b>A Man Called Ove</b> <i>includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book. <BR><BR></i> <BR><b>Introduction</b><BR><BR> Ove is getting older. He&#8217;s the kind of man who points at people he dislikes as if they were burglars caught outside his bedroom window. He has staunch principles, strict routines, and a short fuse. People in Ove&#8217;s neighborhood call him &#8220;the bitter neighbor from hell.&#8221; But behind Ove&#8217;s cranky exterior lies a story and a sadness. When an accident-prone young couple with two young daughters moves in next door and accidentally flatten Ove&#8217;s mailbox one November morning, overturning his well-ordered routine, it is the spark in a surprising, enlivening chain of events&#8212;featuring unkempt cats, unexpected friendships, arrogant bureaucrats, several trips to the hospital, and the ancient art of backing up a U-Haul. Swept along in the tide, Ove is forced to change and learn to understand his neighbors and the modern times into which he has been grudgingly dragged. But as his neighbors learn more about the reasons behind Ove&#8217;s grumpy fa&#231;ade, they must also band together to protect each other and their neighborhood in a struggle that will leave no one, including Ove, unchanged. <BR><BR><b>Topics & Questions for Discussion </b><BR><BR> 1. How does the opening scene, in which Ove attempts to purchase a computer, succinctly express the main points of Ove&#8217;s ongoing battle with the stupidities of the modern world? <BR> <BR> 2. Ove loves things that have a purpose, that are useful. How does this worldview fail him when he believes himself to be useless? How is he convinced that he can still be useful? <BR> <BR> 3. As readers, we get to know Ove slowly, with his past only being revealed piece by piece. What surprised you about Ove&#8217;s past? Why do you think the author revealed Ove&#8217;s past the way that he did? <BR> <BR> 4. We all know our own grumpy old men. How do Ove&#8217;s core values lead him to appear as such a cranky old coot, when he is in fact nothing of the sort? Which of these values do you agree or disagree with? <BR> <BR> 5. Although Ove has some major &#8220;disagreements&#8221; with the way the world turned out, there are some undeniable advantages to the modernization he finds so hollow. How do these advantages improve Ove&#8217;s life, even if he can&#8217;t admit it? <BR> <BR> 6. Parveneh&#8217;s perspective on life, as radically different from Ove&#8217;s as it is, eventually succeeds in breaking Ove out of his shell, even if she can&#8217;t change his feelings about Saabs. How does her brash, extroverted attitude manage to somehow be both rude and helpful? <BR> <BR> 7. Ove strives to be &#8220;as little unlike his father as possible.&#8221; Although this emulation provides much of the strength that helps Ove persevere through a difficult life, it also has some disadvantages. What are some of the ways that Ove grows into a new way of thinking over the course of the book? <BR> <BR> 8. Ove is a believer in the value of routine&#8212;how can following a routine be both comforting and stultifying? How can we balance routine and spontaneity? Should we? Or is there sense in eating sausage and potatoes your whole life? <BR> <BR> 9. The truism &#8220;it takes a village to raise a child&#8221; has some resonance with <i>A Man Called Ove</i>. How does the eclectic cast of posers, suits, deadbeats, and teens each help Ove in their own way? <BR> <BR> 10. Although we all identify with Ove to some extent, especially by the end of the story, we certainly also have our differences with him. Which of the supporting cast (Parveneh, Jimmy, the Lanky One, Anita) did you find yourself identifying with most? <BR> <BR> 11. What did you make of Ove&#8217;s ongoing battle with the bureaucracies that persist in getting in his way? Is Ove&#8217;s true fight with the various ruling bodies, or are they stand-ins, scapegoats, for something else? <BR> <BR> 12. On page 113, after a younger Ove punches Tom, the author reflects&#58; &#8220;A time like that comes for all men, when they choose what sort of men they want to be.&#8221; Do you agree with this sentiment, especially in this context? How does the book deal with varying ideas of masculinity? <BR> <BR> 13. On page 246, the author muses that when people don&#8217;t share sorrow, it can drive them apart. Do you agree with this? Why or why not? <BR> <BR> 14. What do you think of Ove&#8217;s relationship with the mangy cat he adopts? What does the cat allow him to express that he couldn&#8217;t otherwise say? <BR> <BR> 15. On Ove and Sonja&#8217;s trip to Spain, Ove spends his time helping the locals and fixing things. How does Ove the &#8220;hero&#8221; compare and contrast to his behavior in the rest of the book? Is that Ove&#8217;s true personality? <BR> <BR> 16. Ove and Sonja&#8217;s love story is one of the most affecting, tender parts of the book. What is the key to their romance? Why do they fit so well together? <BR> <BR> 17. Saab? Volvo? BMW? Scania? <BR><BR><b>Enhance Your Book Club</b><BR><BR> 1. Grumpy old men like Ove pop up in various forms throughout popular culture. Have a movie night for your group, and screen a film that reminds you of Ove. Perhaps try <i>About Schmidt</i>, <i>As Good as It Gets</i>, <i>Up</i>, or, obviously, <i>Grumpy Old Men</i>. Examine how the characters differ from Ove, or share his grouchy worldview. How did what you watched change the way you thought about the book? Alternatively, screen a movie you think Ove would enjoy, like a Saab commercial. <BR> <BR> 2. Parveneh and the rest of Ove&#8217;s neighbors succeed in breaking Ove out of his shell by encouraging him to reengage with people, and with life. Many of the crotchety oldsters in our lives could use a similar kind of encouragement&#8212;reach out to someone you know who could use a little company, either solo or with your group. Discuss your experiences, sharing what you learned from the Ove in your world. <BR> <BR> 3. Much of the story of Ove&#8217;s life remains untold. Imagine a scene from Ove&#8217;s life that we didn&#8217;t see, and try your hand at writing it out. Short or long, funny or serious, do your best to get into Ove&#8217;s head and depict an event that led him to become the lovable pain in the neck that we meet in the book. Share your stories with your group! <BR>\"},{\"id\":\"67053387T\",\"type\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"linkText\":\"Reading Group Guide\",\"typeId\":\"1021\",\"abbr\":\"RGG\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"PAPERBACK COMMENTARY\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<i>This reading group guide for</i> <b>A Man Called Ove</b> <i>includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book. <BR><BR></i> <BR><b>Introduction</b><BR><BR> Ove is getting older. He&#8217;s the kind of man who points at people he dislikes as if they were burglars caught outside his bedroom window. He has staunch principles, strict routines, and a short fuse. People in Ove&#8217;s neighborhood call him &#8220;the bitter neighbor from hell.&#8221; But behind Ove&#8217;s cranky exterior lies a story and a sadness. When an accident-prone young couple with two young daughters moves in next door and accidentally flatten Ove&#8217;s mailbox one November morning, overturning his well-ordered routine, it is the spark in a surprising, enlivening chain of events&#8212;featuring unkempt cats, unexpected friendships, arrogant bureaucrats, several trips to the hospital, and the ancient art of backing up a U-Haul. Swept along in the tide, Ove is forced to change and learn to understand his neighbors and the modern times into which he has been grudgingly dragged. But as his neighbors learn more about the reasons behind Ove&#8217;s grumpy fa&#231;ade, they must also band together to protect each other and their neighborhood in a struggle that will leave no one, including Ove, unchanged. <BR><BR><b>Topics & Questions for Discussion </b><BR><BR> 1. How does the opening scene, in which Ove attempts to purchase a computer, succinctly express the main points of Ove&#8217;s ongoing battle with the stupidities of the modern world? <BR> <BR> 2. Ove loves things that have a purpose, that are useful. How does this worldview fail him when he believes himself to be useless? How is he convinced that he can still be useful? <BR> <BR> 3. As readers, we get to know Ove slowly, with his past only being revealed piece by piece. What surprised you about Ove&#8217;s past? Why do you think the author revealed Ove&#8217;s past the way that he did? <BR> <BR> 4. We all know our own grumpy old men. How do Ove&#8217;s core values lead him to appear as such a cranky old coot, when he is in fact nothing of the sort? Which of these values do you agree or disagree with? <BR> <BR> 5. Although Ove has some major &#8220;disagreements&#8221; with the way the world turned out, there are some undeniable advantages to the modernization he finds so hollow. How do these advantages improve Ove&#8217;s life, even if he can&#8217;t admit it? <BR> <BR> 6. Parveneh&#8217;s perspective on life, as radically different from Ove&#8217;s as it is, eventually succeeds in breaking Ove out of his shell, even if she can&#8217;t change his feelings about Saabs. How does her brash, extroverted attitude manage to somehow be both rude and helpful? <BR> <BR> 7. Ove strives to be &#8220;as little unlike his father as possible.&#8221; Although this emulation provides much of the strength that helps Ove persevere through a difficult life, it also has some disadvantages. What are some of the ways that Ove grows into a new way of thinking over the course of the book? <BR> <BR> 8. Ove is a believer in the value of routine&#8212;how can following a routine be both comforting and stultifying? How can we balance routine and spontaneity? Should we? Or is there sense in eating sausage and potatoes your whole life? <BR> <BR> 9. The truism &#8220;it takes a village to raise a child&#8221; has some resonance with <i>A Man Called Ove</i>. How does the eclectic cast of posers, suits, deadbeats, and teens each help Ove in their own way? <BR> <BR> 10. Although we all identify with Ove to some extent, especially by the end of the story, we certainly also have our differences with him. Which of the supporting cast (Parveneh, Jimmy, the Lanky One, Anita) did you find yourself identifying with most? <BR> <BR> 11. What did you make of Ove&#8217;s ongoing battle with the bureaucracies that persist in getting in his way? Is Ove&#8217;s true fight with the various ruling bodies, or are they stand-ins, scapegoats, for something else? <BR> <BR> 12. On page 113, after a younger Ove punches Tom, the author reflects&#58; &#8220;A time like that comes for all men, when they choose what sort of men they want to be.&#8221; Do you agree with this sentiment, especially in this context? How does the book deal with varying ideas of masculinity? <BR> <BR> 13. On page 246, the author muses that when people don&#8217;t share sorrow, it can drive them apart. Do you agree with this? Why or why not? <BR> <BR> 14. What do you think of Ove&#8217;s relationship with the mangy cat he adopts? What does the cat allow him to express that he couldn&#8217;t otherwise say? <BR> <BR> 15. On Ove and Sonja&#8217;s trip to Spain, Ove spends his time helping the locals and fixing things. How does Ove the &#8220;hero&#8221; compare and contrast to his behavior in the rest of the book? Is that Ove&#8217;s true personality? <BR> <BR> 16. Ove and Sonja&#8217;s love story is one of the most affecting, tender parts of the book. What is the key to their romance? Why do they fit so well together? <BR> <BR> 17. Saab? Volvo? BMW? Scania? <BR><BR><b>Enhance Your Book Club</b><BR><BR> 1. Grumpy old men like Ove pop up in various forms throughout popular culture. Have a movie night for your group, and screen a film that reminds you of Ove. Perhaps try <i>About Schmidt</i>, <i>As Good as It Gets</i>, <i>Up</i>, or, obviously, <i>Grumpy Old Men</i>. Examine how the characters differ from Ove, or share his grouchy worldview. How did what you watched change the way you thought about the book? Alternatively, screen a movie you think Ove would enjoy, like a Saab commercial. <BR> <BR> 2. Parveneh and the rest of Ove&#8217;s neighbors succeed in breaking Ove out of his shell by encouraging him to reengage with people, and with life. Many of the crotchety oldsters in our lives could use a similar kind of encouragement&#8212;reach out to someone you know who could use a little company, either solo or with your group. Discuss your experiences, sharing what you learned from the Ove in your world. <BR> <BR> 3. Much of the story of Ove&#8217;s life remains untold. 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He&#8217;s the kind of man who points at people he dislikes as if they were burglars caught outside his bedroom window. He has staunch principles, strict routines, and a short fuse. People in Ove&#8217;s neighborhood call him &#8220;the bitter neighbor from hell.&#8221; But behind Ove&#8217;s cranky exterior lies a story and a sadness. When an accident-prone young couple with two young daughters moves in next door and accidentally flatten Ove&#8217;s mailbox one November morning, overturning his well-ordered routine, it is the spark in a surprising, enlivening chain of events&#8212;featuring unkempt cats, unexpected friendships, arrogant bureaucrats, several trips to the hospital, and the ancient art of backing up a U-Haul. Swept along in the tide, Ove is forced to change and learn to understand his neighbors and the modern times into which he has been grudgingly dragged. But as his neighbors learn more about the reasons behind Ove&#8217;s grumpy fa&#231;ade, they must also band together to protect each other and their neighborhood in a struggle that will leave no one, including Ove, unchanged. <P><b>Topics & Questions for Discussion </b><P>1. How does the opening scene, in which Ove attempts to purchase a computer, succinctly express the main points of Ove&#8217;s ongoing battle with the stupidities of the modern world? <P>2. Ove loves things that have a purpose, that are useful. How does this worldview fail him when he believes himself to be useless? How is he convinced that he can still be useful? <P>3. As readers, we get to know Ove slowly, with his past only being revealed piece by piece. What surprised you about Ove&#8217;s past? Why do you think the author revealed Ove&#8217;s past the way that he did? <P>4. We all know our own grumpy old men. How do Ove&#8217;s core values lead him to appear as such a cranky old coot, when he is in fact nothing of the sort? Which of these values do you agree or disagree with? <P>5. Although Ove has some major &#8220;disagreements&#8221; with the way the world turned out, there are some undeniable advantages to the modernization he finds so hollow. How do these advantages improve Ove&#8217;s life, even if he can&#8217;t admit it? <P>6. Parveneh&#8217;s perspective on life, as radically different from Ove&#8217;s as it is, eventually succeeds in breaking Ove out of his shell, even if she can&#8217;t change his feelings about Saabs. How does her brash, extroverted attitude manage to somehow be both rude and helpful? <P>7. Ove strives to be &#8220;as little unlike his father as possible.&#8221; Although this emulation provides much of the strength that helps Ove persevere through a difficult life, it also has some disadvantages. What are some of the ways that Ove grows into a new way of thinking over the course of the book? <P>8. Ove is a believer in the value of routine&#8212;how can following a routine be both comforting and stultifying? How can we balance routine and spontaneity? Should we? Or is there sense in eating sausage and potatoes your whole life? <P>9. The truism &#8220;it takes a village to raise a child&#8221; has some resonance with A Man Called Ove. How does the eclectic cast of posers, suits, deadbeats, and teens each help Ove in their own way? <P>10. Although we all identify with Ove to some extent, especially by the end of the story, we certainly also have our differences with him. Which of the supporting cast (Parveneh, Jimmy, the Lanky One, Anita) did you find yourself identifying with most? <P>11. What did you make of Ove&#8217;s ongoing battle with the bureaucracies that persist in getting in his way? Is Ove&#8217;s true fight with the various ruling bodies, or are they stand-ins, scapegoats, for something else? <P>12. On page 113, after a younger Ove punches Tom, the author reflects&#58; &#8220;A time like that comes for all men, when they choose what sort of men they want to be.&#8221; Do you agree with this sentiment, especially in this context? How does the book deal with varying ideas of masculinity? <P>13. On page 246, the author muses that when people don&#8217;t share sorrow, it can drive them apart. Do you agree with this? Why or why not? <P>14. What do you think of Ove&#8217;s relationship with the mangy cat he adopts? What does the cat allow him to express that he couldn&#8217;t otherwise say? <P>15. On Ove and Sonja&#8217;s trip to Spain, Ove spends his time helping the locals and fixing things. How does Ove the &#8220;hero&#8221; compare and contrast to his behavior in the rest of the book? Is that Ove&#8217;s true personality? <P>16. Ove and Sonja&#8217;s love story is one of the most affecting, tender parts of the book. What is the key to their romance? Why do they fit so well together? <P>17. Saab? Volvo? BMW? Scania? <P><b>Enhance Your Book Club</b><P>1. Grumpy old men like Ove pop up in various forms throughout popular culture. Have a movie night for your group, and screen a film that reminds you of Ove. Perhaps try About Schmidt, As Good as It Gets, Up, or, obviously, Grumpy Old Men. Examine how the characters differ from Ove, or share his grouchy worldview. How did what you watched change the way you thought about the book? Alternatively, screen a movie you think Ove would enjoy, like a Saab commercial. <P>2. Parveneh and the rest of Ove&#8217;s neighbors succeed in breaking Ove out of his shell by encouraging him to reengage with people, and with life. 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These two childhood tales pay loving tribute to an eccentric old-maid cousin, Miss Sook Faulk, who became Capote’s best friend. In “A Christmas Memory,” Miss Sook, Buddy (the narrator), and their dog, Queenie, celebrate the yuletide in a hilariously tipsy state. In the poignant reminiscence “One Christmas,” six-year-old Buddy journeys to New Orleans for a reunion with his estranged father that shatters many illusions. And in “The Thanksgiving Visitor,” Miss Sook invites an unexpected guest to the holiday meal: the school bully, Odd Henderson, whom Buddy calls “the meanest human creature in my experience.”Distinguished by Capote’s delicate interplay of childhood sensibility and recollective vision, these three classics are gems that celebrate the unique bonds of friends and family.","<b>Three holiday stories in one festive volume from literary titan Truman Capote: “A Christmas Memory,” “The Thanksgiving Visitor,” and “One Christmas”</b><br><br><b>“Capote, in a bright, fluttering, wheeling way, makes all the tinsel and confetti and embroidery that bind together such delicate emotions as nostalgia and sentimentality come vigorously to life.”—<i>The New Yorker</i>, on “A Christmas Memory”</b><br><br>Here are three holiday stories that Truman Capote himself regarded as among his greatest works of short fiction. “A Christmas Memory” and “The Thanksgiving Visitor” were inspired by Capote’s early years with a family of distant relatives in rural Alabama. These two childhood tales pay loving tribute to an eccentric old-maid cousin, Miss Sook Faulk, who became Capote’s best friend. <br><br>In “A Christmas Memory,” Miss Sook, Buddy (the narrator), and their dog, Queenie, celebrate the yuletide in a hilariously tipsy state. In the poignant reminiscence “One Christmas,” six-year-old Buddy journeys to New Orleans for a reunion with his estranged father that shatters many illusions. 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A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago. Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town. A great black stove is its main feature; but there is also a big round table and a fireplace with two rocking chairs placed in front of it. Just today the fireplace commenced its seasonal roar. <BR>(Continues&hellip;)<blockquote><hr noshade size='1'><font size='-2'><br>Excerpted from &quot;A Christmas Memory&quot; <br>by . <br>Copyright &copy 1996 Truman Capote. <br>Excerpted by permission of Random House Publishing Group. <br>All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. <br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. <br></font><hr noshade size='1'></blockquote>\"},{\"id\":\"126962983T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"Imagine a morning in late November. A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago. Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town. A great black stove is its main feature; but there is also a big round table and a fireplace with two rocking chairs placed in front of it. Just today the fireplace commenced its seasonal roar. <br/><br/>A woman with shorn white hair is standing at the kitchen window. She is wearing tennis shoes and a shapeless gray sweater over a summery calico dress. She is small and sprightly, like a bantam hen; but, due to a long youthful illness, her shoulders are pitifully hunched. Her face is remarkable-not unlike Lincoln's, craggy like that, and tinted by sun and wind; but it is delicate too, finely boned, and her eyes are sherry-colored and timid. \\\"Oh my,\\\" she exclaims, her breath smoking the windowpane, \\\"It's fruitcake weather!\\\" <br/><br/>The person to whom she is speaking is myself. I am seven; she is sixty-something. We are cousins, very distant ones, and we have lived together--well, as long as I can remember. Other people inhabit the house, relatives; and though they have power over us, and frequently make us cry, we are not, on the whole, too much aware of them. We are each other's best friend. She calls me Buddy, in memory of a boy who was formerly her best friend. The other Buddy died in the 1880's, when she was still a child. She is still a child. <br/><br/>\\\"I knew it before I got out of bed,\\\" she says, turning away from the window with a purposeful excitement in her eyes. \\\"The courthouse bell sounded so cold and clear. And there were no birds singing; they've gone to warmer country, yes indeed. Oh, Buddy, stop stuffing biscuit and fetch our buggy. Help me find my hat. We've thirty cakes to bake.\\\" <br/><br/>It's always the same: a morning arrives in November, and my friend, as though officially inaugurating the Christmas time of year that exhilarates her imagination and fuels the blaze of her heart, announces: \\\"It's fruitcake weather! Fetch our buggy. Help me find my hat.\\\" <br/><br/>The hat is found, a straw cartwheel corsaged with velvet roses out-of-doors has faded: it once belonged to a more fashionable relative. Together, we guide our buggy, a dilapidated baby carriage, out to the garden and into a grove of pecan trees. The buggy is mine; that is, it was bought for me when I was born. It is made of wicker, rather unraveled, and the wheels wobble like a drunkard's legs. But it is a faithful object; springtimes, we take it to the woods and fill it with flowers, herbs, wild fern for our porch pots; in the summer, we pile it with picnic paraphernalia and sugar-cane fishing poles and roll it down to the edge of a creek; it has its winter uses, too: as a truck for hauling firewood from the yard to the kitchen, as a warm bed for Queenie, our tough little orange and white rat terrier who has survived distemper and two rattlesnake bites. Queenie is trotting beside it now. <br/><br/>Three hours later we are back in the kitchen hulling a heaping buggyload of windfall pecans. Our backs hurt from gathering them: how hard they were to find (the main crop having been shaken off the trees and sold by the orchard's owners, who are not us) among the concealing leaves, the frosted, deceiving grass. Caarackle! A cheery crunch, scraps of miniature thunder sound as the shells collapse and the golden mound of sweet oily ivory meat mounts in the milkglass bowl. Queenie begs to taste, and now and again my friend sneaks her a mite, though insisting we deprive ourselves. \\\"We mustn't, Buddy. If we start, we won't stop. And there's scarcely enough as there is. For thirty cakes.\\\" The kitchen is growing dark. Dusk turns the window into a mirror: our reflections mingle with the rising moon as we work by the fireside in the firelight. At last, when the moon is quite high, we toss the final hull into the fire and, with joined sighs, watch it catch flame. The buggy is empty, the bowl is brimful. <br/><br/><br/>We eat our supper (cold biscuits, bacon, blackberry jam) and discuss tomorrow. Tomorrow the kind of work I like best begins: buying. Cherries and citron, ginger and vanilla and canned Hawaiian pineapple, rinds and raisins and walnuts and whiskey and oh, so much flour, butter, so many eggs, spices, flavorings: why, we'll need a pony to pull the buggy home. <br/><br/>But before these purchases can be made, there is the question of money. Neither of us has any. Except for skinflint sums persons in the house occasionally provide (a dime is considered very big money); or what we earn ourselves from various activities: holding rummage sales, selling buckets of hand-picked blackberries, jars of homemade jam and apple jelly and peach preserves, rounding up flowers for funerals and weddings. Once we won seventy-ninth prize, five dollars, in a national football contest. Not that we know a fool thing about football. It's just that we enter any contest we hear about: at the moment our hopes are centered on the fifty-thousand-dollar Grand Prize being offered to name a new brand of coffee (we suggested \\\"A.M.\\\"; and, after some hesitation, for my friend thought it perhaps sacrilegious, the slogan \\\"A.M.! Amen!\\\"). To tell the truth, our only really profitable enterprise was the Fun and Freak Museum we conducted in a back-yard woodshed two summers ago. The Fun was a stereopticon with slide views of Washington and New York lent us by a relative who had been to those places (she was furious when she discovered why we'd borrowed it); the Freak was a three-legged biddy chicken hatched by one of our own hens. Everybody hereabouts wanted to see that biddy: we charged grownups a nickel, kids two cents. And took in a good twenty dollars before the museum shut down due to the decease of the main attraction. <br/><br/>But one way and another we do each year accumulate Christmas savings, a Fruitcake Fund. These moneys we keep hidden in an ancient bead purse under a loose board under the floor under a chamber pot under my friend's bed. The purse is seldom removed from this safe location except to make a deposit, or, as happens every Saturday, a withdrawal; for on Saturdays I am allowed ten cents to go to the picture show. My friend has never been to a picture show, nor does she intend to: \\\"I'd rather hear you tell the story, Buddy. That way I can imagine it more. Besides, a person my age shouldn't squander their eyes. When the Lord comes, let me see him clear.\\\" In addition to never having seen a movie, she has never: eaten in a restaurant, traveled more than five miles from home, received or sent a telegram, read anything except funny papers and the Bible, worn cosmetics, cursed, wished someone harm, told a lie on purpose, let a hungry dog go hungry. Here are a few things she has done, does do: killed with a hoe the biggest rattlesnake ever seen in this county (sixteen rattles), dip snuff (secretly), tame hummingbirds (just try it) till they balance on her finger, tell ghost stories (we both believe in ghosts) so tingling they chill you in July, talk to herself, take walks in the rain, grow the prettiest japonicas in town, know the recipe for every sort of old-time Indian cure, including a magical wart-remover. <br/><br/>Now, with supper finished, we retire to the room in a faraway part of the house where my friend sleeps in a scrap-quilt-covered iron bed painted rose pink, her favorite color. Silently, wallowing in the pleasures of conspiracy, we take the bead purse from its secret place and spill its contents on the scrap quilt. Dollar bills, tightly rolled and green as May buds. Somber fifty-cent pieces, heavy enough to weight a dead man's eyes. Lovely dimes, the liveliest coin, the one that really jingles. Nickels and quarters, worn smooth as creek pebbles. But mostly a hateful heap of bitter-odored pennies. Last summer others in the house contracted to pay us a penny for every twenty-five flies we killed. Oh, the carnage of August: the flies that flew to heaven! Yet it was not work in which we took pride. And, as we sit counting pennies, it is as though we were back tabulating dead flies. Neither of us had a head for figures; we count slowly, lose track, start  again. According to her calculations, we have $12.73. According to mine, exactly $13. I do hope you're wrong, Buddy. We can't mess around with thirteen. The cakes will fall. Or put somebody in the cemetery. Why, I wouldn't dream of getting out of bed on the thirteenth.\\\" This is true: she always spends thirteenths in bed. So, to be on the safe side, we subtract a penny and toss it out the window.\"},{\"id\":\"47603870T\",\"type\":\"Excerpt\",\"linkText\":\"Read an Excerpt\",\"typeId\":\"1005\",\"abbr\":\"EXC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"3\",\"text\":\"Imagine a morning in late November. A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago. Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town. A great black stove is its main feature; but there is also a big round table and a fireplace with two rocking chairs placed in front of it. Just today the fireplace commenced its seasonal roar. <br><br>A woman with shorn white hair is standing at the kitchen window. She is wearing tennis shoes and a shapeless gray sweater over a summery calico dress. She is small and sprightly, like a bantam hen; but, due to a long youthful illness, her shoulders are pitifully hunched. Her face is remarkable-not unlike Lincoln's, craggy like that, and tinted by sun and wind; but it is delicate too, finely boned, and her eyes are sherry-colored and timid. &quot;Oh my,&quot; she exclaims, her breath smoking the windowpane, &quot;It's fruitcake weather!&quot; <br><br>The person to whom she is speaking is myself. I am seven; she is sixty-something. We are cousins, very distant ones, and we have lived together&#151;well, as long as I can remember. Other people inhabit the house, relatives; and though they have power over us, and frequently make us cry, we are not, on the whole, too much aware of them. We are each other's best friend. She calls me Buddy, in memory of a boy who was formerly her best friend. The other Buddy died in the 1880's, when she was still a child. She is still a child. <br><br>&quot;I knew it before I got out of bed,&quot; she says, turning away from the window with a purposeful excitement in her eyes. &quot;The courthouse bell sounded so cold and clear. And there were no birds singing; they've gone to warmer country, yes indeed. Oh, Buddy, stop stuffing biscuit and fetch our buggy. Help me find my hat. We've thirty cakes to bake.&quot; <br><br>It's always the same&#58; a morning arrives in November, and my friend, as though officially inaugurating the Christmas time of year that exhilarates her imagination and fuels the blaze of her heart, announces&#58; &quot;It's fruitcake weather! Fetch our buggy. Help me find my hat.&quot; <br><br>The hat is found, a straw cartwheel corsaged with velvet roses out-of-doors has faded&#58; it once belonged to a more fashionable relative. Together, we guide our buggy, a dilapidated baby carriage, out to the garden and into a grove of pecan trees. The buggy is mine; that is, it was bought for me when I was born. It is made of wicker, rather unraveled, and the wheels wobble like a drunkard's legs. But it is a faithful object; springtimes, we take it to the woods and fill it with flowers, herbs, wild fern for our porch pots; in the summer, we pile it with picnic paraphernalia and sugar-cane fishing poles and roll it down to the edge of a creek; it has its winter uses, too&#58; as a truck for hauling firewood from the yard to the kitchen, as a warm bed for Queenie, our tough little orange and white rat terrier who has survived distemper and two rattlesnake bites. Queenie is trotting beside it now. <br><br>Three hours later we are back in the kitchen hulling a heaping buggyload of windfall pecans. Our backs hurt from gathering them&#58; how hard they were to find (the main crop having been shaken off the trees and sold by the orchard's owners, who are not us) among the concealing leaves, the frosted, deceiving grass. Caarackle! A cheery crunch, scraps of miniature thunder sound as the shells collapse and the golden mound of sweet oily ivory meat mounts in the milkglass bowl. Queenie begs to taste, and now and again my friend sneaks her a mite, though insisting we deprive ourselves. &quot;We mustn't, Buddy. If we start, we won't stop. And there's scarcely enough as there is. For thirty cakes.&quot; The kitchen is growing dark. Dusk turns the window into a mirror&#58; our reflections mingle with the rising moon as we work by the fireside in the firelight. At last, when the moon is quite high, we toss the final hull into the fire and, with joined sighs, watch it catch flame. The buggy is empty, the bowl is brimful. <br><br><br>We eat our supper (cold biscuits, bacon, blackberry jam) and discuss tomorrow. Tomorrow the kind of work I like best begins&#58; buying. Cherries and citron, ginger and vanilla and canned Hawaiian pineapple, rinds and raisins and walnuts and whiskey and oh, so much flour, butter, so many eggs, spices, flavorings&#58; why, we'll need a pony to pull the buggy home. <br><br>But before these purchases can be made, there is the question of money. Neither of us has any. Except for skinflint sums persons in the house occasionally provide (a dime is considered very big money); or what we earn ourselves from various activities&#58; holding rummage sales, selling buckets of hand-picked blackberries, jars of homemade jam and apple jelly and peach preserves, rounding up flowers for funerals and weddings. Once we won seventy-ninth prize, five dollars, in a national football contest. Not that we know a fool thing about football. It's just that we enter any contest we hear about&#58; at the moment our hopes are centered on the fifty-thousand-dollar Grand Prize being offered to name a new brand of coffee (we suggested &quot;A.M.&quot;; and, after some hesitation, for my friend thought it perhaps sacrilegious, the slogan &quot;A.M.! Amen!&quot;). To tell the truth, our only really profitable enterprise was the Fun and Freak Museum we conducted in a back-yard woodshed two summers ago. The Fun was a stereopticon with slide views of Washington and New York lent us by a relative who had been to those places (she was furious when she discovered why we'd borrowed it); the Freak was a three-legged biddy chicken hatched by one of our own hens. Everybody hereabouts wanted to see that biddy&#58; we charged grownups a nickel, kids two cents. And took in a good twenty dollars before the museum shut down due to the decease of the main attraction. <br><br>But one way and another we do each year accumulate Christmas savings, a Fruitcake Fund. These moneys we keep hidden in an ancient bead purse under a loose board under the floor under a chamber pot under my friend's bed. The purse is seldom removed from this safe location except to make a deposit, or, as happens every Saturday, a withdrawal; for on Saturdays I am allowed ten cents to go to the picture show. My friend has never been to a picture show, nor does she intend to&#58; &quot;I'd rather hear you tell the story, Buddy. That way I can imagine it more. Besides, a person my age shouldn't squander their eyes. When the Lord comes, let me see him clear.&quot; In addition to never having seen a movie, she has never&#58; eaten in a restaurant, traveled more than five miles from home, received or sent a telegram, read anything except funny papers and the Bible, worn cosmetics, cursed, wished someone harm, told a lie on purpose, let a hungry dog go hungry. Here are a few things she has done, does do&#58; killed with a hoe the biggest rattlesnake ever seen in this county (sixteen rattles), dip snuff (secretly), tame hummingbirds (just try it) till they balance on her finger, tell ghost stories (we both believe in ghosts) so tingling they chill you in July, talk to herself, take walks in the rain, grow the prettiest japonicas in town, know the recipe for every sort of old-time Indian cure, including a magical wart-remover. <br><br>Now, with supper finished, we retire to the room in a faraway part of the house where my friend sleeps in a scrap-quilt-covered iron bed painted rose pink, her favorite color. Silently, wallowing in the pleasures of conspiracy, we take the bead purse from its secret place and spill its contents on the scrap quilt. Dollar bills, tightly rolled and green as May buds. Somber fifty-cent pieces, heavy enough to weight a dead man's eyes. Lovely dimes, the liveliest coin, the one that really jingles. Nickels and quarters, worn smooth as creek pebbles. But mostly a hateful heap of bitter-odored pennies. Last summer others in the house contracted to pay us a penny for every twenty-five flies we killed. Oh, the carnage of August&#58; the flies that flew to heaven! Yet it was not work in which we took pride. And, as we sit counting pennies, it is as though we were back tabulating dead flies. Neither of us had a head for figures; we count slowly, lose track, start&#160;&#160;again. According to her calculations, we have $12.73. According to mine, exactly $13. I do hope you're wrong, Buddy. We can't mess around with thirteen. The cakes will fall. Or put somebody in the cemetery. Why, I wouldn't dream of getting out of bed on the thirteenth.&quot; This is true&#58; she always spends thirteenths in bed. 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After his parents’ divorce, he was sent to live with relatives in Monroeville, Alabama. It was here he would meet his lifelong friend, the author Harper Lee. Capote rose to international prominence in 1948 with the publication of his debut novel, <i>Other Voices, Other Rooms.</i> Among his celebrated works are <i>Breakfast at Tiffany’s, A Tree of Night, The Grass Harp, Summer Crossing, A Christmas Memory,</i> and <i>In Cold Blood,</i> widely considered one of the greatest books of the twentieth century. Twice awarded the O. Henry Short Story Prize, Capote was also the recipient of a National Institute of Arts and Letters Creative Writing Award and an Edgar Award. 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I think it is her best novel yet.” —The Boston GlobeThe acclaimed, prize-winning #1 New York Times bestselling writer returns with a moving, luminous novel that reminds us of the sweetness and impermanence of life and the power of connection to defy time.When Daphne Fuller and her husband Jonathan visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art, they notice an older, white-haired gentleman following them. The man turns out to be Eddie Triplett, her former stepfather, who had been married to her mother for a little more than year when Daphne was nine. Now fifty-three, Daphne hasn’t seen Eddie for many years, not since the fateful event that changed the direction of both their lives. Meeting again, time falls away; while their relationship was brief, it had a profound impact on them both, and now that they are reunited, they have no intention of ever being separated again.Whistler is a story about two adults looking back over the choices they made, and the choices that were made for them. It’s a story about bravery, memory, the often small yet consequential moments that define our lives, and the endless stream of loss that in time comes for us all. Beautiful in its simplicity, it is ultimately about how love endures, and how the feeling of being known by one other person, even for a short period of time, can change everything.","<p>A Katie Couric Book Club Pick / One of President Obama's '26 Summer Reading List Picks / A Good Housekeeping Book Club Pick / A GoodReads Most Anticipated Book of Summer</p><p>“Ann Patchett’s new novel is a rare phenomenon in contemporary fiction: a novel both majestic and intimate, original and masterful in its structure, crystalline in its prose, revelatory in its insights, utterly devastating yet ultimately uplifting in its emotional impact. . . . 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It’s one of her best. - <b><i>Publishers Weekly (starred review)</i></b></p><p>An evocative and moving tribute to the death-defying, heart-opening, infinitely redemptive power of storytelling. - <b><i>Kirkus (starred review)</i></b></p><p>Patchett is a clarion voice who can persuade any reader to devour her books without pause. Her latest is no exception, with strong characters, compelling circumstances, and the one detail on which lives can pivot to ruin or to happiness. Patchett devises for her characters an incident with edge-of-one’s-seat suspense in this novel overflowing with rewards for all. - <b><i>Library Journal</i></b></p><p>\\\"A modern family's platonic, later-in-life love story. . . . intimate and entertaining [with a] generous worldview.\\\" - Helen Schulman, <i><b>The New York Times</b></i></p><p>\\\"This exquisite writer has once again delivered an incandescent work of fiction — sweet, but never sentimental, infinitely wise and suffused with love. It’s also an ode to New York City itself…. While Patchett has clearly drawn on actual events and individuals to produce this luminous work, she exhibits the expert novelist’s knack for following a plot where the imagination takes it.... I didn't want it to end.\\\" - Leigh Haber, <b><i>The Los Angeles Times</i></b></p><p>“Ann Patchett’s new novel is a rare phenomenon in contemporary fiction: a novel both majestic and intimate, original and masterful in its structure, crystalline in its prose, revelatory in its insights, utterly devastating yet ultimately uplifting in its emotional impact. . . . I think it is her best novel yet.” - Priscilla Gilman, <b><i>The Boston Globe</i></b></p><p>\\\"Ann Patchett’s new novel, <i>Whistler</i>, is that loveliest of summer gifts, a story of reconciliation, of old affections renewed, of a family’s circumference enlarged. Fans of the author’s previous work will open these pages like an old shoebox of family photos. Newcomers — how I envy them those first moments — will discover a writer of gentle wit and quiet grace.\\\" - <b>Ron Charles</b></p><p>\\\"Patchett. . . has a penchant for capturing the bittersweet nuances of family and friendship with wit and candor. . . . It's a simple yet soaring tale of love, memory and one extraordinary horse.\\\" - <b><i>Elle</i></b></p><p>\\\"NPR's reviewer Heller McAlpin [once] observed that [Patchett] 'may well be the most beloved book person in America.' The author...only burnishes that sterling reputation with <i>Whistler</i>, her finely crafted account of a reunion between daughter and stepfather.\\\" - <b>NPR</b></p><p>“Patchett’s reputation precedes her enough that just seeing her name on the cover means you’re in for a moving, captivating work of literature. And <i>Whistler </i>is no different.\\\" — <i><b>E! 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It's also an ode to New York City itself.... While Patchett has clearly drawn on actual events and individuals to produce this luminous work, she exhibits the expert novelist's knack for following a plot where the imagination takes it.... I didn't want it to end.\\\" - Leigh Haber, <b><i>The Los Angeles Times</i></b></p><p>\\\"Ann Patchett's new novel is a rare phenomenon in contemporary fiction: a novel both majestic and intimate, original and masterful in its structure, crystalline in its prose, revelatory in its insights, utterly devastating yet ultimately uplifting in its emotional impact. . . . I think it is her best novel yet.\\\" - Priscilla Gilman, <b><i>The Boston Globe</i></b></p><p>\\\"Ann Patchett's new novel, <i>Whistler</i>, is that loveliest of summer gifts, a story of reconciliation, of old affections renewed, of a family's circumference enlarged. Fans of the author's previous work will open these pages like an old shoebox of family photos. 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Everything we want in a novel—except, when it’s rocking along, for it never to be over.” <br/><b>—<i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b><br/><br/>“Jonathan Franzen has built a powerful novel out of the swarming consciousness of a marriage, a family, a whole culture—our culture.” <br/><b>—Don DeLillo</b><br/><br/>“Looms as a model for what ambitious storytelling can still say about modern life . . . Franzen swings for the fences and clears them with yards to spare.” <br/><b>—<i>San Francisco Chronicle</i></b><br/><br/>“The novel we’ve been waiting for . . . A stunning anatomy of family dysfunction . . . A contemporary novel that will endure.” <br/><b>—<i>Esquire</i></b><br/><br/>“In its complexity, its scrutinizing and utterly unsentimental humanity, and its grasp of the subtle relationships between domestic drama and global events . . . it is a major accomplishment.” <br/><b>—Michael Cunningham</b><br/><br/>“Frighteningly, luminously authentic.”<br/><b>—<i>The Boston Globe</i></b><br/><br/>“A genuine masterpiece . . . This novel is a wisecracking, eloquent, heartbreaking beauty.” <br/><b>—<i>Elle</i></b><br/><br/>“The brightest, boldest, and most ambitious novel I’ve read in many years.” <br/><b>—Pat Conroy</b><br/><br/>“Brilliant . . . 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It is the story of Abida, who became the first female chef to cook in the Inter-Con’s famous kitchen after the fall of the Taliban in 2001. And it is the story of Malalai and Sadeq, the twenty-something staff who seized every opportunity offered by two decades of fragile democracy—only to witness the Taliban roaring back in 2021. The result is a remarkably vivid history of how Afghans have survived a half century of destruction and disruption. It is the story of a hotel but also the story of a people.","<b>AN INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER<br>WINNER OF THE 2026 WOMEN'S PRIZE FOR NON-FICTION<br>WINNER OF THE 2026 RAKUTEN KOBO EMERGING WRITER PRIZE FOR NON-FICTION<br>A <i>NEW YORK TIMES</i> EDITORS’ CHOICE<br><br><br>The story of a hotel. The story of a nation.</b><br><br>When the Inter-Continental Kabul opened in 1969, Afghanistan’s first luxury hotel symbolised a dream of a modernising country connected to the world.<br><br>More than fifty years on, the Inter-Continental is still standing. 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Clarity, empathy, depth of knowledge and innate grasp of fine detail. Her subject is not just a hotel, but a hotel that tells the story of four decades of Afghanistan's proud and sometimes unbelievably painful history. This is a most readable account of joy, despair and resilience in one of the world’s most fascinating countries.” <b>—Michael Palin, actor, comedian, and bestselling author of <i>Erebus<br/><br/></i></b>“Lyse Doucet has turned bricks and mortar into flesh and blood and in so doing lifted this biography of a glittering hotel into a lyrical, devastating, powerful homage to the powerless. In <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> we follow the fortunes and misfortunes not of those making decisions, but of the cooks, the receptionists, the wedding guests, the servers. It is intimate, aching, tragic and inspiring. When I began this book I had Afghanistan in my head. By the time I finished it was in my heart. Doucet’s descriptions are glorious, her use of language evocative. Her people are fully formed, alive and breathing. This is a thrilling achievement, a beautiful book. I’m off to re-read it. To revisit the finest hotel in Kabul!” <b>—Louise Penny, bestselling author of the Chief Inspector Armand Gamache series</b><br/><br/>“An incredible book—vivid and beautifully written, it captures the soul of Afghanistan through an age of hopes and heartbreak, as well as one of constant change. A tender, wise and quietly devastating book.” <b>—Peter Frankopan, author of <i>The Silk Roads<br/><br/></i></b>“A book brimming with deep insight, courage and conscience. Everyone should read this. Astonishingly beautiful, subtle and simply unforgettable.” <b>—Elif Shafak, author of <i>There Are Rivers in the Sky <br/></i></b><br/>“A story of a country and a people, told with knowledge, insight and tenderness. I’ve been waiting for a Lyse Doucet book for a long time and what she has produced here is testament to her humanity as well as her journalistic eye.” <b>—Mishal Husain, <i>Sunday Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Broken Threads<br/><br/></i></b>“If you want to know the story of Afghanistan, of its people, its passion, its betrayals and ancient traditions, read this book. Lyse Doucet has written this amazing story, the same way she reports for the BBC from trouble spots around the world, with accuracy and splendid attention to detail, with excitement and hard truths. But above all she goes behind the political scenes to the people who frequent or work at <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> and brings us a story rich in intrigue and history. The princes and kings and wannabe deal makers have come and gone from this country that can’t keep itself out of the news. But the hotel desk manager knows what most of the world missed; Lyse Doucet chronicles that tale, and with an abiding faith in the Afghan people, sings a song of love throughout this remarkable book.” <b>—Sally Armstrong, award winning author, journalist and human rights activist </b><i> <br/></i><br/>“<i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> offers an unflinching and intimate portrait of contemporary Afghanistan, from the hopeful days following the fall of the Taliban’s first regime to the chilling return of fear under their second rule. At the heart of the story is a woman who prepares food with her hands, yet in doing so, is quietly shaping the future. As the Taliban return, laughter fades, and like thousands of other women, she is pushed to the margins. This book is a powerful historical account of lives lived in the crossfire of conflict and power, a story too rarely heard, and too often overlooked. Broken promises of peace for a people who have lived, generation after generation, in the shadow of war and politics.” <b>—Zahra Joya, founder of Rukhshana Media<br/><br/></b>“As with the voice, so with the book: distinct, original, humane, powerful and utterly compelling.”<b> —Philippe Sands, author of <i>East West Street</i><br/><br/></b>“What a beautiful book—inventive, compassionate, witty, brilliantly structured. An extraordinary introduction to Afghanistan, and a tribute to one of the finest correspondents of our age.”<b> —Rory Stewart, author of <i>Politics On the Edge</i> and <i>The Places in Between</i><br/><br/></b>“An ingenious method of storytelling, and what a story the Inter-Continental Kabul has to tell. Lyse Doucet writes with verve and insight, and a clear warmth of feeling for Afghanistan and its people.”<b> —Kamila Shamsie, author of <i>Home Fire<br/><br/></i></b>“Inside <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> beats the heart of Afghanistan. Lyse Doucet, who reveals herself as a master storyteller, welcomes us to Kabul’s iconic Inter-Continental hotel. . . . She gently places us in the care of the many Afghans, on whose shoulders <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> rests, and it’s through the beauty of her writing that we discover the very soul of Afghans. . . . The depth of Lyse’s knowledge, and the power of her writing reveals a country many have seen, but few truly know.” <b>—Kathy Gannon, Canadian journalist and author of <i>I is for Infidel<br/><br/></i></b>“This extraordinary history of modern Afghanistan is told from the inside-out, through the lives of everyday workers at a landmark hotel. . . . <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> is a quiet masterpiece of literary nonfiction. It is one of those rare books written out of deep love and an unwavering commitment to complexity. After decades of building trust and listening closely, Doucet brings to vivid, complicated life a place that otherwise risks being a news headline at best, at worst an abstraction.” <b>—2026 Rakuten Kobo Emerging Writer Prize for Non-Fiction Jury citation<br/></b><i><br/></i>“A deeply humane story of Afghanistan revealing the impact of decades of upheaval on everyday lives.” —<b>Judges of the Baillie Gifford Prize for Non-Fiction<br/><br/></b>“[<i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i>] is a history less political than human, one that brings both clarity and emotional resonance to a nation too often reduced to tragic headlines and geopolitics.” <b>—<i>The Globe and Mail</i><br/></b><br/>“Drawing on her more than 30 years of reporting from that country, it is a captivating debut in which Doucet gives herself only a tiny walk-on part. Instead, she centres the lives and recollections of those who have worked at Kabul’s renowned Inter-Continental Hotel across five decades . . . <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> concludes in a spirit of enduring optimism, or at least with the inshallah tenacity that seems to characterise the Afghan people.” —<i><b>The Bookseller</b></i><b>, Book of the Month </b><i><br/><br/></i>\\\"Fabulous . . . A cross between the novel <i>A Gentleman in Moscow</i> and Wes Anderson’s <i>The Grand Budapest Hotel</i>. Doucet has taken the Hotel Inter-Continental on the hill overlooking Afghanistan’s capital and written about the country’s hopes, travails, invasions and civil wars using the people who came through the increasingly battered doors.” —<b>Alice Thomson, </b><i><b>The Times</b><br/><br/></i> “Lyse Doucet is a consummate storyteller and first class journalist . . . A powerful and evocative account of a people who have borne tumultuous waves of progress and repression, from mini skirts and white weddings to burqas and gross Taliban denials of freedoms. A brilliant and important reminder of the cost of wars.” <b>—Helena Kennedy </b><br/><br/>“<i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> tells the story of Afghanistan through the Hotel Inter-Continental Kabul, a sexy splash of glamour in a poor, mostly illiterate country when it opened in 1969. Afghanistan was a kingdom then and in the years since, the hotel and its staff have seen coups, a Soviet invasion, a Marxist dictatorship, civil war, the Taliban, western invasion and occupation, the Taliban again. Doucet, the BBC’s chief international correspondent, does a terrific, novelistic job of telling the story of the people who’ve worked there and what this tumultuous change has meant for them.” <b>&#8213;Robbie Millen, <i>The Times</i></b><br/><br/>“Doucet is a must-watch, always alive to the personal stories and tribulations of the people she encounters. But is she a must-read? On the evidence of <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> . . . the answer must be a resounding yes . . . Doucet is a consummate storyteller who can recognise a great yarn when she sees one and the real strength of this book is her ability to get under the skin of a country through its people. . . . Haunting, hopeful and occasionally harrowing, <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> is much more than a history. It is a love letter to Afghanistan and its people.” —<i><b>The Sunday Times</b></i><br/><br/>“Full of warmth, wit, and a lovely eye for the human stories that make the hotel not just a monument to tragedy, but also love and resilience. . . . What Doucet achieves is both powerful and charming at the same time. <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> is a meditation on memory, resilience, and the strange intimacy of public spaces. In an age when most hotels blur into the anonymous comfort of global chains, the Inter-Con reminds us that some buildings are so much more.” <br/>—<i><b>The Financial Times</b></i><br/><br/>“It is difficult to think of anyone as well qualified to write a book about the hotel as Doucet. It is not just that she has been a regular visitor there since 1988. It's also that she has an extraordinary sensitivity to the experiences of individuals, no matter their station . . . the book is rich in detail, moving and never wearisome.” —<i><b>Literary Review</b></i><b><i><br/><br/></i></b>“The history of [Doucet's] ‘first Afghan home’—Kabul’s Intercontinental Hotel—through the eyes of its staff, men and women, young and old, whose personal tales encapsulate those of a whole nation. . . . Rich in evocative detail after countless hours of interviews, including with people who worked there from the start.”<b><i> &#8213;iPAPER<br/><br/></i></b>“<i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul </i>reads like a tender love letter. . . . [it] captures Afghanistan’s indomitable spirit through a monument that is still standing, adapting to change and defying peril while holding onto its legacy.” —<i><b>Policy Magazine</b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"132225770T\",\"type\":\"Review\",\"linkText\":\"From The Critics\",\"typeId\":\"1002\",\"abbr\":\"REV\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"255\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":\"From the Publisher\",\"displayOrder\":\"2\",\"text\":\"<b>A NATIONAL BESTSELLER<br/>WINNER OF THE 2026 WOMEN'S PRIZE FOR NON-FICTION<br/>WINNER OF THE 2026 RAKUTEN KOBO EMERGING WRITER PRIZE FOR NON-FICTION<br/>INSTANT <i>SUNDAY TIMES </i>BESTSELLER<br/>LONGLISTED FOR THE 2025 BAILLIE GIFFORD PRIZE FOR NON-FICTION<br/>A NPR BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR <p/>PRAISE FOR </b><i><b>THE FINEST HOTEL IN</b></i><b> <i>KABUL</i> </b><i> <p/>\\\"The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> plays to all Lyse Doucet's strengths. Clarity, empathy, depth of knowledge and innate grasp of fine detail. Her subject is not just a hotel, but a hotel that tells the story of four decades of Afghanistan's proud and sometimes unbelievably painful history. This is a most readable account of joy, despair and resilience in one of the world's most fascinating countries.\\\" <b>--Michael Palin, actor, comedian, and bestselling author of <i>Erebus <p/></i></b>\\\"Lyse Doucet has turned bricks and mortar into flesh and blood and in so doing lifted this biography of a glittering hotel into a lyrical, devastating, powerful homage to the powerless. In <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> we follow the fortunes and misfortunes not of those making decisions, but of the cooks, the receptionists, the wedding guests, the servers. It is intimate, aching, tragic and inspiring. When I began this book I had Afghanistan in my head. By the time I finished it was in my heart. Doucet's descriptions are glorious, her use of language evocative. Her people are fully formed, alive and breathing. This is a thrilling achievement, a beautiful book. I'm off to re-read it. To revisit the finest hotel in Kabul!\\\" <b>--Louise Penny, bestselling author of the Chief Inspector Armand Gamache series</b> <p/>\\\"An incredible book--vivid and beautifully written, it captures the soul of Afghanistan through an age of hopes and heartbreak, as well as one of constant change. A tender, wise and quietly devastating book.\\\" <b>--Peter Frankopan, author of <i>The Silk Roads <p/></i></b>\\\"A book brimming with deep insight, courage and conscience. Everyone should read this. Astonishingly beautiful, subtle and simply unforgettable.\\\" <b>--Elif Shafak, author of <i>There Are Rivers in the Sky <br/></i></b><br/>\\\"A story of a country and a people, told with knowledge, insight and tenderness. I've been waiting for a Lyse Doucet book for a long time and what she has produced here is testament to her humanity as well as her journalistic eye.\\\" <b>--Mishal Husain, <i>Sunday Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Broken Threads <p/></i></b>\\\"If you want to know the story of Afghanistan, of its people, its passion, its betrayals and ancient traditions, read this book. Lyse Doucet has written this amazing story, the same way she reports for the BBC from trouble spots around the world, with accuracy and splendid attention to detail, with excitement and hard truths. But above all she goes behind the political scenes to the people who frequent or work at <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> and brings us a story rich in intrigue and history. The princes and kings and wannabe deal makers have come and gone from this country that can't keep itself out of the news. But the hotel desk manager knows what most of the world missed; Lyse Doucet chronicles that tale, and with an abiding faith in the Afghan people, sings a song of love throughout this remarkable book.\\\" <b>--Sally Armstrong, award winning author, journalist and human rights activist </b><i> <br/></i><br/>\\\"<i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> offers an unflinching and intimate portrait of contemporary Afghanistan, from the hopeful days following the fall of the Taliban's first regime to the chilling return of fear under their second rule. At the heart of the story is a woman who prepares food with her hands, yet in doing so, is quietly shaping the future. As the Taliban return, laughter fades, and like thousands of other women, she is pushed to the margins. This book is a powerful historical account of lives lived in the crossfire of conflict and power, a story too rarely heard, and too often overlooked. Broken promises of peace for a people who have lived, generation after generation, in the shadow of war and politics.\\\" <b>--Zahra Joya, founder of Rukhshana Media <p/></b>\\\"As with the voice, so with the book: distinct, original, humane, powerful and utterly compelling.\\\"<b> --Philippe Sands, author of <i>East West Street</i> <p/></b>\\\"What a beautiful book--inventive, compassionate, witty, brilliantly structured. An extraordinary introduction to Afghanistan, and a tribute to one of the finest correspondents of our age.\\\"<b> --Rory Stewart, author of <i>Politics On the Edge</i> and <i>The Places in Between</i> <p/></b>\\\"An ingenious method of storytelling, and what a story the Inter-Continental Kabul has to tell. Lyse Doucet writes with verve and insight, and a clear warmth of feeling for Afghanistan and its people.\\\"<b> --Kamila Shamsie, author of <i>Home Fire <p/></i></b>\\\"Inside <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> beats the heart of Afghanistan. Lyse Doucet, who reveals herself as a master storyteller, welcomes us to Kabul's iconic Inter-Continental hotel. . . . She gently places us in the care of the many Afghans, on whose shoulders <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> rests, and it's through the beauty of her writing that we discover the very soul of Afghans. . . . The depth of Lyse's knowledge, and the power of her writing reveals a country many have seen, but few truly know.\\\" <b>--Kathy Gannon, Canadian journalist and author of <i>I is for Infidel <p/></i></b>\\\"This extraordinary history of modern Afghanistan is told from the inside-out, through the lives of everyday workers at a landmark hotel. . . . <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> is a quiet masterpiece of literary nonfiction. It is one of those rare books written out of deep love and an unwavering commitment to complexity. After decades of building trust and listening closely, Doucet brings to vivid, complicated life a place that otherwise risks being a news headline at best, at worst an abstraction.\\\" <b>--2026 Rakuten Kobo Emerging Writer Prize for Non-Fiction Jury citation<br/></b><i><br/></i>\\\"A deeply humane story of Afghanistan revealing the impact of decades of upheaval on everyday lives.\\\" --<b>Judges of the Baillie Gifford Prize for Non-Fiction <p/></b>\\\"[<i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i>] is a history less political than human, one that brings both clarity and emotional resonance to a nation too often reduced to tragic headlines and geopolitics.\\\" <b>--<i>The Globe and Mail</i><br/></b><br/>\\\"Drawing on her more than 30 years of reporting from that country, it is a captivating debut in which Doucet gives herself only a tiny walk-on part. Instead, she centres the lives and recollections of those who have worked at Kabul's renowned Inter-Continental Hotel across five decades . . . <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> concludes in a spirit of enduring optimism, or at least with the inshallah tenacity that seems to characterise the Afghan people.\\\" --<i><b>The Bookseller</b></i><b>, Book of the Month </b><i> <p/></i>\\\"Fabulous . . . A cross between the novel <i>A Gentleman in Moscow</i> and Wes Anderson's <i>The Grand Budapest Hotel</i>. Doucet has taken the Hotel Inter-Continental on the hill overlooking Afghanistan's capital and written about the country's hopes, travails, invasions and civil wars using the people who came through the increasingly battered doors.\\\" --<b>Alice Thomson, </b><i><b>The Times</b> <p/></i> \\\"Lyse Doucet is a consummate storyteller and first class journalist . . . A powerful and evocative account of a people who have borne tumultuous waves of progress and repression, from mini skirts and white weddings to burqas and gross Taliban denials of freedoms. A brilliant and important reminder of the cost of wars.\\\" <b>--Helena Kennedy </b> <p/>\\\"<i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> tells the story of Afghanistan through the Hotel Inter-Continental Kabul, a sexy splash of glamour in a poor, mostly illiterate country when it opened in 1969. Afghanistan was a kingdom then and in the years since, the hotel and its staff have seen coups, a Soviet invasion, a Marxist dictatorship, civil war, the Taliban, western invasion and occupation, the Taliban again. Doucet, the BBC's chief international correspondent, does a terrific, novelistic job of telling the story of the people who've worked there and what this tumultuous change has meant for them.\\\" <b>&#8213;Robbie Millen, <i>The Times</i></b> <p/>\\\"Doucet is a must-watch, always alive to the personal stories and tribulations of the people she encounters. But is she a must-read? On the evidence of <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> . . . the answer must be a resounding yes . . . Doucet is a consummate storyteller who can recognise a great yarn when she sees one and the real strength of this book is her ability to get under the skin of a country through its people. . . . Haunting, hopeful and occasionally harrowing, <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> is much more than a history. It is a love letter to Afghanistan and its people.\\\" --<i><b>The Sunday Times</b></i> <p/>\\\"Full of warmth, wit, and a lovely eye for the human stories that make the hotel not just a monument to tragedy, but also love and resilience. . . . What Doucet achieves is both powerful and charming at the same time. <i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul</i> is a meditation on memory, resilience, and the strange intimacy of public spaces. In an age when most hotels blur into the anonymous comfort of global chains, the Inter-Con reminds us that some buildings are so much more.\\\" <br/>--<i><b>The Financial Times</b></i> <p/>\\\"It is difficult to think of anyone as well qualified to write a book about the hotel as Doucet. It is not just that she has been a regular visitor there since 1988. It's also that she has an extraordinary sensitivity to the experiences of individuals, no matter their station . . . the book is rich in detail, moving and never wearisome.\\\" --<i><b>Literary Review</b></i><b><i> <p/></i></b>\\\"The history of [Doucet's] 'first Afghan home'--Kabul's Intercontinental Hotel--through the eyes of its staff, men and women, young and old, whose personal tales encapsulate those of a whole nation. . . . Rich in evocative detail after countless hours of interviews, including with people who worked there from the start.\\\"<b><i> &#8213;iPAPER <p/></i></b>\\\"<i>The Finest Hotel in Kabul </i>reads like a tender love letter. . . . [it] captures Afghanistan's indomitable spirit through a monument that is still standing, adapting to change and defying peril while holding onto its legacy.\\\" --<i><b>Policy Magazine</b></i>\"},{\"id\":\"127753566T\",\"type\":\"Bookseller Content\",\"linkText\":\"B&N Says\",\"typeId\":\"1027\",\"abbr\":\"BSC\",\"maxToDisplay\":\"1\",\"authorName\":null,\"sourceName\":null,\"displayOrder\":\"1\",\"text\":\"<span class=\\\"bksc-badge\\\">Notes From Your Bookseller</span> <p>    Founded in 1969, the halls of the Inter-Continental Kabul are rich in history. 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