Beauty: A Novel

Beauty: A Novel

by Frederick Dillen


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ISBN-13: 9781476716923
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Publication date: 03/04/2014
Pages: 256
Product dimensions: 8.40(w) x 5.70(h) x 0.50(d)

About the Author

Frederick Dillen is an award-winning author whose short fiction has appeared in literary quarterlies and Prize Stories: The O. Henry Awards. His first novel, Hero, was named Best First Novel of 1994 by the Dictionary of Literary Biography. His second novel, Fool, was honored by Nancy Pearl as a Book Lust Rediscoveries selection in 2012. Dillen and his wife, Leslie, are parents of two grown daughters and live in New Mexico.

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  • Battle Bay

    It could have been any factory anywhere. Carol MacLean had been shutting places down for that long. And after all these years, each place hurt more than the last. The good news was that after two more burials, this one and the next, she would finally get her own company, which was everything she could want.

    Today was the Battle Bay pulp and paper mill in northern Wisconsin, and after a breath, she went into the lunchroom to deliver her news. She had come expecting to introduce herself and finish this hardest part of things in a couple minutes. Instead she pulled a metal folding chair to the wall behind the men. They couldn’t have numbered more than forty, and they didn’t begin to fill this lunchroom that had once served several shifts.

    At the other end of the room, the owner stood on another folding chair. He wasn’t dressed much differently than his men, and he looked at them as if he knew them. There was nothing of practical value he could say, but he had wanted to talk to these last few, which didn’t happen all the time, and Carol had thought it was a sympathetic gesture. Then he began with “Here we are,” and was already choked up. He cared about his men, but it seemed he cared too much. Carol sat forward in her chair.

    She was already alert in the usual ways. Once you came through the door, if you didn’t project authority, you knew it and the men knew it, and that made everything worse for everybody. She also reached in her pocket to check that her phone was off. When it came time for her to say what she had to say, the men should know they were all that was on her mind.

    The owner said, “Most of you knew my father. But my grandfather . . .” The men shifted in their chairs. The owner said, “With your skills and dedication,” and made something like a sob.

    Carol got up.

    The owner said, “Excuse me. It’s an emotional day. Those of you still here, we’ve known one another, worked together, for a long time.”

    Carol walked to the front of the room.

    The owner said in a sorrowful whisper, “I let you down.”

    Carol reached him and said, “Why don’t you let me take over?” He looked confused, and she held up a hand to help him off his chair. He took her hand and stepped down and walked to the door, and Carol climbed up on the chair in his place.

    She said to the men, “Here we are. You knew it was coming. I wish I could say there might be an emergency-room deal with Baxter Blume, but there won’t. These old buildings will be teardowns when we get what we can get for what’s inside. Your owner has promised you, and set aside, two weeks’ pay; I’ll make sure that you receive it. If you have any problems, you can find me in the offices.”

    They got up, and when they were up, they stood. They were the oldest and the last, and they just didn’t want to leave yet. Every man she could, she looked in the eye. Her father had been a machinist for a supplier outside Detroit. He had died at his bench because that was who he was and what he did and, finally, all he had besides his four packs a day. To the men here, Carol said, “I’m sorry,” and she meant it. In her heart she also said it to her father.

    It was out of bounds for Carol to tell herself that she hurt when she closed places down and fired people, but she did, and it felt as if all of the closings and firings had piled up on top of her. One more, and she’d be out from underneath them. Instead of an undertaker she’d be a CEO. All right, she’d be a back-door CEO in some ­pocket-size outfit, nothing the equity partners at Baxter Blume could ever dream of wanting, but Carol had always dreamed of it.

    For now, she still faced the men of Battle Bay. She said, “There’s information on the sheets outside, and your union has material for you.” She nodded to them and said, “Good luck.”

    A few at first, and then all of them, turned and left, and Carol got down from her chair.

    When she reached in her pants pocket to turn on her cell, it vibrated. Baxter. Neither Baxter nor Blume nor any of the rest of them ever went near a plant floor with bad news. They would not have admitted it, but Carol could tell they were frightened of the workingmen they put out of work. Carol came from workingmen and wasn’t frightened. After coming up as a parts salesman for the Best Motor Company, she had what once seemed like the best job she’d ever get, as the lowest of Baxter Blume’s executives.

    Baxter’s joke was to ask how many bodyguards she needed each time she told men their jobs were history. Was it a five-­bodyguard event? Five was the high. She played along because, behind the joke, Carol believed Baxter respected what she did, delivering the news, and then the slog of disposal that came afterward. Not that there really were bodyguards today or most days, though in a few places she had gotten people to watch her car for the duration.

    Today she said quickly, before Baxter could get into his banter, “The next company after this is the last.” As she spoke, Carol remembered the heartbreak in the owner’s face and the emptiness in the faces of the men.

    Baxter said, “I’m thinking four bodyguards. I can feel it from here.” There was laughter in his background.

    Carol said, “Baxter, you told me that after my next corporate burial I’m done as an undertaker.”

    “Five? Tell me you don’t need five bodyguards. Do I need to make calls for your safety?”

    “One more company to bury, and then I get my own company to run. I need to hear you promise me that again.”

    “Okay, Carol, okay. The next company is the last one you bury.”

    “And then I get my own company to run.”

    “The gears are already turning, Carol, cross my heart.”

    She said, “I broke the news today without any bodyguards, but you, Baxter, you would have wanted five.”

    Before she hung up, she heard someone say through the laughter, “Nobody screws with the Beast.”

    Carol pocketed the phone and took a breath and moved on.

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    Beauty: A Novel 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Frederick Dillen has once more written a novel that is enjoyable to read and one that when you finish you would like more.  He develops his characters and their interactions in such a way as to make you feel you are there with them.  He is obviously familiar with the area where the story takes place and he skillfully uses this knowledge to develop the book.  You will enjoy this small but engrossing novel.
    FeatheredQuillBookReviews More than 1 year ago
    The corporate world is ruled for the most part by men but Carol MacLean was convinced that if she worked hard enough for long enough she would be given her own company to run. In fact that is exactly what she had been promised by her boss for many years now and finally after this last job of closing down a fish plant in New England, she would be given her own company. Carol had come from the working class and the idea of being able to build up a business instead of burying it was a thrilling thought. However, when Carol is just beginning to believe that her dream will be coming true her boss informs her that she will be fired with no hope of ever getting her own company. Completely crushed by this news Carol breaks down, realizing that all her years of hard work have been for nothing. Picking herself back up, Carol makes a drastic choice and decides to buy the plant that she was sent to put out of business. Throwing everything she has into this project, Carol quickly surrounds herself with people of the community that want to keep the traditions and way of life for the harbor alive. The team she assembles includes local families, finance experts, blue-collar workers, and local fisherman who are not sure if this plan will work but are willing to do whatever they can to give it a shot. One fisherman in particular, Easy Parsons, is catching Carol’s eye but she does not want her feelings to overshadow the business decisions she is going to make. With each passing day Carol continues to wow her team by finding ways to bring this fish processing plant back to life and bring revenue into the harbor. For the first time in a long time Carol finally feels as if she belongs and wants to make a life that she can be proud of. Unfortunately with the risks involved in owning a business Carol is soon faced with heart wrenching decisions that will have her seriously thinking about the worth of owning her own company. Frederick Dillen brings to life a character in Beauty who was hard for me to first imagine because Carol is far from the norm. After the first few pages, however, I realized that what he created was quite amazing and wonderfully original. From the first chapter I found myself instantly becoming caught up in the story as Carol puts so much honest work into her job and then transfers that hard work into saving this fish processing plant that she was sent to shut down. Through his writing Dillen combines the business world with an entertaining underdog story that also contains a touch of romance and does it beautifully. There is fun and excitement about the twists, turns, and ideas from the business side, and then at the same time the heartstrings are pulled by the story of how a woman comes to fall in love not only with a hard working fisherman but the people of the town as well. Quill says: This book is a jewel that shines brighter with each turn of the page!