Exposure: A Novel

Exposure: A Novel

by Kathryn Harrison

NOOK Book(eBook)

View All Available Formats & Editions
Available on Compatible NOOK Devices and the free NOOK Apps.
Want a NOOK ? Explore Now


Exposure: A Novel by Kathryn Harrison

“Luminous and affecting . . . [Exposure] examines the often fine line between art and abuse. . . . Taut in plot, beautifully realistic, and intelligently disturbing.”
–Harper’s Bazaar

Ann Rogers appears to be a happily married, successful young woman. A talented photographer, she creates happy memories for others, videotaping weddings, splicing together scenes of smiling faces, editing out awkward moments. But she cannot edit her own memories so easily–images of a childhood spent as her father’s model and muse, the subject of his celebrated series of controversial photographs. To cope, Ann slips into a secret life of shame and vice. But when the Museum of Modern Art announces a retrospective of her father’s shocking portraits, Ann finds herself teetering on the edge of self-destruction, desperately trying to escape the psychological maelstrom that threatens to consume her.

“Astounding . . . told in prose as multifaceted as a diamond, crystalline and mesmerizing. ‘Remarkable’ hardly goes far enough.”

“Impossible to put down . . . Kathryn Harrison is an extremely gifted writer, poetic, passionate, and elegant.”
–San Francisco Chronicle

“Exquisite, exhilarating, and harrowing.”
–Donna Tartt, author of The Secret History and The Little Friend

“A breathless urban nightmare not easy to forget. Stark, brilliant, and original work.”
–Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

From the Trade Paperback edition.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307765994
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/06/2011
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 240
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Kathryn Harrison has written the novels Thicker Than Water, Exposure, Poison, The Binding Chair, The Seal Wife, Envy, and Enchantments. Her autobiographical work includes The Kiss, Seeking Rapture, The Road to Santiago, The Mother Knot, and True Crimes. She has written two biographies, Saint Thérèse of Lisieux and Joan of Arc, and a book of true crime, While They Slept: An Inquiry into the Murder of a Family. She lives in Brooklyn with her husband, the novelist Colin Harrison.

Read an Excerpt

New York
June 27, 1992
As the taxi cuts through the rain, Ann struggles out of her black skirt, keeping her eyes on the driver as she hurries to free the heel of her black satin pump. She kicks the crumpled garment under the front seat as he lunges out his window to yell at a street vendor. He mutters obscenities, weaves in and out of the heavy traffic; sweat runs down the back of his hairy neck and rings his collar. She hopes he isn’t going to be a problem.
Sitting in her blouse and slip, Ann examines the spot where she inadvertently nicked the dark green suede of the new skirt when she pried off the alarm device. She rubs the nap with her finger, and satisfied that the offending mark is nothing a stiff brush won’t remove, struggles into the narrow skirt, lurching back and forth awkwardly in the seat as she pulls it up over her hips. It’s snug—a perfect fit that leaves no room for lingerie—and Ann discards first her short slip and then her underpants, arranging them flirtatiously, like dropped handkerchiefs, over the hump in the middle of the car’s floor. She’ll remember to keep her legs crossed. Besides, everyone will be looking at the bride, not at her. Even now, she thinks, the world is still mesmerized by a woman in a white dress.
The steaming summer storm obscures the facades of buildings, rendering them blank and flat and erased, like the expressions on the faces of the people they pass. Caught unprepared for a downpour, they twist newspapers or shopping bags into makeshift rain gear. Watching them, Ann buttons the skirt’s tight waistband and settles back against the vinyl seat. The driver makes a sudden illegal turn, and Ann is thrown against the door, interrupting her fantasy about the next passenger: she envisions a stolid banker in pinstripes, his surprise as he notices the crumpled slip washing up over the toes of his wingtipped shoes. Will he retrieve her underpants from the car’s floor and press them to his mouth? Will he keep them, snapping them into his attaché?
Ann has turned her clothes loose over the city in the past month. Blouses, dresses, trousers, lingerie. Silk camisoles and brassieres, leggings still musky and moist-crotched, smelling of sex. She leaves her slacks like firemen’s dungarees, legs neatly accordioned as if to receive a new occupant, their posture conveying a sense of urgency. Once she left a pair of beige linen walking shorts with a surprising flower of blood between the legs, red and rank—a woman’s little emergency.
Traffic jam; Ann is alerted by the car’s sudden deceleration. She looks up to see the eyes of the driver in the rearview mirror. Perhaps he saw her, perhaps he was watching as she removed cuticle clippers from her camera bag and cut the tags from the skirt’s satin lining. Did he see that the garment didn’t come from a shopping bag?
He turns around and peers with frank curiosity through a ragged orifice in the dull Plexiglas separating the front and rear seats. “Whatdja do, steal it?” he asks.
Ann returns his gaze levelly. “Yes,” she says.
The driver nods, says nothing.
Ann adjusts the skirt over her legs, smooths it down and looks away, out the wet window. When she looks back the driver’s dark eyes are trained on her reflection in his mirror. He nods again, and when there’s an opening, guns the cab into the left lane.
She picks up the crumpled price tags from the seat and tears them into little pieces, drops them, along with the little envelope that contains spare buttons for the skirt, out the window. She’s late, as usual. The wedding is scheduled to start in less than half an hour; she’s paid to record the occasion and still has to stop at her loft and grab the backup videocamera and battery pack.
Maybe her assistant is already there, maybe the rain will have slowed everyone else down. Maybe someday her life will be in order.
Texas, 1975
Forget it. It isn’t right.” The muscle in her father’s jaw clenched and unclenched in anger, frustration.
“What isn’t right?” Ann sat up and pulled a shirt around her. One of his work shirts, it was too big, and the cuffs dropped to her knees as she stood. “What?”
“It. It. God damn it. Nothing. Nothing is working.”
Ann followed him out of the studio, ten paces behind him, not daring to draw closer, her bare feet cold on the cement floor. She walked into the glow of the red safelights over the darkroom sink, where he sat on the black metal stool, elbow on the counter, cheek on hand, eyes closed, wearing a familiar exasperated expression.
“Papi. Papi? Come back. I’ll do it better. I wasn’t concentrating.”
He opened his eyes, looked at her as if without recognition, eyes betraying nothing. “No,” he said slowly. “It won’t work, Ann. You’re too old. I can’t use someone with, with—” He stopped, put out his hands in a gesture of helpless dismay, palms up and empty. Dropped them into his lap. “Breasts,” he said.
“Papi!” Her laugh was too loud in the cool, quiet room, falsely lighthearted. “They’re not new! I’m sixteen! Besides, I’m so skinny they hardly show. You said before it didn’t matter.”
“Yes. Well, now I’m saying it does. And other things show.”
Ann put her arms into the shirt’s sleeves, looked down. There were only two buttons left, and she held it closed over her chest.
“There’s the razor for other things,” she said finally.
“Put your clothes on, Ann,” her father said, and he stood and held out his arm almost formally, showing her the door.

Customer Reviews

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See All Customer Reviews

Exposure 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Bunzino More than 1 year ago
I originially read this book when browsing for something to waste time on a plane...I read it extremely fast and then a couple years later I read it again. This book is thought provoking, attention grabbing, and can make you self reflect. You feel for the main character and can so suprememly empathize with her breakdown and failed relationships or brink there of, that this is a fantastic read for a strong mind.
Souvy More than 1 year ago
a masterpiece. harrison's ability to communicate very complex psychological situations is stunning. you hold your breath as you read this one, not quite believing she will be able to pull it off and resolve the plot in a way that will make the harrowing journey it describes worthwhile. and then that's exactly what she does! miraculously, it succeeds in ways that keep you on the edge until the last, remarkable paragraph. wow is the only word that comes to mind.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Interesting story line, making me reflect on my own tragedies and shortcomings. Intrigued me enough to check out more from the author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I kept reading with the hopes that this novel would improve. Unfortunately it didn't.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago