Model Home

Model Home

by Eric Puchner

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Overview

Warren Ziller moved his family to Southern California in search of a charmed life, and to all appearances, he found it: a gated community not far from the beach, amid the affluent splendor of the 1980s. But the Zillers’ American dream is about to be rudely interrupted. Warren has squandered their savings on a bad real estate investment, which he conceals from his wife, Camille, who misreads his secrecy as a sign of an affair. Their children, Dustin, Lyle, and Jonas, have grown as distant as satellites, too busy with their own betrayals and rebellions to notice their parents’ distress. When tragedy strikes, the Zillers are forced to move to Warren’s abandoned housing development in the desert. In this comically bleak new home, each must reckon with what’s led them there and who’s to blame—and whether they can summon the forgiveness needed to hold the family together.

With penetrating insights into modern life and an uncanny eye for everyday absurdities, Eric Puchner delivers a wildly funny, heartbreaking, and thoroughly original portrait of an American family.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780743270496
Publisher: Scribner
Publication date: 09/14/2010
Pages: 360
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Eric Puchner is the author of the collection Music Through the Floor, a finalist for the California Book Award and the NYPL Young Lions of Fiction Award, and of the novel Model Home, a finalist for the PEN/Faulkner Prize. Eric is a former Stegner Fellow, a Pushcart Prize winner and winner of an award from the Academy of Arts and Letters. His work has appeared in many literary magazines and anthologies including Best American Short Stories, Zoetrope, Best American Non-Required Reading, Tin House, and Granta. His personal essays appear regularly in GQ, Medium, and elsewhere. Eric is a professor in the writing seminars at Johns Hopkins. He lives in Baltimore with his wife, the novelist Katharine Noel, and their two children.

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CHAPTER 1

Two days after his car—an ’85 Chrysler LeBaron with leather seats and all-power accessories—vanished from the driveway, Warren Ziller crept past the expensive homes of his neighbors, trying to match his dog’s limp. Buggy Whip Lane was shrouded in a mist that blurred his glasses. It was June, month of foggy mornings; vines of bougainvillea climbed the telephone poles and hung like tinsel from the wires. Warren tugged at Mr. Leonard’s leash, trying to keep to the narrow horse trail skirting the road. The wood chips at his feet sent up a pleasing funk of manure. He passed the Hathaways’ and Wongs’ and Dunkirks’, the Temples’ and Starchilds’, each house white as a tooth, distinguished only by a lone cactus or bronze deer in the yard or surfboard tipped against the wall. There was something very appealing about these surfboards. They looked doomed and precarious but never seemed to fall over. He’d lived here three years and the sight of them still gave him a thrill. When he tried to define California to himself, to reckon the fathomless miles he’d traveled from Wisconsin, Warren always thought of these beautiful toys on the verge of collapse.

Mr. Leonard stopped along the trail to inspect a rock and began to sing to it. A high, sorrowful croon, as if he might coax the thing into a duet. The mutt was old and arthritic, but it had never occurred to Warren that his mind might deteriorate. As dogs went, he’d always been bright and resourceful, sniffing out lost shoes or figuring out how to open doors with his paws.

“Have you noticed anything funny about Mr. Leonard?” Warren asked when he got home. His children were sitting around the kitchen table together, most likely by accident. The house smelled of McDonald’s and bare feet. Mr. Leonard limped to his bowl and stared at his meager ration of kibbles.

“You mean aside from him singing to rocks?” Lyle said, clipping her toenails into an empty sneaker on the floor. The sneaker was presumably her own.

“You’ve noticed?”

“Any rock. He can’t resist.”

“Maybe someone gave him some LSD,” Jonas suggested.

“I don’t think so,” Warren said.

“Has he been jumping out of windows, thinking he can fly?”

Dustin scoffed. “That’s a myth.”

“Dogs can’t fly?” Lyle said, laying her clippers on the table.

Camille, his wife, looked up from the sink. “There’s nothing funny about it.”

“I think it’s inspiring,” Dustin said. “That he can find love so late in life.”

“In Vietnam,” Jonas said, “they kill dogs when they’re no longer useful and use them for food. There’s a dish called Dog Seven Ways.”

“Boys! That’s enough,” Camille said.

“Yeah,” Lyle said. “Mr. Leonard can hear you.”

The mutt caught his name and came limping over to the kitchen table, tail thumping.

“How do I love thee,” Dustin said, leaning to pet him. “Let me count the ways.”

Camille walked over to Mr. Leonard and bent down to stroke his head, then looked up at them accusingly. “I hope you remember this, what a laugh riot you’re having, when you’re singing to rocks.”

A guilty hush came over the table. In the silence, Warren had a chance to take in the spectacle of his children: Dustin, his college-bound son, shirtless as usual and eating an Egg McMuffin he must have picked up on the way home from surfing, preparing for another deafening day of band practice in the garage; Lyle, his redheaded, misanthropic daughter, sixteen years old and wearing a T-shirt with DEATH TO SANDWICHES stenciled on the front, her latest protest against corporate advertising; Jonas, eleven and haunted by death . . . what could he say about Jonas? Every morning he poured granola in his bowl and then spent five minutes picking out all the raisins and dates, only to sprinkle them back on top. He liked to know where they were so “they wouldn’t surprise him.” Today he was wearing an orange windbreaker over a matching orange shirt. Warren felt something brush his heart, a draft of despair. He glanced under the table: orange corduroys, and—glaring conspicuously above Jonas’s Top-Siders—coral-colored socks.

“Jonas, you’re dressed entirely in orange.”

Jonas nodded.

“He’s exercising his individuality,” Lyle said.

Dustin clapped Jonas on the back. “I admire you for making the rest of us seem normal.”

Warren watched his orange son picking raisins from his cereal. He had enough on his mind already without worrying about the boy’s mental health. “You look like a carrot.”

“Thank you,” Jonas said politely.

Warren frowned. He picked up the front page of the newspaper and was confronted with Mandy Rogers, the mentally retarded girl who’d disappeared from school. It had been two weeks since she went missing. There were signs hanging all over town: the flat, porpoisey face grinning at you from under a cowboy hat. Eerie and inescapable. Warren drove by the Rogerses’ house, its squadron of news vans, on the way to his office every day.

“I wish they’d just find that poor girl’s body,” he said.

“You don’t know she’s dead,” Camille said. “I wish you wouldn’t go putting ideas in their heads.”

“What do you think? She just wandered off?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Lyle said. “She’s waiting at the Lost and Found?”

“Maybe it’s the same guy who stole the Chrysler,” Dustin said.

“I doubt it. Car thieves don’t generally abduct people.”

Warren said this without batting an eye. There were surfboards leaning undisturbed in all their neighbors’ yards, yet Warren’s family had believed him when he’d said the Chrysler was stolen. It dismayed him, how easy it had been. A fake call to the police, a trip downtown to file a report. (The truth was he’d spent the afternoon at the office.) He’d smoothed any wrinkles of doubt by telling them there were bands of crooks who specialized in gated communities, knowing that people left their keys in the car. “Sitting ducks,” he’d called the families of Herradura Estates.

In truth, Warren had been in denial about the Chrysler. He’d hoped—despite the fact that he hadn’t made a payment in six months, had ignored the bill collector’s increasingly terse and belligerent notices—that the lender might just forget the whole business. Instead the men had come at night, while Warren was asleep. He’d gone out to the driveway with Mr. Leonard and found a dark drool of oil where his car had been. And the stain was only a herald of things to come. There was the furniture, the new Maytag washer, the house itself.

Dustin finished his breakfast, licking some grease that had run down his wrist. It was such a boyish gesture, so casually innocent, that the taste of fear eased back down Warren’s throat. He would protect this innocence at all costs. If that meant lying to his family until he found a way out of this mess, so be it.

“How are the Deadbeats?” he asked Dustin, who’d gotten up to wash his hands in the sink. Warren loved to sit in the garage while they practiced, listening to their brain-throbbing music.

“We’re not called that anymore.”

“You’re not?”

“It’s a dumb name,” Dustin said. “We’re trying to think of a better one.”

He turned his back to Warren, searching for something in the fridge. Warren was very familiar with this back. He had whole conversations with it. It was a strong back, beautiful in its gentle slopes and mesas: he’d gotten to know it the way you get to know a favorite view or painting. A back, even a silent one, was better than nothing. Still, there was a certain amount of faith involved: you had to trust it was listening, hunched over a guitar or a surfboard as if you weren’t even there.

His wife had disappeared from the kitchen. Warren got up from his stool at the counter and went to find her. The hallway, like their room itself, was decorated with shell sculptures and turd-colored macramé things and paintings not unlike the splotch of oil staining the driveway. Camille had bought them all at a store called Creativity Unleashed, which sold art by developmentally disabled people. Mandy Rogers’s disappearance had inspired her to invest in heroically unattractive art. She’d wanted to hang it all over the house, but the kids had refused to adorn their walls with “retard paintings” and the bulk had ended up in their bedroom. When Warren objected, wondering if some types of creativity weren’t better off leashed, Camille had called him hardhearted. He couldn’t tell her it was the waste of money that frightened him.

Now he found his wife in the bathroom, tugging at her tennis skirt instead of getting dressed for work. He had to remind himself it was Saturday. Camille made educational videos for the public school system, and Warren often felt guilty for not taking it as seriously as she did. It was her goodness—her belief in higher rewards than money—that he’d always been attracted to.

“Where did Jonas get orange socks?” he asked, watching her put on some lipstick.

“He picked them out at Nordstrom’s,” Camille said.

“You bought them for him?”

“How was I supposed to know he’d dress up like that?”

Warren sat on the bed to untie his sneakers. “Given the choice between a slow kid and a genius who dresses like a carrot, I might have chosen the former.”

“Any word from the police?” she asked.

“What?”

“About the Chrysler! Did they learn anything?”

Warren shook his head. “Probably scattered all over the state by now,” he said.

Thankfully, Camille didn’t seem to question this and began dabbing her lips with a Kleenex. A little pink T, like a cat’s nose, stained the middle. She was still lovely: blond hair and the sort of wholesome, cheerleadery face, freckled and wide-eyed and slightly bucktoothed, that caused people to smile at her from their cars. She was a Midwesterner in the way Blackbeard was a pirate: iconic to the species. Even when she was angry at Warren she seemed hopelessly preppy, her face a cardigan pink. He wanted to tell her that his project in the desert—for which he’d sacrificed everything, his family’s own future—was a disaster. Everything they had was in peril. If she knew, they could face down the debt collectors—the angry phone calls and investors—together. It would be like before they were married, when Warren was in law school in Chicago and they were living in a run-down studio in Rogers Park, so poor they’d been forced to eat a moose Camille’s brother had shot in Michigan. They’d survived on ground moose meat all winter, using Hamburger Helper to mask the flavor. Moose Helper, they’d called it, laughing at the TV commercials they’d thought up as a joke.

Warren got up from the bed and kissed Camille’s neck, holding the faint bulges that had recently formed at her waist. She turned around in surprise.

“Camille . . .”

The surprise on her face melted to concern. “What is it?”

“There’s something . . .”

He couldn’t meet her eyes. Last week, making love, she’d said something to him strange and terrible, a confession of despair. I want to die. Through the bedroom window, he could see Dustin waxing his surfboard in the backyard, kneeling on the lawn while Jonas practiced his fencing moves. The sun had broken through the mist, lighting the persimmon tree near the garden into a blaze of orange fruit. Beneath it, lunging in the sunlight, his fruit-colored son looked weirdly beautiful.

“Mr. Leonard,” Warren said quietly. “Maybe it’s time we had him looked at.”

© 2010 Eric Puchner

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"Heartrending.... With careful attention to nuanced and fractured perspectives, Puchner teases a fragile beauty out of the loneliness that separates the members of this family." —-Publishers Weekly Starred Review

Reading Group Guide

This reading group guide for Model Home by Eric Puchner 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.

Introduction

It’s the mid-eighties, and the Ziller family seem to be living the American dream. Warren, a real-estate developer, has moved his wife and three children from the Midwest to a wealthy gated community in Southern California. But they don’t know that he has invested all their money on a gamble—a housing development in the desert—and lost everything.

As Warren desperately tries to conceal the truth from his family, things begin to unravel, not just for him, but for those around him. His wife Camille knows that Warren is keeping something from her and concludes that it must be an affair; seventeen-year-old Dustin, fighting against his nice-guy image, falls for his girlfriend's troubled younger sister; teenage daughter Lyle, perpetually angry, becomes involved in a secret relationship with a security guard; and eleven-year-old Jonas becomes increasingly more odd in what seems to be a cry for attention.

After a tragic accident, the Zillers are forced to move into one of the houses in Warren's abandoned development, with no one around for miles, and must come to terms with themselves, with one another, and with what makes them a family.

Questions and Topics for Discussion

1. Model Home is told in chapters from alternating points of view. Did this allow you to get a full view of the Zillers? Was there any character you wanted to hear from more or less? Until late in the novel, we see Jonas through other people’s eyes, but don’t hear his point of view. Did his perspective surprise you?

2. Was there a character you found yourself most identifying with? Did you relate most to the one closest to you in terms of age and gender, or another one entirely? Why?

3. At the beginning of the novel, Dustin is popular and eternally optimistic while Lyle is an angry outcast, making lists of people and things she hates. At the end of the novel Dustin and Lyle seem to have reversed roles as Lyle becomes more outgoing and Dustin retreats. Why do you think the author positions them as foils to one another? Do their differences make them seem more extreme?

4. One of the major themes of Model Home is that of being an outsider: in life, at school, in one’s own family. In what ways is each character on the outside looking in?

5. Although Dustin is likeable and friendly, he has “a different vision of himself. In this vision… he was strange and spontaneous and did charismatically delinquent things.” (p. 26) After the accident, he becomes angry, withdrawn, and often cruel. Do you think this latter version of Dustin is his true self, which he allows to come out once he’s no longer concerned about people liking him? Or is it just a show to keep everyone at bay?

6. Did Jonas’s quirks make him more or less likable to you? Dustin states that Jonas’s “life would be an endless trial of humiliations he was too… clueless to avoid.” (p. 29) Do you agree with that statement, or do you think it’s a stage he’ll outgrow?

7. There are many moments in the novel where the characters are mistaken about the facts or about one another’s motives, but the reader can see the whole picture. How did this affect your reading experience?

8. Dustin seems to have the perfect girlfriend in Kira, who is beautiful and supportive and believes in his talent, but he is drawn to her troubled younger sister, Taz. What is he drawn to in Taz? Once she’s no longer acting out against herself, does he feel differently about her?

9. Although Lyle is sleeping with Hector, she won’t tell her family about him, and when she sees him in public she pretends not to know him. Does Lyle want to be with Hector, or does she just want to be wanted? Is she upset after their breakup because she misses him, or because she doesn’t want to be alone?

10. When Warren finally tells Camille the truth about their finances, “there was a release to it, the words tumbling free. He waited for the reckoning to begin” (p. 158). Many of the characters in Model Home are carrying heavy secrets. At what points in the novel do the characters confess secrets or choose to continue to hold them? Do they release them for the sake of others, or are their motives selfish?

11. Camille knows that Warren is keeping something from her, and suspects him of having an affair. Is the truth more or less of a betrayal? At the end of the novel, is Camille disappointed in Warren, or in the way her life has turned out?

12. After Jonas is reunited with his family, he makes up an idyllic story about where he’s been and what happened to him. Why do you think he chooses not to tell them the truth? Are his parents right or wrong to not push him for an answer? Is this willingness to accept a lie, however obvious, indicative of how they react to one another in general?

13. When Warren is driving home from picking up Jonas, he muses that, “Perhaps, in the end, it was all you could hope for: to get your family together in one car… and feel the precious weight of their presence.” (p. 325) Does Warren find redemption in his family? Ultimately, what does the novel say about family?

Tips to Enhance Your Book Club

1. When Jonas runs away, the experience is very different than what he expected. Have the members of your book club discuss, if they were to "run away from home," what that ideal experience would be like, and what they think they would miss the most from their own lives.

2. Model Home is filled with such rich language and dialogue. There are many points where the author seems to capture whole scenes or tell whole stories with one sentence. As they read, have the members of your club keep track of their favorite passages or quotes to share during your discussion.

3. Have the members of your club visit the author’s website, EricPuchner.com, to read some of his short stories and nonfiction essays, or read his short story collection Music Through the Floor. Discuss how his writing style varies across genres.

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Model Home 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 45 reviews.
Anonymous 12 months ago
well+written+and+engaging.+dark+and+unflinching.+his+portrayal+of+family+life+is+tragic+but+believable.+
TemeculaMomma on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Although I prefer to not make comparisons, it is inevitable after reading Model Home. I love American Beauty, in large part due to the excellent character development, and Model Home hits that same mark for me. Even though I found most of the characters completely aggravating and I wanted to reach through the pages to grab them by their shoulders to shake the holy heck out of them, wow - what strong writing to elicit my emotion! I did have to remind myself several times that the story is set in 1985...what a difference 25 years has made in our awareness of some of the issues presented. First off, if the story were set in present day, loveable and quirky Jonas would have a diagnosis of high-functioning autism or Aspergers Syndrome. Yet the Ziller family does not question Jonas' idiosyncracies. I would consider that a positive for Jonas if it weren't for how, in their ignorance, the Zillers tend to treat him as an embarrasment to their family. Also, the parents are just so non-reactive to the behavior of their teenagers Dustin and Lyle (short for Delilah). They use such disrespectful language when talking to their parents, but no reaction. Sixteen year old Lyle informs her mother of her physical relationship with the security guard for their gated utopia, and still nothing...are these people just numb or what? I loved the mental images created at the thought of living in an abandoned neighborhood in the middle of the desert! I had the displeasure of living in the Antelope Valley myself in the early 90's and the author's descriptions took me right back to the oppressive feeling of barrenness, sand-filled wind, and tumbleweeds blowing across my yard in the scorching heat. Add in the pungent smell of a toxic waste dump and a disgruntled postal carrier; I could feel the Ziller's sense of defeat! Having the story set in 1985 was a wise choice in my opinion. If set presently, the stigma of the Ziller's situation would have been completely different. Rather than feeling the shame of deteriorating in front of their Stepford SoCal neighbors, they would have simply been another recession statistic; part of the forclosure-club. In this time period, they were outcasts for daring to drive a beater car down the streets of Herradura Estates or for having patio furniture in their living room. This is a novel that I will not soon forget.
GCPLreader on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
'You've got your whole life ahead of you, people liked to say. In truth there was not much time, a blip, and most of what you did was a mistake. You were lucky to find a safe and proper home.'The Zillers struggle to hold onto their home in SoCal after the father makes a shady real estate investment. The parents and children make bad choices and an unexpected tragedy unravels their lives. The father's story is my favorite as he hides the impending financial crisis from his family, but the author's treatment of the mother's career as a school documentary film maker seemed too improbable. The 3 children are spot-on and I really rooted for them as their parents come to realize that the only investment that pays off is the family. recommended for fans of contemporary, well-written, gritty family dramas
ForeignCircus on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I thought this story of the American Dream gone horribly awry would have a wry humor, but instead it was just overwhelmingly depressing. Everything bad that could happen to this family did, and there was little joy to redeem the story. The book was well-written and the characters rang true, but reading it became a bit of an ordeal as the depressing events just piled up on one another. I would recommend this book for the vibrant literate writing, but definitely don't pick it up if you're in the mood for a light beach read because this novel is gloomy enough to depress any beach vacation.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The characters will draw you in, also loved the writing style.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Could not put this book down. Each page tapped too closely to many lines that are all too painfully familiar. From the squeamish teenage parties to detailed descriptions of sibling angst this read left me recognizing too much that placed me off kilter long after the last page. I could not decide if i was cheering on the characters because they were all too familiar or because they broke my heart.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fantastic. The characters are well-developed and captivating. They type of characters you miss when the book ends. Puchner's thoughtful insights are there for the taking -- not forced down your throat. (And they are great). I loved Puchner's writing style. He uses more good metaphors than a... than... well, there are a lot of good metaphors. And you will cry. You'll laugh for sure, but you'll cry. If you don't, then write a countervailing review.
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TiBookChatter More than 1 year ago
Dreaming of untold riches in the real estate market, Warren Ziller moves his family to a gated community in (Rancho) Palos Verdes, California. There, they live the American dream. Nice house, nice neighborhood. But Warren has a secret. The real estate development that he's invested in has tanked, and his family has no idea what looms ahead. Once in a while a book comes up out of nowhere and just slaps you in the face. I first heard about Model Home when it was featured in this year's Tournament of Books. Simply put, it sounded like my kind of book. It was set in Southern California, it had all the family dynamics that I seem to crave, and dysfunction. lots of it. I expected to enjoy it, but I did not expect to love it as much as I did. This book will break your heart. You will re-read passages over and over again because Puchner's writing is so exquisite. His writing is both beautiful and raw, which doesn't even sound right when put together in one sentence. "You've got your whole life ahead of you, people liked to say. In truth. there was not much time, a blip, and most of what you did was a mistake. You were lucky to find a safe and proper home. In the end, even the world cast you out, withdrawing its welcome." The characters are so well-developed, that I cried for them. Their predicament is so dire at one point, so delicate and precarious that I had to pace my reading or be overwhelmed by grief. If you search for reviews on this book, you'll see that many found this book to be depressing. I didn't. It's an honest account of a family falling apart, but in many ways it's hopeful too. I want everyone to read this book. It's my fave of the year (so far) and if you happen upon the interview with Eric Puchner, discussing the book, hold off on it until you've read it because it gives a huge plot point away!
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Alicea Acevedo More than 1 year ago
great read, i reccommend it to everyone. the story moves really fast and i felt very invested in the characters.
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When you read a book and you find yourself wondering about the characters after you have finished to me this is the best recommendation you can give and this is the case with this book. The characters were well formed and interesting and as one reviewer said the ending is anticlimatic but I wonder if this is why I find myself thinking about them. Will there be a sequal?
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