Since You Ask

Since You Ask

by Louise Wareham

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ISBN-13: 9781617750946
Publisher: Akashic
Publication date: 05/01/2004
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 214
File size: 462 KB

About the Author

Louise Wareham grew up in Manhattan and graduated from Columbia University. She has worked as a reporter in New York City, Oxford, Mississippi, and New Zealand. Since You Ask was the winner of the James Jones Literary Society First Novel Award. Wareham lives in New York City.

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Last May my whole family drove out to JFK Airport to meet Raymond. He had been gone for six years, and Dad was carrying his camera as if Ray were some kind of movie star. Usually, I was nervous around Ray, but I wasn't that day. Partly because I didn't live at home anymore and partly because Ray didn't bother me anymore.

'Give your brother a kiss,' my mother said, prodding me in the back.

'Put your arm around her,' Dad said, pointing his camera at us. Then Eric stood between us and Dad took pictures of that, too.

In the car, we passed rows and rows of housing projects, all square and brown and the same. I would have to kill myself if I lived in a place like that. I pointed this out, but no one said anything.

Raymond lit a cigarette when he stepped out of the car. Couldn't you wait, I wanted to say. He had a few drags, then flicked it to the gutter. We went to Sardi's. It was loud and crowded, and Dad ordered wine and pasta with clams. He gave a toast to Raymond, 'our prodigal son.' I looked at Eric, but he didn't seem to notice. Raymond set his glass on the table and tapped his fingers. Then he went to the bathroom.

*

Dr. Keats, my psychiatrist here, says I am too 'fragmented.' I am overwhelmed, he says. My mind is overwhelmed and for this reason it has begun to crack, or 'break.' He doesn't say this in a mean way, but in a way I will understand. I do understand, too. I am glad he says this because it is true. It is frightening and it is true.

*

After dinner, Dad dropped me off at 46th and Ninth. I had a sublet there: one room with a platform bed and a table overlooking the airshaft. The building was full of dance studios. I could hear African drums sometimes, or the footsteps of ballet classes. My place belonged to a ballet dancer; she had gone to Europe for a year. As soon as I got inside, I wanted to go out again. No one was around, though. Sylvia was at Yale, and Henry was in the Hamptons. I turned the television on, then off. I sat on my bed and looked through my phone book and finally, I called Beck.

We had met on the street, six years ago. Even then, when he was eighteen, he was the best-looking boy I had ever seen. He was grown like a man and as serious, leaning against a car with his arms on his chest, staring at me.

Now he was a corrections officer at the Tombs. He came over and sat on my bed, lighting matches with one hand. 'Oh, Betsy,' he said. 'Betsy, Betsy.'

'What?' I asked.

'You're all grown up. You've got this apartment and all your books.' He dropped his hand to my knee. 'Can I?'

What People are Saying About This

The truly important novel, as Tolstoi so passionately averred, is the adventure of a question; and the question, most often, is unhappiness. Ranging inward to a psyche’s unsettled relation to itself, and out into the wilderness of family and love, Louise Wareham's Since You Ask is a sustained and sustaining adventure, passionate as Tolstoi would approve. Reading this novel, I saw the substance (and substances) of unhappiness transformed into something even brighter than courage. This is a splendid debut.
—author of Arcady

Kaylie Jones

Louise Wareham's debut novel is a work of staggering intensity, written in a deceptively straight-forward, no-nonsense prose, which belies the vast iceberg of unexplored pain that lurks just below its surface.
—author of A Soldier’s Daughter Never Cries

Melanie Rae Thon

Louise Wareham evokes the mystery of sexual compulsion with stunning honesty and quiet compassion. She captures the wry and brilliant humor of Betsy Scott, her core of tensile courage, so that we can bear to witness her life, so that we can keep our faith as she enters chaos to seek redemption. In the fragments of a fractured life, in stark and radiant images, Louise Wareham recovers miraculous beauty, a fragile stained glass vision of one woman's whole and luminous spirit.
—author of Sweet Hearts

Amy Hempel

Louise Wareham's keyed-down style amplifies the threat in the sexual terrain her narrator travels. She conveys the disequilibrium a young woman sustains in a run of soul-honing liaisons. 'He saw I had been through something. And it was something that would serve him'--that the young narrator sees this and LIKES this in a man is the kind of charged and startling observation that powers this striking novel.
—author of Reasons to Live

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librarianj on LibraryThing 10 months ago
This is a powerful novel. Wareham doesn't take the "easy" route of child sexual abuse - an evil perpetrator stalking his prey. But rather a much more complex and ambiguous route - her heroine Betsy is unsure of her own role - is she complicit ? - did she invite this and subsequent abuse? On the surface things are pretty and easy. These are wealthy, privileged young people but underneath the surface there is roiling unrest. The interaction between this surface world and reality is not perfect - I was disappointed that the scene with Betsy's parents and the perpetrator of her abuse was not explored or even described really. But this is a great first novel.