The After Party: A Novel

The After Party: A Novel

by Anton DiSclafani

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The After Party: A Novel by Anton DiSclafani

"A vintage version of 'Gossip Girl' meets bigger hair." —The Skimm

"DiSclafani’s story sparkles like the jumbo diamonds her characters wear to one-up each other. Historical fiction lovers will linger over every lush detail." —People

One of the Best New Books for Summer 2016 – Good Housekeeping

One of the 3 Beach Reads You Won’t Be Able to Put Down – O Magazine 

From the bestselling author of The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls comes a story of lifelong female friendship – in all its intimate agony and joy – set within a world of wealth, beauty, and expectation. 


Joan Fortier is the epitome of Texas glamour and the center of the 1950s Houston social scene. Tall, blonde, beautiful, and strong, she dominates the room and the gossip columns. Every man wants her; every woman wants to be her. Devoted to Joan since childhood, Cece Buchanan is either her chaperone or her partner in crime, depending on whom you ask. But when Joan’s radical behavior escalates the summer they are twenty-five, Cece considers it her responsibility to bring her back to the fold, ultimately forcing one provocative choice to appear the only one there is. 
 
A thrilling glimpse into the sphere of the rich and beautiful at a memorable moment in history, The After Party unfurls a story of friendship as obsessive, euphoric, consuming, and complicated as any romance.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780399573187
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/16/2017
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 278,397
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.80(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Anton DiSclafani is the author of the nationally bestselling novel, The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls. She was raised in northern Florida.


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Copyright © 2016 Anton DiSclafani

The Shamrock Hotel was  wildcatter Glenn  McCarthy's green baby.  Sixty-three shades to be exact: green carpet, green chairs, green tablecloths, green curtains. Green uniforms. The hotel sat next to the Texas Medical Center, which Monroe Dunaway Ander­ son had founded and bequeathed nineteen million dollars to in his will. It was like that, in Houston: there was money everywhere, and some people did very good things with it, like Mr. Anderson, and some people built glamorous, foolish structures, like Mr. McCarthy.  Mr. Anderson helped more people than Mr. McCarthy, certainly, but where did we have more fun?

The rest of the country was worried about the Russians, worried about the Commies in our midst, worried about the Koreans. But Houston's oil had washed its worries away. This was  the place where a wealthy bachelor had bought himself a cheetah and let  it live  on his  patio, swim in his  pool; where a crazy widower flew in caviar and flavored vodka once a  month for  wild soirees where everyone had to speak in a Russian accent; where Silver  Dollar Jim West had thrown silver coins from his  chauffeur-driven limo, then pulled over   to  watch the crowds' mad scramble. The bathroom fixtures at the Petroleum Club were all plated in twenty-four-karat gold. There was a limited supply of gold in the world; it would not regenerate. And Houston had most of it, I was convinced.

We valeted our car and headed straight to the Shamrock's Cork Club; Louis, our Irish, gray-haired bartender, was there, and he handed me a daiquiri, Joan a gin martini, up, and Ray a gin and tonic.

"Thank you, doll," Joan said, and Ray slid a folded-up packet of money across the bar.

That night we were all in attendance: the aforementioned Darlene, dressed in a lavender dress with, I had to admit, a beautiful sweetheart neckline; Kenna, Darlene's best friend, who was very nice and very boring; and Graciela, who went by Ciela. Ciela had been a scandal when she was born, the product of her father's affair with a beautiful Mexican girl he'd met while working in the oil refineries down in Tampico. His ex-wife had been rewarded for his sin—she'd received the biggest divorce settlement in Texas history. All of this was old news, though. There had been bigger divorce settlements since then, much bigger. It was Texas: everything bigger, all the time.

Ciela's father had married the señorita, was still married to the señorita, which perhaps would have been the greater scandal, if he weren't already so powerful. We all had that in common, save me:  powerful fathers. And husbands who would become powerful. And we were going to go there with them.

Darlene kissed Joan on both cheeks and then turned to me, "Long time no see, Cece," and then laughed uproariously at the repetition. She was already loaded. "You look like Leslie Lynnton herself," she said, and even though I looked nothing like Liz Taylor, aside from the dark hair, I was pleased. We'd all seen Giant at least three times, were titillated by the fact the James Dean character was based on Glenn McCarthy himself, even though we publicly hated Edna Ferber and her portrayal of Texas.

Ciela, whose hair was now so blond and coiffed she looked as Mexican as Marilyn Monroe, was on the arm of her husband, and Darlene and Kenna's husbands were across the room, smoking. My own husband was at my side; Ray was quiet, a little bit reserved, most comfortable near me.  He wasn't shy, exactly, but he didn't feel the need to be the center of anything, a rarity in our crowd.

The night wasn't full of possibility for us wives, like it used to be, like it still must have been for Joan. Yet the champagne was crisp and cheerful, the men were handsome and strong, and the music buoyed our spirits. I was wearing a beautiful silver dress, strapless, cinched at the waist. (Ray made a good living at Shell but my mother had left her small fortune to me, and because of it I wore astonishing clothes. My one extravagance. My mother had always refused to touch the money, thought my father should earn more. And so it was mine, granted to me in a legacy of bitterness, in lieu of parental attention. I was determined to spend it all.)  My wrist was encircled by my fourteenth-birthday present, a delicate diamond watch I only took out when I was feeling hopeful. Later tonight we might venture outside, to the Shamrock's pool, which happened to be the biggest outdoor pool in the world, built to accommodate waterskiing exhibitions. Joan loved to dive from their high board, said it felt like flying. Or maybe we'd make our way to the Emerald Room, the Shamrock's nightclub.




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The After Party: A Novel 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
Anonymous 10 months ago
Tiring and repetitive and a waste of time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Worth the read, entertaining, nothing memorable
Xkoqueen More than 1 year ago
The After Party by Anton DiScalfani is a character-driven novel about young socialites in 1950s Houston. Many will find the 1950s attitudes of these high-society ladies infuriating, however, a historic fiction should be true to its era. People, mostly women, were judged by their conduct and “morality”. Pre-marital intimacy could lead to a reputation, and an “accident” would mean scandal. The After Party is told in first person narrative by adult Cece Buchanan. The story travels back and forth in time as she explores the dynamics of her friendship with Joan and as she desperately tries to unravel the secret that Joan is keeping from her. The cloying oppressiveness of River Oaks suburbia is the first thing that hits the modern-day reader. The author immerses his readers in the slow-paced daily life of the upper-echelon of suburban society. There is not much that goes on between lunch with the ladies and the cocktail hour besides gossiping on the phone. Joan and Joan meet in kindergarten. The first day of school becomes a defining moment for one Joan, the less pretty Joan. The teacher dubs Joan Cecelia “Cece” in an effort to reduce confusion, and from that moment on, Cece lives in the other Joan’s shadow. I found it interesting that on one name-meaning website, that Joan means “Gift from God” and Cecelia means “Blind”; DiScalfani’s characters do seem to reflect their name meanings. Cece is a moth to Joan Fortier’s flame. Cece’s turbulent childhood makes her long for stability and conformity. Joan, on the other hand, is treated like a princess by her upstanding parents. Her family and life appear idyllic. Her father dotes on her and treats her like she could have everything and anything. He gives her everything he would give a son except for the freedom. A son would get his own money to manage, but Joan’s financial support comes with strings attached. Unlike Cece, Joan wants more. Joan feels stifled by her pre-ordained role. She rebels in a way that hurts her more than it hurts her parents. Her rebellion is without goal, and it is basically a temper tantrum on a grand scale. The dynamic between Cece and Joan is interesting. Cece is insecure and needy; she gloms onto Joan. Her obsession with Joan is just a tad unhealthy. She takes whatever Joan dishes. She’s drank the “Joan Koolaid” like so many others in town. Although most of their group have come to realize that Joan gets away with entirely too much—at least compared to the rest of the group who live within the social norms of the times—Cece continues to forgive Joan’s every indiscretion. She even makes excuses for her behavior to their friends. Cece’s behavior is like that of an obsessed fan or a loyal pet. She wants to be Joan; she is envious of Joan’s money and family. After all the secrets have been shared, and Joan’s glamour has tarnished, Cece final tires of the role she has been given in Joan’s life. Neither main character is particularly likable. One is a self-destructive narcissist who tells a good story of dreams and ideas but doesn’t have the chutzpah to follow through. The other is spineless and subservient, but in the end, she takes back her life. While Joan’s mysterious secret might seem anticlimactic in modern times, it would be scandalous in certain social circles of the 1950s. Cece’s obsession with discovering the secret ultimately sets them both free. DiScalfani’s tale is a portrait of female friendships & self-discovery.
Lennon More than 1 year ago
I loved this book from start to finish. I was not expecting the twist at the end but really enjoyed how they left it. If you have not read her other book, I would highly recommend it. It is a slower read, but just as good.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Steps in and flexes his muscels to the ladys