The Lake Shore Limited

The Lake Shore Limited

by Sue Miller


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Meet Billy Gertz: a fiercely independent playwright, whose newest drama imagines the story of a man waiting to hear if his estranged wife has survived a cataclysmic event. As her life touches three other unforgettable characters, Billy’s play—the emotion behind its genesis and its powerful performance—forms the thread that binds them all together. A moving love story and a tale of connection and loss, The Lake Shore Limited is Sue Miller at her dazzling best.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307276704
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/31/2011
Series: Vintage Contemporaries Series
Pages: 336
Product dimensions: 7.76(w) x 5.28(h) x 0.74(d)

About the Author

Sue Miller is the best-selling author of the novels The Senator’s Wife, Lost in the Forest, The World Below, While I Was Gone, The Distinguished Guest, For Love, Family Pictures, and The Good Mother; the story collection Inventing the Abbotts; and the memoir The Story of My Father. She lives in Boston, Massachusetts.


Boston, Massachusetts

Date of Birth:

November 29, 1943

Place of Birth:

Chicago, Illinois


B.A., Radcliffe College, 1964; M.A.T., Wesleyan U., 1965; Ed.M., Harvard U., 1975; M.A. Boston U., 1980

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Because it was still afternoon, because she was in a strange room, because she was napping rather than sleeping (“I’ll just lie down for a bit and see what happens,” she’d told Pierce)—because of all this, she was aware of herself as she dreamed, at some level conscious of working to subvert the dream she was having, to make it come out another way, different from the way it seemed to be headed.

She was trying to get to Gus, that was the idea. Somehow she knew that he was far away and by himself, that he was in trouble. It was one of those dreams of turning wrong corners, of ending up in nightmare neighborhoods or in twisting empty corridors, of searching in vain. A dream of haste, too. Yes, now she understood that she was late, terribly late. She was trying to run, but her legs were thick and heavy, hard to move.

Oh, this is classic, she thought, floating over the whole mess. This is so predictable.

Let’s not, she thought.

And it worked. For here was Gus, suddenly, conjured by her, shoved into the dream where he wasn’t yet supposed to be—she still had miles to go. He looked younger than he’d been when last she’d seen him in life. He was smiling fondly at her.

“I’m sorry to be late,” she said. This came out oddly because, she realized abruptly, she was weeping.

“Oh, you’re always late,” he said, carelessly, affectionately; and she woke up.

It simply wasn’t true, what he’d said—she was never late—and this accusation, even so lightly made, this was the part of the dream that left her most disconcerted. She lay in the wide bed, the sensa- tion of weeping still with her—in her throat, her chest—and looked around the room. The hotel room.

They were in Boston, in an expensive hotel overlooking the Public Garden. She had booked it. She had even specified the floor—high up enough to be looking across into the trees. It must have been four-thirty or later, she thought. It was dusky outside and the room was deep in shadows. She could hear voices in the hall, the women who turned down the beds, most likely. They were lingering, chatting out there. It was a language she couldn’t understand, full of guttural sounds. Portuguese maybe. A jewel-bright stripe of light glowed at the bottom of the door. One of them laughed.

She was alone in the room. Pierce had gone to the Museum of Fine Arts, to a show she had read about in the paper and suggested to him—she wanted him to have something to do in the city that he enjoyed, too. It was a show of Japanese prints called the Floating World, prints of the life of the theater and the world of courtesans from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Apparently it included some never-before-displayed erotica, described as fantastic in its inventiveness. It was on account of this that she’d recommended it to Pierce. Just his cup of tea, she’d said to him.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go?” he’d asked as he was about to leave. “You’re not drawn by the prospect of those immense members being waved about?” He swung his arm wide. “Poked here and there?”

“I get my fill of immense members at home. I don’t need to go to the MFA for that.”

He had smiled, surprised at her, and then taken a formal bow before he exited, wearing his old tweed overcoat. She had told him recently that he looked like a panhandler in it—and he did, even when he was wearing the fancy leather gloves she’d given him for his birthday, as he had been today.

He didn’t care, he’d said. “And we could always use the dough.”

He would be back soon, she supposed. She should get up and try to make herself look more presentable.

But she didn’t right away. She lay with her eyes closed, thinking of the version of Gus she had invented in the dream. Why do we alter them in the way we do? Why make him so young, so happy?

Erasing it, she supposed. The way he’d died. The awfulness of it. Its solitariness, as she thought of it, though he’d hardly been alone.

Gus was her brother, younger by fourteen years. He would have been forty-five now if he’d lived. He’d died six years earlier. For the most part she’d stopped thinking, or even dreaming, about the moment of his death, the exact way it happened, which she was grateful for. But she still dreamed of him, and she was grateful for this, too. In this afternoon’s dream he seemed to have been in his early twenties—handsome, smiling, teasing her. That was his age at the point in their lives when they’d been closest. Before then she hadn’t paid much attention to him, he was so much younger—four years old when she went off to college, eleven when she married.

But a few years after that, when Gus was still in high school and she and Pierce were first living in New Hampshire, their parents divorced and things changed. Their father moved to California and disappeared, though for a few years he still called her occasionally late at night—midevening his time—loaded, weepy, full of useless and temporarily felt love. The first few times he did this she had stayed on the phone with him as long as he wanted to talk. She had imagined finding some way back to the affection that had existed between them when she was a girl.

But nothing happened as a result of the calls, nothing changed. They began and ended the same way each time, as if he had no memory of the one before. And probably he didn’t. Probably he had some vague notion when he woke the next day that he’d talked to someone he knew. Maybe he even remembered it was Leslie. But he clearly remembered nothing specific—not the promises to visit, not the pleas for forgiveness. In the end she started turning off the phone when she and Pierce went to bed.

Their mother moved into a one-bedroom apartment after the divorce, and Gus slept on a daybed in the living room. When he went away to college, she gave the bed to the Salvation Army and bought a real couch—she was tired of not having what she called “a decent place to entertain”—and that became Gus’s bed when he was home. She was dating by then, and often didn’t come back to the apartment at night at all, so Gus would wake alone in the morning, fix his own breakfast, and start calling his old high school friends for company.

Pretty quickly he stopped going home on school vacations and began to come instead to stay with her, to stay in the house just across the river into Vermont that she and Pierce had bought a few years after he got the job at Dartmouth-Hitchcock. They gave a room over to him, and he slowly began to accumulate stuff in it—books, sports equipment, records and tapes and posters. After college, he’d gone to work in Boston, but he still came home regularly—home to Pierce and Leslie’s house.

It was over these years that Leslie came to know him, to love him as a person, not just as the cute little brother. She understood that some of this had to do with her inability to get pregnant, for those were also the years when she and Pierce were trying, and failing, to have children. She was, she supposed, depressed most of that time. At any rate, she felt she was learning how deeply life can disappoint you, how all that’s good can become bad—for she and Pierce had turned away from each other then, and why not, when the most joyous, intimate connection between them had become enforced, more or less a topic for public discussion with doctors, with nurses—a matter simply of successful or unsuccessful function.

Unsuccessful, as it turned out.

And here came Gus, so sunny, so full of his boyish eagerness for life, so assured that all would always be well for him, that luck would follow him everywhere. He had a friend from college, Peter, who was also working in Boston, and he sometimes came up with Gus on weekends, or for holidays. “The fun boys,” they called themselves. And they were fun. The smallest things delighted them. Her maternal fussiness, which Gus had once stopped by imitating a hen’s clucking back at her. The response of an orderly, careful friend when they called to ask him to join them at a bar: “You mean . . . now?” When one or both of them were visiting, Leslie would stay up late playing Yahtzee or Monopoly, watching Johnny Carson, drinking, laughing.

Lying in the gray fading light of the hotel room now, she was remembering going for a walk with Gus in a snowstorm around midnight one night over a Christmas holiday. They had been talking in the living room and seen the flakes suddenly thicken dramatically in the lighted air outside the windows. “Let’s go,” he said, and without hesitation she pulled on her boots, her parka, her mittens, and stepped outside with him. She could feel it again now, she could call it up so clearly, the sense she had then of being enclosed in a private world with her brother—the flakes a kind of particulate blur, the ground beneath them turning quickly white, the rest of the world silenced and remote. I am so happy, she had thought. And part of that was the dearness to her of Gus, and the sense of how precious she was to him. When she had come in later and gone upstairs to her bedroom—her and Pierce’s bedroom—it felt musty, closed in, the noise of Pierce’s slow breathing in sleep somehow oppressive.

All of this, she saw now—and actually knew even then—borne of loss. Made possible by their parents’ moving off separately into their lives, by Pierce’s retreat from her during these years, by her own feelings of failure and the resultant wish to live once again with a sense of possibility. Or near a sense of possibility, at any rate. Near Gus.

“Possibility.” She whispered the word aloud into the twilit air of the hotel room. And smiled, looking up at the shadowed ceiling, at the steady pass of headlights across it. “Possibility.” What a funny, crotchety-sounding word for something so humanly necessary.

But was it necessary? She turned on her side in bed. Weren’t there people, everywhere, who lived without it? Who didn’t imagine anything other than what was?

She thought not. She thought everyone needed it—some sense that things would be better, might be better, soon. Or one day. She thought of immigrants, the way they worked two or three jobs to make something different possible for their children. It seemed one always wanted better for one’s children. That was surely one version of it—possibility. Perhaps one wanted better for oneself, too. Perhaps even for one’s religious group: the world converted to Christianity. The caliphate restored, spread. One hundred virgins waiting for you.

She sat up. Her mouth tasted sour, fuzzy. She fumbled for the switch to the lamp on the bedside table. When it came on, the window snapped to black, and here it was, the lushly carpeted room—the heavy, striped curtains at the window, the solid, dark, expensive-yet-undistinguished furniture, furniture such as no one would ever have in a real home.

She got up and went into the vast marbled bathroom. She brushed her teeth. Afterward she took a long look at herself in the mirror over the double sink, and then at her image reflected, multiplied smaller and smaller, in the full-length mirror hung on the opened bathroom door behind her. She turned this way and that.

The image she was used to, the one that faced her over the sink and the countertop, seemed much as it had for years. Different in some ways, of course—her hair was almost all white now, and she was heavier, certainly—yet still recognizably herself. But in the unfamiliar angles, the reversed versions she could see reflected again and again in the doorway mirror, she recognized what she didn’t usually have to confront—that she was getting old. Her face was set and sagging. The flesh of her neck and arms looked tired, crepey. Her hips were shapeless. Worst was that she was increasingly looking like her mother—her mouth drawn down sourly into an inverted U, the flesh at her jowls pouched. This bothered her more than anything.

She thought of her mother, of taking care of her in her old age. When she’d gone to visit her, to take her for a walk or a drive or out to lunch, her mother would have dressed herself carefully, she would be wearing makeup, her eyes done heavily and with an unsteady hand that made her look, Leslie always thought, like the David Levine cartoon of the elderly Colette.

Clearly the point of all that effort was to look attractive, and, most of all, to look attractive for Leslie. She wanted to be pleasing to her daughter. She imagined that they’d reconciled, she assumed that Leslie’s thoughtful caring for her was a sign of that.

She was wrong. Leslie held every small kindness she performed for her mother against her. Every single generous act was a kind of dagger. A shiv, Leslie thought.

How mean she was, really! She didn’t have the courage to act on it, but she was. She didn’t like it in herself.

Now she went to the closet by the door to the hall and got her coat. She had to search the room’s surfaces for the plastic key card. It was on the bureau, under her purse. She would buy some flowers. A big bouquet for the room, to make it feel more theirs. Pierce would like that—she could picture his surprised face, opening in delight. And then it occurred to her that she should get something smaller, too, something she could easily take with her tonight—perhaps rosebuds, she thought. Rosebuds for Billy, for after the play.

Reading Group Guide

The questions, discussion topics, and reading list that follow are intended to enhance your reading group’s discussion of The Lake Shore Limited, bestselling author Sue Miller’s most satisfying and most ambitious novel yet.

1. Have you read any of Sue Miller’s other books? If so, does The Lake Shore Limited share any themes?

2. What do we learn from the first sentence of this novel? Now that you know the character Leslie, what does it mean to you?

3. Who did you assume was the main character when you first started reading? Did you change your mind?

4. Do you consider this to be a 9/11 novel? Why?

5. On page 8, Leslie wonders, “But was [possibility] necessary? . . . Weren’t there people, everywhere, who lived without it? Who didn’t imagine anything other than what was?” Ultimately, which of the characters are open to possibility, and which aren’t?

6. Discuss the marriages in the novel. What do they have in common? In what ways are they different? Which seems healthiest to you?

7. On page 50, Leslie realizes that “she had been asking [Pierce] whether he would come with her into what she thought of as this new life—and that he was telling her no.” How does Leslie react to this? Why?

8. In the play, Gabriel says to Anita, “It’s what we all feel. We want. Then we want more. It’s the human condition” (page 53). Is this true for Leslie, Rafe, Billy, and Sam?

9. What do you think Miller is trying to say about the creation of art and its reflection of real life?

10. The notion of playing a role is a recurrent theme in the novel. Who is most true to his or her authentic self? Who has mastered his or her role? Whose changes most drastically?

11. Why is the Henry James reference in the play (page 54) so important? What was Billy trying to say?

12. When Rafe asks Billy if the play is based on her own life, she insists it isn’t autobiographical (page 91). Is she intentionally lying, or is there something else going on here?

13. Why does sleeping with Billy affect Rafe’s performance in the play?

14. Both Rafe and Sam see themselves in Gabriel. Which man do you think is more like him? Why?

15. What does Gus represent to Billy? To Leslie? What role does grief play in the novel?

16. Over the course of the novel, various characters note that Billy looks like a child. What does this signify?

17. Why do Sam and Leslie stop at just a kiss (page 224)? What do you think would have happened if they had had an affair?

18. What is the purpose of the scene between Sam and Jerry (pages 247–254)? How does it affect Sam?

19. Why is Billy so frosty when Sam brings his son to see the play (page 265)?

20. On page 278, Leslie thinks, “But that’s what the play was about. . . . At least in part. The wish to imagine what life could be, how it could change, if you were unencumbered.” What do you think the play was about? Which of the four main characters most wishes for an unencumbered life?

21. Reread the alternate endings Billy considered for the play (page 300). Why do you think she chose to end the play the way she did?

22. On page 319, Miller writes, “Now as Sam sits in his living room, holding the Christmas letter from Emma, thinking of Melanie Gruber, he realizes that he’s called her up in part because he feels the same way about Billy, about the accident of Billy’s arrival in his life—exactly that surprised.” Why does he feel this way? How does it change him?

23. Discuss the ending. Was it satisfying? What do you imagine happens next?

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Q+A with Sue Miller, author of THE LAKE SHORE LIMITED

Q: The Lake Shore Limited takes its title from the famous train, but it is also the title of a play embedded within this novel-a play about a terrorist bombing of that train as it pulls into Union Station in Chicago, and a man waiting to hear whether his estranged wife is among the survivors. Billy Gertz, the woman who's written the play, has waited in just such a way on 9/11 to hear whether her lover, Gus, was on one of the planes used in that attack. Was there one event in particular that sparked the idea for The Lake Shore Limited?
A: Yes. The spark came from a friend who had a relationship that would have ended sooner than it did had not her lover's brother died on 9/11. While this situation is not like the one I created for Billy, my fictional playwright, the situation started me thinking about the far reach of such an event; and the variety of responses that play out around it, even at some distance. And the way in which the responses may be based in feelings that might be not the expected one-ie, the way in which sometimes we're called on to enact something we don't feel, and the discomfort and sense of alienation from ourselves that comes from that.

Q: Much of the book centers around the characters' reactions to Billy's play, "The Lake Shore Limited". How and why did you structure the book as, in essence, a play within a play?
A: As I began to include some of the lines from the play and create scenes in rehearsal, it began to seem more important to me. It began to seem central to the book, actually. I began to see the book as at least in part a kind of speculation on how the experience of art can be transforming in life-for those who create it, as Billy and also Rafe, the actor, do; and for those who take it in and ponder it and ask about its connections to their own lives. And then, I suppose, I just got interested in the play, too-in writing it, at least the part you read in the book.

Q: Billy Gertz is a playwright. You, Sue Miller, are a fiction writer. There is seemingly much overlap between these two professions. At one point, Billy is having an argument with her lover, Gus. Gus is upset that Billy used a private moment between the two of them in one of her plays. Billy says, "I use me, Gus . . . . I use me up. I need all of me, and if you're with me, that means I use you, too. I use everything. How could I not? And what I don't use, I don't use because it doesn't work. Not because it's sacred . . . . Nothing is sacred. That's just the way it is." Is this a conversation taken from your own life?
A: I had originally thought of making Billy a director, a director who would be working on a play like The Lake Shore Limited. But then I began to think that I wanted the connection between what she was working on and her own experience with Gus to be more than coincidence, or accident, so I made her the playwright. And while I've never had exactly the conversation Billy has with Gus, I've often thought about what the limits are for writers in terms of what they use of their own lives, and others'. There are obviously great differences in the way writers work with the material they come by through living in families, having lovers and spouses, children, friends-even pets. I think I probably fall about in the middle in terms of making use of such material-not as close to the bone as some, not as distanced as others seem, anyway. In the end, though, we all call up what we know. Perhaps the greater difference then is in the degree of transformation of the material. And perhaps part of the reason I've never had the discussion Billy has with Gus with anyone in my own life is that I've transformed what I've used. The transformation is the point.

Q: Have you always been a fan of the theatre? Could you see yourself writing a play one day?
A: I've always been interested in seeing and reading plays, though occasionally I've felt the way the character Pierce, in the book, does-that they're too damned THEATRICAL. But the form interests me, as dialogue in my books has always interested me, and I could-can-imagine writing a play.

Q: The viewpoint in The Lake Shore Limited flips amongst four characters, two male (Rafe and Sam) and two female (Leslie and Billy) all of whom are at various ages and stages of their life. Why did you choose to cast the book in this way?
A: I wanted the book to look at the way this play strikes a variety of people. I had Billy nearly from the start of thinking about the book, and Leslie came next, because I knew I wanted two versions, two understandings, of what the real story was about Billy and Gus, with the play mediating between them. But I wanted to broaden the impact of the play too-to have it speak not just to the people directly involved, but to others, with other stories. Rafe and his life came next, more or less in a rush of notemaking and writing. Sam's was last, and most complicated to develop-though I knew from the start about his connection with Leslie.

Q: You so eloquently write about the interior lives of people who are trying to understand their feelings, their relationships, themselves. How do you create such three dimensional characters, each with their own vivid and complicated pasts?
A: Now THIS is the kind of question I like, wrapped neatly in a compliment. And I think I've started an answer with my response to the last question. But let me also say that this is one of the most pleasurable aspects of writing for me-the construction of lives and histories. The process of imagining them so deeply as to feel I actually know these other people, these other stories. A way of escaping myself, I suppose.

Q: How do you research the specifics of what you write about? For instance, how did you know the specifics of producing a play?
A:With each book I do, there is usually at least a little research. Sometimes I can get there by reading, and I did do a lot of reading about 9/11 for this book, actually, and the experiences of people who lost family on that day as well as the history of how it happened, the timeline of the planes, the story of the telephone calls-even the book The Commission. A lot of that didn't make it into the book, but that wasn't the point. The point was to feel that I could begin to understand it.

As for the play, I sat in on the production of a play at the Aurora Theater in Berkeley in the spring of 2008, watching and making notes from the early stage of talk around a table about what the actors thought was intended, to the choreographing of a fight scene, to the final production. It was fascinating and not just helpful-necessary.

Q: You teach English at Smith College. What is the best advice you give to aspiring writers?
A: Read. Q: Tell us a little about your writing process-how you write, when etc?
A: I make a lot of notes before I write. I want to know what I'm doing. Where I'm going. I want to feel that I'm working on a whole thing, the idea for which I have clear in my mind-the way perhaps an architect would know what he wanted to do without knowing every detail of it from the start; or a composer might know what he wanted a piece of music to do, the way he wanted it to move, without knowing all the themes in it.

I write in longhand for the first draft, typing it in when I feel ready to work on revision. Sometime that's a small piece-a chapter-sometimes a longer chunk of the book. I type it in, pull it out and write all over it again in longhand, type it in again, pull it out, etc. etc.

I try to write in the morning, before I get enmeshed in the demands of daily life-though those are all easier now that I don't have responsibility for a child. Towards the end of a book, I write longer days.

Q: What's next for you?
A: I've signed a contract with Knopf for a new novel I've described to them, so I'll be working on that for a few years. I'd like to try, anyway, to write Billy's play-"The Lake Shore Limited". And I have a two-year-old granddaughter I'd like to spend as much time with as I can.

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harstan More than 1 year ago
Author Wilhelmina "Billy" Gertz writes a play about an anxious family learning of the terrorist bombing of The Lake Shore Limited as the train enters Union Station in Chicago as their mother-wife is on board. Billy knows she is the model for the estranged husband in her play as she waited for news whether her lover Gus died on one of the 9/11 plane crashes. Gus's sister Leslie believes her late younger brother found the love of his life in Billy. Still Leslie tries to set up Billy with her friend Sam as she assumes the playwright is grieving her loss and the Lake Shore Limited was her catharsis. Meanwhile Rafe who has the role of the aloof husband in the play feels remorse and survivir guilt as his wife is dying, The play within the novel is not a new idea, but brilliantly used by Sue Miller to bring together a post 9/11 quarter either grieving or suffering from guilt as each has personal issues. The story line rotates perspective so that the audience obtains a deep look at grief and healing as only love can bring to the soul. The Lake Shore Limited is a terrific character driven tale as readers will relish Sue Miller's profound look at surviving tragedy by putting a face to those 3000 plus who died on 9/11. Harriet Klausner
Lollypop99 More than 1 year ago
The novel is about Billy Gertz, a playwriter who is very honest and forthright. The play she wrote is about a terrorist bombing on a train and about a man waiting to hear the fate of his estranged wife who is traveling on it. This sounds very interesting, but I cannot lie, I had difficulty getting through the book. Everytime I picked it back up to read, I had to re-read the last chapter just to get back into the story. This is probably a great book, but my high school education does not give me the benefit of appreciating this book and I do so apologize. It's a lot like the movie AVATAR, everyone else loved it, and I sat in my sit squirmy and shaking because I couldn't wait for it to be over. Read this book and I got a feeling you'll love it, it just wasn't for me.
lorabele More than 1 year ago
If you like a book that moves at the speed of a snail, this is the book for you. It was redundant, long-winded, and all together pointless. It started out with great promise. I loved the play. Then it just pretty much stopped dead in its tracks. The same events are retold by other characters to, I suppose, get their point of view. Problem is that their point of view really didn't vary from the first telling. There are many readers who enjoy page after page of nothing really happening. I'm not one of them. I don't read a book for someone to take three pages to walk in the room. I like books where they walk in the room and something happens in the same sentence. Reading this was torture for someone like me.
mraugustwestie More than 1 year ago
The Lake Shore Limited is a train bound for Chicago that becomes the victim of a fictional terrorist bombing as it pulls into Union Station. This incident becomes a pivotal point for a play with the same title describing a husband's conflicted response when he learns his estranged wife was on board this train. Captivatingly, Miller uses a brilliant, but technically difficult technique, of interfacing the play with her characters and the readers as her audience. She unfolds the entire play, which provides us with the insight we need for the varying perceptions of her four main characters. The center character is the playwright, Billy Gertz, who lost her much younger boyfriend, Gus in one of the tragic 9 /11 flights. Gus was flying to Los Angeles for his father's funeral to meet up with his devoted sister, Leslie. Leslie and her husband, Pierce, a pediatric oncologist, have invited Sam, a widower to meet them to see the play. The main character in the play is "Gabriel" played by Rafe, a 45 year old actor who has never really made it. This role serves him well and Billy uses him to embellish her play to its dramatic climax. The four characters: Leslie, Billy, Rafe and Sam are the narrators who stop to reflect as they take walks, eat meals, have sex. Their experiences revolve around loss or forthcoming bereavement. Sam, a rather successful architect, lost his wife and even though, he appeared to be the super Mr. Mom when his wife was dying, feels like a failure. Leslie, who almost had a fling with Sam, is caught up in her desires and reliance on the safe thing to do. Rafe, whose wife is dying from Lou Gehrig's disease provides the most spot-on portrayal of someone whose guilt saturates him. Rafe's trip to his mother-in-law's home to tell of her daughter's disease and impending death is one of the most poignant scenes. The main action revolves around Billy, for whom I had the least sympathy. Her anguish over Gus' death was not pure grief and Miller created her subsequent actions as self-serving. All of this takes me to the theme of the book which, I believe, is how life would be if we are not encumbered. We don't have to play nice with each other, but we will continue to suffer inner turmoil. There are many unsettling truths as we desperately discover why we feel the way we do and the choices we have made.
katz27 More than 1 year ago
I read this book in two days. I could not put it down. I was a little confused at first by the characters and "who's who", but once I figured them out I found them all to be enthralling and an excellent read. Miller does character portrayls so well, makes us feel like we know the person. Not as good as While I Was Gone or A Good Mother, but definitely worth the ready.
MoreThanJustMom More than 1 year ago
This book might have been better if the author had fleshed out the characters more deeply, especially the main character, Billy. I think the premise, speculating how someone who lost a lover on 9/11, whom the survivor was no longer in love with was an intriguing plotline. However, Sue Miller did not do the subject justice in my opinion. Also the gratuitous political items (discussions between characters on upcoming elections) added nothing to the story and only served to make this reader unlikely to read another book by this author because of the obvious bent against Republicans.
EBG74 More than 1 year ago
If you are looking for a read with well developed characters struggling to deal with loss and loss of feeling, this is the read for you. Sadly short on hope, but a good tale of recovery with a glimmer of life moving forward.
CatheOlson on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Lake Shore Limited centers around four main characters: Billy -- a playwright whose show, The Lake Shore Limited, has just opened; Leslie -- almost Billy's sister-in-law (at least in her mind) as Billy was with her brother Gus until he was killed in 9-11; Rafe -- the star of the play The Lake Shore Limited and also caring for his invalid wife; and Sam -- Leslie's friend who she is trying to fix up with Billy. The book starts with opening night of The Lake Shore Limited. At first I was irritated that Miller went into such detail about the play--we didn't just get the plot but the actual lines and descriptions of the actors like we were watching the play along with characters in the book . . . but then I was sucked into the play itself and what happens in the play becomes an integral part of the book itself. Very different and very effective. I enjoyed this book very much.
nivramkoorb on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book as I have other Sue Miller books. It bogged down a bit in the middle and I really didn't think that Rafe, the actor's section, added a lot to the story. Also, Miller used the final narrative for each character to0 neatly and too cleanly tie up the action. It was all a bit too hopeful. However, I did like small elements of the book. I found it creative to have a character who was going to end a relationship and then have something like 9/11put her into a role she didn't want. I did find Billy a bit hard to take and her dealing with Sam after he was with her at the ER was so rude and hard to accept. She was very self centered. I really felt Sam's anguish over his situation with his oldest child and how toughit was for him to raise his kids after his wife died. All in all, it was a good character study and it kept my interest. Not a 4 star but a good effort from an excellent author.
dawnlovesbooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
just the kind of book i like. a string of complex tortured souls that can't quite find happiness.
porch_reader on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This story is told from the perspective of several people who are all linked by a play, The Lake Shore Limited. Billy, the playwright, lost her boyfriend Gus in the 9/11 attacks. Gus's sister Leslie attends the opening night of the play and brings a friend Sam who she hopes to introduce to Billy. As the events unfold, Miller uses the varied perspectives to explore the complexities of relationships. This book surprised me a little. After the first few chapters, I liked the story, but wasn't wowed by it. But bit by bit, as the characters' voices blend together, Miller writes insightfully about relationships. In the end, Miller draws contrasts between the stories shared here that show the nuances in the ways that relationships develop and the ways that they end. I enjoyed this one quite a bit.
Cariola on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In addition to being a very fine novel, The Lake Shore Limited is a study of grief, loss, love, and the persistence of hope. Four lengthy sections sketch out each of the four main characters. Leslie, a fifty-ish real estate agent, is still reeling from the loss of her much younger brother, Gus, who was on one the highjacked planes at the heart of the 9/11 tragedy. She worries about Billy, Gus's fiancée, a playwright who seems to have withdrawn into her own grief. The truth is that Billy is weighed down by her conflicted feelings: she had decided to break off with Gus right before the tragedy, and her latest play, 'The Lake Shore Limited,' focuses on Gabriel, a character in a similar conflict. Neither one can reconcile their thoughts with their feelings or with feelings 'appropriate' to their circumstances. Similarly, Rafe, the actor who plays Gabriel, is dealing with the fact that his wife is slowly dying from ALS. And then there is Sam, whose first wife died of cancer and whose second divorced him. These four come together when Leslie and her husband invite Sam to attend a preview of the play and have a drink with the playwright, Billy, afterwards.As the characters' stories develop and intersect, Miller reminds us that life is never easy and that feelings are rarely black or white. Nor are they usually isolated. There are times when it is possible to hate what you love and and to love what you hate; to be both hopeful and fearful at the same time; to feel simultaneously empty and satisfied. That's the nature of being human, and Miller explores it in depth. As the novel draws near it's close, Miller returns to her section-per-character structure, only this time the sections are very brief, showing us the characters beginning to move past their moments of personal crisis. In the end, I was left thinking of Samuel Beckett's line, "I can't go on, I'll go on."Like the characters, The Lake Shore Limited was often funny, more often a little sad, but always human. It kept me wanting to read further (and took me away from other things I needed to be doing), which is always the sign of a well-structured plot and interesting, believable characters. Miller is obviously adept at delving into the human psyche. A satisfying (it's hard to say "enjoyable" about a book where the characters are often in pain) read, highly recommended. I will be looking for more of Miller's fiction.
nyiper on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The audio, read by Sue Miller, gave just the right emphasis along the way in this interesting treatment of emotions. I thoroughly enjoy her writing so it was a special pleasure to hear her read her own work and know how she meant what she wrote to be interpreted by how she read.
bearette24 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
At first, I avoided this book because I thought it was about 9/11. But it was really just a whisper of 9/11, and handled in a rather original way. I'd recommend this novel to anyone who liked Sue Miller's other books, or is looking for a quiet, thoughtful, contemplative story with interesting characters. It's the story of Billy, a playwright; Leslie, her ex-lover's sister; Sam, who used to be in love with Leslie and is now drawn to Billy; and Rafe, the principal actor in Billy's newest play.
bobbieharv on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I was quite surprised to read this book has gotten negative reviews - to me it was nearly a perfect novel: beautifully written, and especially the structure. The four main characters, Leslie, Billy, Rafe, and Sam, are explored through a play written by Billy. Gus, brother of Leslie and lover of Billy, was killed on 9/11; Billy, who was about to break up with him, writes a play about a woman who may have been killed in a train explosion, whose husband, played by Rafe, has a lover and isn't sure if he wants his wife to have been killed or to return. We first learn about the play, and her feelings about Gus and Billy, through Leslie's eyes, as she goes to it with Sam, whom she's fixing up with Billy.Then we see the play in a new way, through its writer's eyes, and learn the truth about her relationship with Gus - which she's exploring in the play.And then Rafe, who plays the lead, gives new perspective on the play, on Billy, and on his own tragedy - his wife's illness.(Sam was a bit extraneous for me, and more tangential to the central tragedy.)It's amazing to me how Miller can so convincingly portray such different characters - their interior lives, how they talk, what they do.
lahochstetler on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Devastation is the expected resonse to the death of a loved one. This is a book about all of the other complicated emotions that can interfere with pure frief, and the impossibility of expressing those emotions. The book focuses on the web of people who surround a young man who died in the 9/11 attacks. His girlfriend writes a play about the experience, revealing that she might not be as grief-stricken as she ought to be. The play's viewers and actors form the core of the group of characters. The play focuses on an aging academic, caught in the drama of not knowing what has happened when a terrorist attack is reported on his wife's train. The play is, of course, meant to be a metaphor for the playwright, Billie's, own relationship. It's very difficult to write a play within a novel, and I can't say that this novel is better for it. So much of the book focuses on the play, and the play is just not all that interesting or nuanced. The play is such an important part of the story, but it's essentially flat. I didn't think that this was one of Miller's better books. I much preferred While I Was Gone.
DMO on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I like Sue Miller a lot, but I found this book incredibly boring. It was really a struggle to get through it. I couldn't relate to these characters, and there was something irritating about having a play described to me (I wanted to see it, not read a description of it!). Miller is a gifted enough writer that I did finish the book, but it wasn't easy.
ccayne on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Miller is an elegant, subtle writer. Here a play ostensibly written about a uniting event among the characters, the death of her boyfriend Gus, causes each character to examine themselves and their relationships. Miller shows the read through alternating narratives that people often rely on false assumptions about one another. The reader gains insight that the characters may not. I like her understated, meditative look into the innermost working of these people's lives.
GCPLreader on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
There's a lot to reflect on in this very mature novel. I wonder if the author/publisher considered inserting the entire playscript for "The Lake Shore Limited"? I think that would have been cool.
EllenH on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was acomplicated, rich story of a playrights play about her emotions surrounding her lovers death ion 9/11. The other main characters are related through the play & her lovers family. I found myself disturbed by the story, but was drawn back to it. A very good read.
kteeley on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I agree that this was better than "The Senator's Wife", which I did not like at all, however it is not one of Miller's best. The character development was interesting, but I think you really had to be 50 something to relate to it.
berylweidenbach on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I like Sue Miller very much! The characters in her stories are well fleshed out and completely believable as people. The theme of this story, painful loss and how people choose to deal with it is searing. The way we see a situation, our own situation, how we privately think about it both as it is happening and in retrospect, how all these elements balance often on chance, we see through the eyes of the four main characters. This is a story about people, flawed and very human. If you need more action in a story then you should look elsewhere. Sue Miller has a talent for making the characters that inhabit her stories as real as anyone you might know, yet she allows you the privilege of hearing their most intimate thoughts which adds unmeasurable depth to her stories, to this story! You have only to listen and observe and learn from their experience. This is a solemn look into the reactions of four people who's lives overlap during the production of a play "The Lake Shore Limited". If you are patient, reflective, there is much insight to be taken from this lovely story!
Coyote99 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
What an awful waste of time. I enjoyed "The Senator's Wife" so much; I guess my hopes were too high for this one. It was meandering, self-absorbed and boring. I found myself skimming the last few sections. I did not like one single character. None!! Well, maybe the dog, Rueben. He was the only character who wasn't dithering about his loves, sexual hits (and misses) and mournful what-ifs.
pdebolt on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Sue Miller writes convincingly about the challenges inherent in everyone's life in this novel that centers around a play, The Lake Shore Limited. Each of the four main characters has experienced the very good and the very painful in life. Sue Miller has a wonderful way of describing each character very fully and then describing the same event through their individual perceptions. At the end of this novel, the reader has an excellent insight into the choices each of the characters makes.
kiwifortyniner on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Reviews so far of this book have on the whole not been favourable but I would like to express a different view. If you a looking for a book where a lot happens, a fast paced story this is not for you. This is more a character study of a group of people and I enjoyed it very much.Four individuals tell this story. They are brought together by a two act play called The Lakeshore Limited. In this play the main character Rafe learns there has been a terrorist bomb on a train that his wife was a passenger on and he does not know whether she has survived. To make matters worse he was thinking of leaving her for another woman prior to the bombing. The other three characters are all dealing with a sense of loss, grief and guilt due to something that has happened in the past or is happening now in their lives, whether it be the terminal illness of their marriage partner, a grieving sister who can't let go after the death of her brother, or a lonley man who has raised three children on his own after the death from cancer of his wife. The play hits home to all of the characters in a different way. The playwrite herself lost her partner in the 9/11 bombing but she too was thinking of leaving him before he died. For her writing the play was a way of trying to work through her own feelings.The novel reveals the past, and present lives of these characters trying to come to terms with what has happened to them, and asks readers to question what is the proper way to act in these situations. Many emotions rise to the surface guilt, loss, fear,and anger for a start. The characters face a struggle beween acting in the way that the world expects of them and being true to themselves and their own feelings. It explores the questions most of us are afraid to ask, and the feelings we are afraid to admit to, how sometimes we just want a different life when things get too hard, we just want to escape. So, A good read for me, with believabale characters, facing real issues.Not a happy book i guess but a lot of food for thought.