The Tumbling Turner Sisters

The Tumbling Turner Sisters

by Juliette Fay


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The Tumbling Turner Sisters by Juliette Fay

For fans of Orphan Train and Water for Elephants, a compelling historical novel from “one of the best authors of women’s fiction” (Library Journal). Set against the turbulent backdrop of American Vaudeville, four sisters embark on an unexpected adventure—and a last-ditch effort to save their family.

It’s 1919, and the Turners are barely scraping by. When their father loses his job, their irrepressible mother decides that vaudeville is their best chance to make the rent—and create a more exciting life for herself in the process.

Traveling by train from town to town, teenagers Gert, Winnie, and Kit, and recent widow Nell soon find a new kind of freedom in the company of performers who are as diverse as their acts. There is a seamier side to the business, however, and the young women face dangers and turns of fate they never could have anticipated. Heartwarming and surprising, The Tumbling Turner Sisters is ultimately a story of awakening—to unexpected possibilities, to love and heartbreak, and to the dawn of a new American era.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781501145346
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publication date: 01/03/2017
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 153,084
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Juliette Fay is the bestselling author of City of Flickering Light, The Tumbling Turner Sisters, The Shortest Way Home, Deep Down True, and Shelter Me. She received a bachelor’s degree from Boston College and a master’s degree from Harvard University. Juliette lives in Massachusetts with her husband and four children. Her website is

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The Tumbling Turner Sisters



Everything I know I learned in vaudeville.

—James Cagney, singer, dancer, and actor

Nothing good comes from a knock in the middle of the night.

The windows rattled in their casings as someone banged on the front door. I roused myself from sleep, thinking that between the banging and the cold, the glass would surely break. As it turned out, mere broken glass would’ve been a blessing.

I heard Mother’s thumping footsteps in her bedroom below, through the kitchen, and across the living room, and I scurried downstairs to meet her, followed by my older sisters, Gert and Nell. Mother was at the front window, her back hunched against the cold, the few threads of silver in her hair made eerily iridescent by the streetlamp. She peered through the curtains she’d made from cut-rate lace. They did nothing to keep in the heat, but she said they gussied up the place, and the occasional hole in the pattern made it easier to peek through if you didn’t want someone to know you were watching.

She stood motionless, like a rabbit after the snap of a twig, trying to determine whether the door should be opened or, as was sometimes the case in our neighborhood, a chair wedged under the knob. “Nobody there,” she whispered to us without turning.

“Where’s Dad?” Nell asked, wrapping her thin arms around her.

“He went out. Got his temper all twisted up about Prohibition.”

“His temper?” Gert’s tone conveyed the skepticism we all felt.

Dad was the most placid man we knew. Yet his voice did take on a slightly brittle edge at the mention of the rapidly approaching Prohibition Act. He didn’t tend toward drunkenness himself, nor to public consumption in rowdy beer halls, preferring to sit home with his Blatz beer and sip quietly in the midst of his own rowdy family. He could not understand why Congress had taken this away from all the well-meaning souls whose lives were speckled with hardships of every variety, and who just wanted to enjoy the gentle lulling effect of a libation or two in the evening.

Prohibition was passed on January 16, 1919, and the next day the Binghamton Press in Upstate New York, where we lived, had extra-large-type headlines:


Though it would not go into effect for another year, once he saw that headline, Dad had been even quieter than usual.

That tar-black night, Mother opened the front door with the three of us, now joined by our youngest sister, Kit, crowding behind her. What we saw, we’d never seen before.

Dad leaned against the doorjamb, blinking slowly, a wobbly half smile on his lips. Blood seeped from crooked gashes on his right hand, bone visible at two of his knuckles. His fingers were bent at unnatural angles as if they’d been smashed under the heel of a boot.

He stumbled through the open door, and Mother lurched forward to catch him. With uncharacteristic care, she half guided, half carried him to a kitchen chair. Kit brought a pot of warm soapy water and a rag, and I dabbed at the jagged, pulpy wounds to get the grit out.

Then Mother’s temper set in, and her hands balled into fists at her hips. “What in the name of holy hell happened to you! Can’t you go out and tie one on like any other man without disaster striking?”

Dad seemed as surprised as we all were at the state of his hand. “There was a fight . . .”

“Frank Turner, when have you ever, in all your born days, gotten into a fight?”

“Wasn’t me. Coupla guys at the tavern,” he slurred, shaking his head mournfully. “Tried to stop it . . .”

Mother’s face twisted in disgust. “Of all the stupid—”

Gert cut her off, ice-blue eyes flashing with annoyance. “It doesn’t matter how it happened, Mother,” she muttered. “It only matters that it can be fixed.”

Mother hustled Dad and me through the dark streets toward Our Lady of Lourdes Hospital, our breath pluming like frozen feathers into the air, and I practically had to skip to keep up. I had an after-school job as a nurse’s aide in the Lourdes maternity ward; Mother brought me along in case my experience or connections, lowly as they were, might come in handy.

They did not. I recognized a nurse in the Emergency Department, but she didn’t have a reciprocal response. Without my uniform, she likely mistook me for a child, as my small stature often prompted people to do.

As for experience, I could have discussed any number of baby delivery procedures (having shut my mouth and listened carefully in the nurses’ break room as often as I could justify my presence there), but thankfully broken bones and torn tendons were not issues we generally faced on the maternity ward.

The Emergency Department halls were quiet, save for the murmurs of worried family members or nurses checking vitals, white curtains billowing with their comings and goings. The place smelled strongly of carbolic, and I knew some poor nurse’s aide like myself had recently cleaned up a mess of some kind. I looked down at my hands, dry and cracked around the knuckles. At seventeen years old, I had already scrubbed away a lifetime’s worth of bodily events.

We were ushered behind one of those curtains, and the doctor, an elderly fellow with a tentacular bush of gray hair, applied shots of Novocain to numb Dad’s hand. He then began the lengthy task of stitching up all that damage. The old doctor’s fingers trembled as he stabbed the needle under the skin and tugged it out on the other side, the stitches growing increasingly more uneven. Though I was a poor seamstress, I had the absurd notion to offer to help. Dad lay on the gurney with his eyes closed. Mother always went gray as old bedclothes at the sight of a pinprick, so she’d stayed in the waiting room. I was the sole witness to the doctor’s skill slowly wilting like a dying flower.

After he’d bandaged up Dad’s hand, the old doctor said, “Now say your prayers that the nerve damage isn’t too bad, and there’s a reasonable chance he might recover full use.”

This was the one moment when I did prove useful. I asked, “What are the chances that he won’t recover full use?”

The doctor blinked at me once or twice as if just now noticing my presence. “Well, I suppose there’s a reasonable chance of that, too.”

The sun was just beginning to lick up through the treetops in the Floral Park Cemetery as we walked home. Mother was quiet, but her fury pulsed like aftershocks from an earthquake. Father, now sober enough to suffer both the physical pain and the mental anguish caused by what he’d done, was also mute. For myself, I vacillated between the childish belief that things couldn’t possibly be as bad as they seemed, and the adult knowledge that they could hardly be any worse.

Mother suddenly turned on Dad. “You’re a boot stitcher, for godsake!” she hissed.

My father worked at the Endicott-Johnson shoe factory. He spent each day with a large metal needle in one hand, wrenching it through stiff soles and thick leather uppers grasped in the other. I’ll make it plain: there is no such thing as a one-handed boot stitcher. In fact, in a shoe factory, there is no manual labor that can be done by a man with a crushed dominant hand.

When we opened the front door, my sisters were crowded into the kitchen. Nell poured coffee from the percolator. Kit sat at the gate-leg table eating a soft-boiled egg; Gert ironed her shirtwaist. To their credit, no one gasped when they saw Dad’s hand wrapped up like a mummy.

Then Dad spoke. “I . . . I’m sorry . . . ,” he stammered, eyes damp with remorse. My throat clenched in sympathy. Nell bit at the inside of her lip, Gert’s nostrils flared, and Kit inhaled a childish little sniffle.

Mother let her hand rest on Dad’s shoulder, perhaps in acceptance of his apology, or perhaps it was simply to steady herself. After a moment, she gave him a little push toward their room behind the kitchen. “Go on and get some rest,” she said, her voice hoarse with exhaustion.

She dropped onto one of the mismatched chairs and Nell put a mug of hot coffee in front of her. Mother took a sip, and we waited—for the solution to this seemingly insurmountable problem, or for her to howl like a wounded animal and throw her mug against the wall.

I don’t believe I would have been truly surprised by almost anything she could have said or done in that moment. She could have told us she was selling our father into indentured servitude to pay the bills, and I wouldn’t have been truly shocked.

She stared menacingly at the frost lacing the kitchen window, and we could almost see the schemes she silently conjured as they took shape and then were cast aside. Mother is a force, sometimes for our betterment, sometimes for retribution, and sometimes simply for her own entertainment. We waited, barely breathing, for her word.

Her expression shifted almost imperceptibly, from desperation to determination. What she said was this:

“Be ready to work on the act when you get home from school. And I mean work.”

That was unexpected.

Reading Group Guide

This reading group guide for The Tumbling Turner Sisters 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.


It’s 1919, and in the world of entertainment, vaudeville is king. Nell, Gert, Winnie, and Kit Turner love going to vaudeville shows but have no interest in becoming performers themselves until their household is rocked by tragedy and they are faced with eviction. Along with their starstruck mother and Nell’s infant son, they hit the road as the Tumbling Turner Sisters, an acrobatic act that eventually lands them on the thriving vaudeville circuit. As they perform with a host of legendary acts (and some unsavory rivals), brash Gert and bookish Winnie encounter everything from hardworking dreamers to fast-talking swindlers. When their paths cross with Tip, a handsome African-American dancer who quickly steals Gert’s heart, they must decide what they’re willing to risk in a world that is far more complicated than they could have foretold. As the crowds applaud and the footlights blaze, the Turner sisters must balance the societal constraints of the day with the independent women they are learning to become.

Topics & Questions for Discussion

1. Early in the novel, Gert muses about what she’s willing to do to have “a bigger, better life.” Going on tour certainly gives her a broader view of the world, but by the end of the novel, would you say her life is better? How does Gert’s definition of a better life change?

2. In many ways, gender roles in the Turner family are reversed: the women become the providers and work outside of the home, while Mr. Turner leads a more domestic life after his injury. Were you surprised by the amount of freedom women in the 1910s were depicted as having in the novel? Why or why not?

3. On p. 72, the Turners get a kick out of Kit’s newfound mastery of vaudeville slang. What familiar phrases were you most surprised to find had vaudeville roots?

4. Winnie, Gert, and Tip share a sense of being trapped by others’ expectations, exemplified in the competing concepts of “blacking up” and “living large.” In what ways do they fight society’s prejudices, and in what ways must they find compromises?

5. At the beginning of Chapter 18, Gert says: “You think your heart belongs to you, and you can order it around, but you can’t. You belong to it.” Do you agree with this statement? Why or why not?

6. Mrs. Turner is even more excited to join the world of vaudeville than her girls are. Why is vaudeville so appealing to her? What does it offer that her life at home does not? Could you relate to her? Why or why not?

7. Fay opens each chapter with a quote from a famous real-life contemporary of the fictional Turner sisters, including singers, dancers, acrobats, and comedians. Which quotation resonated most with you?

8. “How much bending of oneself was necessary to nurture one’s love for someone with differing views?” (p. 253). Though Winnie wonders about this in terms of her romance with Joe, apply this same question to Nell, Gert, and Kit. In what ways does each of the sisters risk conflict with others by being themselves?

9. What elements of this story felt most modern to you? What elements felt the most old-fashioned?

10. “Success in show business depends on your ability to make and keep friends.” Chapter 20 opens with this quote by singer Sophie Tucker. Think of some ways in which the Turners’ adventures in vaudeville prove this statement. In what ways do their friendships either bring them success or put their careers in jeopardy?

11. Think of ways in which each girl takes on leadership qualities over the course of the novel. How do these differ from one another? Who would you consider the “leader” of the Turner sisters?

12. Though Nell’s husband, Harry, never appears in the novel, his influence lives on in the Turners’ lives. How are Nell, Winnie, and Gert each affected by his loss? How does his memory and legacy affect their choices throughout the book?

13. Which of the vaudeville acts described in The Tumbling Turner Sisters would you most like to see live?

Enhance Your Book Club

1. Vaudeville blossomed from coast to coast from the 1880s to the 1920s, and as Juliette Fay states in the introduction (and the Turners learn as they go on the road), even tiny towns would turn out in force to see the latest, greatest live acts. Do some research and see if your own town or a nearby one had a vaudeville theatre. If it still stands, take a field trip to see it. Can you imagine the Turners playing there?

2. Have each of your members pick a real figure who is mentioned in the novel, such as Margaret Sanger, Rita Hayworth, or Cary Grant. Do a short presentation on your chosen person for the rest of the book club, complete with images, recordings, or video if they exist.

3. On their romantic date at the legendary Maramor restaurant in Columbus, Ohio, Winnie and Joe try a “new drink” called a Singapore Sling, a sweet and fruity classic cocktail. While there are many variations, here’s a basic recipe. Make a batch for your book club!

Add ¾ oz. gin, ¼ oz. Grand Marnier, ¼ oz. cherry liqueur, 1 oz. pineapple juice, and ½ oz. lime juice to an ice-filled shaker. Shake, and strain into a highball glass, then top off the mixture with club soda. Garnish with pineapple, orange, and a maraschino cherry.

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The Tumbling Turner Sisters: A Novel 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is truly one of the best books I've ever read!!
DDJTJ More than 1 year ago
The Turners have a major problem: The year; 1919 & Mr.Turner cant work! The Turners dont have the money to pay the rent or for food! Mrs Turner has an idea, vaudeville! The Turner girls are young, pretty and have very short skirts! THE TUMBLING TURNERS SISTERS BY JULIETTE FAY is a historical fiction novel of the life of vaudeville stars. The author has created for us a fictional family that I could have sworn by the excellent research and writing were real people. Told by two of the Turner girls, Gert and Winnie, the Turners travel the vaudeville circuit performing tumbling gymnastic routine. We meet Nell, whose is a new widow of a WWI soldier with a new child, Mrs.Turner, who dreams up & keeps the girls going from place to place ,and the rest of the family. We get to meet the people who made up the vaudeville entertainers : the French singer,the black tap dancer & many many more performers. We get a behind the stage look at what was Vaudeville! Like I said before, THE TUMBLING TURNER SISTERS was so excellently researched & the characters are so vivid, I kept having to remind myself this was fiction! I received this book free from goodreads in exchange for an honest review
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Tells the story of a bygone era with a cast of characters you can't help but love.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a novel!! Enjoyed every word. Unique, character driven, and packed with historical times. Th novel included vaudeville acts, performers, loves and lovers, tragedy, discrimination, death, heart break, poverty, wonderful sisters, a bossy mom, singers, acrobats, dancers, and quotes from famous vaudeville stars. The story is driven by two of the sister, Winnie and Gert. Each chapter lets you know, in the heading, which one is telling the story. This was a great book and it deserves an A+++++
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a novel!! Enjoyed every word. Unique, character driven, and packed with historical times. Th novel included vaudeville acts, performers, loves and lovers, tragedy, discrimination, death, heart break, poverty, wonderful sisters, a bossy mom, singers, acrobats, dancers, and quotes from famous vaudeville stars. The story is driven by two of the sister, Winnie and Gert. Each chapter lets you know, in the heading, which one is telling the story. This was a great book and it deserves an A+++++
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This is a page turner with fascinating history, previously untold, of the world of Vaudeville - where so many well known entertainers started out. All of this with the intertwining and rich story of the Turner family, in a courageous and ultimately successful attempt to prevail in a difficult economic downturn. I could not put it down.
FireplaceReader More than 1 year ago
Four sisters in desperate contortions to support their family through tough times — loved the characters, vivid vaudeville history, and glimpse of the role race played in early 1900s performing world. A great early summer read! (Unrelated: Makes me want to visit these old theaters and make sure they're saved and restored.)
constantreaderRM More than 1 year ago
I raced through THE TUMBLING TURNER SISTERS. The characters brought a feisty LITTLE WOMEN to mind in the best of ways.I learned so much about a time in history I never knew about, all while following a fantastic family drama. Great read!
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
This was a very interesting and entertaining story about a lot of different things. Mostly Vaudeville, the girls growing up, America growing up, racism and people just trying to make a living. I especially liked the quotes from the mostly ex-Vaudevillians at the beginning of every chapter. I had no idea that Cary Grant got his start in an acrobatic troupe in Vaudeville. That was very surprising to me. The story was not only enjoyable but informative as well. The author acknowledges the facts and fiction at the end of the book. I would definitely recommend this book. Thanks to Gallery Books for approving my request and to Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest review.