Commuters: A Novel

Commuters: A Novel

Emily Gray Tedrowe

Language: English

Pages: 378

ISBN: 0061859478

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Commuters: A Novel

Emily Gray Tedrowe

Language: English

Pages: 378

ISBN: 0061859478

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


"Tedrowe explores the reconfigurations of a family and the strange alliances that can occur between young and old, love and work. And she writes brilliantly about money…. A deeply satisfying debut." —Margot Livesey, author of The House on Fortune Street

“A poignant meditation on desire, heartrending loss, and dreams deferred.” —Robin Antalek, author of The Summer We Fell Apart

Emily Tedrowe’s exceptional debut novel depicts the shockwaves set in motion by the sudden marriage of one middle-class family’s 78-year-old matriarch to a wealthy outsider. Commuters is that rare novel that offers something for almost everyone: “foodies” interested in exploring the rich tapestry of the New York City restaurant scene; the millions who have been profoundly affected by the current financial and mortgage crisis; or anyone simply looking for a beautifully drawn family drama in the vein of the works of Katrina Kittle (The Blessings of the Animals, Two Truths and a Lie) and Jennifer Haigh (The Condition, Baker Towers, Mrs. Kimble).

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any minute, but Winnie turned her back on them. “You know, I think it’s a grand idea, meeting with Avery. We’ll just have to keep after him. And having him write down some things, about you. A boy like that shouldn’t be at odds and ends.” “What? Oh. Avery. Yes, I’ve got a plan for that one.” Though Jerry’s gaze trailed along the photographs, Winnie knew he wasn’t really seeing them. “Annette will come to her senses,” she said quietly. “This can’t go on forever.” Jerry snorted. “Annette

face. And tricky too, to know what to do or say. Rachel never spoke directly about her feelings for Bob, and Winnie—who knew something about the ups and downs of a long marriage—was careful not to suggest anything was wrong. A person’s marriage was her own private business, after all. And so Winnie did what she could, as much as she could, as she always had, even after Bob recovered: she kept the girls’ school schedules on her own refrigerator; she attended recitals and took Rachel’s turn at

right now on the counter next to the stove. “I want to ask you something,” Winnie was saying, in a wavery, determined voice. “I know it’s not going to sound very gracious, but I have to ask anyway. Forgive me.” “Yes, I’ll make sure you get seconds on dark meat,” Avery said. He turned, hoping. “There’s always a knockdown over the dark meat.” But this time, it didn’t work. Without smiling at all, Winnie looked up at him, full in the face. “Why are you here? You’ve been a good boy to that man,

everything was going to be fine. They had re-emerged from the guest room a tired threesome, to where Yi-Lun—who had probably overheard the whole thing, Rachel realized, but who was tactfully silent—had brownies in the oven and The Wedding Planner on rental from Blockbuster. “There’s a problem with your card,” the skinny, Latino guy said, when she finally reached the cash register. Rachel nearly blew a gasket. “No way,” she said, suppressing a laugh. “Not with that one, there isn’t.” She’d given

of sheer will the one time Winnie had asked one of the doctors about it, blushing furiously. “Well, yes,” the woman had said, looking up briefly from his chart. “But we can’t have everything.” Nor could Winnie quantify, or even put into words, the things that were missing—Jerry was too tired, now, to wander the house with her after dinner, peeking in little-used rooms and telling stories about them. That night she had stood naked before him… But that wasn’t something that could go on a chart or

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