Haunting and violent tale of lust and loss. When your wife and your boss, who have been carrying on an affair, conspire to destroy your career, a flirtation begins and ends in scandal, your daughter despises you and will not see you, and reporters hound you no matter where you are, what do you do...
Douglas Kennedy has a way of capturing the tumult that is life - the swings between highs and lows, the drama, the staleness, and everything in between - and doing so in such a way that utterly captivates the reader. He does so this time while highlighting one of the darkest periods in American p...
Not only is this book not a good one to read while pregnant (or even with a new baby), but it doesn't offer anything to discuss. Except, perhaps, why Kennedy thinks he does such a good job at writing from a woman's perspective... A woman in my Book Club commented that it makes her think of what J...
From the moment Theo brought her home, I couldn’t stand her. Check that: I loathed her. Because, from the outset, I could see that she would bring us nothing but grief. To admit that you loathe someone is to admit failure. Hate is such an extreme emotion. Once in its grip, you often find yourself...
He was born in Milwaukee, forty-four years ago. His father owned a small paper-packaging plant. When Dad dropped dead of a heart attack in 1981, Philip was recalled home from NYU film school to take over the family business. Though he was reluctant to shoulder this responsibility – as he was dete...
Fitzsimons-Ross told me.I made him his cup of tea, which he drank silently. Then I proffered the seven hundred deutsche marks. He reached into his pocket and fished out a metal object that he placed on the table, then slid toward me.“Here’s a key,” he said. “Move in whenever.”“I thought I’d come ...
Because to be conscious meant facing my imminent death. I was nowhere. I was being bounced up and down. Tossed from side to side. My head felt as if it had been split in two. Nausea was consuming me. But even if I wanted to be sick, that was impossible, as a rag had been tied tightly around my mo...
For several edgy moments I had to keep the glass fixed to the table. He worked out what I was stopping myself from doing and raised a finger upwards, saying: ‘If you create havoc here – and shame me in public – there will be ramifications.’ ‘You’re a gangster.’ ‘That is an interpretation. But so ...
Ruth Edelstein? It’s Ned Allen here, from PC Solutions. I hope this is a convenient time to talk….” Mrs. Ruth Edelstein sounded around ninety years old. “Whatcha say your name was?” “Ned Allen. PC Solutions. Now, I note from our records that you bought a GBS Powerplan computer from us in Septembe...
They were short, stubby, fleshy - like a link of Polish sausages. He had a large oval face. His chin was augmented by two tiers of fat. He had thinning hair, round horn-rimmed glasses, and a very expensive three-piece suit. It was dark grey with a thick chalk pinstripe. I guessed that it was made...
Deep technical discussions about the new MRI techniques for uncovering cerebral arterial sclerosis. A long, badly delivered, but still important (I suppose) paper from a research fellow at the Rockefeller Institute about the complexities of coronary valve imaging. Two radiographic technologists f...