The High Season
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
A mesmerizing, head-spinning and sometimes madcap-hilarious take of have and have-nots. People (Book of the Week)
NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY REAL SIMPLE AND KIRKUS REVIEWS ...
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A mesmerizing, head-spinning and sometimes madcap-hilarious take of have and have-nots. People (Book of the Week)NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY REAL SIMPLE AND KIRKUS REVIEWS In the smart, breezy, sweet spot between Meg Wolitzer and Elin Hilderbrand. Entertainment Weekly
No matter what the world throws her way, at least Ruthie Beamish has the house. Located by the sea in a quiet Long Island village, the house is her nest egg the retirement account shared with her ex-husband, Mike, and the college fund for their teenage daughter, Jem. The catch? To afford the house, Ruthie must let it go during the best part of the year.
It s Memorial Day weekend and the start of what Jem calls the summer bummer : the family s annual exodus to make way for renters. This year, the Hamptons set has arrived. Adeline Clay is elegant and connected and will never need to worry about money. Before long, she demonstrates an uncanny ability to help herself to Ruthie s life. Is Adeline just being her fabulous self, or is she out to take what she wants?
When an eccentric billionaire, his wayward daughter, a coterie of social climbers, and Ruthie s old flame are thrown into the mix, the entire town finds itself on the verge of tumultuous change. But as Ruthie loses her grasp on her job, her home, and her family, she discovers a new talent for pushing back. By the end of one unhinged, unforgettable summer, nothing will be the same least of all Ruthie.
Praise for The High Season
Blundell knows the territory. . . . Her account of Ruthie s coming to grips with a career, a daughter and a community in flux is as touching as it is convincing. The Wall Street Journal
A huge page-turner . . . so compelling . . . a classic beach read, but very smart, very intelligently written. Us Weekly, Emily Giffin s Summer Reading Recommendations
An acid-laced domestic drama set during one
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golden summer on the moneyed, beachy North Fork of Long Island. The New York Times
Judy Blundell wields words like an oyster knife in this shimmering story of art, money, and celebrity. Helen Simonson, New York Times bestselling author of The Summer Before the War
A wry, often hilarious story of a woman trying to keep it together when everything is going so, so wrong. Real Simple
Judy Blundell wields words like an oyster knife in this shimmering story of art, money, and celebrity. Helen Simonson, New York Times bestselling author of The Summer Before the War
A wry, often hilarious story of a woman trying to keep it together when everything is going so, so wrong. Real Simple
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1Every summer Ruthie gave away her house by the sea. During the month of May, she packed and polished. Sneakers were scooped up from their kicked-off positions. Earrings, loose change, buttons were swept off the tops of bureaus. Post-its with phone numbers marooned from their meaning had been thrown away, anything threadbare or worn dumped into one of the summer boxes and sealed with squealing tape. T-shirts had been whisked off the hooks on the backs of bathroom doors, and fragrant chunks of Provençal soaps nestled in blue-and-white bowls by the sinks.
Ruthie knew how to create a house that looked lived-in, but lightly. When her summer tenants walked through the door, they breathed in peace and lemons. In this house no one ever had a sleepless night. No child slammed a door, screaming of injustice. No one was ever sick, or sorrowful, or more than pleasantly tired. Summer was a forever season, and held no pain.
With a fistful of yesterday s news, she polished the picture window, spotless enough to slam into and raise a bruise. Now she had a better view of her daughter slacking off. In the yard Jem was doing what teenagers do, texting while doing a chore in a halfhearted fashion, loading gear into the truck bed with one hand while her thumb jitterbugged on a screen.
It was the first big weekend of summer, and winter s trap had sprung. All along the hundred miles of Long Island, from Manhattan to the East End, skeins of highway were traffic-snarled by eight in the morning. On the North Fork families were spilling out, stretching and inhaling after the dawn ride from Manhattan, parents having bawled at their children, still thickheaded with dreams, to pull on shorts and get the hell in the car. Barbecues were rolled out from the garage, convertible tops folded down, beach chairs snapped to.
High above the creeping cars, helicopter blades purled the air as they carried the rich and the lucky to the Hamptons on the South Fork. At the airport drivers
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waited by dark-windowed SUVs, patiently sipping coffee. Shopkeepers checked inventory on summer-weight cashmere. House managers reviewed details of schedules and flower deliveries to the vast homes behind the hedges.
Ruthie s renter would arrive at noon. Adeline Clay had paid like a rich person, taking the Beamish-Dutton house for the entire season, and the whopping check was sitting in the bank. By Thanksgiving the money would have disappeared, distributed to various wheezing accounts: the college fund, the taxes due, the unseen needed repairs. But right now Ruthie felt pleasantly, if temporarily, solvent, her feet on a wide-planked floor rubbed with beeswax, the sky bouncing light off the sea. There were a few details left to take care of: one more swipe of the counters, local honey and flowers from the garden to welcome the tenant, a final sweep, and then skedaddling off into their own summer in a rented guesthouse.
The summer bummer, Jem called it, because giving up the house in the best months of the year was the only way to keep it.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket. A text from her board president, Mindy Flicker. Mindy had left her Park Avenue apartment earlier in the week to beat the traffic. Ruthie s phone had been pinging with texts for days. Mindy might not have known what she was talking about, but she was firmly committed to conveying it as often as possible.
IDEA! A bouquet would be super to welcome Adeline Clay
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W a card saying it s from the Belfry. Do you have a card? I could drop one off.
I buy them in bulk.
Mike came up behind her as she texted All taken care of. As the director of the Belfry Museum, she knew that wealthy board ladies were part of the job. Cosseted as children, driven hard as young women, married off to suitably successful and politically like-minded men, tightly surgeried and whittled down to bone, they co
Ruthie s renter would arrive at noon. Adeline Clay had paid like a rich person, taking the Beamish-Dutton house for the entire season, and the whopping check was sitting in the bank. By Thanksgiving the money would have disappeared, distributed to various wheezing accounts: the college fund, the taxes due, the unseen needed repairs. But right now Ruthie felt pleasantly, if temporarily, solvent, her feet on a wide-planked floor rubbed with beeswax, the sky bouncing light off the sea. There were a few details left to take care of: one more swipe of the counters, local honey and flowers from the garden to welcome the tenant, a final sweep, and then skedaddling off into their own summer in a rented guesthouse.
The summer bummer, Jem called it, because giving up the house in the best months of the year was the only way to keep it.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket. A text from her board president, Mindy Flicker. Mindy had left her Park Avenue apartment earlier in the week to beat the traffic. Ruthie s phone had been pinging with texts for days. Mindy might not have known what she was talking about, but she was firmly committed to conveying it as often as possible.
IDEA! A bouquet would be super to welcome Adeline Clay
. . .
W a card saying it s from the Belfry. Do you have a card? I could drop one off.
I buy them in bulk.
Mike came up behind her as she texted All taken care of. As the director of the Belfry Museum, she knew that wealthy board ladies were part of the job. Cosseted as children, driven hard as young women, married off to suitably successful and politically like-minded men, tightly surgeried and whittled down to bone, they co
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Autoren-Porträt von Judy Blundell
Judy Blundell is a New York Times bestselling author. Her novel What I Saw and How I Lied won the 2008 National Book Award for Young People s Literature. The High Season is her first novel for adults. She lives on Long Island with her husband and daughter.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Judy Blundell
- 2018, Internationale Ausgabe, 416 Seiten, Masse: 15,6 x 23,6 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0525511709
- ISBN-13: 9780525511700
- Erscheinungsdatum: 11.05.2018
Sprache:
Englisch
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A mesmerizing, head-spinning and sometimes madcap-hilarious take of have and have-nots. People (Book of the Week)In the smart, breezy, sweet spot between Meg Wolitzer and Elin Hilderbrand. Entertainment Weekly
Blundell knows the territory. . . . Her account of Ruthie s coming to grips with a career, a daughter and a community in flux is as touching as it is convincing. The Wall Street Journal
A huge page-turner . . . so compelling . . . a classic beach read, but very smart, very intelligently written. Us Weekly, Emily Giffin s Summer Reading Recommendations
An acid-laced domestic drama set during one golden summer on the moneyed, beachy North Fork of Long Island. The New York Times
Judy Blundell wields words like an oyster knife in this shimmering story of art, money, and celebrity. Helen Simonson, New York Times bestselling author of The Summer Before the War
A wry, often hilarious story of a woman trying to keep it together when everything is going so, so wrong. Real Simple
[A] perfect book for your beach bag even if you re not Long Island-bound. Vogue
If you loved The Affair, you ll love this book. Glamour
The High Season is packed with quirky characters and charm that will last all summer long. Hello Giggles
The High Season goes beyond light summer fare. It s a bit like Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous but with Jane Austen s type of biting wit and keen eye toward the human heart as an undercurrent. Pulse Magazine
The Platonic ideal of a beach read. Greenwich Sentinel
The sophisticated and delicious portrayal of subtle class warfare at the shore would make a perfect beach book, but it s a pleasure to read any time. Library Journal (starred review)
The High Season is touching, funny, and emotionally precise, recognizable yet full of surprises. Forget the Hamptons:
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Blundell s North Fork is where the real drama and fun blow in. Cathleen Schine, New York Times bestselling author of The Three Weissmanns of Westport
You will revel in the human drama and comedy of this skillfully told tale. Wise, funny, and insightful, Judy Blundell tells the story of one woman that says something about all of us, our aspirations, and the delicate state of the American dream. Adriana Trigiani, New York Times bestselling author of Kiss Carlo
You will revel in the human drama and comedy of this skillfully told tale. Wise, funny, and insightful, Judy Blundell tells the story of one woman that says something about all of us, our aspirations, and the delicate state of the American dream. Adriana Trigiani, New York Times bestselling author of Kiss Carlo
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