Open House

by Berg, Elizabeth

• ISBN13: 9780375506031
• ISBN10: 0375506039
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2000-08-01
• Publisher: Random House

Summary

In this superb novel by the beloved author ofTalk Before Sleep,The Pull of the Moon, andUntil the Real Thing Comes Along, a woman re-creates her life after divorce by opening up her house and her heart. Samantha's husband has left her, and after a spree of overcharging at Tiffany's, she settles down to reconstruct a life for herself and her eleven-year-old son. Her eccentric mother tries to help by fixing her up with dates, but a more pressing problem is money. To meet her mortgage payments, Sam decides to take in boarders. The first is an older woman who offers sage advice and sorely needed comfort; the second, a maladjusted student, is not quite so helpful. A new friend, King, an untraditional man, suggests that Samantha get out, get going, get work. But her real work is this: In order to emerge from grief and the past, she has to learn how to make her own happiness. In order to really see people, she has to look within her heart. And in order to know who she is, she has to rememberand reclaimthe person she used to be, long before she became someone else in an effort to save her marriage. Open Houseis a love story about what can blossom between a man and a woman, and within a woman herself.

Author Biography

Elizabeth Berg's novels <b>Durable Goods</b> and <b>Joy School</b> were selected as ALA Best Books of the Year. <b>Talk Before Sleep</b> was an ABBY finalist, a New York Times bestseller, and a national bestseller. <b>The Pull of the Moon</b>, <b>Range of Motion</b>, <b>What We Keep</b>, and <b>Until the Real Thing Comes Along</b> also were national bestellers. In 1997, Berg won the NEBA Award in fiction. She lives in Massachusetts.

Excerpts

PROLOGUE


You know before you know, of course. You are bending over the dryer, pulling out the still-warm sheets, and the knowledge walks up your backbone. You stare at the man you love and you are staring at nothing: he is gone before he is gone.

The last time I tried to talk to David was a couple of weeks ago. We were in the family room—David in his leather recliner, me stretched out on the sofa. Travis was asleep—he'd had his eleventh birthday party that afternoon, the usual free-for-all, and had fallen into bed exhausted. The television was on, but neither of us was watching it—David was reading the newspaper and I was rehearsing.

Finally, "David?" I said.

He looked up.

I said, "You know, you're right in saying we have some serious problems. But there are so many reasons to try to work things out." I hoped my voice was pleasant and light. I hoped my hair wasn't sticking up or that my nose didn't look too big and that I didn't look fat when I sat up a bit to adjust the pillow.

"I was wondering," I said, "if you would be willing to go to see someone with me, just once. A marriage counselor. I really think—"

" Samantha," he said.

And I said, "Okay."

He returned to the paper, and I returned to lying on the sofa, to falling down an elevator shaft. There were certain things I could not think about but kept thinking about anyway: how to tell the people I'd have to tell. How lonely the nights would be (that was a very long elevator shaft). How I believed so hard and for so long that we would be able to overcome everything, and now I would have to admit that we could not. How wrenching it is when the question you want to ask is "Why don't you want me?" but you cannot ask it and yet you do
not ask—or talk about—anything else.

"David?" I said again, but this time he did not look up.

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