By Curtis Sittenfeld
On what may perhaps turn into some of the most major days in her husband’s presidency, Alice Blackwell considers the unusual and not likely course that has led her to the White House–and the repercussions of a existence lived, as she places it, “almost towards itself.”
A sort, bookish merely baby born within the Nineteen Forties, Alice realized the virtues of politeness early on from her stolid mom and dad and small Wisconsin native land. yet a sad coincidence while she used to be seventeen shattered her identification and made her comprehend the fragility of existence and the tenuousness of good fortune. So greater than a decade later, whilst she met boisterous, charismatic Charlie Blackwell, she not often gave him a re-evaluation: She was once critical and considerate, and he could fairly crack a comic story than supply a true perception; he was once the rich son of a bastion relatives of the Republican social gathering, and she or he was once a college librarian and registered Democrat. cozy in her quiet and unassuming existence, she felt inured to his charms. after which, a lot to her shock, Alice fell for Charlie.
As Alice learns to make her manner amid the clannish strength and boastful self assurance of the Blackwell kinfolk, navigating the unusual rituals in their nation membership and summer time property, she continues to be uneasy together with her newfound success. And whilst Charlie ultimately turns into President, Alice is thrust right into a place she didn't seek–one of energy and effect, privilege and accountability. As Charlie’s tumultuous and debatable moment time period within the White condominium wears on, Alice needs to face contradictions years within the making: How can she either love and essentially disagree along with her husband? How complicit has she been within the trajectory of her personal lifestyles? What may still she do while her deepest ideals run opposed to her public persona?
In Alice Blackwell, long island instances bestselling writer Curtis Sittenfeld has created her such a lot dynamic and intricate heroine but. American spouse is a gorgeously written novel that weaves classification, wealth, race, and the exigencies of destiny right into a awesome tapestry–a novel during which the unforeseen turns into inevitable, and the pleasures and ache of intimacy and love are laid naked.
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