![]() ![]() My mother, who utterly ignored this decline, was in charge of everything else. Mirrored the broader Wasp ebb: the outflow of maids and grandfather clocks and cocktail shakers brimming with gin. He husbanded our declining fortunes, a decline that, as he recognized, In our family, he was in charge of logic and money. My father, Dorie Friend, is a historian and a highly rational man his Easter Island–size head is stuffed with knowledge. Turning to face the house at last, he lowers himself onto one knee like a hopeful fiancé and pansĪcross the stone exterior, slowly now. ![]() The set of his shoulders suggests dissatisfaction with what he sees this Christmas season: the bare apple It takes a moment to realize that he is peering through my mother's old Olympus camera, aiming He moves uncertainly, his hands cupped around his eyes like anĪrctic explorer in a whiteout. Portions of this book were previously published, in different form, in The New Yorker and The Paris Review.Ĭopyright acknowledgments appear on page 351.į ROM AN UPSTAIRS window, I see my father walking away down his snowy lawn. Melanie Grayboden and her family Francesca and Christine Wells. I have changed the names of a few people: the Viscontis and Giovanna Visconti's boyfriends Sally Cottone and her family The Little, Brown name and logo are trademarks of Hachette Little, Brown and Company is a division of Hachette Book Group, Inc. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced,ĭistributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written ![]()
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