The Secret Life of Violet Grant
A novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Passion, redemption, and a battered suitcase full of secrets: theNew York Times-bestselling author ofA Hundred Summersreturns with another engrossing tale.
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Passion, redemption, and a battered suitcase full of secrets: theNew York Times-bestselling author ofA Hundred Summersreturns with another engrossing tale.
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A story of love and intrigue that travels from Kennedy-era Manhattan to World War I Europe from the New York Times bestselling author of Her Last Flight and Husbands & Lovers.Fresh from college, irrepressible Vivian Schuyler defies her wealthy Fifth Avenue family to work at cutthroat Metropolitan magazine. But this is 1964, and the editor dismisses her until a parcel lands on Vivian s Greenwich Village doorstep that starts a journey into the life of an aunt she never knew, who might give her just the story she s been waiting for.
In 1912, Violet Schuyler Grant moved to Europe to study physics, and made a disastrous marriage to a philandering fellow scientist. As the continent edges closer to the brink of war, a charismatic British army captain enters her life, drawing her into an audacious gamble that could lead to happiness or disaster.
Fifty years later, Violet s ultimate fate remains shrouded in mystery. But the more obsessively Vivian investigates her disappearing aunt, the more she realizes all they have in common and that Violet s secret life is about to collide with hers.
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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.***Copyright © 2014 by Beatriz Williams
Vivian, 1964
New York City
I nearly missed that card from the post office, stuck up as it was against the side of the mail slot. Just imagine. Of such little accidents is history made.
I d moved into the apartment only a week ago, and I didn t know all the little tricks yet: the way the water collects in a slight depression below the bottom step on rainy days, causing you to slip on the chipped marble tiles if you aren t careful; the way the butcher s boy steps inside the superintendent s apartment at five-fifteen on Wednesday afternoons, when the super s shift runs late at the cigar factory, and spends twenty minutes jiggling his sausage with the super s wife while the chops sit unguarded in the vestibule.
And this is important, now the way postcards have a habit of sticking to the side of the mail slot, just out of view if you re bending to retrieve your mail instead of crouching all the way down, as I did that Friday evening after work, not wanting to soil my new coat on the perpetually filthy floor.
But luck or fate or God intervened. My fingers found the postcard, even if my eyes didn t. And though I tossed the mail on the table when I burst into the apartment and didn t sort through it all until late Saturday morning, wrapped in my dressing gown, drinking a filthy concoction of tomato juice and the-devil-knew-what to counteract the several martinis and one neat Scotch I d drunk the night before, not even I, Vivian Schuyler, could elude the wicked ways of the higher powers forever.
Mind you, I m not here to complain.
What s that? asked my roommate, Sally, from the sofa, such as it was. The dear little tart appeared even more horizontally inclined than I did. My face was merely sallow; hers was chartreuse.
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Card from the post office. I turned it over in my hand. There s a parcel waiting.
For you or for me?
For me.
Well, thank God for that, anyway.
I looked at the card. I looked at the clock. I had twenty-three minutes until the post office on West Tenth Street closed for the weekend. My hair was unbrushed, my face bare, my mouth still coated in a sticky film of hangover and tomato juice.
On the other hand: a parcel. Who could resist a parcel? A mysterious one, yet. All sorts of brown-paper possibilities danced in my head. Too early for Christmas, too late for my twenty-first birthday (too late for my twenty-second, if you re going to split hairs), too uncharacteristic to come from my parents. But there it was, misspelled in cheap purple ink: Miss Vivien Schuyler, 52 Christopher Street, apt. 5C, New York City. I d been here only a week. Who would have mailed me a parcel already? Perhaps my great-aunt Julie, submitting a housewarming gift? In which case I d have to skedaddle on down to the P.O. hasty-posty before somebody there drank my parcel.
The clock again. Twenty-two minutes.
If you re going, said Sally, hand draped over her eyes, you d better go now.
Of such little choices is history made.
. . .
I DARTED INTO the post office building at eight minutes to twelve yes, my dears, I have good reason to remember the exact time of arrival shook off the rain from my umbrella, and caught my sinking heart at the last instant. The place was crammed. not only crammed, but wet. not only wet, but stinking wet: sour wool overlaid by piss overlaid by cigarettes. I folded my umbrella and joined the line behind a blond-haired man in blue surgical scrubs. This was ne
Card from the post office. I turned it over in my hand. There s a parcel waiting.
For you or for me?
For me.
Well, thank God for that, anyway.
I looked at the card. I looked at the clock. I had twenty-three minutes until the post office on West Tenth Street closed for the weekend. My hair was unbrushed, my face bare, my mouth still coated in a sticky film of hangover and tomato juice.
On the other hand: a parcel. Who could resist a parcel? A mysterious one, yet. All sorts of brown-paper possibilities danced in my head. Too early for Christmas, too late for my twenty-first birthday (too late for my twenty-second, if you re going to split hairs), too uncharacteristic to come from my parents. But there it was, misspelled in cheap purple ink: Miss Vivien Schuyler, 52 Christopher Street, apt. 5C, New York City. I d been here only a week. Who would have mailed me a parcel already? Perhaps my great-aunt Julie, submitting a housewarming gift? In which case I d have to skedaddle on down to the P.O. hasty-posty before somebody there drank my parcel.
The clock again. Twenty-two minutes.
If you re going, said Sally, hand draped over her eyes, you d better go now.
Of such little choices is history made.
. . .
I DARTED INTO the post office building at eight minutes to twelve yes, my dears, I have good reason to remember the exact time of arrival shook off the rain from my umbrella, and caught my sinking heart at the last instant. The place was crammed. not only crammed, but wet. not only wet, but stinking wet: sour wool overlaid by piss overlaid by cigarettes. I folded my umbrella and joined the line behind a blond-haired man in blue surgical scrubs. This was ne
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Autoren-Porträt von Beatriz Williams
Beatriz Williams lives with her husband and children in Connecticut. She is the New York Times bestselling author of Along the Infinite Sea, Tiny Little Thing, The Secret Life of Violet Grant, A Hundred Summers, Overseas and Husbands & Lovers. She also writes under the pseudonym Juliana Gray.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Beatriz Williams
- 2015, 528 Seiten, Maße: 13,2 x 20,1 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0425274845
- ISBN-13: 9780425274842
- Erscheinungsdatum: 22.04.2015
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
A riveting tale. US WeeklyAnother substantive beach read steeped in history and familial intrigue Readers will love wallowing in the twists and turns of this irresistibly luxurious tale. Booklist
A story of passion, redemption and a battered suitcase full of mysteries. Greenwich Time
Fabulous...a perfect summer read. Examiner.com
Another absorbing page-turner filled with romance and secrets. Library Journal
Mysterious, passionate, and engrossing. Popsugar
Hard to stop reading. The Missourian
A smashing summer read. Historical Novels Review
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