eBook Love Always download

by Ann Beattie

eBook Love Always download ISBN: 0394744187
Author: Ann Beattie
Publisher: Vintage; 1st Vintage Books ed edition (June 12, 1986)
Language: English
Pages: 256
ePub: 1957 kb
Fb2: 1615 kb
Rating: 4.7
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Category: Humour
Subcategory: Humor

FREE shipping on qualifying offers. A master chronicler of our life and times. Newsday A very funny book.

FREE shipping on qualifying offers. If Jane Austen had been crossed with Oscar Wilde and re-crossed with the early Evelyn Waugh.

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He had brought his own juicer with him. That morning he had concocted, for the three of them, a mixture of fresh orange juice, lemon, Perrier, ice, bananas and protein powder. With his, he swallowed. some vitamins in the shape of Flintstones characters. He washed Fred and Wilma down the alimentary and went out into the backyard to do aerobics. When he finished, he changed from his sweatsuit to his business clothes: khaki cut-offs, Nikes, and a recently purchased T-shirt that said: VERMONT-CAN 339,000 cows BE WRONG?

Did you also feel good energy between us, and if so, is the reason you stayed away because you’re involved with someone else or because I was an employee at a nursery? I’m going to confide in you: I need to know, because my luck has been lousy lately.

Ann Beattie (born September 8, 1947) is an American novelist and short story writer. She has received an award for excellence from the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters and the PEN/Malamud Award for excellence in the short story form. Born in Washington, . Beattie grew up in Chevy Chase, Washington, . and attended Woodrow Wilson High School. She holds an undergraduate degree from American University and a master's degree from the University of Connecticut.

Love Always will be welcomed by the large and loyal Beattie readership, but there is much that recommends it to the previously . Much of the book's authenticity derives from the accretion of felt detail-a Beattie trademark.

Love Always will be welcomed by the large and loyal Beattie readership, but there is much that recommends it to the previously unconverted. Harper's Bazaar"Beattie's most comic-indeed her first satiric-work to date. She captures 1984 Vermont with right-on references to Cyndi Lauper, Horchow catalogs, and 'pre-Cabbage Patch' Coleco. The Christian Science Monitor. Beattie's most comic-indeed her first satiric-work to date.

“A master chronicler of our life and times.”—Newsday   “A very funny book. . . . If Jane Austen had been crossed with Oscar Wilde and re-crossed with the early Evelyn Waugh, and the result plonked down among the semi-beautiful people of the late 20th-century media-fringe America . . . the outcome might have been something like this.”—Margaret Atwood   “Ferociously funny.”—The Los Angeles Times   “Beattie’s new novel, her third, is a gratifying surprise. Love Always will be welcomed by the large and loyal Beattie readership, but there is much that recommends it to the previously unconverted.”—Harper’s Bazaar   “Beattie’s most comic—indeed her first satiric—work to date. . . . Much of the book’s authenticity derives from the accretion of felt detail—a Beattie trademark. She captures 1984 Vermont with right-on references to Cyndi Lauper, Horchow catalogues, and ‘pre-Cabbage Patch’ Coleco.”—The Christian Science Monitor
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Looking back at Ann Beattie's career, her best work was in the 1970s and 1980s. This book is one of her masterpieces. I found the writing clean and her characters sympathetic. The moment in time she captures has long passed, but it still resonates with me.
“Love Always” succeeds in being entertaining, but not in too much else. Excerpts from Cindi Coeur’s advice column are always funny, there is lots of energy, the dialogue is good, but the characters are neither well developed nor interesting, except in the most superficial way. The one good character is Nicole, a 14 year old actress who has been brought up in a superficial, competitive world, is wise enough to see this, but has never experienced any real alternative, so does not believe in one. In the penultimate chapter there is real emotion, but while it might have been Lucy’s scene, to use Nicole’s language, as Lucy is visited by her ex, it is Nicole, and the feelings she inspires in Lucy that steals the scene.

Beattie is capable of good writing. One example is Lucy’s mother reminiscing that she left her children’s door open a crack, because then she could still feel connected. Another example describes the morning after a funeral when “Letters and telegrams had overflowed the big white wicker basket on the table. A couple had fallen on the rug. Lucy picked those up and carefully put them back in the basket as if they were alive - like birds that had fallen out of a nest, that must be frightened to be alone”.
I have been accused, I believe fairly, of being a misogynist, so it came as something of a surprise to find that I liked this satirical novel by one of our best female writers better than did the critics. In fact, I liked the book very much and think it belongs right up there with Bonfire of the Vanities and Bright Lights, Big City on the short list of really perceptive social novels of the 80's.
Hildon and Maureen are a quintessential yuppie couple who have moved to Vermont where Hildon publishes Country Daze, a sort of rustic Spy magazine for the New Yorkers who summer in the Green Mountains. Hildon has been carrying on an affair with Lucy Spenser since they were in college; Lucy now writes a spoof advice column for the magazine under the pseudonym of Cindi Coeur. Meanwhile, Lucy has just been jilted by her longtime lover, Les Whitehall, and now her 14 year old TV star niece, Nicole Nelson, has come for a visit while the mother runs off with a 24 year old tennis pro. Beattie spins a savage comedy of manners out of this material. It is both genuinely funny, here's one of Cindi Couer's columns:
Dear Cindi Couer, I understand that small children often exaggerate without thinking of it as a lie. My question is about my son, who has been complaining that his best friend has better lunches than he has. He says that instead of bringing tuna fish sandwiches to school, the boy has a whole tuna. I told him that this was not possible, because a real tuna fish would weigh hundreds of pounds. Nevertheless, my son refuses to eat tuna fish sandwiches anymore, and I feel that tuna sandwiches are better for him than the protein found in the only other sandwich he will eat - pork chop. I am also worried about his telling lies. He refuses to admit that he has made up the story about the tuna. I have questioned him in detail about how this would be possible, and he just continues the lie. He says the boy does not bring the sandwiches in a lunch box, but in a box the size of a bed. Should I discipline him, or just pack tuna sandwiches and insist that he face reality and eat them? A Worried Mom
Dear Worried, It seems to me that you have quite a few options. You could refuse to replace the tuna sandwiches with sandwiches made of pork chops, and substitute something such as quiche, which will get soggy and appeal to no child. You could also get a pig and put it in a cage, telling your son that this way he would have something to rival his friend's tuna fish, and that it is his problem to get it to school. You might also consider the possibility that the other boy is being forced to eat sardine sandwiches and is trying to compensate for his own embarrassment by insisting that they are tuna fish. You may want to ask yourself what your son is missing sat home that makes him have such a strong empathetic reaction with the other boy. You might also consider the possibility that one or both boys needs glasses.
and devastatingly accurate in its depiction of the emptiness behind the facade of modern love.
Everything is surfaces here. People assume roles and pass themselves off as something they are not, the New Yorkers have created a Potemkin Village version of Vermont so that they can pretend to be countrified, folks sign letters Love Always as if it meant Sincerely--and it turns out that it means little more than that for most of them. Everyone is so artificial and their lives so transient that they do not really love one another, not husbands and wives, not mothers and daughters, not longtime companions, not adulterous couples. Their lives are summed up in the title of Nicole's soap opera, "Passionate Intensity"--which is taken from William Butler Yeats' Second Coming: The best lack all conviction and the worst are full of passionate intensity. Love has been replaced by passion; relationships have replaced true commitments.
And so ends the Baby Boomer generation, depthless, childess, loveless & artificial, they are completely atomized. And lest one hold out hope for the next generation, Nicole explains to her aunt that noone has friends anymore, that people sleep together because they are supposed to, and when her aunt asks if she has a "fave rave", responds that it's not cool to like a boy that much anymore. As Hildon says of her:
She needs an education. She ought to have a tutor or something. She's never learned anything.
She knows lyrics to songs and she knows what people are talking about if they say something dirty and she knows who's who on television. She doesn't know anything about the world.
Lucy's generation had, at least, been exposed to and then rejected Western Civilization, American ideals and Judeo-Christian morality. The generation to come is simply being raised in a moral and ethical vaccum and, since nature abhors a vaccum, mass media and pop culture are rushing in to fill the empty space. Beattie amply demonstrates the emptiness of the lives that these people lead and the malignancy of the culture that they have created.
Reading the book, I was struck by how hard it would be for someone to relate to much of it in thirty years. Many references are already dated: Betamax, Cabbage Patch Kids, Bess Myerson, etc., and hopefully, the people themselves will seem like artifacts by then. Having just read several of the great satires from earlier in the Century (Aldous Huxley's Point Counter Point, Anthony Powell's Dance to the Music of Time, Evelyn Waugh's Handful of Dust), it became obvious that, even if the authors had captured the Zeitgeist perfectly, it is very hard for the modern reader to pick up on all the in jokes and to feel the bite of the satire as their contemporaries must have felt it. But Beattie is writing about things that are all too familiar to us here and now and she writes about them with engaging wit and great perception. I highly recommend this one
It's really excruciating work to slog through this tripe. Five chapters into it, I can't relate to any of the characters. They're just cardboard cutouts. I'm amazed another reviewer wrote so many paragraphs about this drivel. Not worth the minimum $4 you'll spend ordering this from Amazon. I've read better bus schedules.