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Fiction. Literature. HTML: Following the breakout success of her critically acclaimed and award-winning novel Euphoria, Lily King returns with an unforgettable portrait of an artist as a young woman. Blindsided by her mother's sudden death and wrecked by a recent love affair, Casey Peabody has arrived in Massachusetts in the summer of 1997 without a plan. Her mail consists of wedding invitations and final notices from debt collectors. A former child golf prodigy, she now waits tables in Harvard Square and rents a tiny, moldy room at the side of a garage where she works on the novel she has been writing for six years. At thirty-one, Casey is still clutching onto something nearly all her old friends have let go of: the determination to live a creative life. When she falls for two very different men at the same time, her world fractures even more. Casey's fight to fulfill her creative ambitions and balance the conflicting demands of art and life is challenged in ways that push her to the brink. Writers & Lovers follows Caseyâ??a smart and achingly vulnerable protagonistâ??in the last days of a long youth, a time when every element of her life comes to a crisis. Written with King's trademark humor, heart, and intelligence, Writers & Lovers is a transfixing novel that explores the terrifying and exhilarating leap between the end of one phase of life and the beginning of another… (more)
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Raise your hand is you never dreamt of writing a novel. Isnât that what we as avid readers long for? To intrigue others with what is lurking within ourselves and, of course, to be praised and complimented for our artistic capacities. Well, thatâs just one side of being a writer, many more authors will actually have to face a life just like Casey: never to know if you can make the ends meet, frustrated because the writing does not move on, the words do not come, taking on any job just to survive and organising the writing around working hours. Lily King has painted quite a realistic picture of a novelistâs situation in âWriters & Loversâ. Yet, thatâs by far not all the novel has to offer.
Her protagonist belongs to the generation who struggles to grow-up. They have been promised so much, they were full of energy in their twenties, but now, hitting 30, they have to make a decision: giving up their dreams for a conservative and boring but secure life just like the one their parents lead or going on with a precarious living that feels totally inadequate. No matter how they decide, it could be the wrong choice and the fear of not picking the right thing paralyses them, an overwhelming anxiety takes over control making them incapable of moving on or doing anything at all. They are stuck in a never-ending rat race which covers all areas of their life. Casey is the perfect example of her generation, highly educated, intelligent, good at dealing with people but nevertheless full of doubts about herself and frustrated by the constant setbacks.
I totally adored the novel, it is somehow a coming-of-age at a later age novel. The characters are authentically represented, the emotional states are wonderfully conveyed and thus easy to follow. Even though there is quite some melancholy in it, I did not feel saddened since it also provides a lot of hope just never to give up since all could turn out well in the end.
So this sounds dreary, doesn't it? Except that Casey also has some good, supportive friends and her own resilience and humor to guide her along as she deals with mourning her mother and negotiating her way through her life. Lily King writes so gorgeously and with such immediacy in Writers and Lovers that I quickly forgot that I don't generally like novels about novelists -- it feels like an exercise in navel-gazing and how many novels about writers are there now? Except King's take is fresh and visceral and fun, while also being heartbreaking and fully committed to showing the precariousness of Casey's makeshift life.
I loved this novel. I loved how King had me inhabiting Casey's life and while that was rarely a comfortable place to be, it was intense. I loved the mocking/loving look at the writing life and at writers and the various ways they can be ridiculous.
I received an ARC through Edelweiss+
Highly, highly recommend this book!
This is the story of Casey, who is living in a converted potting shed, working as a waitress, struggling with student debt, grieving for her mother, and writing a novel. It is beautifully written and I enjoyed every page of it. Casey
Highly recommended.
This is clearly a deeply autobiographical novel. I have read a few of those lately, and most have not knocked my socks off -- those writers should read this. Its just the most flawless celebration of the coming of age of a true romantic.
The concept of success has become so hidebound in the last couple of decades. When, based on his strengths and interests, I encouraged my son away from "practical" majors toward philosophy, economics, art, literature and history people looked at me like I was crazy. What is he going to DO with that, they said. Can he get a high-paying job? I answer (as a career expert working at an elite university) that I don't know if he will. He may well have to spend a little time in squalor first and may decide he is not interested in endless wealth, just in more basic comfort for himself and his family. If he does, it won't kill him. He knows in the long run a living of some sort is essential and he will make one. More importantly, he is going to master critical analysis and recognize beauty and longing and need and love and hate and all the the things that actually matter. After that he can figure out how to make a life and a living that works for him, not one based on other people's values. People think you are crazy or rich enough to be flighty when you say those things. I am neither, but I know that if you believe in yourself and the importance and worth of other people (even the "bad" ones), acknowledge your material wants and needs, and accept that those needs can sometimes be delayed, you can find a wonderful life. I believe in the essentiality of art and literature, I believe people are more empathic and humane when they can stand in front of a painting and recognize that it contains truth more profound than any statement of unassailable fact. I believe in what is essential, true love and insightful humor and intransigent grief and unremitting need and and transformational art. I believe all of those things are more important than being practical, and that worshipping a linear checklist approach to life destroys people's connection to joy. If you have possessions that "spark joy" you don't know what the hell joy is. If you find joy in your work, in playing with children, or in dancing like a madwoman at a concert surrounded by friends you know what you are doing. And I believe if you are not allowed to fail, you never ever get to succeed on your terms. You don't know what success is for you unless you open yourself up to failure and know you are willing to suffer its sting to make something happen. I like messy people. I know grief, anxiety and fear are good things that we need to find a way out of, not simply things to be dulled. This book is a celebration of everything I believe in. I loved every character; Casey, and Oscar (with John and Jasper),and Silas were sympathetic and funny and smart and good, as were the supporting characters, who are barely on the page but still people we come to know because King writes so stupendously well. When I read the last words in this book I said out loud to my empty room "oh my god, that was perfect." What more can I say?
I donât normally start reviews that way, but I didnât want to leave you in suspense. Because you might start off this novel about an unsuccessful writer, or possibly an unsuccessful adult, and be thinking that it is that dreaded writer-writing-about-writing novel. Okay, it
What I liked so much about this novel was the very real voice of its protagonist. Life is messy and despite oneâs talents (Casey was at one point destined to become a professional golfer â yeah, I know!) there is still what one longs for oneself. Writing is it, for her. Successful or unsuccessful, writing is the place she calls home. I get that. Also her sadness. Because life kinda sucks. Sometimes. And she misses her mom.
Beautifully written. Both moving and thoughtful. I heartily recommend it.
Quotes: "Muriel took me to the release of a poetry chapbook called Shit and Fuck at a convenience store in Central Square."
"The writing instructor said that every line of dialogue had to have at least two ulterior motives, and I said what if the character just wants to know what time it is. People gasped."
"Between our call and today he talked himself out of me, and now he is coming back around. I think about how you get trained early on as a woman to perceive how others are perceiving you, at the great expense of what you yourself are feeling about them. Sometimes you mix the two up in a terrible tangle that's hard to unravel."
"They look older, like something is tugging them to the floor. I wonder if my father knows how much hair is missing from the back of his head."
"I didn't know I expected anything until it wasn't there."
"I thought I was choosing delusional men, but now I understand how boys are raised to think. I've met ambitious women, driven women, but no woman has ever told me that greatness was her destiny."
Young Casey is working as restaurant wait staff in Boston, dealing with bereavement, post-traumatic stress, health scares, heartbreak, and debt. Debtâfrom student loans, of courseâmay be causing Casey the most anxiety of all; she calls it her âlooming blank specter.â An unfinished novel, six years in progress, is calling to Casey over the din of angry diners and debt collectors. Sheâs clinging to the impractical dream of life as an artist and always wants to call her mother, forgetting that her mother died months ago. As the novel progresses, sheâs torn between two different men, both of whom are also writers.
Readers will root for Casey to reach the next stage of her life, with good career, stable finances, good health, a healthy relationship, or, at the very least, a good, published, profitable novel.
I received an advanced readers copy of this book from the publisher and was encouraged to submit an honest review.
Itâs a very intelligent book, thatâs set in 1997, and centered on writers, some who have found some success, and those who are struggling. Our main character, Casey Peabody, is 31 and rightly feels that life has been cruelly tossing her around for too many years.
While growing up, she had a troubled relationship with her father, who forced her into being a child golf prodigy. After taking on $75,000 in debts to get her M.F.A., she finds herself being constantly hounded by creditors. Her long love relationship ended, and her mother unexpectedly died during a trip in Chile. Casey was suffering, but doing her best to deal with it herself.
To most people Casey is a waitress at Iris, an upscale restaurant on Harvard Square, in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Those who are closer to her know that she had been struggling to finish her manuscript, Love and the Revolution, for six years. As the story develops, she is involved with two men: Oscar, an older novelist of some stature, whoâs raising two young boys himself; and Silas, a struggling writer much closer to her own age. She has a good relationship with Oscarâs boys, and Oscar is a sweet man who shows her real affection and offers her much in life. With Silas, there is a burning passion, but then he will be out of touch for days.
After a while, she finishes her manuscriptâand with great excitement sends it out to publishersâonly to start a bitter collection of rejection letters. Eventually she gets an agent and interest in her work starts to grow. Meanwhile, her waitressing career seems to end, she chooses between Oscar and Silas, and finds an interesting teaching job. Thatâs enough, Iâm not going to reveal everything.
Caseyâs passion for her writing is intense, and though her progress seemed difficult many times, completing and successfully revising her book is a wild mix of emotions. I loved how King writes about maneuvering the writing/publishing world. Write about writing and bookselling and youâre already halfway there to getting your in so many bookstores.
I love all the side stories and the full cast of characters. There is no tedious misdirection in the book, people appear, situations change, she doubts so much, and love/passion/companionship/lust possess and confuse her... often all at the very same time. King doesnât combined all these elements using some tricky plot device, they all come at Casey, just in the way life comes at most of the rest of us.
Iâll leave you with author Elizabeth Stroutâs spot on review of the bookââGorgeous.â
Lily King has nailed her protagonist Casey. She is too perfect for the part and I mean perfect in the most sympathetic way. She is battered by the loss of her mother, by a father who wrongs so many yet canât forgive, the loss of a boyfriend, her time in another country, her landlord, her employers, some of her co-workers and fellow writers. Casey has been working on her book for years, years and more years. And did someone just say âI find it extraordinary that you think you have something to say.â? Does the general public really think that about aspiring writers? Are we really that nasty, that discouraging?
Casey lives in a potting shed, and the imagery brings to mind the dwellings of a poor artist, damp and smelling of rot with a hot plate in the bathroom. She walks the landlordâs dog for a break in the rent for this hovel. She is in debt, she is being chased for payment, she has so many problems, not the least is that she is sad. But she is also the person who want to comfort the sad person and then she thinks how sad must that person be because the reason she has compassion for the sad person is because she must have endured much of the same and then she sees that is a self-repeating cycle. And this concept really slayed me. What perfect imagery: âItâs like when you go into a dressing room with a three-paneled mirror and you line them up just right to see the long narrow hallway of yourselves, diminishing into infinity. It feels like that, like Iâm sad for an infinite number of my selves.â
She meets men, fellow writers, men who take an interest, men who compete, men who understand or think they do. They donât. Casey understands it all but never realizes it. She can dig deep without acknowledging it and all the pith, the essence is hers. She falls for one, chooses the other, canât close the deal and it all ruptures.
I loved this book. Loved it for the smart language, the brilliant story of a young womanâs struggle to be a writer, real and compelling characters, the locale, the sorrow and the ultimate satisfaction. Thank you NetGalley and Grove Atlantic for a copy.
This novel has some good moments, but in general I didnât feel it lived up to its advance billing.
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Nia met a Milton scholar with excellent posture and a trust fund, who handed her novel back after reading fifteen pages, saying first-person female narratives grated on him. She chucked it in the dumpster, married him, and moved to Houston when he got a job at Rice.
Iâm both the sad person and the person wanting to comfort the sad person. And then I feel sad for that person who has so much compassion because sheâs clearly been through the same thing, too. And the cycle keeps repeating. Itâs like when you go into a dressing room with a three-paneled mirror and you line them up just right to see the long narrowing hallway of yourselves diminishing into infinity. It feels like that, like Iâm sad for an infinite number of my selves.
when I stood on the porch of my cabin the first morning I remembered my motherâs fawn-colored jacket with the white wool cuffs and collar and the smell of her wintergreen Life Savers in the left zip pocket. I heard her say my name, my old name, Camila, that only she called me. I felt the slippery seat in her blue Mustang, cold through my tights.
I told him the things that were coming back to me about my mother when I was little: her lemon smell and her gardening gloves with the rubber bumps and her small square toes that cracked when she walked barefoot. Her tortoiseshell headbands that were salty at the tips if you sucked on them.
My body aches from my throat to my groin. I want him to slide his fingers into my bathing suit and make all the heaviness and misery go away. I feel like a hag in a fairy tale, waiting to be made young and supple again.
The air smells like a cocktail party from the seventies, aftershave and martini onions.
Well, what of WL? A â4â I must admit a bit sheepishly. Iâm not going to re-summarize the plot again (read the Amzn description) but an awful lot of is about a 30ish writer scraping by on waitress earnings, and having relationships with unappealing guys. Maybe âunappealingâ guys is too harsh, after all one is a successful writer, another gets our Caseyâs juices flowing just through incidental physical contact, and a third kind of evaporates early on. The author has two kids and a bit of a prickly personality, the other guy has to get away too often, and so we hear a lot about life as a waitress at a popular neighborhood restaurant and its associated characters. And watching five tables at once, some upstairs, some not, all the customersâ wanting checks at the same time etc etc. Interesting at times but it does go on for a bit too long. And she is writing a book. Itâs been six years now.
There are crises that pop now and then and a recent passing that haunts, but Casey finally finishes the book, and this book gets interesting. Very interesting. But not enough to offset the good but not great and occasionally boring first ž.