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Jennifer Vanderbes
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Praise for Strangers at the Feast:
The incomparable Jennifer Vanderbes has done it again. Training her sights on the intimate
workings of a single suburban every-family, she manages to invoke the whole history of a
continent, while simultaneously engaging some of the thorniest questions of our times. This is a
book that dares to ask: What went wrong, and right, in America? Gorgeously written and
uncompromising in its vision, STRANGERS AT THE FEAST is more than a great novel. It's an
important one. Justin Cronin, Author of THE PASSAGE
STRANGERS AT THE FEAST is a novel of collision courses. Here is a neurotic family trying
as best they can to make it through Thanksgiving. Here are a pair of hapless burglars. Here are
husbands and wives, parents and children, whose perspectives place them in different universes.
Jennifer Vanderbes weaves these vectors together with magical, jaw-dropping fluidity. The book
has the mordant, hilarious observations of high comedy, and the compassion of a tragic character
study, and the page-turning suspense of a thriller. I flew through this wonderful novel and I can't
wait to read it again. Dan Chaon, author of AWAIT YOUR REPLY
Vanderbes has written an absorbing and suspenseful story about the dynamics of family,
generational misunderstandings, and the desperate ways one copes with both the arbitrariness of
fate and the consequences of one's choices. Library Journal (starred review)
Jennifer Vanderbes does that rare thing in a novel: she stands back and lets her characters talk.
STRANGERS AT THE FEAST is filled with smart conversation, as well as humor, depth,
sorrow and surprise. This is a big and satisfying book. Meg Wolitzer, author of TEN YEAR
NAP
"Elegant and insightful and delightfully precise...Jennifer Vanderbes' Strangers At The Feast is a
bona-fide delicacy." -John Wray, author of LOWBOY
An inventively plotted, highly readable novel about white Americans overweening sense of
entitlement. Booklist
Prologue
ELEANOR
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Eleanor sulked for months. By flashlight she read Romeo and Juliet and
soaked her pillow with tears; she cut her hair in a bob and declared
she would join a convent. But when, a couple of years later, Howard
proposed to a girl from his synagogue, and Eleanor met Gavin on
Cape Cod, she knewthough she certainly didnt admit itthat her
mother had been right.
It was 1968 and Gavin had just graduated fromYale. From her raft
in the ocean Eleanor had seen him running on the beach, kicking up
sand. He seemed led by his chin, his blond hair blown back in the
breeze. A while later, when she came splashing out of the water, he
lay sideways on the sand, reading. He set down his book and smiled.
Someone pinch me.
Im not falling for that, she said.
Ah, the mermaid speaks. But does she go to restaurants?
That night, over lobster rolls and fried clams, they squeezed
lemon wedges and licked their sour fingertips and spoke about what
they wanted to do with their lives. Or Gavin spoke, and Eleanor
listened. She didnt know what she wanted to do, but she loved the
way he talkedabout his heroes, people like John Kenneth Gal-
braith, John F. Kennedy, and his own father, who had been a two-
term mayor of their Massachusetts town. He confessed to funny
habits, like keeping track of the votes of Supreme Court Justices. He
said he had his best ideas when he was running long distances, that
the world became crystal clear in the sixth mile, that he could see his
future. He said he either wanted to be a public defender or a profes-
sor. He hated hypocrisy and laziness.
Eleanor said she didnt really hate anything.
Afterward they drove to the beach and Gavin pulled apart pieces
of saltwater taffy, which they each chewed in a giggling race to name
the flavor: cinnamon, bubble gum, peach. The smell of barnacles and
wooden docks and sea foam brushed warmly over Eleanors face.
From the trunk Gavin pulled out a violin and played Bachs Arioso and
people in nearby cars turned off their engines and climbed onto their
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hoods to listen. He seemed the most passionate and dazzling man she
had ever met.
This, of course, was before the war.
Stick it out, her mother said after they had married and Gavin
returned from Vietnam, sullen and withdrawn. A lot of war wives
were whispering about divorce. A classmate from Wellesley had paid
a weeks typing-pool wages to talk to a lawyer, then slipped Eleanor
his business card, insisting she wasnt going to spend the rest of her
life married to some nut job who threw kitchen knives at the sofa:
The foam is popping out everywhere!
Would that be Eleanors life? No, her mother said. Make the coffee
and iron his shirts. Serve him steak au poivre with baked potatoes and
kiss him before bed. Say yes if he wants to touch you, even if you are
sleeping. Dont ask whats wrong. Pretend everything is fine and soon
enough, it will be. There were few marital problems, she added, that
couldnt be cured with a baby.
Eleanor said she didnt think Gavin wanted a baby.
Her mother said, Thats why God made safety pins.
Her mother was dying, and Eleanor feared the dual blows of being
orphaned and divorced.
She got pregnant. They had Douglas, then Ginny. They moved to
Westport, Connecticut.
Their life progressed with a deliberate contentment. She tended
their new house, raised the childrenbut Gavin remained remote.
There were no violin serenades, few compliments. He spent his
mornings jogging miles in the dark, before the sun was up, and in the
evenings he pressed his eye to his large black telescope and gaped at
the moon.
There better not be a naked lady up there, shed joke.
He brought home a solid paycheck from Reynolds Insurance,
along with an annual sales bonus that allowed them a modest one-
week vacation in Newport, and on her birthday each year, a bouquet
of pink roses. He never threw knives at the furniture, never stumbled
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