By Wally Lamb
We Are Water is a disquieting and eventually uplifting novel a couple of marriage, a relatives, and human resilience within the face of tragedy, from Wally Lamb, the New York occasions bestselling writer of The Hour I First Believed and I understand This a lot Is True.
After 27 years of marriage and 3 young ones, Anna Oh—wife, mom, outsider artist—has fallen in love with Viveca, the rich new york paintings broker who orchestrated her luck. They plan to wed within the Oh family’s native land of 3 Rivers in Connecticut. however the marriage ceremony provokes a few very combined reactions and opens a Pandora’s field of poisonous secrets—dark and painful truths that experience festered less than the skin of the Ohs’ lives.
We Are Water is a layered portrait of marriage, relations, and the inexorable desire for knowing and connection, advised within the alternating voices of the Ohs—nonconformist, Anna; her ex-husband, Orion, a psychologist; Ariane, the do-gooder daughter, and her dual, Andrew, the rebellious purely son; and free-spirited Marissa, the youngest. it's also a portrait of contemporary the USA, exploring problems with classification, altering social mores, the legacy of racial violence, and the character of creativity and art.
With humor and compassion, Wally Lamb brilliantly captures the essence of human adventure and the ways that we look for love and that means in our lives.
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One evening while she bought domestic, Minnie acknowledged, she placed the most important within the lock, opened the door, and smelled chocolate. The Spanish child, who’s now not speculated to go away Africa by way of himself, had performed simply that. Left to his personal units, Africa had gotten the brilliant concept to take a tub in cocoa. “He run sizzling water, then sell off this complete sizeable can of Swiss pass over that I acquired reasonable on the flea marketplace end result of the gone-by date. ” Minnie was once headachy and puppy drained, she acknowledged, and whilst she observed Africa sitting in all that chocolate bathwater, she beat him foolish, splashing cocoa each which approach. “He cryin’ so challenging, he supply hisself a bronchial asthma ’tack and that i say, ‘Where your inhaler at? ’ And he move, whereas he wheezin’ away, he cross, ‘It in class, Mama. ’ And so we prove on the emergency for 2, 3 hour. when we get domestic, I placed him to mattress and begin cleanin’ up all that mess. appear like no mo’ than a number of hours cross by way of ahead of I needed to get up, enable Oswaldo in cuz he be bangin’ at the door—on time for as soon as. by the point I acquired prepared, I needed to run to seize that bus. ” That’s one other factor Minnie doesn’t understand we've got in universal: that I used to hit my boy, too. Andrew, the second-born of my twins. terrible, candy Andrew, who seemed so attractive whilst he slept. Who, regardless of these wallopings, constantly stored my tirades from his father. His sisters did, too. Why was once that? i'm wondering. have been they being protecting of me? have been they afraid that, in the event that they informed, i'd flip my anger on them, too? Or that I’d be taken away—carted off by means of the specialists the best way i used to be while i used to be a bit lady? No, that was once my worry, no longer theirs. . . . Of the 3 youngsters, Andrew’s the single with the main O’Day in him. This? Oh, yeah, I fell off my motorcycle and bumped my head at the sidewalk, Dad. . . . Me and Jay Jay have been horsing round over at his condo. It’s only a black and blue mark, Dad. It’s no substantial deal. If I hadn’t identified the place these conflict scars particularly got here from, i would have believed him, too. I didn’t wish Andrew to enlist; I begged him to not. each evening prior to i am going to mattress, i am getting down on my knees, make the signal of the move, and ask Jesus to delight, please spare Andrew from being deployed to Iraq or Afghanistan. occasionally i am getting scared that God or karma or whoever or whatever’s in command of retribution can pay me again for a way I singled him out. Or simply because I walked clear of my marriage. It amuses Viveca, i believe, to determine me praying; she doesn’t think in God. “What is it you’re praying for? ” she requested me one evening, and that i stored it obscure. “World peace,” I acknowledged. yet more often than not what i urge God for is my son’s protection. Please, I pray, enable me die if i must, yet spare my son. enable Andrew no longer need to visit both of these areas and be killed. ok, I inform myself. If you’re unlikely into paintings back this present day, then do anything else. It’s after 11 already. cross all the way down to the foyer and get the mail. fee your email. Viveca’s two-day-old message is titled Mykonos! I click it. “Here’s the villa the place we’ll be staying,” it says. “Have a glance. ” In defiance, I make a decision to not open the attachment—those images she wishes me to work out.