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Lehane knows when to pull back and take his time with the story, and when to up the tension and white-knuckle it to the finish.
On a Tuesday in May, in her thirty-seventh year, Rachel shot her husband dead.' Who wouldn't want to keep reading Since We Fell after a throat-grabbing opening line like that? And the novel will take us back to this point, eventually, but not before we learn exactly how Rachel got there.
This is how long I have been reading Dennis Lehane: I remember where I was, to the day and location, when I bo...
The new novel from Dennis Lehane, bestselling author of Mystic River and Shutter Island.
"Lehane is the master of complex human characters thrust into suspenseful, page-turning situations."
Since We Fell follows Rachel Childs, a former journalist who, after an on-air mental breakdown, now lives as a virtual shut-in. In all other respects, however, she enjoys an ideal li...
On a Tuesday in May, in her thirty-fifth year, Rachel shot her husband dead. He stumbled backward with an odd look of confirmation on his face, as if some part of him had always known she'd do it.
He looked surprised too. She assumed she did as well.
Her mother wouldn't have been surprised.
Her mother, who never married, wrote a famous book on how to stay married. The chapters were named after stages Elizabeth Childs, Ph.D., had identified in any relationship that began in a state of mutual attraction. The book was entitled The Staircase and became so successful that her mother was convinced (she'd say "coerced") into writing two sequels, Reclimbing the Staircase and Steps of the Staircase: A Workbook, each of which sold more poorly than the last.
Privately, her mother thought all three books were "emotionally adolescent snake oil," but she reserved a wistful fondness forThe Staircase because she hadn't been aware, when she was writing it, how little she actually knew. She said this to Rachel when Rachel was ten. That same summer, late into her afternoon cocktails, she told her, "A man is the stories he tells about himself, and most of those stories are lies. Never look too closely. If you uncover his lies, it'll humiliate you both. Best to just live with the bullshit."