{"product_id":"emily-alone-isbn-9780143120490","title":"Emily, Alone","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe moving companion novel to \u003ci\u003eHenry, Himself \u003c\/i\u003eand a bittersweet vision of love, family, and aging from bestselling author Stewart O'Nan.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eOnce again making the ordinary and overlooked not merely visible but vital to understanding our own lives, Stewart O'Nan confirms his position as an American master with \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e. A sequel to the bestselling, much-beloved \u003ci\u003eWish You Were Here\u003c\/i\u003e, O'Nan's intimate novel follows Emily Maxwell, a widow whose grown children have long departed. She dreams of visits from her grandchildren while mourning the turnover of her quiet Pittsburgh neighborhood. When her sister-in-law and sole companion, Arlene, faints at their favorite breakfast buffet, Emily's life changes in unexpected ways. As she grapples with her new independence, she discovers a hidden strength and realizes that life always offers new possibilities.\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“O’Nan’s best novel yet . . . It’s heartbreaking stuff—I will confess that I found myself sobbing at certain, often unexpected, points . . . and yet the novel’s brilliance lies just as much in O’Nan’s innate comic timing, which often stems from Emily’s self-imposed isolation from, and disgust with, the modern world. . . . If O’Nan’s earlier novels were influenced by Poe, the specter of Henry James hovers delicately above Emily’s Grafton Street home, insinuating itself into O’Nan’s spiraling, exact sentences and the beautiful, subtle symbolism that permeates the novel.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Emily is as authentic a character as any who ever walked the pages of a novel. She could be our grandmother, our mother, our next-door neighbor, our aunt. Our self . . . In a portrait filled with joy and rue, O’Nan does not wield a wide brush across a vast canvas but, rather, offers an exquisite miniature. Just as Emily prefers Van Gogh’s depiction of a branch of an almond tree over the more spectacular \u003ci\u003eSunflowers\u003c\/i\u003e, so, too, do we readers appreciate an ordinary life made, by its quiet rendering, extraordinary. No matter her—and our—unavoidable end, Emily . . . teaches us that small moments not only count but also endure.”\u003cbr\u003e—Mameve Medwed, \u003ci\u003eThe Boston Globe\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It takes a deft hand to do justice to the ordinary . . . but, if the mundane matters to you, then Stewart O’Nan is your man. . . . O’Nan’s glory as a writer is that he conveys the full force of the quotidian without playing it for slapstick or dressing it up as Profound. . . . \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e [is] moody, lightly comic, and absolutely captivating. . . . With economy, wit, and grace, O’Nan ushers us into the shrinking world of a pleasantly flawed, rather ordinary old woman and keeps us readers transfixed by the everyday miracles of monotony.”\u003cbr\u003e—Maureen Corrigan, \u003ci\u003eFresh Air\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“To say that nothing happens in this [\u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e] is like saying that there’s nothing going on in that glorious room in Amsterdam’s Rijksmuseum where Rembrandt’s numerous portraits of his mother hang. . . . [O’Nan] is a seamless craftsman who specializes in the lives of ordinary people. In Emily Maxwell, O’Nan has created a sturdy everywoman, occasionally blemished by pettiness and disdain for common idiocy, but always striving for a moral equilibrium.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSan Francisco Chronicle\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“As riveting as a fast-paced thriller, albeit one that delves into the life and psyche of an elderly woman.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Miami Herald\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stewart O’Nan’s books are not about poverty, life’s crises, gross injustice, or family drama; in fact, there’s very little drama in his works. He has become a spokesperson—in modern fiction—for the regular person, the working person, and now, the elderly. . . . This is a writer who illuminates moments like that one, moments you never even noticed. . . . O’Nan’s thoroughness is like a skill from another time—a quieter time, when it was easier to listen.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Times\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“O’Nan’s storytelling is as patient and meticulous as his heroine. He illuminates the everyday with splendid precision. Readers who appreciate psychological nuance and fictional filigree will delight in \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003cbr\u003e—Stephen Amidon, \u003ci\u003eThe Globe and Mail\u003c\/i\u003e (Toronto)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Emily stretches for a kind of rediscovery. Throughout she is lovable and heartbreaking and real. When this novel ends, in a moment of great hope and vigor, you’ll find yourself missing her terribly.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (Grade A)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“O’Nan gives each small experience an emotional heft, and he’s supremely skilled at revealing Emily’s emotional investment in every small change in her life. . . . [A] plainspoken but brassy, somber but straight-talking [tone] infuses this entire nervy, elegant book.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eMinneapolis Star Tribune\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[O’Nan] is an author who would drive all around town to avoid running over a single cheap thrill. He subverts our desire for commotion and searches instead for drama in the quotidian motions of survivors. . . . [\u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e] quietly shuffles in where few authors have dared to go. And it’s so humane and so finely executed that I hope it finds those sensitive readers who will appreciate it.”\u003cbr\u003e—Ron Charles in \u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e demonstrates that though the distance between an incredibly boring book and a fascinating one may seem small, it is actually miles wide. It takes a madly inventive writer to make a novel about an old woman’s daily existence as absorbing as this one is.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Daily\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stewart O’Nan is a master of introspection.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Denver Post\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“O’Nan’s book, with great poignancy and humor, offers a rare glimpse into the life of a woman whose life is nearing an end. . . . [Emily is] an irresistible character—funny, flawed, and thoroughly unsentimental about her inevitable fate. . . . In different hands, this might have been a morose book, but it’s actually delightful. O’Nan’s ability to deliver such a flawless portrait of a woman thirty years his senior speaks to his gifts as a writer.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Dallas Morning News\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e, by Stewart O’Nan, is a book of quiet yet stunning beauty; steady and trim from the outside, like its protagonist, and, just like her, stirring inside with deep longings, intense observations, and a strong attachment to living.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Huffington Post\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“O’Nan has the rare ability to make the ordinary seem unordinary in a way that is reminiscent of Updike.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Daily Beast\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Reading \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e made me think of Charles Dickens. This is somewhat incongruous, because Stewart O’Nan’s novels are not crafted out of the complicated, multilayered plots that we associate with Dickens. But O’Nan does share a laserlike observational talent with the Victorian master—one that can shock the reader into a sense that the story is lifted out of one’s own family or even oneself. . . . O’Nan is a true virtuoso. . . . [Emily] is quietly heroic.”\u003cbr\u003e—William Kist in \u003ci\u003eThe Cleveland Plain Dealer\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Mr. O’Nan skillfully and sensitively re-creates Emily’s world, from the city streets she nervously navigates in the car to her fears of illness and death.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePittsburgh Post-Gazette\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Old age treads the thin line between melancholy and mirth in Stewart O’Nan’s marvelous new novel, \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBuffalo News\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“There’s a calm, enveloping tone to the story that belies its unflinching exploration of a woman’s chronically discontented heart. . . . Its chief pleasure comes from unraveling this little old lady’s mess tangle of emotions.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBookPage\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stewart O’Nan may simply be genetically incapable of writing a bad book. His characters are written with precision, intelligence, and verisimilitude; they’re so luminously alive that a reader can accurately guess about what they’re eating for dinner or what brand toothpaste they use. . . . The fact that Stewart O’Nan can take an ‘invisible woman’—someone we nod to pleasantly and hope she won’t engage us in conversation too long—and explore her interior and exterior life is testimony to his skill. Mr. O’Nan writes about every woman . . . and shows that there is no life that can be defined as ordinary.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eMostly Fiction Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e (online)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[\u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e] is an elegant examination of aging, family, and identity with a fine balance of the surprising and the expected. It is at once optimistic and totally realistic, and every page is a joy to read. As a sequel or stand-alone title, \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e is an understated yet powerful character study from one of America’s outstanding storytellers.”\u003cbr\u003e—Bookreporter.com\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[By reading \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e] it is possible that the reader could reach a deeper understanding of the stage of life or the ways that we visit the sins of our parents on our children or of the folly of holding on to outdated patterns of living. When it comes to showing us to ourselves, Stewart O’Nan is a master.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eNew York Journal of Books\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A warmhearted, clear-eyed portrait of a woman in her dotage who understands that life is both awfully long and woefully short, much of it passed in waiting and regret, but never, heaven forbid, about just the past, since ‘every day was another chance.’”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBarnes and Noble Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This exquisite novel plumbs an interior landscape rarely explored in literature . . . It’s testament to O’Nan’s talent than Emily, Alone is a page-turner suffused with vibrancy, humor, even hope.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eMacleans\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Utterly devastating, poignant, so subtle. It is unpardonable that O’Nan is not a household name.”\u003cbr\u003e—Edward Champion via Twitter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Emily Maxwell, in Stewart O’Nan’s terrif \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e, joins India Bridge \u0026amp; Olive Kitteridge as women characters whom you won’t soon forget.”\u003cbr\u003e—Nancy Pearl via Twitter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[A] bracingly unsentimental, ruefully humorous, and unsparingly candid novel about the emotional and physical travails of old age. . . . The closely observed Emily is a sort of contemporary Mrs. Bridge, and O’Nan’s depiction of her attempts to sustain optimism and energy during the late stage of her life achieves a rare resonance.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“O’Nan again proves himself to be the king of detail. What people eat, how they eat it, what they think and say in the midst of eating it—this novel represents an almost minute mapping of the lay of the domestic land as O’Nan the sociological cartographer views it.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“With sympathy and compassion, O’Nan spotlights the plight of aging baby boomers, further enriching our understanding of the human condition.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Another quietly poignant character study from O’Nan . . . Rueful and autumnal, but very moving.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eStewart O'Nan\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of a dozen award-winning novels,  including \u003ci\u003eSnow Angels, A Prayer for the Dying\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eThe Good  Wife\u003c\/i\u003e, as well as several works of nonfiction, including, with  Stephen King, the bestselling \u003ci\u003eFaithful\u003c\/i\u003e. He lives in Pittsburgh.\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“O’Nan’s best novel yet . . . It’s heartbreaking stuff—I will confess that I found myself sobbing at certain, often unexpected, points . . . and yet the novel’s brilliance lies just as much in O’Nan’s innate comic timing, which often stems from Emily’s self-imposed isolation from, and disgust with, the modern world. . . . If O’Nan’s earlier novels were influenced by Poe, the specter of Henry James hovers delicately above Emily’s Grafton Street home, insinuating itself into O’Nan’s spiraling, exact sentences and the beautiful, subtle symbolism that permeates the novel.” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Emily is as authentic a character as any who ever walked the pages of a novel. She could be our grandmother, our mother, our next-door neighbor, our aunt. Our self . . . In a portrait filled with joy and rue, O’Nan does not wield a wide brush across a vast canvas but, rather, offers an exquisite miniature. Just as Emily prefers Van Gogh’s depiction of a branch of an almond tree over the more spectacular \u003ci\u003eSunflowers\u003c\/i\u003e, so, too, do we readers appreciate an ordinary life made, by its quiet rendering, extraordinary. No matter her—and our—unavoidable end, Emily . . . teaches us that small moments not only count but also endure.” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—Mameve Medwed, \u003ci\u003eThe Boston Globe\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It takes a deft hand to do justice to the ordinary . . . but, if the mundane matters to you, then Stewart O’Nan is your man. . . . O’Nan’s glory as a writer is that he conveys the full force of the quotidian without playing it for slapstick or dressing it up as Profound. . . . \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e [is] moody, lightly comic, and absolutely captivating. . . . With economy, wit, and grace, O’Nan ushers us into the shrinking world of a pleasantly flawed, rather ordinary old woman and keeps us readers transfixed by the everyday miracles of monotony.” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—Maureen Corrigan, \u003ci\u003eFresh Air\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“To say that nothing happens in this [\u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e] is like saying that there’s nothing going on in that glorious room in Amsterdam’s Rijksmuseum where Rembrandt’s numerous portraits of his mother hang. . . . [O’Nan] is a seamless craftsman who specializes in the lives of ordinary people. In Emily Maxwell, O’Nan has created a sturdy everywoman, occasionally blemished by pettiness and disdain for common idiocy, but always striving for a moral equilibrium.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSan Francisco Chronicle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“As riveting as a fast-paced thriller, albeit one that delves into the life and psyche of an elderly woman.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Miami Herald\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Stewart O’Nan’s books are not about poverty, life’s crises, gross injustice, or family drama; in fact, there’s very little drama in his works. He has become a spokesperson—in modern fiction—for the regular person, the working person, and now, the elderly. . . . This is a writer who illuminates moments like that one, moments you never even noticed. . . . O’Nan’s thoroughness is like a skill from another time—a quieter time, when it was easier to listen.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“O’Nan’s storytelling is as patient and meticulous as his heroine. He illuminates the everyday with splendid precision. Readers who appreciate psychological nuance and fictional filigree will delight in \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—Stephen Amidon, \u003ci\u003eThe Globe and Mail\u003c\/i\u003e (Toronto)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Emily stretches for a kind of rediscovery. Throughout she is lovable and heartbreaking and real. When this novel ends, in a moment of great hope and vigor, you’ll find yourself missing her terribly.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (Grade A)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“O’Nan gives each small experience an emotional heft, and he’s supremely skilled at revealing Emily’s emotional investment in every small change in her life. . . . [A] plainspoken but brassy, somber but straight-talking [tone] infuses this entire nervy, elegant book.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eMinneapolis Star Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“[O’Nan] is an author who would drive all around town to avoid running over a single cheap thrill. He subverts our desire for commotion and searches instead for drama in the quotidian motions of survivors. . . . [\u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e] quietly shuffles in where few authors have dared to go. And it’s so humane and so finely executed that I hope it finds those sensitive readers who will appreciate it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—Ron Charles in \u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“\u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e demonstrates that though the distance between an incredibly boring book and a fascinating one may seem small, it is actually miles wide. It takes a madly inventive writer to make a novel about an old woman’s daily existence as absorbing as this one is.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Daily\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Stewart O’Nan is a master of introspection.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Denver Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“O’Nan’s book, with great poignancy and humor, offers a rare glimpse into the life of a woman whose life is nearing an end. . . . [Emily is] an irresistible character—funny, flawed, and thoroughly unsentimental about her inevitable fate. . . . In different hands, this might have been a morose book, but it’s actually delightful. O’Nan’s ability to deliver such a flawless portrait of a woman thirty years his senior speaks to his gifts as a writer.” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Dallas Morning News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“\u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e, by Stewart O’Nan, is a book of quiet yet stunning beauty; steady and trim from the outside, like its protagonist, and, just like her, stirring inside with deep longings, intense observations, and a strong attachment to living.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Huffington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“O’Nan has the rare ability to make the ordinary seem unordinary in a way that is reminiscent of Updike.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Daily Beast\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Reading \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e made me think of Charles Dickens. This is somewhat incongruous, because Stewart O’Nan’s novels are not crafted out of the complicated, multilayered plots that we associate with Dickens. But O’Nan does share a laserlike observational talent with the Victorian master—one that can shock the reader into a sense that the story is lifted out of one’s own family or even oneself. . . . O’Nan is a true virtuoso. . . . [Emily] is quietly heroic.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—William Kist in \u003ci\u003eThe Cleveland Plain Dealer\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Mr. O’Nan skillfully and sensitively re-creates Emily’s world, from the city streets she nervously navigates in the car to her fears of illness and death.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePittsburgh Post-Gazette\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Old age treads the thin line between melancholy and mirth in Stewart O’Nan’s marvelous new novel, \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBuffalo News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“There’s a calm, enveloping tone to the story that belies its unflinching exploration of a woman’s chronically discontented heart. . . . Its chief pleasure comes from unraveling this little old lady’s mess tangle of emotions.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBookPage\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Stewart O’Nan may simply be genetically incapable of writing a bad book. His characters are written with precision, intelligence, and verisimilitude; they’re so luminously alive that a reader can accurately guess about what they’re eating for dinner or what brand toothpaste they use. . . . The fact that Stewart O’Nan can take an ‘invisible woman’—someone we nod to pleasantly and hope she won’t engage us in conversation too long—and explore her interior and exterior life is testimony to his skill. Mr. O’Nan writes about every woman . . . and shows that there is no life that can be defined as ordinary.” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eMostly Fiction Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e (online)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“[\u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e] is an elegant examination of aging, family, and identity with a fine balance of the surprising and the expected. It is at once optimistic and totally realistic, and every page is a joy to read. As a sequel or stand-alone title, \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e is an understated yet powerful character study from one of America’s outstanding storytellers.” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—Bookreporter.com\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“[By reading \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e] it is possible that the reader could reach a deeper understanding of the stage of life or the ways that we visit the sins of our parents on our children or of the folly of holding on to outdated patterns of living. When it comes to showing us to ourselves, Stewart O’Nan is a master.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eNew York Journal of Books\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“A warmhearted, clear-eyed portrait of a woman in her dotage who understands that life is both awfully long and woefully short, much of it passed in waiting and regret, but never, heaven forbid, about just the past, since ‘every day was another chance.’”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBarnes and Noble Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“This exquisite novel plumbs an interior landscape rarely explored in literature . . . It’s testament to O’Nan’s talent than Emily, Alone is a page-turner suffused with vibrancy, humor, even hope.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eMacleans\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Utterly devastating, poignant, so subtle. It is unpardonable that O’Nan is not a household name.” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—Edward Champion via Twitter\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Emily Maxwell, in Stewart O’Nan’s terrif \u003ci\u003eEmily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e, joins India Bridge \u0026amp; Olive Kitteridge as women characters whom you won’t soon forget.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—Nancy Pearl via Twitter\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“[A] bracingly unsentimental, ruefully humorous, and unsparingly candid novel about the emotional and physical travails of old age. . . . The closely observed Emily is a sort of contemporary Mrs. Bridge, and O’Nan’s depiction of her attempts to sustain optimism and energy during the late stage of her life achieves a rare resonance.” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“O’Nan again proves himself to be the king of detail. What people eat, how they eat it, what they think and say in the midst of eating it—this novel represents an almost minute mapping of the lay of the domestic land as O’Nan the sociological cartographer views it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“With sympathy and compassion, O’Nan spotlights the plight of aging baby boomers, further enriching our understanding of the human condition.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Another quietly poignant character study from O’Nan . . . Rueful and autumnal, but very moving.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePENGUIN BOOKS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEMILY, ALONE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eStewart O’Nan is the author of fourteen novels, including \u003ci\u003eThe Odds; Emily, Alone\u003c\/i\u003e; and \u003ci\u003eLast Night at the Lobster\u003c\/i\u003e, as well as several works of nonfiction, including, with Stephen King, the bestselling \u003ci\u003eFaithful\u003c\/i\u003e. He was born and raised in Pittsburgh, where he lives with his family.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eALSO BY STEWART O’NAN\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFICTION\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eSongs for the Missing\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eLast Night at the Lobster\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Good Wife\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Night Country\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eWish You Were Here\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEveryday People\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eA Prayer for the Dying\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eA World Away\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Speed Queen\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Names of the Dead\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eSnow Angels\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eIn the Walled City\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNONFICTION\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eFaithful\u003c\/i\u003e (with Stephen King) \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Circus Fire\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Vietnam Reader\u003c\/i\u003e (editor) \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eOn Writers and Writing, by John Gardner\u003c\/i\u003e (editor)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSCREENPLAY\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003ePoe\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTable of Contents\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003ePraise for\u003c\/i\u003e Emily, Alone\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eAbout the Author\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eTitle Page\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eCopyright Page\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eDedication\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eEpigraph\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTWO-FOR-ONE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJUST VISITING\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMYSTERIES OF THE BRAIN\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE VIEW FROM THE FIFTH FLOOR\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCLOSE TO NORMAL\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE RESURRECTION\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePILGRIMS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE BELLE OF THE BALL\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE DAY OF REST\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eKINDRED SPIRITS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFAMILY PICTURES\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eALL-WHEEL DRIVE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHIGHWAY ROBBERY\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eKLEENEX\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEXTRAVAGANCE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHRISTMAS CHEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE BUSIEST DAY OF THE YEAR\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePRESS FOR ASSISTANCE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE HOSTESS WITH THE MOSTEST\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEARTHLY POSSESSIONS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE GIFT\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHOUSEKEEPING\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUNDER THE WEATHER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eINGRATITUDE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFORGETFULNESS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eMYSTERY!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePF\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBEE MINE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA BAD HABIT\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEXPRESSIONS OF SYMPATHY\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE DAMAGE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSPRING AHEAD\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE FLOWER SHOW\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE PROBLEM WITH GOOD FRIDAY\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCURIOUS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE GROWN-UP TABLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePOWER OF ATTORNEY\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e392\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE CRUELEST MONTH\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eALMOND BLOSSOMS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDRIVE-BY\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE VIRTUAL TOUR\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE LESSER OF TWO EVILS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE MYSTERY OF MARCIA COLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBETTER OR WORSE?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWHITE ELEPHANTS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eINNOCENT VICTIMS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLOVE, EMILY\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE START OF THE SEASON\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTUBBY TATERS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCYD CHARISSE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIMPROVEMENTS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHARD TO KILL\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOLD HOME DAYS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEXIT, STAGE LEFT\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eFor my mother, \u003cbr\u003ewho took me to the bookmobile\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCould it be, even for elderly people, that this was life—startling, unexpected, unknown?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—Virginia Woolf\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eTWO-FOR-ONE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eT\u003c\/b\u003euesdays, Emily Maxwell put what precious little remained of her life in God’s and her sister-in-law Arlene’s shaky hands and they drove together to Edgewood for Eat ’n Park’s two-for-one breakfast buffet. The Sunday \u003ci\u003ePost-Gazette\u003c\/i\u003e, among its myriad other pleasures, had coupons. The rest of the week she might have nothing but melba toast and tea for breakfast, maybe peel herself a clementine for some vitamin C, but the deal was too good to pass up, and served as a built-in excuse to get out of the house. Dr. Sayid was always saying she needed to eat more.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt wasn’t far—a few miles through East Liberty and Point Breeze and Regent Square on broad streets they knew like old friends—but the trip was a test of Emily’s nerves. Arlene’s eyes weren’t the best, and her attention to the outside world was directly affected by whatever conversation they were engaged in. When she concentrated on a thought, she drove more slowly, making them the object of honking, and once, recently, from a middle-aged woman who looked surprisingly like Emily’s daughter Margaret, the finger.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Obviously I must have done something,” Arlene had said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Obviously,” Emily agreed, though she could have cited a whole list. It did no good to criticize Arlene after the fact, no matter how constructively. The best you could do was hold on and not gasp at the close calls.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the beginning they’d taken turns, but, honestly, as atrocious as Arlene was, Emily trusted herself even less. Henry had always done the driving in the family. It was a point of pride with him. When he was dying, he insisted on driving to the hospital for his chemo himself. It was only on the way home, with Henry sick and silent beside her, bent over a plastic bowl in his lap, that Emily piloted his massive Olds down the corkscrewing  ramps of the medical center’s parking garage, terrified she’d scrape the sides against the scarred concrete walls. For several years she used the old boat to do her solitary errands, never venturing outside of the triangle described by the bank, the library and the Giant Eagle, but after a run-in with a fire hydrant, followed quickly by another with a Duquesne Light truck, she admitted—bitterly, since it went against her innate thriftiness—that maybe taking taxis was the better part of valor. Now the Olds sat out back in the garage with her rusty golf clubs as if decommissioned, the windshield dusty, the tires soft. She wasn’t a fan of the bus, and Arlene had made a standing offer of her Taurus, itself a boxy if less grand antique. The joke among their circle was that she’d become Emily’s chauffeur, though, as that circle shrank, fewer and fewer people knew their history, to the point where, having the same last name, they were sometimes introduced by the well-meaning young, at a University Club function or after one of Donald Wilkins’s wonderful organ recitals at Calvary, as sisters, a notion Arlene though not Emily found wildly amusing.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eToday, as always, Arlene was late. It was gray and raining, typical November weather for Pittsburgh, and Emily stood at the living room’s bay window, leaning over the low radiator and holding the sheer curtain aside. The storm window was spotted and dirty. A few weekends ago, her nextdoor neighbor Jim Cole had generously hung them, but he’d failed to clean them properly, and now there was nothing to be done until the spring. She would spend a morning tending to them herself, the way her mother had taught her, with vinegar and water, wiping them streak-free with newsprint, but that was months off.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOutside, the trees and hedges along Grafton Street were bare and black, and the low sky made it feel like late afternoon instead of morning. The Millers’ was still for sale. Their leaves hadn’t been picked up yet, and lay smothering the yard, a dark, sodden mass. She wondered who would be looking to buy this time of year. The last she’d heard, Kay Miller was in an assisted living place over in Aspinwall, but that had been in August. Emily thought she should visit her, though in truth it was the last thing she wanted to do.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen she thought of fashionable, flighty Kay Miller in a place like the  one in Aspinwall, she couldn’t help but picture Louise Pickering’s final hospital room. 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