{"product_id":"great-expectations-isbn-9780593448236","title":"Great Expectations","description":"\u003cb\u003eNATIONAL BESTSELLER • A historic presidential campaign changes the trajectory of a young Black man’s life in this “coming of age story that captures the soul of America” (\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e), the debut novel from one of \u003ci\u003eThe New Yorker\u003c\/i\u003e magazine’s young stars and Pulitzer Prize finalist Vinson Cunningham.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Brilliantly written, piercingly smart, quietly subversive, \u003ci\u003eGreat Expectations\u003c\/i\u003e will be one of the talked-about novels of the year.”—Colum McCann, author of \u003ci\u003eLet the Great World Spin\u003c\/i\u003e, winner of the National Book Award\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Best Book of the Year (So Far): \u003ci\u003eElle, Vox\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eTown \u0026amp; Country\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eI’d seen the Senator speak a few times before my life got caught up, however distantly, with his, but the first time I can remember paying real attention was when he delivered the speech announcing his run for the Presidency.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen David first hears the Senator from Illinois speak, he feels deep ambivalence. Intrigued by the Senator’s idealistic rhetoric, David also wonders how he’ll balance the fervent belief and inevitable compromises it will take to become the United States’ first Black president.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eGreat Expectations\u003c\/i\u003e is about David’s eighteen months working for the Senator's presidential campaign. Along the way David meets a myriad of people who raise a set of questions—questions of history, art, race, religion, and fatherhood—that force David to look at his own life anew and come to terms with his identity as a young Black man and father in America.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMeditating on politics and politicians, religion and preachers, fathers and family, \u003ci\u003eGreat Expectations \u003c\/i\u003eis both an emotionally resonant coming-of-age story and a rich novel of ideas, marking the arrival of a major new writer.“Rarer is a debut that announces a talent like Cunningham’s.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“One of the smartest and most involving political novels I’ve read in ages.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Vinson Cunningham’s sparkling debut novel, set during the Obama campaign, earns its comparisons to Henry James.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSlate\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Expertly captures a distinct moment in American history.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eTown \u0026amp; Country\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An innovative, resolutely distinctive book . . . ceaselessly searching and inventive . . . indispensable.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Nation\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Cunningham’s remarkable first novel matches the scale of its namesake.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Alive in its intellectual detours, with Cunningham considering religion, race, sex, film, politics, fatherhood, and more . . . A top-shelf intellectual bildungsroman.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Brilliantly written, piercingly smart, quietly subversive, \u003ci\u003eGreat Expectations\u003c\/i\u003e will be one of the talked-about novels of the year.”\u003cb\u003e—Colum McCann, author of \u003ci\u003eLet the Great World Spin\u003c\/i\u003e, winner of the National Book Award\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The aptly titled \u003ci\u003eGreat Expectations \u003c\/i\u003eannounces Vinson Cunningham as a novelist of singular style, wit, and ambition. Read \u003ci\u003eGreat Expectations\u003c\/i\u003e and see our recent past, our present, and even our future anew.”\u003cb\u003e—Angela Flournoy, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Turner House\u003c\/i\u003e, finalist for the National Book Award\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Vinson Cunningham’s \u003ci\u003eGreat Expectations\u003c\/i\u003e is epic, intimate, and brimming with brilliance. [It’s] is a phenomenal, transfixing work, and Cunningham is a singular, dazzling writer.”\u003cb\u003e—Bryan Washington, author of \u003ci\u003eFamily Meal\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eMemorial\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In \u003ci\u003eGreat Expectations\u003c\/i\u003e, gospel is both a formative rhythm and a means of seduction. Cunningham writes thoughtfully about aspiration, fatalism, and the complexity of bearing witness to the creation of a mythology. I always look forward to reading his work.”\u003cb\u003e—Raven Leilani, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eLuster\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Recent history becomes both thrillingly vivid and achingly past in Vinson Cunningham’s spellbinding debut novel, \u003ci\u003eGreat Expectations\u003c\/i\u003e. A coming-of-age novel of the richest, most expansive kind, it’s a rare debut, one that feels both intimate and revelatory.”\u003cb\u003e—Megan Abbott, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Turnout\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An electrifying first novel and bildungsroman of consummate artistry and sensitivity, honed vision and wit.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Booklist \u003c\/i\u003e(starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eGreat Expectations\u003c\/i\u003e tackles questions of politics, race, religion, and family with Cunningham’s characteristic poise and insight.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Millions\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The vivid attention to detail in \u003ci\u003eGreat Expectations \u003c\/i\u003ecreates a singular, and sobering, mood—an ambient rumination on the recent, and seemingly very distant, past.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Boston Globe\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eVinson Cunningham\u003c\/b\u003e is a staff writer and a television critic at \u003ci\u003eThe New Yorker \u003c\/i\u003eand a Pulitzer Prize Finalist. He co-hosts the podcast “Critics at Large” and his writing has appeared in \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Fader\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eVulture\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Awl,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eMcSweeney’s\u003c\/i\u003e. A former staffer on Barack Obama’s first presidential campaign and in his White House, Cunningham has taught at Sarah Lawrence College, the Yale School of Art, and Columbia University’s School of the Arts. He lives in New York City.\u003cb\u003e1\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e I’d seen the Senator speak a few times before my life got caught up, however distantly, with his, but the first time I can remember paying real attention was when he delivered the speech announcing his run for the presidency. He spoke before the pillars of the Illinois statehouse, where, something like a century and a half earlier, Abraham Lincoln had performed the same ritual. The Senator brought his elegant wife and young daughters onstage when he made his entrance. A song by U2 played as they waved. All four wore long coats and breathed ghosts of visible vapor into the cold February morning. It was as frigid and sunny out there in Springfield as it was almost a thousand miles away, where I sat alone, hollering distance from the northern woods of Central Park, watching the Senator on TV.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Giving all praise and honor to God for bringing us together here today,” he began. I recognized that black-­pulpit touch immediately, and felt almost flattered by the feeling—­new to me—­of being pandered to so directly by someone who so nakedly wanted something in return. It was later reported that he had spent the moments before the address praying in a circle with his family and certain friends, including the light-­skinned stentor who was his pastor in Chicago. Perhaps the churchy greeting was a case of spillover from the sound of the pastor’s prayer. Or—­and from the vantage of several years, this seems by far the likelier answer—­the Senator had begun, even then, at the outset of his campaign, to understand his supporters, however small their number at that point, as congregants, as members of a mystical body, their bonds invisible but real. They waved and stretched their arms toward the stage; some lifted red, white, and blue signs emblazoned with his name in a sleek sans serif. The whole thing seemed aimed at making you cry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I wonder now (this, again, with all the benefit and distortion of hindsight) whether these first words of the campaign and their hungry reception by the crowd were the sharpest harbinger—more than demography or conscious strategy—­of the victory to come. Toward the end of the speech, during a stream of steadily intensifying clauses whose final pooling was a plea to join him in the work of renewal, he wondered “if you”—­the assembled—­“feel destiny calling.” In bidding goodbye, he said, “Thank you,” and then, more curiously, “I love you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Despite his references, overt and otherwise, to Lincoln—­and, more gingerly, to King—­his closer resemblance was to John Winthrop making phrases on the ship \u003ci\u003eArbella,\u003c\/i\u003e assuring his fellow travelers that the religion by whose light they’d left Europe in 1630 could cross spheres, from the personally salvific to the civic and concrete. If you could love God and love your neighbor, Winthrop promised, you could build a city, too, and that city could be a great monument to the Beloved. That swift motion—­God to \u003ci\u003epolis\u003c\/i\u003e and back up, shiningly, to God—­made Winthrop an unintentional paganizer. His attempt to subjugate politics to sacred things had only, over time, made the holy more worldly, more easily used by the likes of the Senator. I was only freewheelingly guessing; feeling bright, disconnected, and experimental; trying to bring a few loose intimations into closer communion with one another—­but I thought I sensed a quality similar to Winthrop’s in the Senator. Or maybe, I thought, doubling back as I’ve always done, he was the well-­developed melody of which Winthrop was the earliest theme. The Senator had invoked God at the top of his text, a numbingly common move in these settings, and sounded comfortable, even natural, doing it, which was becoming somewhat more rare. He seemed to have resolved an older generation’s jittery and overscrupulous tension about church and state. He’d figured out how to say aloud and with good cheer and without seeming to be some nationalist-­imperialist pervert what had been implicit for too long: that now we had a country that could more or less plausibly claim—­as much by dint of its world-­shredding misdeeds as by its misty glories—­not to serve God but to \u003ci\u003ebe\u003c\/i\u003e God. Render unto Caesar and rest your conscience. Without any off-­putting intensity, the Senator insisted, above all, on faith. “In my heart I know you didn’t just come here for me,” he said. “You came here because you \u003ci\u003ebelieve\u003c\/i\u003e in what this country can be.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Your Love Keeps Lifting Me” played him off the stage. The campaign, just beginning, was still a scarcely glimpsed frontier. I can’t say that I thought he would win.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I realize only now, too late for it to matter much, that the Senator reminded me of my pastor, who had died not long before the beginning of the campaign and, in those days, was often on my mind. Both men were tall and skinny, both hooked their thumbs slightly and used their other outstretched fingers as scythes cutting syntax into the air. Both had the complexion of a cardboard box left out to bleach in the sun. The pastor wore glasses, like I did, but the Senator didn’t. Both had smooth, flexible voices that could sound rough in a pinch. Their similarities aside, though, that enigmatic word—­\u003ci\u003edestiny\u003c\/i\u003e—­must have put me in mind of my pastor, too. I can remember one Friday night, many years earlier—­I must have been twelve—­at a Bible-­study session in the former Elks lodge in Harlem where our church held its services. My pastor had slowly paced the two long aisles of the church. Wearing a zip-­up sweater and soft slacks instead of his Sunday robes, he gave a long disquisition on a topic he loved: the many ways in which the future belonged to God. We believed in predestination, he said, not in destiny; the latter word, despite what it shared in etymology with the former, contained no implication of an Author, and had therefore been co-­opted by the squishy New Age. As he talked, he held the microphone loosely but securely, like how good tennis players hold the racket. He looked around the room, catching gazes and letting them drop, smiling prettily even as he unfolded mysteries that terrified me. The truth, he said, was that your life—­and \u003ci\u003ethis\u003c\/i\u003e was freedom—­was a gesture minutely choreographed by God. To seek salvation required free will, but the one who had planted, and could count, the hairs on your head had also engineered your mechanisms of choice. Your heart could open only if He’d given it a hinge. 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