{"product_id":"the-great-believers-isbn-9780735223530","title":"The Great Believers","description":"\u003cb\u003ePULITZER PRIZE FINALIST\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eNATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eA \u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES \u003c\/i\u003eTOP 10 BOOK OF 2018\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eLOS ANGELES TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BOOK PRIZE WINNER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eALA CARNEGIE MEDAL WINNER\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE STONEWALL BOOK AWARD WINNER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSoon to Be a Major Television Event, optioned by Amy Poehler • \u003cb\u003eOne of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e’s 100 Best Books of the 21st Century\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A page turner . . . An absorbing and emotionally riveting story about what it’s like to live during times of crisis.” \u003ci\u003e—The New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA dazzling novel of friendship and redemption in the face of tragedy and loss set in 1980s Chicago and contemporary Paris\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn 1985, Yale Tishman, the development director for an art gallery in Chicago, is about to pull off an amazing coup, bringing in an extraordinary collection of 1920s paintings as a gift to the gallery. Yet as his career begins to flourish, the carnage of the AIDS epidemic grows around him. One by one, his friends are dying and after his friend Nico’s funeral, the virus circles closer and closer to Yale himself. Soon the only person he has left is Fiona, Nico’s little sister.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThirty years later, Fiona is in Paris tracking down her estranged daughter who disappeared into a cult. While staying with an old friend, a famous photographer who documented the Chicago crisis, she finds herself finally grappling with the devastating ways AIDS affected her life and her relationship with her daughter. The two intertwining stories take us through the heartbreak of the eighties and the chaos of the modern world, as both Yale and Fiona struggle to find goodness in the midst of disaster.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eNamed a Best Book of 2018 by \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003ci\u003e NPR\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eSan Francisco Chronicle\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Boston Globe\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBuzzfeed\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Seattle Times\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBustle\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNewsday\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eAM New York\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBookPage\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eSt. Louis Post-Dispatch\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eLit Hub\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, New York Public Library and Chicago Public Library \u003c\/b\u003e\"Rebecca Makkai’s \u003ci\u003eThe Great Believers\u003c\/i\u003e is a page turner... among the first novels to chronicle the AIDS epidemic from its initial outbreak to the present—among the first to convey the terrors and tragedies of the epidemic’s early years as well as its course and repercussions...An absorbing and emotionally riveting story about what it’s like to live during times of crisis.\"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Makkai knits themes of loss, betrayal, friendship and survival into a powerful story of people struggling to keep their humanity in dire circumstances.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—People Magazine\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e“Cultural revolutions of the past painfully reverberate in Rebecca Makkai’s deft third novel, \u003ci\u003eThe Great Believers\u003c\/i\u003e, which captures both the devastation of the AIDS crisis in 1980s Chicago and the emotional aftershocks of those losses.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Vogue\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"A striking, emotional journey... Makkai creates a powerful, unforgettable meditation, not on death, but rather on the power and gift of life. This novel will undoubtedly touch the hearts and minds of readers.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Publishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Tearjerker… \u003ci\u003eThe Great Believers\u003c\/i\u003e asks big questions about redemption, tragedy, and connection. Makkai has written her most ambitious novel yet.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Entertainment Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“\u003ci\u003eThe Great Believers\u003c\/i\u003e soars…magnificent…Makkai has full command of her multi-generational perspective, and by its end, \u003ci\u003eThe Great Believers\u003c\/i\u003e offers a grand fusion of the past and the present, the public and the personal. It’s remarkably alive despite all the loss it encompasses.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Chicago Tribune\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Beautiful, tender, harrowing... [\u003ci\u003eThe Great Believers\u003c\/i\u003e] is a vivid, passionate, heart-wrenching story.\"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Wall Street Journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Compulsively readable…a relentless engine mowing back and forth across decades, zooming in on subtlest physical and emotional nuances of dozens of characters, missing no chance to remind us what’s at stake.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—San Francisco Chronicle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “At turns heartbreaking and hopeful, the novel brings the first years of the AIDS epidemic into very immediate view, in a manner that will seem nostalgic to some and revelatory to others…Makkai's sweeping fourth novel shows the compassion of chosen families and the tension and distance that can exist in our birth ones.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Sure to become a classic Chicago novel…a deft, harrowing novel that’s as beautiful as its cover.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eChicago Review of Books\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“The latest novel from the stunningly versatile Makkai…Focused on a group of friends, lovers, and family outcasts, the book highlights the way tragic illness shifts the courses of people’s lives—and how its touch forever lingers on those left behind.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eHarper’s Bazaar\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“A devastating contemplation of love and loss…evokes the epidemic's horrors, yes, but also the profound acts of generosity it sparked.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003eOprah.com, “O’s Top Books of Summer”\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Deeply moving…Makkai does an excellent job of capturing the jaded, ironic and affectionately jibing small talk of a group of cultured gay friends in the Reagan era…[Captures] a group of friends in a particular time and place with humor and compassion. Conversations among her gay male characters feel very real — not too flamboyant, not too serious, always morbidly witty. It's hard not to get drawn into this circle of promising young men as they face their brutally premature extinction.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Newsday\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Two distinct narratives intertwine ingeniously…The stories meet up to heartbreaking effect.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—New York Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A poignant, historical journey through a virus’s outbreak and legacy.”—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eConde Nast Traveler\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Rebecca Makkai’s beautiful (literally—look at that cover!) novel takes us to an art gallery in Chicago at the height of the AIDS crisis. From Chicago to Paris, THE GREAT BELIEVERS is a sweeping story of multi-generational trauma and the solitude that the AIDS epidemic created, as an entire generation was decimated by the virus.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Fodor’s Travel\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\"With its broad time span and bedrock of ferocious, loving friendships, [\u003ci\u003eThe Great Believers\u003c\/i\u003e] might remind readers of Hanya Yanagihara’s \u003ci\u003eA Little Life\u003c\/i\u003e…though it is, overall, far brighter than that novel. As her intimately portrayed characters wrestle with painful pasts and fight to love one another and find joy in the present in spite of what is to come, Makkai carefully reconstructs 1980s Chicago, WWI-era and present day Paris, and scenes of the early days of the AIDS epidemic. A tribute to the enduring forces of love and art, over everything.\"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Booklist\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “To believe in something is to have faith, and Makkai dispenses it fiercely, in defiance of understandable nihilism and despair—faith in what’s right, in the good in others, in better outcomes, in time’s ability not to heal but to make something new.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—National Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Another ambitious change of pace for the versatile and accomplished [Rebecca] Makkai… her rich portraits of an array of big personalities and her affecting depiction of random, horrific death faced with varying degrees of gallantry make this tender, keening novel an impressive act of imaginative empathy. As compulsively readable as it is thoughtful and moving: an unbeatable fictional combination.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews \u003c\/i\u003e(starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eRebecca Makkai \u003c\/b\u003eis the author of the novels \u003ci\u003eThe Great Believers\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Hundred-Year House\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eThe Borrower\u003c\/i\u003e, as well as the short story collection \u003ci\u003eMusic for Wartime\u003c\/i\u003e. \u003ci\u003eThe Great Believers\u003c\/i\u003e was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award, and received the ALA Carnegie Medal and the LA Times Book Prize, among other honors. Makkai is on the MFA faculties of Sierra Nevada College and Northwestern University, and she is Artistic Director of StoryStudio Chicago.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003e1985\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Twenty miles from here, twenty miles north, the funeral mass was starting. Yale checked his watch as they walked up Belden. He said to Charlie, “How empty do you think that church is?”      Charlie said, “Let’s not care.”      \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe closer they got to Richard’s house, the more friends they spotted heading the same way. Some were dressed nicely, as if this were the funeral itself; others wore jeans, leather jackets.      It must only be relatives up at the church, the parents’ friends, the priest. If there were sandwiches laid out in some reception room, most were going to waste.      \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYale found the bulletin from last night’s vigil in his pocket and folded it into something resembling the cootie catchers his childhood friends used to make on buses—the ones that told your fortune (“Famous!” or “Murdered!”) when you opened a flap. This one had no flaps, but each quadrant bore words, some upside down, all truncated by the folds: “Father George H. Whitb”; “beloved son, brother, rest in”; “All things bright and”; “lieu of flowers, donatio.” All of which, Yale supposed, did tell Nico’s fortune. Nico had been bright and beautiful. Flowers would do no good.      \u003cbr\u003eThe houses on this street were tall, ornate. Pumpkins still out on every stoop but few carved faces—artful arrangements, rather, of gourds and Indian corn. Wrought iron fences, swinging gates. When they turned onto the walkway to Richard’s (a noble brownstone sharing walls with noble neighbors), Charlie whispered: “His wife decorated the place. When he was married. In ’72.” Yale laughed at the worst possible moment, just as they passed a gravely smiling Richard holding open his own door. It was the idea of Richard living a hetero life in Lincoln Park with some decoratively inclined woman. Yale’s image of it was slapstick: Richard stuffing a man into the closet when his wife dashed back for her Chanel clutch.      \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYale pulled himself together and turned back to Richard. He said, “You have a beautiful place.” A wave of people came up behind them, pushing Yale and Charlie into the living room.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Inside, the decor didn’t scream 1972 so much as 1872: chintz sofas, velvety chairs with carved arms, oriental rugs. Yale felt Charlie squeeze his hand as they dove into the crowd.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nico had made it clear there was to be a party. “If I get to hang out as a ghost, you think I wanna see sobbing? I’ll haunt you. You sit there crying, I’ll throw a lamp across the room, okay? I’ll shove a poker up your ass, and not in a good way.” If he’d died just two days ago, they wouldn’t have had it in them to follow through. But Nico died three weeks back, and the family delayed the vigil and funeral until his grandfather, the one no one had seen in twenty years, could fly in from Havana. Nico’s mother was the product of a brief, pre-Castro marriage between a diplomat’s daughter and a Cuban musician—and now this ancient Cuban man was crucial to the funeral planning, while Nico’s lover of three years wasn’t even welcome at the church tonight. Yale couldn’t think about it or he’d fume, which wasn’t what Nico wanted.    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  In any case, they’d spent three weeks mourning and now Richard’s house brimmed with forced festivity. There were Julian and Teddy, for instance, waving down from the second-story railing that encircled the room. Another floor rose above that, and an elaborate round skylight presided over the whole space. It was more of a cathedral than the church had been. Someone shrieked with laughter far too close to Yale’s ear.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie said, “I believe we’re meant to have a good time.” Charlie’s British accent, Yale was convinced, emerged more in sarcasm.      \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYale said, “I’m waiting on the go-go dancers.”     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRichard had a piano, and someone was playing “Fly Me to the Moon.”      What the hell were they all doing?      \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA skinny man Yale had never seen before bear-hugged Charlie. An out-of-towner, he guessed, someone who’d lived here but moved away before Yale came on the scene. Charlie said, “How in hell did you get younger?” Yale waited to be introduced, but the man was telling an urgent story now about someone else Yale didn’t know. Charlie was the hub of a lot of wheels.    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A voice in Yale’s ear: “We’re drinking Cuba libres.” It was Fiona, Nico’s little sister, and Yale turned to hug her, to smell her lemony hair. “Isn’t it ridiculous?” Nico had been proud of the Cuban thing, but if he knew the chaos his grandfather’s arrival would cause, he’d have vetoed the beverage choice.    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFiona had told them all, last night, that she wasn’t going to the funeral—that she’d be here instead—but still it was jarring to see her, to know she’d followed through. But then she’d written off her family as thoroughly as they’d written Nico off in the years before his illness. (Until, in his last days, they’d claimed him, insisting he die in the suburbs in an ill-equipped hospital with nice wallpaper.) Her mascara was smudged. She had discarded her shoes, but wobbled as if she still wore heels.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFiona handed her own drink to Yale—half full, an arc of pink on the rim. She touched a finger to the cleft of his upper lip. “I still can’t believe you shaved it off. I mean, it looks good. You look sort of—”      \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Straighter.”      \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe laughed, and then she said, “Oh. Oh! They’re not making you, are they? At Northwestern?” Fiona had one of the best faces for concern Yale had ever seen—her eyebrows hurried together, her lips vanished straight into her mouth—but he wondered how she had any emotion left to spare.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He said, “No. It’s—I mean, I’m the development guy. I’m talking to a lot of older alumni.”      \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“To get money?”    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Money and art. It’s a strange dance.” Yale had taken the job at Northwestern’s new Brigg Gallery in August, the same week Nico got sick, and he still wasn’t sure where his responsibilities started and ended. “I mean, they know about Charlie. My colleagues do. It’s fine. It’s a gallery, not a bank.” He tasted the Cuba libre. Inappropriate for the third of November, but then the afternoon was unseasonably warm, and this was exactly what he needed. The soda might even wake him up.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “You had a real Tom Selleck thing going. I hate when blond men grow a mustache; it’s peach fuzz. Dark-haired guys, though, that’s my favorite. You should’ve kept it! But it’s okay, because now you look like Luke Duke. In a good way. No, like Patrick Duffy!” Yale couldn’t laugh, and Fiona tilted her head to look at him seriously.    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe felt like sobbing into her hair, but he didn’t. He’d been cultivating numbness all day, hanging onto it like a rope. If this were three weeks ago, they could have simply cried together. But everything had scabbed over, and now there was this idea of party on top of everything else, this imperative to be, somehow, okay. Merry.    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd what had Nico been to Yale? Just a good friend. Not family, not a lover. Nico was, in fact, the first real friend Yale had made when he moved here, the first he’d sat down with just to talk, and not at a bar, not shouting over music. Yale had adored Nico’s drawings, would take him out for pancakes and help him study for his GED and tell him he was talented. Charlie wasn’t interested in art and neither was Nico’s lover, Terrence, and so Yale would take Nico to gallery shows and art talks, introduce him to artists. Still: If Nico’s little sister was holding it together this well, wasn’t Yale obliged to be in better shape?    \u003cbr\u003e Fiona said, “It’s hard for everyone.”","brand":"Penguin Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46299753578725,"sku":"NP9780735223530","price":19.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780735223530.jpg?v=1767739625","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-great-believers-isbn-9780735223530","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}