By Lynne Sharon Schwartz
Retirement doesn't spell the top finally, during this rousing trip via loss and rebirth
Max has lived an extended and pleasurable lifestyles. He and his spouse have been celebrity trapeze artists and acrobats within the Brandon Brothers circus. yet together with her passing, he's left by myself in ny, and suffers a center assault after a terrifying mugging. with out kinfolk to fall again on, Max is pressured to go away his cherished ny for a relaxation domestic in Westchester. He fears it is going to be the top of him—but during this stirring novel, retirement capacity a brand new beginning.
In Westchester, Max meets Lettie, a sort widow, and the rambunctious and clever Alison, her daughter. and during a brand new gig educating juggling and stunts at a neighborhood heart institution, and new relationships with unforeseen allies within the dull suburbs, Max discovers that it's by no means too overdue to have a clean commence.
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I remember being amazed that we could pull up to the same house in a completely new location. When we walked inside, everything was just the same. It was like a spaceship that could take off and then land somewhere else. 59 GENDER FAILURE Uncle Carl loved horses. He rode them until he was bowlegged. I would watch him amble around and think about how the horses had changed the shape of his legs to fit their bodies. Sometimes he would take his own horse out for us to ride. He would lift my sister and me up onto it and then lead us around slowly.
We would make jokes about it and warn each other as we passed the receiver, but I felt my uncles’ isolation and identified with it. When my brother Jack died, they were his pallbearers. They carried his coffin without crying from the church to the hearse. I looked up at them when they passed by me and hoped to be strong like them. When my schizophrenic father would fly off the handle, at least one of them would always show up to protect us. My father was scared of them and would take off as soon as one showed up in a truck.
I felt so tall on top and safe with my uncle holding the reins. Uncle Carl has worked the oil rigs for as long as I can remember. We would never know if he was going to show up at Christmas or Thanksgiving until that day. It all depended on whether his boss gave the crew the time off or not, and that depended on the price of crude oil. Sometimes he would drive twelve hours straight back from Saskatchewan to be with us. Other times he would be unreachable, working somewhere out on the flat, frozen land.