The Summer We Read Gatsby
By Danielle Ganek
Extend your summer delights with this beach read. It’s a quick trip out to Southampton, and
then weeks languishing by the sunny shore.
Two sisters, with very different mothers, share memories of a beloved
Aunt Lydia and their summer visits to her beach home. Eccentric Aunt Lydia has now passed away. The two sisters are very different women, one
quietly practical and the other a larger than life romantic. They meet for a few weeks at Fool’s House, so named long ago by
Lydia, to pack it up and sell it. Or,
can they revive it? They find that there’s
little they agree on.
Aunt Lydia’s will had been written in the flowery words
she’d loved all her creative life. The
will included that she’d bequeathed her house and all its contents to her
beloved nieces. She was quite specific
that they spend a month in Southampton together in the summer and seek a “thing
of utmost value” from within this cherished place. So here they are, like it or not. Can they at least cooperate well enough to uncover
this hidden value?
In F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The
Great Gatsby, the narrator Nick Carraway remarks, “You can’t repeat the
past.” It was Gatsby who answers, “Why
of course you can.” These sisters
immerse themselves in the eccentric life, traditions, and romance of the house
and friends they thought they knew from so many summers ago. Over these few weeks they find out how little
they did know. Now they learn so much
about this place, its character, and each other.
It’s hard to resist a book that starts, “Hats, like first
husbands in my experience, are usually a mistake.” This Summer
starts with an extravagant Gatsby-style party, introduces some memorable
characters, follows clues to a mysterious stolen painting, along with a stolen first
edition of The Great Gatsby, reveals
romantic games, and also a secret about Aunt Lydia. Then, like most summers it ends all too soon.
This is Danielle Ganek’s second novel. Although American, the author spent most of
her childhood in Brazil and then in Lausanne, Switzerland. She says she always felt like a foreigner,
even when she returned to the U.S. at 16.
“Being a perpetual outsider made me a constant observer and I began
writing as a child,” she says. “I’m a
fiction writer. I’m a big believer in
our ability as readers to suspend our disbelief.”
Thereby hangs a tale . . . .