The One-Way Bridge: A Novel
"If you really liked Olive Kitteridge, you are going to love The One-Way Bridge."—Lee Smith, writer of The final Girls
In her hugely expected new novel, acclaimed literary grasp Cathie Pelletier returns to Mattagash, Maine, the loved New England city the place all of it started.
Welcome to Mattagash, the final city in the midst of the northern Maine desert. the line dead-ends the following, yet Mattagash's voters are fiercely proud.
Yet this straightforward city hooked up through a unmarried one-way bridge is something yet tranquil. whereas associates bicker publicly over trivia resembling offensive mailbox designs and gossip approximately suspicious novices, they privately fight to navigate deeper issues—scandals, loss, failed pursuits, the scars of war...and a mysterious useless physique within the woods.
With her trademark wit and prepared eye for aspect, Pelletier has assembled an unforgettable solid of endearing and kooky characters, from scheming mailmen and peeping toms to lovesick waitresses and loggers whose underhandedness belies their ingenuity. The electorate of Mattagash will make you snort and cheer for them as they stumble into one another's lives and attempt to outline themselves in a altering global that threatens to go away them in the back of.
The One-Way Bridge is a unprecedented portrait of family members, loneliness, and community—and the types of compromises all of us make within the identify of love.
Praise for The One-Way Bridge:
"Cathie Pelletier is one among my favourite novelists, and she's on the best of her online game with The One-Way Bridge."—Wally Lamb, writer of She's Come Undone
"The One-Way Bridge is the unconventional Cathie Pelletier lovers have lengthy awaited. Her Mattagash, Maine, is among the so much totally discovered fictional locales i have ever visited, it really is geography as bright and exact as any real position, its electorate as genuine and compelling as our personal neighbors and neighbors."—Richard Russo, writer of Empire Falls
"In her new booklet, Cathie Pelletier's brilliantly drawn, true-to-life characters holiday your middle and make you snigger while, a unprecedented expertise indeed."—Fannie Flagg, writer of Fried eco-friendly Tomatoes on the Whistle cease Café
Orville stated not anything to Harry. It used to be the one type of ammunition a mail worker had, except he grabbed a gun and began taking pictures. the total city knew Orville Craft was once too meek to head postal. Now, he had one week left to carry the mail sooner than he may retire. 5 extra days of Harold Plunkett. Harry needed to understand this used to be Orville’s final week. How may well he stay in Mattagash and never understand? That used to be most likely what had fueled him. a minimum of Orville observed it that approach as he sat in his mail car,.
Leaned the portray opposed to a leg of the kitchen desk and took off her coat. She observed that Bertina’s bed room door was once open, her tv set flickering photos off the partitions, its sound grew to become down. “Who is it?” Bertina requested. “It’s me,” stated Edna. She heard the sound of a bed creaking. Bertina seemed within the bed room doorway, her hair mussed, her eyes swollen as though she’d been snoozing too tough, even perhaps crying. She was once in a couple of cotton pajamas, faded blue, that appeared as though.
Emily knew for convinced that her time was once short, she had all started scribbling in a crimson magazine. Harry had by no means learn it. He came across it within the backside drawer in their bed room cloth cabinet a yr after she died. whilst Angie became twenty-one, Harry gave her the magazine. Then he went again into the bed room and wiped clean the remainder of Emily’s garments from closets and drawers, positioned all of it in packing containers, and drove it all the way down to the group middle. He figured the time had come, for Angie’s sake if now not his personal. It hurts, Daddy,.
What used to be close by. Cologne. physique sweat. Cigarette smoke. That’s while he knew for sure that the guy was once status on the finish of the bridge back. The dog’s existence used to be now ordinarily odor. For the 1st yr, he had actually believed that every individual who seemed often is the one that could untie the rope. That used to be the yr of the fast-wagging tail and satisfied eyes. steadily, while the people basically tossed their desk scraps at the floor beside his doghouse, a number of preventing to pat him at the head, he grew.
the skin. 14 SUNDAY AFTERNOON, 2:00 TO 5:00 P.M. For over hours, Ray Monihan and his un-deputized manpower hunted for yet couldn't locate the physique of George Delgato. Their canoes motored the circumference of the island the place the river loved to hold useless logs and ice floes within the spring, and the occasional urban trash thrown away via travelers. Ray and his males then the river 3 miles right down to the Mattagash city signal, the only with the moose on it, a moose that.