Horse Heaven (Ballantine Reader's Circle)
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#1 NATIONAL BESTSELLER A NEW YORK TIMES NOTABLE BOOK
"A WISE, SPIRITED NOVEL . . . [IN WHICH] SMILEY PLUMBS THE WONDROUSLY
STRANGE WORLD OF HORSE RACING." --People
"ONE OF THE PREMIER NOVELISTS OF HER GENERATION, possessed of a mastery
of craft and an uncompromising vision that grow more powerful with each
book . . . Racing's eclectic mix of classes and personalities provides
Smiley with fertile soil . . . Expertly juggling storylines, she
investigates the sexual, social, psychological, and spiritual problems
of wealthy owners, working-class bettors, trainers on the edge of
financial ruin, and, in a typically bold move, horses."
--The Washington Post
"A NOVEL OF PASSION IN EVERY SENSE . . . [SHE DOES] IT ALL WITH APLOMB .
. . WITH A DEMON NARRATIVE INTELLIGENCE."
--The Boston Sunday Globe
"WITTY, ENERGETIC . . . It's deeply satisfying to read a work of fiction
so informed about its subject and so alive to every nuance and detail .
. . [Smiley's] final chapters have a wonderful restorative quality."
--The New York Times Book Review
"RICHLY DETAILED, INGENIOUSLY CONSTRUCTED . . . YOU WILL REVEL IN JANE
SMILEY'S HORSE HEAVEN."
--San Diego Union-Tribune
Chosen by the Los Angeles Times as One of the Best Books of the Year
and they could no doubt tell the same thing by looking at her. All of this was based on the idea that they had nothing to lose, but it felt like they did have something to lose, even if it was only pride. And then Farley went to get the horse, and this Elizabeth person showed up with Kyle Tompkins, who owned the ranch Limitless vacationed at after every race. Kyle was wearing a beautifully cut seal-gray English suit with a pink tie, and on his feet, equally beautifully cut cordovan cowboy boots,
difference is that we’ve remembered how to feel love, not that our circumstances have changed.” “I never told you about the time I ran away, when you were in Hawaii.” “You ran away?” “It was exactly like that. I forgot how to feel his presence and love.” “The easiest thing for me when that happens,” said Elizabeth, “is to do what we just did. Bring him into your mind and say, ‘I love you.’ ” “Okay, I understand that,” said Joy. “And?” “Relaxing, isn’t it?” prompted Elizabeth. “Well,” said
her. In his dream, everything was quiet and he was standing there and the filly ran and Pincay turned his head and looked at him, Jesse, and smiled, and then the filly won, and even though she was the favorite, she was a long shot, and everyone in the stands went home with lots and lots of money, as if the bet pool never had to be shared, but was bottomless, and nothing about the racetrack was mysterious or dangerous. Jesse lay awake after that, while the room began to lighten, and he thought of
out of the car with a sudden jerk and dropped her purse. The attendant picked it up. By this time, Dick was right there, handing the attendant a five-dollar bill. His hand went out from him into another world, the tiny distant world of the parking attendant. “Hi!” he said cheerily. Louisa gave him the look. She had offered to come to the race. She didn’t know he was sleeping with Rosalind Maybrick. Now that he had betrayed her, he saw her through a thornier and thornier tangle of words that
out the parking brake, and drove out into the street. He could feel all of his expectations for the day, and they had been utterly routine, slip away. He smiled. The fact was, when you had your mother settled in one spot, and she did the same things all day, day after day, you didn’t have to think about her much, but when you got her out on the road, driving through the neighborhood and then onto the highway, and you could see that she was looking out the window, everything, from the truck cab