Every time I come out to Pasadena, it's morphed a bit. On my first visit, many years ago, there was a traditional seventies-style indoor mall, but the rest of the retail along the street had seemed passed its heyday. The next time, it seemed that there was sort of an outdoor lifetstyle center that was the big thing, but coming back, that shopping center now seems to have some functional issues, and Old Town Pasadena, the part of town that wasn't part of a mega-development but grew organically, seems to be more bustling than ever. On the downside, like many other popular shopping areas, it was hard to find a retailer selling "stuff" that wasn't food and drink, with of course the big exception being the magnificent Vroman's.
For some reason, there is nothing like a place-driven book when you're on vacation in that place. Some folks actually make the request and sometimes it just comes up when you're discussing books. One thing I've noticed is that when you get it right, that's one of the most frequent incidences where the customer comes back after the trip to tell you about it. So really if I were a better bookseller, I'd have a crib sheet to be prepared for requests.
Set in the 1980s, Cressida Hartley was ABD (all but dissertation) on her advanced economics degree, where she was documenting what artists did that affecting the value of their work --#1 was dying. To find a place where she could concentrate, she moved up to her parents cabin and slowly fell into the rhythm of the small town life, taking up with Jakey, the local lodge owner and getting some odd jobs. She realizes the lodge owner is quite the philanderer and pulls back, but it's the next fellow she fall in with that drives the narrative, for he is not just a quiet, older carpenter, but he's also married. And the more they continue, the more complicated the relationship gets, the more they are unable to break the stranglehold the relationship has on them. And no, that dissertation is not getting written.

Huneven (photo credit Karen Tapia) captures the innate sexism of the situation that works out on several levels. Cress doesn't really see that even though both she and Quinn are complicit in this relationship, and Quinn has less moral ground, everyone around her slowly decides that it is in fact her "fault", with not just Quinn remaining blameless but also Jakey, even though the town has got to know that he has taken multiple married women as lovers - we sure know it. And perhaps that is partly a function of the times, but really, has society changed that much in thirty years on this front? I'm not sure.
Off Course sends us deep into the relationship abyss and gives us a lot of hints that this eventually we will climb out of that dark hole. But can the story resolve it self to our satisfaction? How can it? There are lots of possible resolutions out there, but the one we know that won't happen is the one that Cress thinks she wants, but even she, deep down inside, seems to know she doesn't want it either, and the same with Cress.
In a nice turn of events, Off Course has just come out in paperback from Picador. And in another nice turn, here is a sign I spotted while walking around Pasadena. I believe the full name is Hotel Livingston.
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