I wish Jennifer Gardner Trulson had been able to write a boring book.
Unfortunately, the famous sameness of happy families was stolen from her on 9/11, when her husband, Doug Gardner, was killed in the World Trade Center.
And so her new memoir, Where You Left Me, starts with a family unhappy in its own way, as a young widow with two little children tries to keep her shit together amidst a national tragedy.
It helps, from a narrative standpoint, that Jennifer is smart, observant of the smallest details, and clear-eyed about herself and the people around her. Her pain and loss and confusion, along with her toughness and dark humor, are very real and immediate, whether she's grappling with redefined friendships at a party with other widows (Doug was a senior exec at Cantor Fitzgerald, where over 650 people died) or refusing to be a political pawn or media plaything.
When a fellow preschool mom tells Jennifer, fresh off a "fitful, non-Ambien night," that "God only gives you what you can handle," she writes, "I was itching to snap back...'Are you saying if I'd only been a slightly weaker person, God wouldn't have killed him?" But she just thanks the woman for the kind words, and moves on. And when a new man comes into her life, she's frank about both the deepening relationship between two healthy adults, and the emotional obstacles left for them to negotiate.
The book slows down a bit as Jennifer and Derek build their own happy life together -- Tolstoy, right again -- but the payoff is hard-earned, and I'd guess that many readers will savor the glimpses of a glamorous slice of Manhattan in this real-life romance novel.
Disclaimer: I am not an unbiased reviewer. Doug was my roommate in college and a true friend; I would do anything for Jennifer and her family. But if I thought the book was no good, I'd just politely ignore it. As it is, I can tell you that her portrait of Doug rings true, and I found myself nodding at descriptions of his parents and other friends as well.
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