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288 pages, Hardcover
First published December 2, 2025
I am stuck between selves. Right now, I am no one.--------------------------------------
Sometimes our mistakes define us—that’s just how life is.Bad experiences in youth or young adulthood can embed in our DNA. For some, a broken heart can lead to a disconnected life, for good or ill. Gambles that turn out poorly can lead one to a low-risk, low-reward existence of mere emotional subsistence. Cricket Campbell had suffered one of those reverses that can permanently push one’s life off the rails. A tragedy had set her adrift a decade before. She subsequently made some bad decisions and does not now have the highest opinion of herself.
I barely have the wherewithal to take care of myself, let alone a seventy-four-year-old with dementia. I am only twenty-six, which means I am essentially a larva. In contemporary America, childhood can last well into one’s thirties, forties, and even fifties. I’ve seen it happen. And besides, my father doesn’t even know who I am anymore. He hasn’t recognized me for at least three or four years—I don’t know exactly when I faded from his memory, but I know I’m gone. “Me? Move to Catwood Pond? You’re kidding, right?”But Cricket (real name Christine) sees an opportunity to rebuild her relationship with Dad, playing with whatever marbles still remain in his bag. There is the usual sort of acclimatization to be endured. Although she had lived there every summer during her tender years, it has been nearly a decade since her last visit.
after two years, I no longer believe in Actualize’s mission. I’m convinced that Gemma’s version of wellness is really just a form of narcissism, a way to divide the body—sorry, the vessel—into infinite components that all beg to be lavished with money and attention.Dad, Arthur, is the why of the story. With Nina leaving, something must be done, probably relegation to a nursing home. The sisters have a look at a couple, but Cricket decides she will have a go as caretaker. She is in need of a change, and this may offer her the opportunity to grow as a human being. Cricket dips a toe in, then makes a leap, thinking of it as her “quarter-life crisis.”
Some of the ingredients of this story came from my own lived experience,” Tory continued. “My father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s when I was in my 20s, and though I was not his caretaker, his illness really affected my outlook and my sense of myself in the world. It made the stakes of life feel much higher, for better or worse. So, when planning this book, I started with a father-daughter relationship at the center of the story. - from Loomis ChaffeeWe follow Cricket’s growth as she takes in each new revelation of Arthur’s unusual talents, and as she takes each step in her personal maturation. While his grip may be slipping on the reality shared by the rest of us, he appears to be finding his footing in a range of parallel perceptions. He anticipates future events. He sees dead people. He is able to offer sage wisdom that joins his newfound talents with his innate self, becoming known, as The Oracle. Alzheimer's as a literary subject can be tricky. But this bit of magical realism leavens what could be a minefield with grace, delicacy and a sense of humor.
I "reinvented" myself in my mid-thirties, when I finally decide to pursue my dream of writing fiction. So I wanted to explore how Cricket reinvents herself in her 20s AND how Arthur reinvents himself in his 70s, despite his illness. - Goodreads Q/AForgiveness and acceptance are core themes, the persistence of parent-child love offering a sturdy bond, however much else of ourselves we may shed.
There is a particular richness to early September, when the sunlight is broad and lazy. Everything is holding on to life, but not as resolutely as it did in the earlier months of the season. Even the birdsong that sparkles through the canopy is a little off-tune, as if the birds are relaxed and tipsy after a spring and summer of diligent work (nest building, egg laying, chick rearing). It’s the end of the party, and all of nature is stumbling home, spent and satisfied. A breeze rustles the ferns along the road, and every once in a while, I get a quick whiff of decay, a reminder of the inevitable.The loon featured on the cover offers a thematic touchstone. Loons have been absent for some years but Arthur anticipates their return, a re-establishment of permanence. A loonlet must find its way in the world as Cricket must. The presence of loons is an ecological indicator. Thus it is simple, accessible imagery that adds warmth and texture to the tale.
Why should dementia be the end of creativity? Why can’t it be the starting point?Review posted - 01/09/25
I grew up in Connecticut; graduated from Brown University; spent a few years becoming feral in Paris; then spent 15 years in New York City. I now live in Vermont with my daughter and two cats, and I’m an “SMBC” (solo mother by choice).Interviews