Richard Russo
From Pulitzer Prize-winning author Richard Russo comes Chances Are…, a riveting story about the complex bonds of friendship when three men return to Martha’s Vineyard 40-odd years after college, bringing with them their secrets as well as mystery and suspense. Mr. Russo is the author of eight novels, two collections of stories, and the memoir Elsewhere. In 2002, he received the Pulitzer Prize for Empire Falls, which was adapted to film in a multiple-award-winning HBO miniseries. In 2016, Mr. Russo was given the Indie Champion Award by the American Booksellers Association, and in 2017 he received France’s Grand Prix de Littérature Américaine.
Chances Are...
One beautiful September day, three men convene on Martha's Vineyard, friends ever since meeting in college circa the sixties. They couldn't have been more different then, or even today--Lincoln's a commercial real estate broker, Teddy a tiny-press publisher, and Mickey a musician beyond his rockin' age. But each man holds his own secrets, in addition to the monumental mystery that none of them has ever stopped puzzling over since a Memorial Day weekend right here on the Vineyard in 1971: the disappearance of the woman each of them loved--Jacy Calloway. Now, more than forty years later, as this new weekend unfolds, three lives are displayed in their entirety while the distant past confounds the present like a relentless squall of surprise and discovery. Shot through with Russo's trademark comedy and humanity, Chances Are . . . also introduces a new level of suspense and menace that will quicken the reader's heartbeat throughout this absorbing saga of how friendship's bonds are every bit as constricting and rewarding as those of family or any other community.
For both longtime fans and lucky newcomers, Chances Are . . . is a stunning demonstration of a highly acclaimed author deepening and expanding his remarkable achievement.
Publisher: Knopf
Photo credit: Elena Seibert
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