Searching for Caleb

Searching for Caleb

Anne Tyler

Language: English

Pages: 336

ISBN: 0449911748

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

"Magic and true, dazzling and wise...It has an astounding confidence, depth and range...A wonderful, wonderful novel."


Duncan Peck has a fascination for randomness and is always taking his family on the move. His wife, Justine, is a fortune teller who can't remember the past. Her grandfather, Daniel, longs to find the brother who walked out of his life in 1912, with nothing more than a fiddle in his hand. All three are taking journeys that lead back to the family's deepest a place where rebellion and acceptance have the haunting power to merge into one....

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have you thought of that?” “Why, Caleb!” “I mean—Justine, I’m happy here with you and Duncan. Why go anywhere else? It would be like meeting strangers.” “That’s ridiculous! It’s ridiculous.” “I don’t have anything in common with them, Justine.” “How can you say such a thing?” “Do you think a one of them would recognize me?” No. Not a one of them. Deep down, she knew it, and he and she would stare at each other in absolute agreement even while she continued to protest. Sometimes she shut

was born. And whenever she saw Alonzo Divich, who owned that merry-go-round and all the other equipment, he was whistling “The St. James Infirmary Blues” like a theme song. He said it was the only tune he knew, too. He and the merry-go-round: two clumsy, hopeful, cheerful creatures, lumbering along where you would least expect to find them. He was whistling when Justine and Duncan arrived; they tracked him down by his song. They left the car at the edge of the field and made their way across the

was forbidden territory. Besides, didn’t she think she would be better off devoting those hours to her children? They had six children. In 1905 Justin II was born, in 1906 Sarah, in 1907 Daniel Jr., in 1908 Marcus, in 1909 Laura May, in 1910 Caroline. In 1911, Margaret Rose left home. She had wanted to take the children to Washington on the train for her mother’s birthday. Daniel didn’t think she ought to. After all, she was a Peck now. What did she want with the Bells? Who at any rate were an

speckled glass, nothing surprising. “How come it shows my image and not yours?” he asked her. “How come yours and not mine? How come eyes can meet in a mirror when you’re not looking at each other in real life? Do you understand the principle?” In the glass their eyes met, equally blue and distant, as if the mirror were reflecting images already mirrored. Duncan turned around and set his hands on her shoulders and kissed her on the mouth. He smelled of salt and sunlight. His grip on her was

glass of ice cubes into Claude’s lap but everyone said it didn’t matter a bit. Upstairs, in her old pink-and-white bedroom, she undressed in the dark so as not to wake Duncan and lay down beside him. It was going to be one of those nights when she couldn’t sleep. She felt a familiar alertness in her legs, as if she were tightrope-walking on a rubber band. Voices swam in and out of her hearing: Duncan at twelve, explaining shotgun poker; Richard asking if he could come too; Aunt Bea naming all

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