Behind every closed door is an open secret …
The Bloom, Porter, Horton and the Carter-Gillespie families are all in on it, but it’s affecting them in quite different ways. In OTHER PEOPLE’S HOUSES (BerkleyTrade), Abbi Waxmann, captures the hilarious havoc, one affair wreaks on an upper middle-class LA neighborhood. We have the dog hating French lady, cranky old woman who scares the kids, the house that the cops once showed up at and a brilliantly cast of humorous characters.
“Seven children, the genetic arsenal of four families. One big crash and the entire neighborhood would have had funeral scheduling problems.”
For Frances Bloom, driver-in-residence of the carpool, school drop-off is a chaotic, if not predictable affair. Until one of Frances’s steely-eyed kindergarten charges sends her to retrieve forgotten school supplies. That’s when Frances stumbles on her friend Anne Porter— perfect Anne—having a 9:00 am quickie with a younger man, who is definitely not her husband.
The affair exposes, to comedic effect, dormant insecurities, neuroses, and strife in the
neighborhood. As the carpool line-up unravels one gossip session at a time, the novel alternates between the perspectives of the four families involved: the down-to-earth, level-headed Blooms; the seemingly perfect Porters; the eccentric lesbian couple Sara and Iris; and the mysterious Hortons, hiding a sad secret.
Pitch-perfect, rapid-fire dialogue, capturing how the chaotic aftermath of the affair plays out across the block behind closed doors, in scenarios alternately tender and completely preposterous.
ONTHER PEOPLE’S HOUSES will have you laugh, perhaps, pee your panties. I loved the biting British satire of OTHER PEOPLE’S HOUSES. You know there’s always something going on in your neighborhood that everyone is talking about. Let’s face it, they’re probably laughing, too. There’s a little bit of voyeur in all of us!
Abbi Waxman was born in England in 1970, the oldest child of two copywriters who never should have been together in the first place. Once her father ran off to buy cigarettes and never came back, her mother began a highly successful career writing crime fiction. She encouraged Abbi and her sister Emily to read anything and everything they could pull down from the shelves, and they did. Naturally lazy and disinclined to dress up, Abbi went into advertising, working as a copywriter and then a creative director at various advertising agencies in London and New York. Clients ranged from big and traditional, (AT&T, Chase Manhattan Bank, IBM, American Express, Unilever, Mercedes-Benz) to big and morally corrupt (R. J. Reynolds) to big and larcenous (Enron). Eventually she quit advertising, had three kids and started writing books, TV shows and screenplays, largely in order to get a moment’s peace.
Abbi lives in Los Angeles with her husband, three kids, three dogs, three cats, a gecko, two mice and six chickens. Every one of these additions made sense at the time, it’s only in retrospect that it seems foolhardy.
Feel free to drop her a line, she readily welcomes any excuse to stop working and do something else.
Thanks to Berkley Trade, we have one copy of OTHER PEOPLE’S HOUSES to giveaway. Just tell us about some gossipy news happening in your neighborhood.
We’ll announce a winner soon. Good luck!
GIVEAWAY: USA ONLY, please.