Strong Motion
Louis Holland arrives in Boston in a spring of strange happenings – earthquakes strike the city, and the first one kills his grandmother. During a bitter feud over the inheritance Louis falls in love with Renée Seitchek, a passionate and brilliant seismologist, whose discoveries about the origin of the earthquakes complicate everything.
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Jonathan Franzen
Strong Motion
4th Estate
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Copyright © Jonathan Franzen 1992
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From the reviews of Strong Motion:
‘An affirmation of Mr Franzen’s fierce imagination and distinctive seriocomic voice’
New York Times Book Review
‘Ingeniously put together … His ear for American vernacular is flawless … His gift for description has a kinetic immediacy’
Seattle Times
‘Lyrical, dramatic and, above all, fearless … We’re in the presence of a great American moralist in the tradition of Dreiser, Twain, or Sinclair Lewis’
Philadelphia Inquirer
‘By sheer force of his imaginative writing and his unsheathed views of American life, Mr Franzen succeeds in joining together a love story, a family story, and a corporate-cum-environmental story … Distinctly original’
New York Times
‘Heartwrenchingly real characters … perfect pitch … Franzen’s almost-Boston is shimmeringly alive and palpable’
San Diego Union-Tribune
‘A young writer of exceptional skill and vision … insightful … dazzling to behold … a brave author, not afraid to take tremendous risks’
Orlando Sentinel
‘Complicated and absorbing with a fair mix of intrigue, social commentary, and humor laced with a tinge of malice’
Washington Times
‘With this work, Franzen confidently assumes a position as one of the brightest lights of American letters … Part thriller, part comedy of manners, Strong Motion is full of suspense’
Cleveland Plain Dealer
‘[Franzen] is a writer of almost frightening talent and promise’
Miami Herald
For Valerie
A rock was sticking out of the water, jagged and pointed, covered with moss—a remnant of the Ice Age and of the glacier that had once gouged out this basin in the earth. It had withstood the rains, the snows, the frost, the heat. It was afraid of no one. It did not need redemption, it had already been redeemed.
—I. B. SINGER
Contents
Sometimes when people asked Eileen Holland if she had any brothers or sisters, she had to think for a moment.
In grade school she and her friends had played foursquare during recess, and when fights broke out in far corners of the playground, it usually turned out that the person whose face was being smashed into the blacktop was her younger brother, Louis. She and her friends would continue to bounce their ball from square to square. They were skipping rope the day Louis fought a boy on the top tier of the old tetanus-infested jungle gym and damaged a different part of himself on each of the pipes he hit during his fall, breaking off his front teeth on level three, bruising his ribs on level two, getting a concussion by impact and whiplash on level one, and stunning his diaphragm on the asphalt. Eileen’s friends ran to look at the possibly dead boy. She was left holding the jump rope and feeling as if she’d fallen and no one would help her.
Eileen was a faithful and pretty image of her mother, with astonished dark eyes and pencil-thin eyebrows, a high forehead and plump cheeks and straight dark hair. She had the limbs of a willow tree and sometimes she even swayed like one, with her eyes closed, when she was so happy to be among her friends that she forgot they were there.
Louis, like his father, was less ornamental. From the age of ten onward he wore aviator-style glasses whose metal frames vaguely matched his hair, which was curly and the color of old brass screws, and was thinning by the time he finished high school. His father had also donated a barrel chest to his genetics. In junior high and high school new friends of Eileen’s expected to be told, “No, no relation,” when they asked her if Louis Holland was her brother. To Eileen these questions were like vaccination shots. The soothing alcohol swab that followed was her friends’ avowal that her brother was not like her
