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Beloved author Louis Begley returns to the monied halls of the Upper East Side with a sharp new comedy of manners. Divorced after decades of comfortable marriage, retired journalist Hugo Gardner sets out to explore paths not travelled. After four decades of what he believes to be a happy, healthy partnership, Hugo Gardner's world is overturned when he learns that his wife, Valerie, is not only requesting a divorce but has left him for a younger, more vital man. Hugo, an octogenarian political writer and retired journalist for Time, must rethink the way he's lived, and reassess how he'd like to spend his remaining years. Reconsidering past relationships in his mind, with years of distance, Hugo begins to see things in a new light: Valerie, whose youth and ambition eventually came between them; his children, whose support might be more financially than emotionally motivated; and his friends, who, like him are rapidly aging before his very eyes. With an ominous oncologist's report hanging over his head, Hugo decides to get away for a bit, to a conference in Paris. There, a new romance blooms and Hugo finds himself wondering if growing old in Paris might be the perfect antidote to the drama he left behind in New York. Unflinching, witty, and urbane as ever, Louis Begley delivers a spot-on satire of the world of New York's aging elite, and uncovers the unexpected delights a late-in-life change can offer.
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After what Hugo considered a long and happy marriage, his wife abruptly divorces him. Hugo is in his eighties, and suddenly he must reconsider all the events of his life and reconstruct a new life for his last years.
Hugo was a disappointment. I was eagerly anticipating reading a story about a man in his last years of life. The character of Hugo was never clear to me. What was this character like? Why did his wife suddenly leave him? That seemed unclear. Why in his youth did he leave his girlfriend from another? Unclear. His actions in Paris also seem murky. His extremely active sex life seemed the oddest of all, more of a fantasy of an older writer, I thought.