Man of the Year by Caroline Louise Walker
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 2.5 Mb
Man of the Year :Beware the Man of the Year. You may praise him, resent him, even want to be him: but beneath the elegant trappings that define him, danger looms. Caroline Louise Walker’s stunning debut novel, for fans of Herman Koch’s The Dinner and Shari Lapena’s The Couple Next Door, delves into the increasingly paranoid mind of a man whose life as the most upstanding of citizens hides a relentlessly dark heart.
Dr. Robert Hart, Sag Harbor’s just-named Man of the Year, is the envy of his friends and neighbors. His medical practice is thriving. He has a beautiful old house and a beautiful new wife and a beautiful boat docked in the village marina. Even his wayward son, Jonah, is back on track, doing well at school, finally worthy of his father’s attentions. So when Jonah’s troubled college roommate, Nick, needs a place to stay for the summer, Hart and his wife generously offer him their guest house. A win-win: Jonah will have someone to hang with, and his father can bask in the warm glow of his own generosity.
But when he begins to notice his new houseguest getting a little too close to his wife, the good doctor’s veneer begins to crack. All the little lies Robert tells—harmless falsehoods meant to protect everything he holds dear—begin to mount. Before long, he’s embroiled in a desperate downward spiral, destroying the lives that stand in his way. It’s only the women in his life—his devoted office manager, his friends, his wife—who can clearly see the truth.
Biting and timely, Man of the Year races along at an electric pace, with a wicked twist that you won’t see coming.
“Okay, Yale-boy,” he mocks.
“Hey, I’m not the only Yalie in the house tonight, dickhead.”
Scanning a crowd of stand-up citizens in black tie, he says, “Clearly not. I’m about to go into septic shock from all the bullshit in the air.”
“Cute.” I down the rest of my drink and toast the bartender with my empty glass. “Two more?” He nods and goes about making our watered-down cocktails.
“I’m not kidding,” Raymond tells me. “That speech was something else. Got a tear in my eye, no lie.”
“Sure it wasn’t from all the bullshit in the air?”
“That’s true, but it was still touching. You’re sort of a big deal around here, huh?”
I roll my eyes.
“Hey, enjoy it while it lasts,” he says. “Once you reach the pinnacle, there’s nowhere to go but down.”
“I’m having second thoughts about inviting you.”
He laughs. “In all seriousness, I’m proud of you, man. This is great.”
“Thanks.” I choke down the compliment. “It was cool of you to come. You really didn’t have to.”
“Hey, my oldest friend gets knighted, and you think I’d miss it?”
“Knighted. Yeah, right. Sir Man of the Year right here.”
“Sir Citizen, actually.”