Shes still not quite sure how it happened. The biological part is fairly straightforward. Its the wife-and-mother part that Eve cant wrap her head around. Much to her surprise, Eve finds herself living in Brooklyn, married to a doctor named Harvey, and toting a young infant named Ann. How did she get here? And where is that maternal instinct that was supposed to have kicked in by now?From winter afternoons spent freezing at the Tot Spot to playgroups where she inadvertently tells the other mothers that Ann was an accident, Eve struggles to embrace motherhood and the yuppie accoutrements of her new life. It doesnt help that her even-keeled husband spends long days working at the hospital, or that her own childhood in a religious cult wasby most peoples estimatesextremely odd. And when her ex-boyfriend (her gorgeous, toned, aloof ex-boyfriend) Mark reappears, Eve is thrown for a loop. Torn between the free-spirited Manhattanite she once was and the Snugli-wearing, baby-hoisting, stay-at-home body she now finds herself inhabiting, Eve realizes she must choose between the past and the present, lust and love, childhood and adulthood.Whats sly, fine and real here is the way Rayfiel finally insinuates Baby into Eves slow-melting heart to form a bio-bond that becomes wondrously tight. Smart, dark, daring fare. Kirkus ReviewsIts high time we got a novel such as Parallel Playone that portrays a young mother as neitherthe Virgin Mary nor as Mommie Dearest. Eve is fumbling, flawed, funny, andabove allutterly human. Tom Rayfiel has dared to tell it like it is in this triumphant novel.Binnie Kirshenbaum, author of An Almost Perfect MomentWonderfully dreamlike and sharply, hilariously satirical . . . a truly remarkable and original creation. Dan Chaon, author of You Remind Me of MeIf Thomas Pynchon had suffered postpartum depression, he might have written a novel like Parallel Play. As Eve wanders through the first months of motherhood, her observations are hilarious, eerie, and unforgettable. This is a must-read for lovers of smart fiction and flummoxed mothers.Amanda Eyre Ward, author of How to Be LostFrom the Trade Paperback edition.
