The fake A novel

Zoe Whittall

Book - 2023

"After the death of her wife, Shelby is suffering from prolonged grief. She's increasingly isolated, irritated by her family's stoicism and her friends' reliance on the toxic positivity of self-help culture. Then, in a grief support group, she meets Cammie, who gives her permission to express her most hopeless, hideous feelings. Cammie is charismatic and unlike anyone Shelby has ever met. She's also recovering from cancer and going through several other calamities. Shelby puts all her energy into helping Cammie thrive -- until her intuition tells her that something isn't right. Gibson is fresh from divorce, almost forty, and deeply depressed. Then he falls in love with Cammie. Not only is he having the best sex... of his life with a woman so attractive he's stunned she even glanced his way, but he feels truly known for the first time in his life. But Gibson's friends are wary of Cammie, and eventually he, too, has to admit that all the drama in Cammie's life can feel a bit over the top. When Gibson and Shelby meet, they realize Cammie's stories don't always add up. In fact, they're far from the truth. But what kind of a person would lie about having cancer? And what does it say about Shelby and Gibson that they fell for it? From the author of The Best Kind of People and The Spectacular comes a sharp, emotional novel about lies, liars, and the people who love them." --

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Genres
Fiction
Novels
Published
New York : Ballantine Books [2023]
Language
English
Main Author
Zoe Whittall (author)
Edition
First Edition
Physical Description
224 pages ; 21 cm
ISBN
9781524799441
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Review by Booklist Review

Gibson is struggling with postdivorce loneliness and on the cusp of 40 when he meets Cammie. He's instantly smitten with this free-spirited, independent woman. He soon learns that Cammie has her own struggles, which include kidney cancer, an abusive boyfriend, and a family history of depression and suicide that has her attending a grief-support group. There, Cammie meets Shelby, who has barely left the house since her wife, Kate, died. Shelby is immediately drawn to Cammie, too. As Gibson and Shelby get to know Cammie better, cracks in her too-good-to-be-true facade begin to appear. And once Gibson and Shelby get to know each other, the floodgates open, revealing the lies that Cammie has carefully crafted. Whittall (The Spectacular, 2021) explores the ways that people believe what they need to believe--and how that impulse can be exploited. Both Gibson and Shelby's perspectives are presented in alternating chapters, with an opening and closing statement from Cammie that both sets up her con and shares her motivation. Fans of Janelle Brown will be drawn to this twisty tale of a master manipulator.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Two people are deceived by the same trickster in the diverting latest from Whittall (The Best Kind of People). Thirty-something Shelby joins a support group after her wife dies from an aneurism. There, she meets Cammie, the eponymous phony, who's delighted to encounter someone else who's under 40. Shelby, meanwhile, wonders what Cammie's doing there; "She looks too good to be in mourning," Shelby thinks, "like an Instagram ad." A parallel narrative follows recent divorcé Gibson, 39, who meets Cammie at a bar and is immediately taken by the wild younger woman who beats him at poker and suggests they have sex as a consolation prize. Shelby and Gibson both enter a honeymoon phase with Cammie (Shelby's is platonic, though she continues to harbor a crush), but after the two meet, Cammie's stories about performing on an Arcade Fire album and having a dead sister plus a cancer diagnosis unravel. The somewhat predictable narrative echoes TV shows like Inventing Anna and The Tinder Swindler, though there are deeper thrills in witnessing those in Cammie's orbit untangle their self-delusions. There aren't many surprises, but Whittall brings plenty of verve to the proceedings. Agent: Samantha Haywood, Transatlantic Agency. (Mar.)

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

A beautiful young woman swindles two vulnerable strangers. After the recent death of her wife, Shelby has been unable to push past her grief. She finally forces herself to visit a support group, but as she takes her seat at the meeting, she quickly decides it was a mistake. Then Cammie walks in. She's young, gorgeous, and complicated. Most of all, she seems newly down on her luck, like she needs a caretaker. Suddenly, Shelby feels like she has a purpose in life again. She takes Cammie into her home, loaning her clothing and money, buying her food, and, best of all, rediscovering her own joy by tending to someone else's needs. Meanwhile, Gibson, a recently divorced middle-aged man who's been suffering from depression and loneliness, meets Cammie one night in a bar. When she comes on to him, he can't believe his luck. In a blink, he's having incredible sex for the first time in as long as he can remember. Not only that, he's also enjoying deep, meaningful conversations with this vixen. It doesn't feel like a big deal to him when he tells her she can crash at his place while she works out some temporary housing problems. As time unfolds, both Shelby and Gibson receive warnings from friends that Cammie seems like trouble, but they are too smitten to care. Everything changes when Shelby and Gibson meet each other. Told in the third person, the book alternates between Shelby's and Gibson's journeys, tracing their experiences with Cammie and the ways in which this magnetic young woman changes each of their lives. Whittall does an excellent job of showing all that is appealing about Cammie while also revealing her duplicitousness. The novel raises the question of whether Cammie, even with her morally bereft antics, might still be a positive influence in the lives of the people she meets and deceives. The author also manages to draw quirky, memorable characters who are deeply flawed and still compelling. With accessible prose, insight into human nature, a slow build of suspense, and a fresh look at how we handle difficult events, Whittall has created a real winner. The story of a con artist so good that even the reader will want to suspend disbelief. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

TODAY Shelby hides in the closet and calls her father. It's a primal, childlike thing to do, to call your dad when you're in danger. If you have a good father, anyway, and Shelby's is one of the best. Also, she is maybe still a bit drunk, not thinking clearly. Voicemail. He's the kind of dad who insists on singing his outgoing message to the tune of "Born in the U.S.A."-- The Roberstons ARE not HOME! Soooo LEAVE A Message at the TONE! --with her mother's voice in the background telling him to just stop it already. "I think there's someone in the house. I'm hiding in the closet. Can you come over?" Her heart sprints in place. The dog is no use in this situation. Coach Taylor Swift, a simple-minded but precious rescue pug, is now resting on a tattered quilt in the corner licking his asshole like nothing is wrong. Shelby pushes the mountain of dirty clothes in front of the closed closet door to block any sound. She rummages around on the stack of boxed shelves above the dog and finds a pair of Kate's ice skates. She pulls off the purple plastic guard around the blades and shines her phone's light on them so she doesn't accidentally cut herself. This could be a weapon. She holds one skate by the ankle. If Kate were still alive, she'd have gotten up and grabbed the bat they kept under the bed and charged toward the kitchen turning on every light and singing the chorus to that annoying counting song from Rent that somehow sounded menacing the way she sang it. Shelby always misses Kate but she especially misses her now, her butch bravado, except when it came to spiders or wet paper in the sink. Spiders are the femme's domain, Kate said the day they moved in together, standing on a kitchen stool after seeing a daddy longlegs hanging out in the space between the fridge and the wall, ruling over a veritable city of baby spiders. Though Shelby is afraid of most things, she doesn't mind spiders. She'd cupped and carried them to the window and set them free into the boxed herb garden as Kate improvised a thank-you song, still safely standing on the stool, fingers touching the ceiling. Shelby texts her dad. The message goes green, which means he's turned on airplane mode to sleep. Of course her father probably isn't looking at his cellphone, he still uses it like a walkie-talkie. She tries the landline again. They don't pick up. She remembers her parents have gone to the symphony. She'd gone to bed an hour ago, but other adults who aren't dangerously depressed are still out having a good time right now. Should she call 911? What if it was no one? Everyone already thinks she's going crazy. She scrolls through her contacts. Who are her friends? The ones close enough to call in moments like this? When you no longer have a partner, you have to rank your friends in order of most useful in an emergency. Her ICE listing was Kate. Whose phone was currently in a little Ziploc bag in their shared nightstand with her keys, receipts, and the contents of her pockets from the day she died. There's Carol Jo, the person who lives closest, but Shelby had blocked and deleted her number the week before. So she texts Gibson. This is going to sound crazy, but do you know where she is right now? Because I'm worried she's in my house. She made some threats. He calls her back. She so recently considered him an enemy, someone not to be trusted, that it's still odd to see his name pop up. She puts the phone to her ear and whispers, "I'm hiding in the closet." "Look, until today I would have said you're overreacting, that she was only a harm to herself, but I honestly don't know what she's capable of anymore. Stay where you are. I'm coming over." Shelby hangs up. It's very quiet in the house for five agonizing minutes, so quiet she contemplates just going out to see what's really going on. She has a brief flickering euphoric feeling of If I die, I die! Like she does whenever there is in-flight turbulence, or when a taxi driver speeds like a madman through the city and she's too nonconfrontational to say anything. It's a light feeling in her chest, a release of the illusion of control over her circumstances. Then Coach Taylor whines a little. She has to stay alive for Coach, a dog with such a complicated daily system of medications and nurturance needed just to be baseline okay. Maybe it's just a raccoon in the garbage--this is Toronto, after all--or a vicious wind in the yard. Perhaps an ordinary robber who is strong-arming her flatscreen and going on his way. She reaches over to scratch Coach's head, which makes them both feel sleepy. Maybe she should just go back to bed. She is lolling into what her therapist calls sensory underwhelm when she hears the sound of gunshots and breaking glass. Excerpted from The Fake: A Novel by Zoe Whittall All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.