Madeline: A Novel of Love, Buddhism, and Hoboken
"I have a very personal feeling about this book. It touches me and grants me the privilege of access to its romantic heroine's inner life as she arrives at a post-Woodstock womanhood in Hoboken, no less." Bob Fass, WBAI-FM It's Hoboken, 1987. The Bongos are breaking up, the Maxwell House factory fills the air with the scent of coffee, and favorite son Frank Sinatra still eats calamari at Leo's Grandevous. Twenty-seven-year-old Madeline Boot has just returned to the city, determined to start a new life after a spiritual retreat gone awry. Madeline gets involved with David Guggenheim, the bassist of the up-and-coming band Narrow Grave. Swept up by David's seductive lifestyle, Madeline seeks balance between her new relationship and her family life, which includes her upstairs neighbor Michael, a Columbia professor who translates Buddhist scriptures. Inspired by Jane Austen's "Emma," Tibetan Buddhism, and the unique charm of Hoboken, NJ, "Madeline" explores spiritual and material aspirations, and ultimately finds harmony between the two.
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