One fateful night changes the lives and fortunes of three innocent women -- Kathryn, Laurel, and Julia Peyton as they cross paths with wealthy California oil magnate Victor Banning and his grandsons Jud and Cale, who he raised to be just like him: hungry predators in a dog-eat-dog world...until everything changes between them when they meet a young woman named Laurel Peyton.
"Spanning thirty years and three generations of Peyton women and Banning men, Dark Places In The Heart follows both families in the most unexpected of ways. A novel that is both provocative and lyrical, it explores the depth of blood ties, the mistakes we make in the name of love, and our ability to hope, forgive, and find the courage to change." Kristin Hannah, Bestselling Author of The Nightingale and The Great Alone.
Bestselling hardcover contemporary women's fiction at Barnes and Noble, Publishers Weekly and New York Times.
Southern California
Warm and motionless nights were natural in LA, a place where so much of life was staged and the weather seldom competed for attention. There, events and people stood in the limelight. On most nights, somewhere in the city, searchlights panned the sky; tonight, in front of the La Cienega Art Gallery. All the art show regulars were there in force, names from the society pages, old money and new, along with enough existentialist poets and bohemians to fill every coffeehouse from Hollywood to Hermosa Beach.
Well-known art critics chatted about perspective and meaning, debated social message. They adored the artist, a vibrant, exotic woman whose huge canvases had violent splashes of color charging across them, and wrote about her work in effusive terms as bold as the work itself, likening her to the abstract expressionists Pollock and de Kooning. Rachel Espinosa was the darling of the LA art scene, and Rudy Banning’s wife.
Rudy came to the show late, after drinking all afternoon. His father was right: he was a sucker—something that was easier to swallow if he chased it with a bottle of scotch. The searchlights were off when he parked his car outside the gallery. Once inside, he leaned against the front door to steady himself.
A milky haze of cigarette smoke hovered over the colorless sea of black berets, gray fedoras, and French twists. In one corner, a small band played an odd arrangement of calypso and jazz—Harry Belafonte meets Dave Brubeck. The booze flowed, cigarettes were stacked every few feet on tall silver stanchions, and the catering was Catalan—unusual—and done to propagate the lie that his wife, Rachel Maria-Teresa Antonia Espinosa, was pure Spanish aristocracy. This was her night, and her stamp was on the whole production.
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Italian
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Translated by Tânia Nezio
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Author review: Fabulous and professional translator. Highly recommended. |
