This Is a Love Story

December 13, 2024

Soffer's sophomore release (following There Will Be Apricots) is indeed what the title promises, but it's a romance of many entities--New York City, Central Park, and most importantly, the protagonists: writer Abe and his artist wife Jane, who navigate seminal moments of their lives and marriage in Central Park. Chapters are told in each person's perspective--and that of the park. Soffer weaves in its history, sharing fascinating statistics and facts that add to the novel's appeal. Abe and Jane fall in love in Central Park, they bring their newborn son Max to play there, and they clutch each other among the park's trees when Jane is fighting cancer. Jane cries there when her postpartum depression brings her to a full stop; Abe also has a marital indiscretion in the city's emerald jewel. Later, adult Max takes his many romantic partners to Central Park. For Abe, Jane, and Max, the setting is their constant, their north star, and their sanctuary. Soffer's writing is simple yet poetic. Most impressive is her ability to capture the depths of emotions of all her characters while rooting readers in such a strong sense of place. VERDICT A New York love story at its finest.--Beth Liebman Gibbs

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December 16, 2024
A New York City artist reckons with her terminal illness in the poignant if overstuffed latest from Soffer (Tomorrow There Will Be Apricots). Jane, a successful painter, is dying of cancer. Her husband, celebrated author Abe, sits at her bedside and takes her on visits to nearby Central Park, where they recount their relationship, beginning with when they met at Tavern on the Green; Jane was working there to put herself through art school and Abe had just graduated from Wharton. After they marry and have a son, Jane deals with postpartum depression and worries her career is over. Other sections follow their 30-year-old son, Max, a womanizing art dealer who resents Jane for giving more time to her work than to him, and Alice, a graduate student of Abe’s who falls in love with him. The narration feels somewhat fragmented and sluggish, especially in recurring digressions on Central Park as a place where people fall in love (“In the Park, there is handholding, making out, blushing, the sharing of ham and cheese sandwiches, iced teas, double chocolate chip cookies, blazers, gloves, tissues, and headphones playing Billie Holiday”). Soffer is better when she keeps the focus on the main characters. Patient readers will find something to appreciate in this delicate meditation on love. Agent: Julie Barer, Book Group.

April 1, 2025
Central Park is a touchstone for the four New Yorkers whose perspectives shape this novel. Jane is a wildly successful visual artist; her husband, Abe, is an equally successful poet and fiction writer. They have raised a son, Max, in a Manhattan brownstone. As the novel opens, Jane is undergoing chemotherapy, and readers will come to learn that she was undone by postpartum depression; that the adult Max isn't at all like his parents; and that during a bad patch, Abe took a risk that could have capsized his marriage. The book's roving point of view finds Abe, Jane, Max, and a fourth key character revisiting pivotal moments in their lives, during which Central Park featured prominently; in one of Abe's chapters, which are addressed to Jane, he prompts, "You remember we were walking by the Ladies Pavilion in the Park when you said that you could not be with someone who would not put their art first." Scattered throughout the novel are omnisciently narrated chapters that pay homage to the park--"a beating heart, an adagio, a dreamy parenthesis"--and its denizens, many lovestruck or lovelorn. The book is beautifully if unremittingly observed, which at times gives it the feel of an extended prose poem, and Abe's narrative strands in particular can read like freely associated, strung-together vignettes. Ultimately, Soffer's unimpeachable sentences aren't enough to carry an unremarkable story with familiar plot points. (And surely at least one of the novel's two artists would have suffered a professional disappointment over the years?) Romantics and poetry lovers may find their bliss here, but readers looking for a novel with a compelling storyline may emerge dissatisfied. The title is half right: There's lots of love here, but there's not much story.

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