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...place. Andrea had resisted the idea of a nanny or a housekeeper, says Rusty, who felt that keeping house "was a source of pride for her." The Kennedys thought he should have hired somebody long ago. "I had five children, but I had a very good husband who helped," Jutta says. Rusty's mom Dora, however, came from Tennessee to help, sleeping at a motel and watching Andrea and the kids...
...youngest of five. Her parents, determined to vary the children's interests, would rouse them from bed at 5:30 a.m. to swim in the cold pool at the YMCA. The family had one of the largest paper routes in Houston, making deliveries in their mother Jutta's aqua station wagon, which their father Andrew had souped up. As soon as she was old enough, Andrea got a job at a Jack in the Box restaurant. "Her parents expected her to make good grades, and she made good grades," recalls Wark. "She was always interested in pleasing her parents, particularly...
...Sugar Peas,” the true standout of the collection, is a funny and simultaneously tragic diatribe on one man’s emotional polygamy. Thomas is married with children to Jutta. He becomes entangled in an extremely serious affair with Veronika, who wants a larger commitment from him, and after years of his double-life, she gives birth to his child. At this point, Schlink begins setting up Thomas’ ultimate flaw: obliviousness...
This three-pronged story confidently weaves between Thomas’ separate lives, and ultimately the reader has a sense of all three; his fatherly life with Jutta, his identity as an artist and eventually a father with Veronika, and his role as an authority figure with Helga, who treats him with a child-like dependency. Thomas’ life becomes highly complex, and he keeps up the charade for no explicit reason, except that he is simply too weak to knock off a couple corners of his triangle. This is most certainly the crux of the story?...
...even the Ricola house band. Each morning, we would sit to a breakfast of cereal with milk from a cow we could see through the window, bread with cheese made in the neighboring town and conversation topped with the mindless thumping of music from home. Our hosts, Christoph and Jutta, were warm country folk, with an agreeable predisposition to sausage and beer, but, alas, an ugly fetish for American music...