It's Thanksgiving, 1954, and there's a dead body in a women's boardinghouse in Washington, D.C. The police are there, all of the women who live there are in shock, and nobody (including the detectives) seem to know what to do. That's the opening scene for a novel that spends most of the rest of the book revealing the inner lives of the many women who live in the house, from the elderly Hungarian immigrant to the HUAC secretary to the young mother whose husband is stuck in Japan during the Korean War. It's a lovely book, beautifully told, and I'll happily recommend it to all!
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