I befriended kids who disappeared into boxwood hedges at the end of August, never to be heard from again. In summer, the Hamptons was the picture of the American Dream: polo-shirt-wearing families on sailboats, licking ice cream from waffle cones. We lived in a modest, two-story house with cedar shake siding that had long been mottled gray. I’d grown up as a year-rounder in East Hampton. His dyed beard was touted as one of his many eccentricities. He also had a blue Bugatti, a nineteen-foot TV with surround sound that could be controlled from anywhere in the world, and, for all of his computers, brass keyboards with round typewriter keys, which run about two grand apiece. And by blue, I mean painted bright blue, so that at certain times of day, in certain weather, it merged with the sky. Her work has been published by Tin House, n+1, Electric Literature, McSweeney's Internet Tendency, The Threepenny Review, The Indiana Review, Epoch, AQR, MQR, and many others, and has been selected by The Best American Short Stories as a distinguished story.īluebeard, as he was called on the gossip sites, had two houses: a penthouse on Fifth Avenue facing the park and a blue beachfront mansion in East Hampton. Adelmann is the author of the short story collection Girls of a Certain Age, which explores the many impossible choices of modern girl and womanhood. The following is excerpted from Maria Adelmann's debut novel, How to Be Eaten.
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