{"id":1094,"date":"2017-09-05T15:57:24","date_gmt":"2017-09-05T19:57:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.silvercentury.org\/2017\/09\/faith-bass-darlings-last-garage-sale\/"},"modified":"2018-03-21T09:06:40","modified_gmt":"2018-03-21T13:06:40","slug":"faith-bass-darlings-last-garage-sale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2017\/09\/faith-bass-darlings-last-garage-sale\/","title":{"rendered":"Faith Bass Darling’s Last Garage Sale"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Lynda Rutledge<\/span> – Amy Einhorn Books\/Putnam, 2012<\/em> <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Septuagenarian Faith Bass Darling\u2014once spunky and vibrant, now merely eccentric\u2014has dementia, and her memories are unreliable at best. On the eve of Y2K, acting on a message from God, reclusive Faith puts all of her worldly possessions out on the front lawn to sell for a fraction of their considerable worth. Estranged daughter Claudia returns to find what’s left of her family estate in shambles, a legacy extinguished. Her mother is now virtually unreachable, proving even old money and good health can’t buy a happy ending. The story features well-developed and endearing characters, revealing a history of a privileged family life tinged with sadness and misunderstanding. Author Rutledge ultimately asks us to consider: what is left of who we are if our memories fail and our possessions no longer hold any value? What if we gave them all away?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

By Lynda Rutledge – Amy Einhorn Books\/Putnam, 2012  Septuagenarian Faith Bass Darling\u2014once spunky and vibrant, now merely eccentric\u2014has dementia, and her memories are unreliable at best. On the eve of Y2K, acting on a message from God, reclusive Faith puts all of her…<\/span><\/p>\n

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