{"id":1103,"date":"2017-09-05T15:57:24","date_gmt":"2017-09-05T19:57:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.silvercentury.org\/2017\/09\/emily-alone\/"},"modified":"2018-03-21T09:12:54","modified_gmt":"2018-03-21T13:12:54","slug":"emily-alone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2017\/09\/emily-alone\/","title":{"rendered":"Emily, Alone"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><span class=\"byline\">By&nbsp;<span class=\"\">Stewart O&#8217;Nan<\/span>&nbsp;&#8211;&nbsp;<em>Viking Adult, 2011<\/em>&nbsp;<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Stewart O&#8217;Nan has a knack for crafting seemingly mundane and minute details into such thoughtful prose that his words become etched in a reader\u2019s mind. In this novel, Emily is a widow in her 80s who has given up driving, resigned to relying on her sister-in-law, Arlene, as chauffeur. When Arlene faints at their regular lunch buffet, Emily drives home. This single moment sparks a renewal of her independence. With an ironic sense that she is reversing her dependence on others at an advanced age, what follows is a year in the life of Emily Maxwell. O\u2019Nan\u2019s depiction is so believable, you may be convinced that he was an older woman in a previous life, and so intimate, it feels like spying. Has O&#8217;Nan offered us a look into our own aging, perhaps?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By&nbsp;Stewart O&#8217;Nan&nbsp;&#8211;&nbsp;Viking Adult, 2011&nbsp; Stewart O&#8217;Nan has a knack for crafting seemingly mundane and minute details into such thoughtful prose that his words become etched in a reader\u2019s mind. In this novel, Emily is a widow in her 80s who<span class=\"ellipsis\">&hellip;<\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"read-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2017\/09\/emily-alone\/\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Emily, Alone<\/span><span class=\"meta-nav\"> &#8250;<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<p><!-- end of .read-more --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3662,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_FSMCFIC_featured_image_caption":"","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_nocaption":"","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_hide":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[52,58],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1103","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-widows-widowers","category-womens-lives"],"cc_featured_image_caption":{"caption_text":false,"source_text":false,"source_url":false},"wps_subtitle":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1103","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1103"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1103\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3801,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1103\/revisions\/3801"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3662"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1103"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1103"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1103"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}