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Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes
You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need
Robert Palmer - Addicted to Love
Elise is street smart; she has no illusions about her life, the kind of girl who grew up on the “wrong” side of the tracks in the projects in Bridgeport. She knows who she is, but she also knows how others see her, and she knows she wants better for her life. She leaves home, runs away, trying to leave behind the mother she loves, but can’t live another day with, and her younger siblings who need her protection.
She has no real place to go, no real money to live on, so when she finds an unlocked car one night, she crawls in. Desperate for sleep. When Robbie and his boyfriend-of-the-night / the owner of the car return and find her, they see her for what she is.
”An elegantly sad runaway in generic white sneakers and gold bamboo earnings.”
Robbie takes her home, rescuing her from a far worse fate, and they become roommates. Friends.
It is out of this window in this apartment where Elise first sees Jamey with Matt, two guys from Yale. They live in the townhouse next door, a relic and reminder of better days in the neighborhood, stately, glimmering with the fractured, dancing lights of the chandelier, fallen from grace.
Without pausing to think, Elise heads out, not wanting to wait for that chance encounter, she knows she has to grab this chance herself. Fate is fickle.
And so, Elise and Jamey meet, she’s wearing her signature white fake fur jacket that a girl gave her in exchange for a half-eaten can of chips. Matt does almost all the talking; Jamey introduces himself but not much more.
”But, it’s the dimpled one, Jamey—she didn’t know he could exist until tonight; it’s like she was watching a jet cross the sky then realized it’s a bird. She has to reorient herself.
Jamey is the son of money, his mother a Hollywood starlet in her day, his father an investment banker. Power. Jamey has the manners that come with money, a projected life following in the footsteps of his father at the firm handed down through his grandfather.
When Jamey is offered an internship in New York City, he invites Elise to join him for a week or two, suddenly realizing how much he’s come to want her near. Little by little this leads to more.
They fall into this lust, raw, gritty lust, it permeates everything. Almost everyone else is against this relationship; each of them tuning out those who try to warn them that this has no chance of ending well. The more they are cautioned, the less they hold onto that convention of caring what others think. They move from being enthralled by each other to spellbindingly obsessed, this raw physical passion, inescapable. A love born of clinging to each other in a world destined to turn against them, and lust.
New York City in its 1980’s fusion of lust and grime and greed, the neon lights adding that glittering aura of the era and the location that has it all, from every level of the “haves” to the “have nots” living as neighbors, behaving as strangers. From Trump Towers to the darker streets that exist outside the reach of its glittering lights, those years, the days and nights in this magical city come alive in Jardine Libaire’s “White Fur.” For me, this was the real magic of this story, of this novel, the streets and the city come alive as though it were a fairy godmother overlooking this fiery, passionate couple, seemingly destined to those all around to end in flames. Perhaps that is what stars are made of, and perhaps it is up to the stars to decide their fate.
Pub Date: 30 May 2017
Many thanks for the ARC provided by Crown Publishing / Hogarth