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The Second Life of Samuel Tyne

by (author) Esi Edugyan

Publisher
Knopf Canada
Initial publish date
Mar 2005
Category
Psychological, Family Life, General
  • Paperback / softback

    ISBN
    9780060736040
    Publish Date
    Oct 2019
    List Price
    $16.99 USD
  • Hardback

    ISBN
    9780060736033
    Publish Date
    Aug 2004
    List Price
    $24.95 USD
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    ISBN
    9780676976311
    Publish Date
    Mar 2005
    List Price
    $22.00

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From the Internationally Bestselling author of WASHINGTON BLACK winner of the 2018 Scotiabank Giller Prize and finalist for the Man Booker Prize.

Once a young Ghanaian emigrant of outstanding promise, Samuel Tyne is languishing as a low-level civil servant in Calgary. When he unexpectedly inherits a mansion in what was formerly an all-black town, he seems to have been offered that fabled second chance, even if his wife and twin daughters are profoundly—and strangely—set against it. But as his desire for success intensifies, Samuel Tyne finds his life disintegrating around him.

About the author

A graduate of Johns Hopkins University and the University of Victoria, ESI EDUGYAN was raised in Calgary, Alberta. She is the award-winning and internationally bestselling author of Washington Black, which was a finalist for the Rogers Writers’ Trust Fiction Prize and the Man Booker Award and won the Scotiabank Giller Prize; Half-Blood Blues, which was a finalist for the Governor General’s Literary Award and the Man Booker Prize and won the Scotiabank Giller Prize; and The Second Life of Samuel Tyne. She is also the author of Dreaming of Elsewhere, which is part of the Kreisel Memorial Lecture Series. She has held fellowships in the U.S., Scotland, Iceland, Germany, Hungary, Finland, Spain, and Belgium. She lives in Victoria, British Columbia.

 

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Excerpt: The Second Life of Samuel Tyne (by (author) Esi Edugyan)

The house had always had a famished look to it. At least in Samuel’s imagination, for he had never once seen it. It sat on the outskirts of Aster, a town whose most noted relic was the fellowship between its men. Driving through, one might see a solemn group, patient and thoughtful, sharing a complicit cigarette as the sun set behind the houses. And for a man like Samuel, whose life lacked intimacy, the town seemed the return to the honest era he longed for. But he knew Maud would never move there, and the twins, for the sake of siding with her, would object in their quiet way.

News of the house had arrived in that spring of 1968, an age characterized by its atrocities: the surge of anti-Semitism throughout Poland; the black students killed in South Carolina at a still-segregated bowling alley; the slaughter of Vietnam. It was also an age of assassinations: that year witnessed the deaths of Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy, and those of less public men who gave their lives for ideas, or for causes, or for no good reason at all. But in Calgary, Alberta, in the far remove of the civil service, Samuel Tyne, a naturally apolitical man, worried only over his private crises. For his world held no future but quiet workdays, no past beyond youth and family life. Oblivious to all else, he mistook molehills for mountains, and, in fact, he denied the existence of mountains at all.

Sitting in the darkened shed in his backyard, Samuel examined the broken objects around him. Smoke from the solder filled his nose, his mouth tasting uncomfortably of blood. Snuffing the rod on a scorched pink sponge, he abandoned the antique clock and stood at the dusty window. He dreaded telling Maud about inheriting his uncle’s house. She was prone to overreacting. Theirs was a singular marriage, plagued by the same upsets of all conjugal life, but with added tensions, for across the sea, their tribes had been deeply scornful of each other for centuries.

Jacob’s death had been the first shock, but Samuel deliberated longer over the second: his unexpected inheritance. The first call had come days ago, after dinner, during Samuel and Maud’s only shared hour of the day. Already weary of each other’s company, they beat the stubborn dust from the living-room furniture and sat with the resignation of people fated to die together. Samuel took up his favourite oak rocker, Maud the beige shag chair, and the clicking of her knitting needles filled the room.

“They’ve always been withdrawn,” she complained. “But this is madness. They won’t even talk to me. Their world begins and ends with each other, without a care for anyone else.”

Samuel sighed, scrutinizing his wife. She was thin as an iron filing, with a face straight out of a daguerreotype, an antiquated beauty inherited from her father. Her church friends so indulged her worries that Samuel, too, found he had to stomach her complaints good-naturedly. She took everything personally.

“Perhaps they did not hear you,” he said.

Maud continued to knit in silence, thinking, One does not ask a fool the way to Accra when one has a map in her pocket. The twins really had changed. Only Yvette spoke, and she wasted few words. Maud couldn’t understand it. As babies they’d been so different she’d corrected the doctor’s proclamation that they were identical. Now they’d grown so similar she couldn’t always say with great authority who was who. But she suspected it was her own fault. The thought of being responsible unsteadied her hands, and the sound of her nervously working needles began to irritate Samuel.

He’d been lost in his own meditations, contemplating what to fix next so that he would not have to think of his stifling job. Officially, Samuel was a government-employed economic forecaster, but when asked lately how he made his living, he lacked the passion to explain. The civil service now seemed an arena for men who woke to find their hopes burnt out. Every day, he too grew disillusioned. Even his children had become a distant noise. Samuel was the oldest forty in the world.

Yet fear of quitting his job did not unnerve him — it seemed only practical that he should fear it. What humiliated him was that he failed to quit because he dreaded his wife’s wrath.

Agitated, he’d begun to run through ways of asking Maud to stop knitting so loudly when the phone rang. People rarely called the house, so Samuel and Maud paused for a moment in their chairs. Finally, Maud dropped her lapful of yarn to the carpet, saying, “I’ll get it, just like everything else in this house.”

Samuel stared at the empty armchair. From the kitchen her voice droned on; he could pick out only the higher words. But they were enough. His chair began to rock, unsummoned, in what seemed like a human, futile move to pacify him. His childhood came back to him, a bitter string of incidents more felt than remembered. And the memories seemed full of such delicate meaning that he might have been experiencing his own death. Opening his eyes, his wife stood before him, uncomfortable.

“You’ve heard then,” she said in a soft voice.

“Uncle Jacob,” he said. He stilled his chair.

“It took this long for them to find our number. I guess he didn’t mention he had family.” The spite in her comment sounded crass even to Maud. She went quietly back to her chair. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“When did he die?”

“Night before last. That’s what they think, anyway. He was very stubborn about being left alone in that old house. A neighbour he’d been friendly with went to call on him for something, and the front door was open. Just like that. They found him collapsed in a chair. Said he couldn’t have been gone more than an hour before they found him. It was God’s grace, too, because the neighbour had only gone to say goodbye before leaving town for a week, and no one else called on Jacob much.”

Samuel nodded. Jacob had been a private man. So private that he’d cut from his life the man he’d raised as his own son. Samuel looked at Maud’s hands, a dark knot on her lap.

“Good night,” he said.

Maud rose with deliberate slowness, giving him time to change his mind. She stood quite uselessly in the doorway; then after a moment the hall lights went out and he heard her ascend the stairs.

Editorial Reviews

“A deftly constructed tale [with a] fiery climax. . . Edugyan’s story of one tiny, befuddled corner of the African diaspora is finally about all of us — about the hope we have of being our best selves, before it’s too late.”
The Globe and Mail

“Psychotic twins, small-town racism and Samuel’s struggle for identity [comprise] a truly interesting tale. [A] first novel, bright light. . .to be delved into and pondered.”
The Times-Colonist (Victoria)

“Powerfully written….It is not surprising her stories should appeal to [Joyce Carol] Oates, because there is a similar feel to their work. Both drag the reader along on journeys they might not take alone, but won’t forget, however queasy they might feel afterward.”
The Hamilton Spectator

“[A] daring, original work….In this remarkably composed novel, Esi Edugyan has conjured up a broth of magic and reality that crosses cultural boundaries. Some things in our experience — even the petty betrayals and the few exalted moments — are a mystery, the novel suggests. We go on, and there is no logical explanation for the turning of the seasons. At the end of his second life, that’s what the look on Samuel Tyne’s face seems to say.”
The Vancouver Sun

“Her prose style is poised and deeply serious, and it is perfectly suited to a story filled, as this is, withrich layers of plot….It is an unsentimental portrait, and Edugyan confronts this man’s destiny with a kind of clarity that he himself only sees in spurts.”
The Edmonton Journal

“Edugyan describes the complexities of family life in absorbing detail. The first half of the novel holds much promise. The cadenced sentences demand attention, drawing the reader deep into the resentment and deterioration of the family. …Edugyan has a strong ability to conjure characters and a sense of place and time. She writes with quiet compassion about Aster’s black population and their struggles though small-town stereotypes and expectations.”
Winnipeg Free Press

“…a work that balances the brilliance an audacity of youthful enthusiasm with sage awareness. It’s an impressive debut. …Edugyan does a fine job building the tension, eliciting a gothic menace that suffuses even the banal of descriptions or conversations. … The Second Life of Samuel Tyne stands a beautifully written novel of mounting isolation, violence and loss, the legacy of family and of culture, of wisdom hard-won and tragic. It’s hard to believe it’s a first novel.”
—Robert Wiersema, Toronto Star
"Esi Edugyan has written a moving and brilliant novel. Both familiar and exotic, The Second Life of Samuel Tyne is in some ways a compassionate second chance for us all."
—David Adams Richards

"Prepare to meet Maude and Samuel Tyne, two of the most complex, contradictory, frustrating, appealing, and heart-breaking characters you're likely to find between covers. Prepare to worry about them, cheer for them, defend them, even to love them — while wanting to knock their heads together or give them a good shake. This husband and wife are so real you think you ought to get to Alberta fast and try to save them from themselves. But first you'd have to save them from their terrifying daughters."
—Jack Hodgins

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