• Paperback: 320 pages
• Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks; Reprint edition (June 13, 2017)
“For anyone who has ever suspected something sinister lurking behind the craze of new-age spirituality, Jessica Grose has crafted just the tale for you. With the delicious bite of satire and the page-turning satisfaction of a thriller, Soulmates is a deeply compelling, funny and sharply observed look at just how far we will go to achieve inner peace.”—Lena Dunham
A clever, timely novel about a marriage, and infidelity, the meaning of true spirituality, perception and reality from the author of Sad Desk Salad, in which a scorned ex-wife tries to puzzle out the pieces of her husband’s mysterious death at a yoga retreat and their life together.
It’s been two years since the divorce, and Dana has moved on. She’s killing it at her law firm, she’s never looked better, thanks to all those healthy meals she cooks, and she’s thrown away Ethan’s ratty old plaid recliner. She hardly thinks about her husband—ex-husband—anymore, or about how the man she’d known since college ran away to the Southwest with a yoga instructor, spouting spiritual claptrap that Dana still can’t comprehend.
But when she sees Ethan’s picture splashed across the front page of the New York Post—”Nama-Slay: Yoga Couple Found Dead in New Mexico Cave”—Dana discovers she hasn’t fully let go of Ethan or the past. The article implies that it was a murder-suicide, and Ethan’s to blame. How could the man she once loved so deeply be a killer? Restless to find answers that might help her finally to let go, Dana begins to dig into the mystery surrounding Ethan’s death. Sifting through the clues of his life, Dana finds herself back in the last years of their marriage . . . and discovers that their relationship—like Ethan’s death—wasn’t what it appeared to be.
A novel of marriage, meditation, and all the spaces in between, Soulmates is a page-turning mystery, a delicious satire of our feel-good spiritual culture, and a nuanced look at contemporary relationships by one of the sharpest writers working today.
When I tell you this book is strange, I feel I need to clarify that I mean this is the best way. Like Stephen King is strange and Phillip Pullman is strange, and Phyllis Naylor Reynolds strange. It’s the creepy beach read I can definitely dig into a few hours and then realize it’s time to go home and I feel so chilled and just utterly gobsmacked.
It hit me in the lady nuts and then some.
You think you know what’s going to happen, and maybe a detail or two you do, but honestly things get so convoluted and whacked out by the end I literally stared at the wall for a few minutes after I finished reading this one.
These are the kinds of books I tend to recommend to my friends, the ones that weird me out and leave me unsure of how to feel about life, humanity and the universe.
I may not be the kind of girl who thinks she knows everything about everything, but I kept finding myself more similar to Dana than I would have liked, or more similar to Ethan even. It’s jarring when an author can create such complex and compelling characters in so few pages, and to ask such stirring questions in the guise of what seems to be your typical thriller. Spoiler alert- it’s not.
If you like your reads with a creep factor up in the King/Barker range without the gore, grab this sucker and sit tight for a wicked ride!
Thanks again to TLC Book tours and William Morrow paperbacks for the review opportunity!
About Jessica Grose
Jessica Grose is a writer and editor. She was previously a senior editor at Slate and an editor at Jezebel. Her work has appeared in the New York Times, Glamour, Marie Claire, Spin, and several other publications, and on Salon.com. She lives in Brooklyn with her husband.