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“Spiegel’s novel evokes the psychic angst of Manhattanites presumptuous enough to describe themselves as struggling “artistes,” yet entitled enough to melt down when they can’t order breakfast in a diner after 11am…the writing is fresh and witty, and Sybil is a sympathetic character worthy of rooting for as she searches for something to believe in.” - Publishers Weekly

“Spiegel does an awesome job of capturing the essence of the 1990s. From the clothes to the music to the general attitude of the time period… I will definitely read this one again.” - The Well Read Wife

Spiegel paints a vivid picture of Manhattan in the 1990s and what it was like for young people trying to hit it big in the big city. . . a smart examination of a young writer’s metamorphosis into maturity.” —She Knows

“You’ll enjoy Spiegel’s style, which is witty, intelligent and introspective, contemporary and timeless: a story with which you can identify.” — Chamber Four

“It doesn’t happen very often that I relate to a character in a book as a living, breathing person. But that is exactly the gift that Spiegel gives her readers in Love Slave. Here is a novel that will appeal to a wide range of literary fiction lovers. It has just the right amount of lightness and humor mixed with wisdom to make it memorable. Sybil Weatherfield is a character who will grab onto your heart and not let go” - caribousmom.com

JENNIFER SPIEGEL

LOVE SLAVE

It’s 1995. When she can, Sybil Weatherfield works as an office temp. But in her jobless hours she may be her generation’s Dorothy Parker, writing a confessional column for the alternative weekly, New York Shock. Her friends include a paperpusher for a human rights organization and the lead singer of a local rock band called Glass Half Empty. Together they try to find a path from their own wry inactivity to something real and lasting that can matter to them. Richly funny and wincingly specific, this cunning debut novel is a bittersweet and ironic look at what it means to be enthralled by an idea—by even the most ragged possibility of love.

“Jennifer Spiegel’s New York moment, her sweet tilt on Miss Lonelyhearts, is loose among us like a confession, a letter, gossip, an advice column without boundaries.” - Ron Carlson

$14.95 / $15.95 CAN | Fiction Paperback | 5 1/2 x 8 1/4 | 304 pages

September 2012

ISBN: 978-1-60953-082-2 | Carton Quantity: 24

EISBN: 978-1-60953-083-9

Now I was dealing with God. That’s right. God had gotten involved. I prayed. I knew he had abandoned me too. I tried to make a deal. Dear God, I began, no more chocolate. I’d offer to give up sex, but I wasn’t having any. Dear God, I know you hate me, but please, God, please. Let me have a lousy pair of tickets. Show me that you haven’t abandoned me. Tickets, God. Not money, not power, not Johnny Depp. Just two Pearl Jam tickets. Let me get my way once. Let me see Eddie.

I went over the details of my life. I took subways. I drank cappuccino in trendy cafés named after European composers. I knew where to buy my bagels. I knew the place to walk my dog. I had gay friends. I lied about listening to Howard Stern. I voted Democratic. I was for cheap sex, cheap beer, and low-income housing. I lived in the Village and I didn’t eat red meat and I smoked when I drank and I was open-minded, user-friendly, acquiescent, accommodating, compliant. . . .

As evening approached, it took everything in me to put the receiver down. It rang—my mother! I burst into tears. When I told her what I was doing (it was now Saturday), she said, “Go for a walk.”

On the streets, I only stopped once by a pay phone to try again. Near Astor Place—my head pounding, my nose running—I held my arms up to the heavens and said, “For the love of God, somebody please help me!” Okay, so I never did that. But people do.

I went home and baked a potato. While baking, my skin grazed the grill, searing the fleshy web between thumb and index finger on my right hand. I lovingly put the wound to my mouth. I ran my tongue over it. I tasted it, savored it: my war wound. My Pearl Jam scar. Little Eddie.

Everyone should have a scar like this.

Jennifer Spiegel has an MA in Politics from New York University and an MFA in Creative Writing (Fiction) from Arizona State. Also the author of the story collection The Freak Chronicles, She lives in Phoenix with her husband and two children. Love Slave is her debut novel. Author Photo by Anastasia Campos.

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