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You Are My Love and My Life, You are My Inspiration

Detective McNulty becomes the writer Noah Soloway in The Affair. My McNulty! He’s older, thicker, and his back is waxed. He is also having more sex than most writers. For fuck’s sake he’s a NOVELIST. His editor is a wiry, vest-clad, bespectacled chap who brings up Steinbeck and expense accounts. Noah won’t compromise on his ending! The editor wants a murder! C’mon Noah! Play ball! Noah has dedicated his new novel to the woman he is having THE affair with. When Noah is out, Allison spies the pile of pages on his desk — the novel in progress. She lifts up the title page to see the dedication page: To Allison. She shivers with recognition of their love.

Who would you dedicate your book to?

11 Responses

  1. The man with the Grizzily Adams beard. He was horny, I was desperate. Thirty-seven years together, he’s clean shaven and I’m more than content.

  2. Yay! So glad you’re trying The Affair. It’s an excellent show to watch from a craft perspective, which means watching counts as WORK. (Right???) I love how Rawls is now the successful writer and Noah’s asshole father-in-law. Dedication: The fucktard who broke my heart, resulting in buckets of time to write.

  3. My boyfriend.

  4. I have different choices for each one, but for the first book, Mom and Dad, for not being like the messed up parents in that story.

  5. For Lola

    Upwind, downwind
    Seas abeam
    You are my life
    My love

  6. The 3 Maries.
    (My wife and daughter have the middle name Marie and my mother was Maria, Mary or Marie, depending on who you asked or what country they were from).

  7. For me, the dedication in Gloria Steinem’s new book is it. I tear up every fucking time I read it:

    Dr. John Sharpe of London, who in 1957, a decade before physicians in England could legally perform an abortion for any reason other than the health of the woman, took the considerable risk of referring for an abortion a twenty-two-year-old American on her way to India.

    Knowing only that she had broken an engagement at home to seek an unknown fate, he said, “You must promise me two things. First, you will not tell anyone my name. Second, you will do what you want to do with your life.”

    Dear Dr. Sharpe, I believe you, who knew the law was unjust, would not mind if I say this so long after your death:

    I’ve done the best I could with my life.

    This book is for you.

    • I raise my glass to wise men and women everywhere, to fairness and equality and to doing the best we can. Enjoy!

  8. It depends on the book. And it depends on what else is going on when it’s time to dedicate. Things change.

  9. Then in The Affair, Alison violently smashes all the books on her boss/the literary agent’s bookshelf….which is what I fear when writing about people, that they will get angry, and why I tread lightly on dedications. For my novel titled Miracle Girls, I dedicated the thing “to miracle girls everywhere,” a general and self-selecting audience, I hope.

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