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JOY

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Photography by Gary Sinick, copyright © 1986.

By Anne L. Watson

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In the Oakland, California, of 1989, Mirai San Julian is a young woman with a fascinating life and a rich past. She restores historic carousels—her dream career—working from her own studio in a former roller skating rink. Though black herself, she spent her first years in a Basque immigrant community in Nevada, the adopted child of a single mother. And after the mother’s death, she was raised by her Aunt Joy in a Catholic Worker house.

Mirai has a lot going for her—but then, why is everything suddenly falling apart? Her current, year-long carousel project is veering crazily out of control, in both schedule and budget. The guy who dumped her only months before has shown up married and—as far as Mirai is concerned—to the worst possible person. Her mother’s death long ago is looking less and less like an accident. And Joy, the one person who has had her complete trust, may know more about that death than she has let Mirai believe.

Mirai knows how to restore a carousel, but can she restore relationships with those she loves? Can she strip the old paint of past wrongs to prepare her life for new, more vibrant colors? And will her eyes be clear enough to spot the brass ring when it finally comes within reach?

Anne L. Watson, a retired historic preservation architecture consultant, is the author of several novels, plus books on such diverse subjects as soapmaking and baking with cookie molds. She currently lives in Friday Harbor, Washington, in the San Juan Islands, with her husband and fellow author, Aaron Shepard, and their cat, Skeeter.


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Reviews

“A fine read, highly recommended.”—Midwest Book Review, June 2011

“A great read.”—Geeky Girl Reviews, June 21, 2011

“It takes a certain kind of magician to take a handful of different themes, ideas, fears, and dreams, pull them all together, and make a good story out of it. That’s what Anne L. Watson has done in her new novel. And, like good magic, I think you’ll find this book will delight and amaze.”—Ian Byington, San Juan Island Update, July 19, 2011

Joy was a joy to read! . . . Beautifully written, rich, descriptive.”—BookVisions, July 30, 2011


Sample Text

Next morning, I picked out Will’s car parked on the street in front of the coffee shop. No room for doubt—Will had a real screamer of a car, an old red Mustang convertible.

Not that he described it that way. His version started off with “1964-1/2” for the model year and “poppy red” for the color, then veered into details about the color of certain key engine parts—at which point I had always zoned out so far, I didn’t hear the rest of the speech.

There it sat, parked at the curb in Peregrine Falls, Idaho, already collecting a few admirers. Not even counting the vanity plate—ORGAN4U—the car had so much of Will’s personality attached to it, I felt mildly nauseated. As an alternative to kicking a fender, I slammed into the coffee shop.

“Whoa, Mirai! Remember us?”

The crew had gathered at the only big table in the Clearwater Cafe. I’d been so wrapped up in my own problems, I hadn’t even seen them. They were all there—Evangeline, Harvey, Mr. Papadakis. And Will.

Neither fight nor flight was practical. I sat down at the table. The waitress hurried to me with a coffeepot and mug. I ordered the special and sipped my coffee. “Clearwater” was certainly the word for that coffee—they must have named the restaurant after it. I glanced around the table, skipping over Will.

Mr. Papadakis caught my eye. “What’s the agenda?” he asked.

“We’ll go to the park as soon as we’re done here. Check out the carousel, then have lunch with the committee. We have to give the owners a preliminary report tomorrow morning.”

Evangeline smiled. “How long are you staying?” she asked me.

“All week. You?”

“I’ll stay awhile. I may want to work on things in place.” In Evangeline’s case, “awhile” could mean several months. She had an answering service, but no permanent address. At the moment, I envied her.

Harvey shook his head. “I’m leaving tomorrow night. I’ll come back later, when the work on the building starts. For now, a couple of days will do it.”

It was Will’s turn, so I had to look toward him then. He sat quietly, holding a coffee cup. Will had never worn jewelry, but now a ring glinted on his finger. A plain gold ring on the fourth finger of his left hand. A wedding ring.


A Note from Anne

Ever since I was a child, I’ve loved carousels. I grew up in New Orleans and have happy memories of the beautiful one at Pontchartrain Beach. As an adult, I worked professionally in architectural and art preservation. Carousel restoration, it turns out, involves many of the same problems and challenges.

The characters in Joy are concerned with restoration—but not just of carousels, though that’s most obvious. They work also for restoration of truth, of memories, of relationships. And finally, of their city and of their way of life after a major disaster.

In some respects, a novel is an autobiography that has been through a blender. I based this novel on stories from friends who grew up as first-generation Americans; on the Oakland and San Francisco I knew in the 1970s, ‘80s, and ‘90s; and on my interest in the Catholic Worker movement—among many other things.

Anne L. Watson


Anne’s Novels

Book cover: Skeeter, A Cat TaleBook cover: Pacific AvenueBook cover: JoyBook cover: FlightBook cover: Cassie's CastawaysBook cover: Willow's CrystalBook cover: Benecia's MirrorBook cover: A Chambered NautilusBook cover: Departure


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