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Penelope (Vintage Contemporaries)

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From Chapter 1.

Letters of Note

 

 

 

In the July before school started, Penelope Davis O’Shaunessy, an incoming Harvard freshman of average height and lank hair, filled out a survey about what type of roommate she was looking for. She felt she had accurately represented herself as someone who was not too messy while, at the same time, not too clean. Hopefully, she would end up with people who answered the same description.

 

In August, the Harvard Admissions Office sent Penelope a brief note with the names of her future roommates and their contact information. One roommate, Emma Green, was from New York City, and the other, Lan Wu, was from Palo Alto, California. Penelope hesitated, unsure of whether to contact either of them. Luckily both contacted her before she could decide what to do about the matter.

 

The first missive was from Emma, the resident of New York City:

 

Hi, Penelope and Lan,

 

 

I wanted to get the ball rolling on introductions, so I figured I’d tell you guys a bit about myself. My name is Emma and I’m from New York City. I can’t believe I’m going to be missing out on New York pizza and dry cleaning for a whole four years! I graduated from Spence and am thinking about concentrating in history, with maybe an eye toward law school. I am incredibly committed to my extracurricular activities and am especially interested in joining student government or the Institute of Politics. Go Schumer! Of course, I like to have a good time, if I ever get time to have it. Also I hear we are living in the worst building on campus. My mother is complaining.

 

Emma

 

 

Penelope was just about to wonder how it was possible to miss dry cleaning in any particular region when she received an e-mail from Lan of Palo Alto, California:

 

 

Dear everyone,

Yes, I am a smoker.

 

Love,

Lan

 

 

* * *

 

Apart from this correspondence, Penelope’s summer was much like any other summer. She worked at an ice cream shop. She went to the beach. Occasionally, she pretended she was Julia Child and talked in a funny voice while cooking beef bouillon. Penelope was normal and typical in many respects. Thus she looked forward to college with a certain amount of pleasant apprehension and dread.

 

When the day finally arrived, Penelope loaded all her possessions into the car and tumbled in next to her mother. Uncharacteristically, Penelope’s mother was silent for a while, but as soon as they got onto the highway, her eyes started filling up with tears. Then she said, “Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening. I just can’t. Doesn’t it seem like two seconds ago that you were in high school?”

 

“Yes, it does,” said Penelope.

 

“I can’t believe it. It’s sad, but so exciting for you. I bet you will meet the best people.”

 

“Probably tons of famous scientists,” volunteered Penelope.

 

“Probably,” said her mother. There was a bit of a silence.

 

“So what are you going to do once you are up there?” asked Penelope’s mother. She said this very casually, which made Penelope nervous.

 

“How do you mean?” asked Penelope.

 

“What I mean is, do you have any strategies for making friends at Harvard? How are you going to make a good impression? How will you introduce yourself?”

 

“I don’t know,” said Penelope. “I was thinking I would strike a balance between friendliness and intelligent raillery.”

 

“Um, OK,” said Penelope’s mother. “I mean, you can be friendly, but not too friendly. Sometimes silence is best. Especially in the beginning.”

 

“I suppose,” said Penelope hesitantly.

 

“It doesn’t do anyone good to be too enthusiastic, you know, because that can put people off. Just be friendly. Friendly and aloof.”

 

“OK,” said Penelope. A reconciliation of opposites, she thought.

 

“So let’s go through this. What are you going to say to people when you meet them?”

 

“Hello.”

 

“Penelope, seriously. Because, you know, I have heard you say some things that might put people off and you really have to be careful of that.”

 

“What kinds of things? I don’t think I say anything weird,” said Penelope.

 

“Penelope, I know what I’m talking about.”

 

“See, I don’t,” said Penelope.

 

“The car seat thing, for example. Whenever you bring that up, it is totally bizarre.”

 

“What do you mean?” asked Penelope. “What car seat?”

 

“Penelope, you know which car seat.”

 

“You mean the car seat I sat in until I was in fourth grade? That’s an interesting anecdote. It is like something Noël Coward would say at a party.”

 

“What?” said her mother. “It really isn’t.”

 

“Fine,” said Penelope.

 

“And you never even had scoliosis.”

 

“But I was spiritually in a brace,” said Penelope. Her mother ignored her.

 

“Why don’t you promote yourself? Why don’t you say that you are a National Merit Scholar?”

 

“Who would want to know about that?” said Penelope sulkily.

 

“Lots of people,” said her mother.

 

“Not any famous scientists!” said Penelope. “They would find that very boring information. What do you want me to say? Hello, I am Penelope, I am a National Merit Scholar?”

 

“No, you are missing the point of what I am saying,” said Penelope’s mother.

 

“OK, except I am not,” said Penelope. They were silent until they got to Harvard.

 

 

* * *

 

 

Penelope was duly awed. Harvard stretched languidly and impressively into the rest of Cambridge like a redbrick monopoly. It was larger and more obliquely Federalist than Penelope remembered and, if she thought about it, she was intimidated. To her right she saw a large clock tower; to her left she saw a tobacco shop filled with antique pipes. In the center she saw a gigantic Au Bon Pain.

 

“Wow,” she observed to her mother.

 

“I know,” said her mother. “I have never seen that big of an Au Bon Pain before either.”

 

 

* * *

 

 

Penelope and her mother parked the car on a small cobblestone side street and followed several signs emblazoned with arrows and the word “Registration” in crimson filagree lettering. Eventually they arrived at a small table in the middle of Harvard Yard, the large field around which all the freshmen were going to live. The Yard was very impressive, a wide expanse of perfectly manicured lawns and pathways, surrounded by old brick dormitories. Penelope remembered Harvard Yard from her admissions brochure, specifically a picture of it where Abercrombie models were playing touch football in Harvard sweatshirts and disheveled cashmere bow ties. She was excited to live there. In her fantasies, Penelope pictured herself advocating for Title IX while attractively tackling several men at once.

 

Two men were sitting at the registration table. Both were about twenty and one had a ponytail. They were laughing at something.

 

“I know, man,” said one of them. “What would we do without old Fermat kicking us in the balls?”

 

“Hello?” said Penelope.

 

“Oh, hi,” said the ponytail while the first one recovered himself. “What can we do for you?”

“I’m here to register. I’m a freshman. Penelope O’Shaunessy?”

 

“O’Shaunessy, O’Shaunessy, ahh, here we are. You have two roommates, as you must already know by now, and you live in Pennypacker, which you also probably know. Here is your key. You live on the third floor...”

 

“Um, where is Pennypacker?” asked Penelope. “Is it that one?” She pointed to a large brick building with a neoclassical stone porch. A handsome man with chin-length blond hair was walking past it. He was wearing a three-piece khaki linen suit and laughing into a cell phone, like the regent of a tiny, unpronounceable European principality. Penelope wondered if he was drifting toward the registration desk. It seemed as though he was going to.

 

“Oh, no, it’s actually down past the library, across the street,” Ponytail said, pointing to an unseen building. Penelope craned her neck, but she was distracted by the blond man, who really was heading toward the registration desk.

 

“But I thought all the freshmen lived here,” Penelope said.

 

“Most all of them do,” Ponytail said. “You, on the other hand, live in a converted apartment building above a radio station.”

 

“Oh,” said Penelope. She was disappointed but tried to hide it. The blond man was now within earshot.

 

“The radio station is great though,” said Ponytail. “Sometimes they play music for twenty-two hours at a time, uninterrupted.”

 

“Is that fun?” said Penelope.

 

“Only if you like flutes, darling, and honestly, who does? In their heart of hearts,” said the blond man as he walked by. Then he was gone.

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Product Details

ISBN:
9780307950314
Author:
Harrington, Rebecca
Publisher:
Vintage Books
Subject:
Humorous
Subject:
Humor : General
Subject:
Literature-Coming of Age
Subject:
fiction;college;harvard
Copyright:
Edition Description:
Trade paper
Series:
Vintage Contemporaries
Publication Date:
20120831
Binding:
TRADE PAPER
Language:
English
Pages:
288
Dimensions:
7.9 x 5.1 x 0.82 in 0.6375 lb
Age Level:
Literature-Coming of Age

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"Publishers Weekly Review" by , "Harrington's debut is a wryly funny bildungsroman chronicling the titular character's freshman year at Harvard, and all the supplementary standard collegiate fare — drunken parties and regrettable hookups, pretentious extracurriculars, friends with and without benefits, an incessant pressure to succeed, and the #1 question: Who am I? Relatively plotless, the novel still works in a meandering, searching way. Penelope is sweet but socially awkward, and woefully prone to let little things spiral out of control — during a drunken dance, a boy kisses Penelope, 'mostly with his incisors,' before vomiting on her shoes; and a favor for a roommate leads to a long-term commitment to a stage production of Caligula. While navigating the perilous social tides of the sea of her privileged peers, Penelope's heart floats between Ted, whose romantic involvement with Penelope's friend Catherine is ill-defined, and eccentric Gustav, who uses words like 'darling' and 'bourgeois,' and prides himself on being 'as primed for disease as an Indian.' Penelope's candidly deadpan neuroses provide plenty of humor, and while the well-off kids of Harvard Yard might seem too aloof, in Harrington's hands they're entertaining company. Agent: Jane Finigan, Lutyens & Rubinstein." Publishers Weekly Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
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