“This is fiction with the force of an avalanche.”-San Francisco Chronicle
Born in Chicago in 1974, Joshua Ferris is the author of the highly acclaimed debut novel, Then We Came to the End, published by Little Brown & Co. The book was a finalist for the National Book Award, received the 2007 PEN/Hemingway Award, and was longlisted for the Guardian First Book Award. It was also on the New York Times’ list of the ten best books of 2007, has been published in twenty-five languages, and sold in 20 countries. The LA Times wrote, “What looks at first glance like a sweet-tempered satire of workplace culture is revealed upon closer inspection to be a very serious novel about, well, America.”
His second novel, The Unnamed, (2010), is a dazzling novel about a marriage and a family and the unseen forces of nature and desire that seem to threaten them both. Tim Farnsworth loves his wife, his family, his work, his home. And then one day he stands up and walks out. And keeps walking. Constructed around one of Emily Dickinson’s poems that begins, “After great pain a formal feeling comes,” The Unnamed is the heartbreaking story of a life taken for granted and what happens when that life is abruptly and irrevocably taken away. Fiametta Rocco, Editor of Books and Arts at The Economist, called it “the best new novel I have read in the past ten years.”Newsday wrote, “Ferris’ literary magic transforms his bleak story not only into an intriguing novel of ideas but an existential mystery, an eerie road novel and, in spite of everything, an abiding love story,”while the Boston Globe declares, “The Unnamed poses a question that could not be more relevant to the America of 2010: Will the compulsions of our bodies defeat the contents of our souls?”
Joshua Ferris is the winner of the Barnes and Noble Discover New Writers Award and is on The New Yorker’s 2010 “20 Under 40″ list of fiction writers worth watching. Ferris is currently adapting Then We Came to the End for Focus Features. His latest novel, To Rise Again at a Decent Hour, was released in May 2014 and was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize for Fiction.
Ferris graduated from the University of Iowa with a BA in English and Philosophy in 1996. He then moved to Chicago and worked in advertising for several years before obtaining an MFA in writing from UC Irvine. His first published story, “Mrs. Blue,” appeared in the Iowa Review in 1999. His short story, “The Pilot,” was published in The New Yorker in June of 2010; and his short story, “The Dinner Party,” was published in the The New Yorker in August of 2008. His short fiction has appeared in Granta, Tin House, New Stories From the South, Best New American Voices, The Guardian, The Iowa Review, Prairie Schooner, and Best American Short Stories 2009. He attended the University of Iowa and the University of California, Irvine. His nonfiction has appeared in the anthologies State by State and Heavy Rotation.
Ferris and his family divide their time between Brooklyn and the Hudson Valley of New York.
Joshua Ferris’s latest novel is To Rise Again at a Decent Hour. He is also the author of the highly acclaimed debut novel, Then We Came to the End, which was a finalist for the National Book Award and received the 2007 PEN/Hemingway Award, and The Unnamed, his second novel. His fiction has appeared in The New Yorker, Granta, Tin House, The Guardian, The Iowa Review, and Best American Short Stories 2009. He attended the University of Iowa and the University of California, Irvine, and his nonfiction has appeared in the anthologies State by State and Heavy Rotation.
TO RISE AGAIN AT A DECENT HOUR (2014)
Paul O’Rourke is a man made of contradictions: he loves the world, but doesn’t know how to live in it. He’s a Luddite addicted to his iPhone, a dentist with a nicotine habit, a rabid Red Sox fan devastated by their victories, and an atheist not quite willing to let go of God. Then someone begins to impersonate Paul online, and he watches in horror as a website, a Facebook page, and a Twitter account are created in his name. What begins as an outrageous violation of his privacy soon becomes something more soul-frightening: the possibility that the online “Paul” might be a better version of the real thing. As Paul’s quest to learn why his identity has been stolen deepens, he is forced to confront his troubled past and his uncertain future in a life disturbingly split between the real and the virtual. At once laugh-out-loud funny about the absurdities of the modern world, and indelibly profound about the eternal questions of the meaning of life, love and truth, To Rise Again at a Decent Hour is a deeply moving and constantly surprising tour de force.
THE UNNAMED (Novel, 2010)
“Haunting and melancholy, furious and tender, The Unnamed is written with uncommon grace.” -Newsday
“In a radical departure from his satiric workplace comedy, Then We Came to the End (2007), Ferris turns in a dark and utterly compelling second novel on the insanity of modern life. Tim Farnsworth is a very successful trial attorney who suffers from a mysterious illness. With no warning, he is overcome by the physical compulsion to walk and walk to the point of physical exhaustion. So far, he has recovered twice. But with the third recurrence, the illness threatens to take his family under. Over the years, his wife, Jane, has rescued him countless times, in the middle of the night, in the freezing cold, from suburban communities and city parks. Now both Jane and their daughter, Becka, struggle with deep sadness and the loss of hope as Tim returns home less and less often. Ferris imbues his story with a sense of foreboding, both for the physical world, in the grip of record-breaking temperatures, and for the vulnerable nuclear family and its slow unraveling. With its devastating metaphoric take on the yearning for connection and the struggles of commitment, Ferris brilliantly channels the suburban angst of Yates and Cheever for the new millennium.” -Booklist, starred review
THEN WE CAME TO THE END (Novel, 2007)
“The Office meets Kafka. It’s Seinfeld rewritten by Donald Barthelme.” -Nick Hornby
No one knows us quite the same way as the men and women who sit beside us in department meetings and crowd the office refrigerator with their labeled yogurts. Every office is a family of sorts, and the ad agency Joshua Ferris brilliantly depicts in his debut novel is family at its strangest and best, coping with a business downturn in the time-honored way: through gossip, pranks, and increasingly frequent coffee breaks. With a demon’s eye for the details that make life worth noticing, Joshua Ferris tells a true and funny story about survival in life’s strangest environment-the one we pretend is normal five days a week.
THE UNNAMED (excerpt)
She dressed quickly and left the house, walked down the long drive to the gate, and stood at the entrance looking in both directions. Their neighborhood had been developed to preserve the natural landscape, so that certain houses were set back on hills, some had small ponds out front, and all were safely buffered by trees. Late at night within the limited view of the headlights you could almost believe you were in the country. At the crack of dawn, with everything caught in the interminable cold snap, she found the street empty and quiet. Too early for the brave morning walkers, even for those neighbors who worked in the financial sectors. The black trees all around her stood with their sharp naked branches like burnt-out dendrites. She scanned for footprints in the snow, then returned up the drive.
She got inside the car and rounded the cul-de-sac. Breaking at the gate’s edge to look both ways, she was gripped by a familiar fear. She did not know which way to turn. He had forgotten to turn on the GPS. She pounded the steering wheel with her open palms.
Anger at God was a tired and useless emotion, anger with God was so terrestrial and neutering. She thought she had arrived at a peaceful negotiation but in fact it was only a dormancy and when her anger at God met her at the end of the drive she was exhausted.
THEN WE CAME TO THE END (excerpt)
How we hated our coffee mugs, our mouse pads, our desk clocks, our daily calendars, the contents of our desk drawers. Even the photos of our loved ones taped to our computer monitors for uplift and support turned into cloying reminders of time served. But when we got a new office, a bigger office, and we brought everything with us into the new office, how we loved everything all over again, and thought hard about where to place things, and looked with satisfaction at the end of the day at how well our old things looked in this new, improved, important space. There was no doubt in our minds just then that we had made all the right decisions, whereas most days we were men and women of two minds. Everywhere you looked, in the hallways and bathrooms, the coffee bar and cafeteria, the lobbies and the print stations, there we were with our two minds.
We believed that downturns had been rendered obsolete by the ingenious technology of the new economy. We thought ourselves immune from things like plant closings in Iowa and Nebraska, where remote Americans struggled against falling-in roofs and credit card debt. We watched these blue-collar workers being interviewed on TV. For the length of the segment, it was impossible not to feel the sadness and anxiety they must have felt for themselves and their families. But soon we moved on to weather and sports and by the time we thought about them again, it was a different plant in a different city, and the state was offering dislocated worker programs, readjustment and retraining services, and skills workshops. They’d be fine. Thank god we didn’t have to worry about a misfortune like that. We were corporate citizens, buttressed by advanced degrees and padded by corporate fat. We were above the fickle market forces of overproduction and mismanaged inventory.
What we didn’t consider was that in a downturn, we were the mismanaged inventory, and we were about to be dumped like a glut of circuit boards.