Outtakes from a Marriage

Outtakes from a Marriage

by Ann Leary


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"A sparkling debut novel...a bittersweet tale about love, marriage, and the perils of fame." —People

Julia and Joe Ferraro are living the good life in Manhattan now that Joe’s finally made it; he’s the star of a hit TV show and has just been nominated for a Golden Globe. Even better, Julia and Joe are still madly in love.

Or so Julia thinks until the fateful evening when she accidentally hears a voice mail on Joe’s phone—a message left by a woman who is clearly more than a friend. Suddenly Julia is in a tailspin, compulsively checking Joe’s messages, stalking him in cyberspace, and showing up unannounced on his sets, wondering all along if she should confront him.

Julia’s search forces her to consider the possibility that in the long process of helping Joe become something, she has become a bit of a “nothing,” as her daughter once described her to her class on career day. When Julia and Joe first met, she was an edgy East Village girl who wrote music reviews for the Village Voice and threw famed parties in a gritty downtown loft with her friends. But after Joe won her heart, she settled into doting motherhood and a new life of comfy clothes and parenting associations.

Now, faced with the looming awards show and the possibility of a destroyed marriage, Julia embarks on an accelerated self-improvement routine of Botox, hair extensions, and erotically charged shrink sessions while dodging the sancti-mommies who lie in wait for her at her son’s preschool each day.

A unique take on the perennially popular issue of women trying not to lose themselves in matrimony and motherhood, Outtakes from a Marriage is expertly and humorously set against the Manhattan preschool mafia, the Hollywood machine, and the ticking clock of a waiting red carpet.

"How does a free spirit turned wife and mother cope with her actor husband's infidelity?...With tears, irreverent humor and, ultimately, a reaffirmed sense of self...A witty take on marital survival in Manhattan—with heart." Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307405876
Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
Publication date: 06/03/2008
Pages: 272
Product dimensions: 9.48(w) x 6.38(h) x 1.06(d)

About the Author

ANN LEARY is the author of two novels, The Children and The Good House, as well as a memoir, An Innocent, a Broad. She and her husband, the actor-comedian Denis Leary, live with their two children in northwestern Connecticut.

Visit the author at www.annleary.com.

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Outtakes from a Marriage A Novel
By Ann Leary
Shaye Areheart Books Copyright © 2008 Ann Leary
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ISBN: 9780307405876


Joseph Ferraro.”

The two words rose above the restaurant din from one of the tables behind me, rose up and out of the dull white drone of late-night chatter and the chink of fork upon china and the distant half-drowned tracks of a forgotten Hindi-jazz CD. Had they been any other two words, they might have become part of the ambient clamor that surrounds each table at Pastis like a protective garment, allowing its occupants to speak of love or desire or deals or just to leisurely gossip, as Karen Metzger and I had been doing for the past five minutes. It was Wednesday night at Pastis, we were celebrating Joe’s Golden Globe nomination with the Metzgers, and the guys had gone outside for a smoke.

“This is amazing, Julia, you have to try it,” Karen said. She was hacking away at a mound of hard hazelnut ice cream. “Here. Try it,” she said, tapping the plate with the tip of her spoon. Then she carved out one more little bite for herself.

“I just saw him, he’s standing outside smoking. Right outside the door.” It was the same man’s voice behind me, eager and disbelieving.

“I know. We saw that guy, but we don’t think it’s him. He looks too small.” This was a girl. A tipsy girl. And young, that was clear. She divided the word small into two syllables and then dropped the second syllable an octave, just the way mydaughter, Ruby, and her friends did when they spoke to one another.

“Everybody looks smaller in real life,” said the guy. “Ever seen Tom Cruise? Guy’s a dwarf. Ever seen Al Pacino, Sean Penn? Pygmies!”

I shot Karen a look of startled amusement but she hadn’t heard him. She was shaving tawny ice-cream crescents onto her spoon and reexamining, in a tone that was rising with shrill indignation, the “perfect storm” that had swept her husband Brian’s just-released film to the bottom of the box-office charts, where it clung, battered by reviewers, looking for a dignified and timely route to next season’s DVD releases.

“The studio was out to lunch on this one,” Karen said. “And Sophie Wilkes just can’t act. A director can only do so much.”

“I don’t know, I think she’s all right,” I said. “Everybody liked her in that movie about the teacher. Didn’t she win the Oscar?”

“That was a fluke. She’s awful. Why aren’t you eating this?” Karen pushed the ice-cream plate to my side of the table and then she stared at it, wistfully.

“Go ahead,” I said. “I like it when it’s a little melted.” I slid the plate back to her. “Can I use your phone?” My phone was in my purse, dead.

Karen took one last swipe at the ice cream and then she plunged her arm up to her elbow into the oversized Balenciaga tote that hung from the back of her chair. She probed the depths of that three-thousand-dollar handbag, biting her lip and staring straight ahead, and I was reminded of a young English veterinarian I had recently seen on a television show, struggling to extract an unborn calf from the womb of its desperate mother.

“I can use Joe’s phone when he comes back,” I offered.

Karen frowned for a moment, thrusting her arm slightly deeper, and I could see the bulge of her knuckles as they rolled along the supple leather walls of the bag. There was the muffled tumbling of keys and coins and then she extracted the phone triumphantly.

“And I told Brian not to cast John Gregory Mason. He’s just too gay. Nobody believes him when he plays a romantic lead.” Karen held the phone at arm’s length and squinted at the screen. Then she handed it to me.

“John Mason’s gay?”

“Julia . . . yes. Everybody knows this.”

“Wait. I know somebody who dated him. A girl.”

“Nonetheless. Giant fag.”

“No . . .” I said, laughing helplessly, but Karen interrupted me. “When they were shooting the scenes in Thailand, John had a parade of local working boys wandering in and out of his trailer every day. Ask Brian!” she said when I gave her a look. “And listen to this. We invited him out to Southampton one weekend and he brought tasteful gifts for me, the kids . . . even the dog.” Karen was whispering now because Joe and Brian were heading back to the table.

“What straight man is that thoughtful?” she murmured as I began to punch out my phone number.

“Well, I hear Tim Robbins is thoughtful. . . .”

“Julia . . . John Gregory Mason brought an Hermès collar for Waffles.”

My thumb gleefully hit the last four numbers. An Hermès collar for poor old Waffles!

The Nextel recording prompted me to enter my security code, and as I tapped it in, I watched Brian and Joe make their way through the crowded room. I recall, now, that Joe wore his “Yes, it’s me” expression—a shy half-smile, his gaze fixed just above the nudges and hungry glances that carried him along like a gentle wave. From behind me the man said, “I toldja! Joe Ferraro,” and then Joe Ferraro himself, grinning broadly now, slid into the chair beside me.

“Jesus Christ, we could hear you girls cackling all the way outside.”

“I love it,” said Karen. “We were cackling, Julia, like a pair of witches.”

“A pair of well-toned witches,” said Brian.

“I prefer sorceress,” I said, kissing Joe on his lips. “Somehow it sounds so much more attractive than witch.”

“They both sound evil. And sexy,” said Joe. “Who are you calling?”

“My voice mail. I just want to see if Ruby or Catalina called. . . .” I stopped talking then because the first message was playing.

“Hi, babe,” said a woman’s voice.

Who? The voice was Southern, I knew that at once. Just from those two words I knew.

“Thanks for the message. I can’t believe you had to ask if I’m happy, baby, you know I am. Where are you, Joey?”


I leaned away from Joe and he raised an eyebrow. “Everything all right?”

I nodded slowly, listening.

“I want to see you, babe.”

“Is it Catalina?” Joe asked, and I nodded again, still listening.

Joe turned to Karen and Brian. “You know, the first night Catalina babysat for us we thought she stole Ruby?”

“I’m horny as a motherfucker,” said my mysterious confessor.

My face burned. I felt waves of what must have been blood and adrenaline surging across my chest, shooting upward and then pounding against the top of my head. I was vaguely aware that Joe had launched into his “how we thought Catalina stole Ruby” anecdote. It’s one of his favorites.


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Outtakes from a Marriage 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
Carole131 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed everything about this book. It's refreshing, timely, & I think it would appeal to most women, especially. The men might learn a few things, too.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love this book. I read it in 3 days (only because I have a job and must take 8 hours out of my reading time to complete a full day of work). But I really hated to put it down and loved picking it back up. I hope she follows up with something just as great.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Most of the book was enjoyable and relatable until the end. Such a let down and downright irritating if not insulting. Felt unfinished and not in a clever way.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I dont understand what the ending means .
MidwestMom More than 1 year ago
A page turner from the beginning. It was easy to relate to the pain that Julia was feeling. She married Joe before he had became a famous actor...and years later she suspects he is cheating. The story flips back and forth between the days when they fell in love...to the present time and the ways he had changed through the years. I suspect this happens with many celebrity couples. I was still thinking about the book days after I had finished it. It's a quick easy read. I finished it within a few days.
of-course More than 1 year ago
Not your typical cheating, celebrity, husband story -thank God - but what I liked best was how Leary used those quick, little, moments of ordinary everyday life to illustrate the relationship between this couple.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I saw her on The View with her husband and thought this book would be fun to check out....I found it dull and formulaic...chick lit at it's worst.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Great page turner of a book, I read it in one sitting. Ann Leary has the eye of a female Tom Wolfe and just as sharp a wit. I will give it to eveyone I know.
irinka87 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
At first I thought this book was a biography, but started reading it and realized it was chick lit! An easy read on a rainy day! Suspenseful, yet predictable in a good way!
Sengels on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Woman and actor husband could have the perfect life--no financial worries, healthy children, golden globe nomination, except that she accidentally hears a voice message intended for him and it appears he's having an affair. Leary writes a relatively strong woman who has somehow faded into the shadow of her husband's fame and success. Not too heavy, and plenty of glitz and gossip to keep it from becoming maudlin. Good beach read.
stonelaura on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When Julia Ferraro, wife of the famous TV star Joe Ferraro, accidently accesses Joe¿s voicemail and hears a seductive message, she immediately assumes the worst. As Julia obsessively begins to track Joe¿s whereabouts through celebrity websites and production set gossip she also reflects back on their long marriage, especially the years before Joe¿s fame. As the Golden Globe ceremony nears and Julia is beginning to unravel, she¿s plagued by feelings of self-doubt as she compares her forty-year-old self to the young actresses that now surround her husband. This leads to rash and humorous Botox and hair extension sessions. Outtakes From A Marriage succeeds in being both humorous and introspective at the same time, and it is an innocent way for readers to see inside a celebrity marriage. Being the wife of Denis Leary, the author certainly brings an insider¿s authenticity to the story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good story, likeable characters.
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