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Charles Bock - Alice & Oliver

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A heart-breaking, page-turning, life-affirming novel about love, marriage, family, and fighting for your life, for readers of Jonathan Franzen and Meg Wolitzer. Alice Culvert is a force: passionate, independent, smart, and gorgeous, she to her delight attracts attention wherever she goes, even amid the buzz of mid-90s New York. In knee-high boots, with her newborn daughter, Doe, strapped to her chest, Alice is one of those people who just seem so vividly alive, which makes her cancer diagnosis feel almost incongruous. How could such a being not go on? But all at once, Alices existence, and that of her husband Oliver, is reduced to a single purpose: survival. As they combat the disease, the couple must also face off against the serpentine healthcare system, the good intentions of loved ones, and the deep, dangerous stressors that threaten to push the two of them apart. With veracity, humor, wisdom, and love, Charles Bock navigates one familys unforgettable story inspired by his own.

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Charles Bock

Alice & Oliver

For Diana Joy Colbert. For Lily Bock.

Part I: Induction

1993

THERE SHE WAS, Alice Culvert, a little taller than most, her figure fuller than she would have liked. This brisk morning, the fourth Wednesday of November, Alice was making her way down West Thirteenth. Her infant was strapped to her chest; her backpack was overloaded and pulling at her shoulders. The Buddhist skull beads around her wrist kept a rattling time. She drank coffee from a paper cup. Sweat bubbled from her neck. Her scarf kept unraveling. She was rocking knee-high boots sensuous leather, complicated buckles. Her gaze remained arrow straight, focused on some unseen goal. But she was slowing. A businessman only had a moment to avoid running into her. Alice bent over, coughing now, a coughing fit, bringing forth something phlegmy, bloody.

This couldnt happen. Thanksgiving plans in Vermont had been set for too long; her mother was insane to see the Blueberry. And an extended weekend at Moms, with pecan cobbler and free round-the-clock childcare, trumped whatever bug shed caught this time. Shed just have to swallow it, pretend her usual zazz hadnt been absent for the last week, throbs werent emanating from her temples. This was adulthood, honeysuckle. You soldiered on. She was going to be on time, meeting Oliver at the rental car place. Alice regularly picked up winter coughs like they were sample swatches; shed spent all afternoon batting that lozenge back and forth between her cheeks (the ground strokes lazy, the rally unending), hacking through the last of her chores (folding T-shirts into her knapsack, making sure the baby bag was loaded with Wet-Naps). Out of their apartment, down the front steps, everything had been ginger. Right until the coughing, three increasingly violent retches. The jewel of phlegm its hue the light pink of a rose pearl was probably nothing but saliva and coloring dye number five. Just goopy residue from the cherry cough drop.

The rental agency was on the rim of the West Village, usually a five-minute walk, ten with the baby strapped to her. It took Alice half an hour. A rust-colored Taurus was waiting out in front, its drivers door open. Oliver stood on the side, making sure the suited agent documented every last ding. Jesus, he said. Honey. He felt her forehead. You all right? She answered: Can you take Doe?

Then they were emerging from the scrum of the city, into the bumper-to-bumper hell clogging every inch from Bridgeport to New Haven. Oliver kept blasting heat through the front compartment. No matter how many blankets Alice wrapped around herself, those weird cold sweats wouldnt stop. If anything, she felt worse, the chill deep inside her bones. Now, nearing the western border of Massachusetts, they sped down one of those empty rural interstates, tall barren trees looming dark on either side. Alices voice quivered: Could you pull over please? Oliver veered into the first roadside rest area he saw, the lights of its parking lot distended and spooky. Its nothing, she assured herself, again. She lowered her seat all the way down, her body following the tight collapse as if her own internal gears and stopgaps had also received permission to give way. The sensation went beyond a mental or physical recognition of her exhaustion: she fell back and lay still in the collapsed seat and shut her eyes.

For a time, inside the house that was her body, it was as if she were walking out of every room and turning off the lights behind her, one by one.

Dimly, Alice was aware of tiny limbs readjusting inside the baby seat, the Blueberry letting out a contented, somnolent breath. She was aware of her husband forcing himself to sound calm, asking: Favorito?

Instead of answering, Alice recalibrated, focusing on the pulse behind her eyes, the labored rise and fall of her chest, how much effort it was taking her to inhale. Her weariness so intense now it ached.

Its okay, she was told, the sweetest whisper. Alice moved toward its kiss.

It was not encouraging that her lips were a light purple. Could be an early indicator of anemia. Could be something else. Dr. Glenn trailed off. Instead of indicating what that something else might be, he continued with the task at hand, shifting the small steel disc along the upper part of Alices back, his concentration resolute, his movements precise, as if placing the stethoscope piece in the wrong location might set off an explosion.

Deep breaths, he said. Whatever you can do is fine.

She kept looking at the pink goo (wrapped in tissue paper, sealed inside a plastic sandwich bag, ignored on the instrument table).

The doctor wrote something in his folder, removed the stethoscope buds from his ears. Aliced known him since girlhood, but, in the years since shed last visited his family practice, hed gone almost bald, just a few white cottony tufts left sprouting around his ears. A crescent of mustard from his lunch still smeared the corner of his mouth. He used to enter this same exam room and point his finger at her as if it were a gun Alice was barely a teen when shed first dismissed him: the kind of lightweight who knew he was being an ass but still acted that way. Who actually chose to spend his life flirting with middle-aged earth mothers, jamming rectal thermometers into their entitled kids? Life of the party in a small hippie town.

Presently he looked up from Alices folder. I dont like your temperature and blood pressure so low. Not with this lip color. And what you were telling me about no appetite, the lack of energy. At once serious as a Protestant but trying to be kind, the doctor leveled his gaze, made sure he conveyed a point.

Were going to X-ray your lungs. To his nurse he added, Ill want some blood.

Whats going on? Alice said. Fear rushed through her; she felt her chin collapsing. Whats wrong?

Minutes dragged, then disappeared, time flushing itself into a black hole. Finally, that nice old doctor reappeared, but when he entered the room, he moved with purpose, heading directly to Alice, kneeling in front of her. He touched her knee, looked into her eyes. His face was already in mourning. We have to get you to a hospital right now.

Next to the exam table, Oliver Culvert had the baby cradled against his chest. He kept rocking the little one babies sensed tension, Alice must have told him this a zillion times. Oliver was not one for sentiment the saccharine of pop songs and greeting cards repulsed him, demonstrative emotional reactions making him freeze like a scared lizard. His natural response to most things was self-consciousness: How am I supposed to feel?

Now he watched his wifes eyes enlarging, saw the fear across her face.

The doctor continued, saying one awful phrase after another: you are very ill, this is a grave danger, your white blood cell count

Sick recognition spread through Olivers stomach. He had one thought: No.

Then he did his best to get beyond himself, and asked the doctor if he could slow down, could he please explain this again. Bureaucrats and medical personnel were shuffling in and out of the room. Oliver had the presence of mind to back away, giving them space to work. His back grazed the far wall, he made sure to hold Doe properly protecting his child.

That was the least he could do. Take care of the small things.

Except the small things didnt turn out to be simple.

Just putting Alice in the rental car and hightailing her to the nearest hospital wasnt an option, it so happened.

Do you understand, Doc Glenn said to Alice, you are in the thrall of a neutropenic fever?

Tearing eyes looked at the doctor like he was insane. Of course I dont understand, Alice answered.

For all practical purposes, the doctor said, your body cant protect itself from anything right now.

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