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Lily King, the award-winning author of “Writers & Lovers” and “Euphoria,” returns with her latest novel, “Heart the Lover”<\/a> (to be published September 30 by Grove Press), about a young woman drawn into a complicated friendship with two male classmates in college. Years later, she must consider how those friendships, and her youthful decisions, still shape her life.<\/p>\n Read an excerpt below.\u00a0<\/p>\n “Heart the Lover” by Lily King<\/a> <\/p>\n Prefer to listen?\u00a0Audible<\/a>\u00a0has a 30-day free trial available right now. <\/p>\n You knew I’d write a book about you someday. You said once that I’d dredged up the whole hit parade minus you. <\/p>\n I’ll never know how you’d tell it.<\/p>\n For me it begins here. Like this. <\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 ‘Despite its vulgar packaging,’ he says, waving a page in each hand like a flagman at Daytona, ‘I feel compelled to read this one aloud.’ <\/p>\n The assignment had been to write a contemporary version of Bacon’s essay ‘History of Life and Death.’ I’d waited till the last minute to write it. The only paper we had in the house was this thick stuff left over from our Halloween party. And it wasn’t easy, feeding that cardstock into my typewriter. <\/p>\n The professor doesn’t read it as much as perform it. He gives it far more life and humor than I imagined it had. <\/p>\n There are two smart guys in the class. They sit up front together and I see only the backs of their heads, one with coppery brown hair and the other with a thick black ponytail. The professor runs things by them so often I assume they’re his grad school TAs. When my essay gets passed back to me, they both turn to watch where it goes.<\/p>\n After that day, the copper-haired one begins migrating back. Three classes later, he takes a seat beside me. <\/p>\n Soon he is walking me across campus to Modern Furniture, the only art history class that wasn’t full by the time I signed up. Our seventeenth-century lit class has only about thirty people, but Modern Furniture is held in an auditorium with cushioned seats set on a steep slope down to the professor at his podium. Behind him is a big screen that flashes pictures of Corbusier’s B 306 chaise longue and Bauhaus nesting tables. I catch up on a lot of sleep in that class. <\/p>\n Sam has short halting steps and speaks in fits and starts too, little articulate bursts then a good bit of silence. We talk exclusively about the class. <\/p>\n ‘He’s not focusing enough on Cromwell,’ he says, ‘and how resistance to him galvanized the imagination of this whole generation of writers.’ <\/p>\n I agree. What else can I do? I am a mere student, and he is a scholar. That much is clear right away. I’ve never met a scholar who wasn’t a professor. And Sam isn’t even a grad student. He’s a senior, like me. <\/p>\n Later I go to the library and read about who Cromwell was, and the next time we walk to Modern Furniture I make a very small joke about the Rump Parliament. Sam’s laugh is soundless, more like panting. <\/p>\n He asks me if I’ve seen The Deer Hunter and I say yes and I figure he’s going to make a comparison somehow with Venitore, the hunter, in The Compleat Angler. Instead he asks me if I want to see it again, with him. It’s playing on campus Friday night. <\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Get the book here: <\/p>\n
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Excerpted from “Heart the Lover” \u00a9 2025 by Lily King. Reprinted with the permission of the publisher, Grove Press, an imprint of Grove Atlantic, Inc. All rights reserved.<\/p>\n