Czar Nicholas, The Toad, and
Duck Soup
Author: Elisabeth Amaral
Publisher: iUniverse
Pages: 324
Genre: Memoir
Format: Paperback/Kindle
Author: Elisabeth Amaral
Publisher: iUniverse
Pages: 324
Genre: Memoir
Format: Paperback/Kindle
The
mid-1960s through the mid-1970s was a heady, turbulent time. There was a lot
going on back then, and author Elisabeth Amaral was in the middle of it all:
the fights for women’s rights, racial equality, a music revolution, be-ins,
love-ins, riots in the streets, the rage against the Vietnam War, and sex,
drugs, and rock and roll. It was an amazing time to be young.
In
Czar Nicholas, The Toad, and Duck Soup,
Amaral shares her recollections of those times. She and her husband gave up
their jobs in New York City Boston Harvard Square
With
sincerity and humor, Czar Nicholas, The
Toad, and Duck Soup offers a personal and revealing account that reaches
out to those who find themselves striving to make a relationship work that, by
its very nature, may be doomed. But this story is also one of friendship—and of
finding the courage to move on.
"A
truly wonderful memoir that reads like great fiction. The characters come alive on the
page." – Elizabeth Brundage, author of The
Doctor's Wife and A Stranger Like You.
~
“The
story of how Liz Amaral and her husband became successful at the epicenter of
counterculture businesses near Harvard
Square Cambridge
With a fierce dedication to her son and
husband, Liz Amaral triumphs in this stunning memoir where she discovers that,
while love isn’t always what we think it is, it remains, in all its
multi-faceted transformations, the driving force of who we are and how we live
our lives.” – P.B. O’Sullivan,
writer and mathematician
~
“In
her intimate and humorous memoir, Liz Amaral reveals the challenges of a young
family establishing a home in Cambridge
For More Information:
- Czar Nicholas, The Toad, and Duck Soup is
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Book Excerpt:
We
shared everything, even our friends. But wait. What about those friends of his?
Kind, gentlemen. Always womanless. Don’t
even start to go there. Just don’t. It was easier to be in the immediate
present, a member of our generation who shared the sentiments of the era, the
sex-drugs-and-rock-and-roll era. The civil-rights and women’s- rights and
anti-war and race-riot era. It was a thrilling time for youth. Along with our
frustrations and fury at the government, we also shared an enormous sense of
freedom and adventure, of this being our time. And if it was our time, that
made it my time. My time to grab an afternoon lover, come home to nights of
gentle affection, hug our kid, make supper, smoke some pot, and live happily.
With luck, that might include ever after. Piece of cake, and it was no one’s fault.
Thoughts whizzed by. I grabbed
onto some, because I knew I would need reminders.
This
is my life, not a bad one at all. A very good one, in fact.
That was one thought. Here’s
another: Look at me. Look at me! A
sensual, sexual, twenty-something woman. A Scorpio. Married happily much of the
time, except nighttime, the right time.
About the Author:
A native New Yorker, I have lived in the city for
much of my life. My first jobs after graduating from NYU were jewelry design
and case worker for the Departments of Welfare of New York City and Cambridge , Massachusetts Cambridge Harvard Square New Jersey Manhattan
For More Information:
- Visit Elisabeth Amaral’s website.
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- Find out more about Elisabeth at Goodreads.
- Visit Elisabeth’s blog.
- Contact
Elisabeth.
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