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Hudler, Ad.
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New York : Ballantine Books, [2002]

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294 pages ; 24 cm
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Lincoln Menner is finding out just how hard it is to be a woman. When his wife Jo was offered her dream job, Linc supported her wholeheartedly, leaving his thriving landscape business in Los Angeles and moving to Rochester, New York. This was a chance to escape the cloying needs and atrocious tastes of his celebrity clientele, start over in fresh surroundings, and spend a little quality time with their three-year-old daughter, Violet.

But Linc had no idea what it really meant to be a househusband: To stay home every day, folding laundry, cleaning soap scum, and teaching his little girl to use the potty. To be ignored at parties by his wife's colleagues who see him as just a homemaker. To be looked upon with suspicious eyes by the neighborhood women who can't understand what sort of man would choose to stay home. And with each new day, Linc is sure that the next load of whites will be the one that sends him off the deep end.

Though he has the house humming, Linc misses the outside world, longing to carry on an adult conversation with adult friends (the electrician and the UPS guy are starting to avoid him). Most of all he misses Jo, who is working all hours of the day and night and barely notices the fabulous dinners he slaves over, much less the husband who cooked them. And then there is Marilyn, the attractive next-door neighbor, who has been so friendly and supportive. . . .

Now the only thing Linc knows for sure is that something's got to give. Should he go back to work and leave Violet in the hands of someone who is sure to be less competent? Or should he give in and embrace his role as househusband extraordinaire? At turns funny, neurotic, and endearingly vulnerable, Linc Menner will win your heart--and make you wish you had a househusband all your own. (and you'l love the recipes!).

Author Notes

Ad Hudler is a househusband, having given up his career as a journalist to stay home. This is his first novel. He lives in Florida.

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Booklist Review

Successful Hollywood landscape architect Linc agrees to give up his business and move to the East Coast when his wife, Jo, is offered a job they both know she cannot pass up. Work is not easy to find in their new town, and Linc finds himself staying home, raising their daughter, cooking, cleaning, and running the household. Angered by other men who suggest he doesn't «work» and feeling unappreciated by his wife, Linc must come to terms with his new position in life. Exhausted from long hours at work and jealous of Linc's time and relationship with their daughter, Jo struggles with the guilt of her unmotherly role. Both discover unanticipated strains on their marriage as they acclimate to a new home, new friends and colleagues, and new responsibilities. While funny and sappy at times, Hudler is also serious, illustrating the trade-offs people must make when choosing priorities in life. Hudler's first novel is an entertaining and moving story that gives a fresh perspective on the challenges and frustrations of a typically underappreciated job. Gavin Quinn.

Publisher's Weekly Review

The novel of feminist awakening is given an unexpected twist in Hudler's entertaining debut: its protagonist is a man. Lincoln Menner, once a California landscape designer, is now a stay-at-home dad who knows every creak and crevice of his huge suburban Rochester, N.Y., house. He is plagued by insecurities about wife Jo's high-profile job, three-year-old daughter Violet's schooling and development and his own wrestling with wanting and not wanting to be the perfect man to everyone. In a burst of self-pity, he contemplates his situation: "I felt as helpless as Amelia Earhart, alive on some island, reading a copy of Aviation Today that had washed up on the beach." Meanwhile, Linc's mother, Carol, a deferential wife who temporarily escapes her unimaginative car-salesman husband after stealing one of his own vehicles and driving off to explore the country and herself, provides an alternate voicing of desire and longing through her on-the-road e-mails to her son. The themes of career, family and power struggles between the sexes are prosaic, and the occasional recipes inserted into the text seem out of place, but Linc's plaintive observations about passing days alone and, finally, his self-acceptance, redeem his narrative. 5-city author tour. (May) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Library Journal Review

Linc Menner's wife, Jo, is given the chance to climb the corporate ladder, but it means moving from California to Rochester, NY. Tired of running his own landscaping business, Linc agrees to give up his job to take care of their young daughter, Violet, while they move and get settled into their new home. Linc immediately bonds with Violet and has the house running smoothly, but he soon discovers the downside to being a stay-at-home dad: most of the neighborhood women snub him, he wonders if he will ever get back into the "real" workplace, and he feels that Jo doesn't truly appreciate what he does. Hudler, who is a househusband himself, creates a light and humorous tone that is a perfect match for this entertaining look at how much work really goes into keeping a house clean and a family fed. A scattering of real recipes is included, and somewhere in between the cooking, cleaning, and childcare comes a genuine glimpse at the guilt and joy that only other stay-at-home parents really understand. This first novel is a great choice for most public libraries. John Charles, Scottsdale P.L., AZ (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



This is a good day. Though it began as gray and sluggish as simmering oatmeal, it has steadily grown into an energizing, high-speed puree, ever since noon, when I got the phone call from Jo. "Can you handle a dinner for five?" "Who?" "My boss and his entourage." "Let me get my calendar." "I mean tonight," she said. "Tonight! You mean five hours from now?" "I'm sorry. Can you do it?" "Of course I can do it." "Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure." "I really can take them out, Lincoln, but it's Jerry and his group, and they always prefer a home-cooked meal. And they like your cooking." "I can do it," I said. On the drive to the grocery store, with Violet listening to a tape of Sesame Street songs in her car seat, I decided on an Indian chicken masala, which, after being thrown together, could simmer for hours with an occasional stirring while I cleaned the house. I'd serve it with basmati rice and some kind of cool, astringent salad that would cut the curry. Jo had said the house was already clean, that it wouldn't take much to get it ready for guests, but she doesn't understand these things. It wasn't dinner-party clean, it wasn't clean like a fresh hotel room, everything aligned and pulled tight and poofed up, all the collapsed fibers standing upright once again. So, with my masala simmering on low, I launched into tornado mode, like the Tasmanian Devil on the Bugs Bunny videos. I've learned that housework, done well, is impossible with a single-task mind-set. It's best to dart about like a hummingbird, tangential but still focused, conquering as you go, racking up little victories that accumulate and form something larger and significant. I be- gan zipping from room to room, multitasking, occasionally peeking into Violet's bedroom where she played with paper dolls. As the Lysol steeped in the toilet bowls, I watered all the plants on the main floor, stopping midway to make the bed in the master bedroom and pick up from the floor two pens and Jo's calculator, which I stowed in the pocket of my cargo shorts until I passed through Jo's office on my way to transfer the red load from washer to dryer. Which reminded me: Heat of a dryer. Which reminded me: Dry heat. Which reminded me: Dry heaves. Buy Mylanta for Jo. Atlanta Braves. Play date. Violet needs more friends. As I dusted an end table, I glanced at my watch. Would there be enough time for the wine to sufficiently chill? I pushed three bottles of chardonnay into the ice bin of the freezer then set the oven timer for forty minutes. Before leaving the kitchen, I washed the floor in the main cooking area on my hands and knees, because damp mops simply redistribute the dirt into fuzzy lines. I shook the foyer rug outside and draped it over my shoulder, then pulled out my pocket knife and snipped enough daisies and snapdragons and rosemary sprigs for a dining-room-table centerpiece. Passing through the kitchen, I stirred the masala and called to ask the electrician to return on Friday to correct that flickering fluorescent bulb that made the laundry room look like an old black-and-white movie. The electrician reminded me of the light he fixed in the bathroom, which reminded me of the bathroom-wall bulletin board where we display clippings that amuse us. Since one of these guests tonight was Jo's boss, I found and pinned up the story from the Rochester Business Journal that featured Jo in the "Twenty Young Executives to Watch" issue. All the while, I performed house-cleaning triage in my mind: The sandy front stoop--critical. I did not have to soak the knobs on the stove in ammonia water, not until tomorrow, but the backdoor throw rug with dried banana pudding either needed to be laundered or tossed into the closet. I could ignore the master bedroom if I shut and locked the door, but what if they wanted to see the house? They'd know we'd only lived here a year. Out of courtesy, women would request a tour, men wouldn't, but I couldn't be certain the group would be all male. Make bed. Cover Violet's pee stain with throw pillows from living-room couch. Remember to call man to come shampoo couch. New couch? Property taxes paid first. Call CPA. C-3PO. Was Violet too young for Star Wars? By five-thirty, I'd set the table and made the salad. Wine was back in the refrigerator, rice simmering in the steamer. I had time to pick five innocuous CDs that would allow for conversation but still convey to the world that we are eclectic and current. At five to six, I was dressed and sipping a glass of cabernet. I dimmed the lights and lit the candles. This was the first time all afternoon I'd slowed down enough to notice my breathing and the beating in my chest. Though I'd taken a shower, my head was warm and flushed, fresh sweat beading on my forehead. I had that lingering glow from a full day of aerobics. Maybe I'd lost a few pounds. Join a gym? Buy birthday card for Jim, Jo's CFO. Get Violet's portrait taken. Check with dentist to make sure baking-soda toothpaste is okay for children's teeth. I knew Jo would remember the evening as a success, though the details that created it would escape her. She wouldn't realize that a meal from scratch takes at least six hours, and that I'd magically done it in three. She wouldn't know that I vacuumed the seats of the dining-room chairs or oiled the squeaky hinge of the front door or played the CDs in random mode to help stimulate anticipation, but these things are important to me because this is what I do, and I do it very well. Linc's Tame-and-Easy Masala serves six This is a good dish to try on people who are wary of Indian food. It tastes more like a cross between Indian and Mediterranean cuisine. 1/2cup vegetable oil 1tablespoon cumin seeds 1/2stick cinnamon 7cardamom pods (Any variety is fine, but I like the large black pods; they have a deep, smoky flavor.) 1/2teaspoon peppercorns 8ounces onions, chopped 9cloves of garlic, chopped 3tablespoons minced ginger 3big tomatoes, chopped 3pounds skinned chicken thighs (Don't even think of using white meat; it's dry and tasteless in this and most other recipes.) 1/3cup plain yogurt Salt and pepper to taste 1teaspoon garam masala (This can be bought, already made, in any Asian market. It's not a critical ingredient, but it does add some life to the sauce.) Heat the oil in a big pan over medium heat. Put in the cumin, cinnamon, peppercorns and cardamom and stir a few seconds before adding the garlic, ginger and onions. Stir a few more minutes, then put in the tomatoes and chicken. Add a few shakes or pinches of salt and fresh ground pepper. Mix together and bring to a boil, then cover, reduce heat to low and let simmer for an hour. Add the yogurt and garam masala, stir and serve over basmati rice. Excerpted from Househusband by Ad Hudler All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.