{"id":10346,"date":"2017-05-26T15:01:21","date_gmt":"2017-05-26T19:01:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/?page_id=10346"},"modified":"2024-11-14T12:21:48","modified_gmt":"2024-11-14T17:21:48","slug":"house-money","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/house-money\/","title":{"rendered":"How to Get into Our House and Where We Keep the Money"},"content":{"rendered":"

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paper \u2022 236 pages \u2022 17.95
\nISBN-13: 978-1-945588-02-0<\/p>\n

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How to Get into Our House and Where<\/em><\/h1>\n

We Keep the Money<\/em><\/h1>\n

Panio Gianopoulos<\/h2>\n

Bronze Winner of a Human Relations Indie Book Award<\/a><\/h5>\n

In this collection’s tour-de-force title story, Ethan, a marketing manager for consumer goods brands, finds himself in a bizarre stand-off with his wife, new boss, and daughter\u2019s swim teacher over the sudden presence in his life of Scudder, Ethan\u2019s graffiti-artist nephew. Before long, Ethan is defacing his boss\u2019s office with dry-erase markers and climbing a condemned building in the dead of night. How swiftly, Gianopoulos reminds us, we become the very thing we\u2019re trying to avoid; how soon we find ourselves at the point of no return: a guy whose high school girlfriend has just \u201casked him to break her leg. Behind the dormitory was a stack of cinderblocks and she told him to drop one on her knee and send her home.\u201d<\/p>\n

A love song to the power of the inadvertent and unplanned, this collection tracks a gaggle of lost souls\u2014an anxious medical student; a man jealous of his girlfriend\u2019s love for her tiny Pomeranian; and a restless free-diving housewife\u2013as it captures \u201cthat itchy, panicky feeling you get when you suspect you\u2019ve stepped into the slowest line at the supermarket.\u201d Its characters persist in lives pock-marked with awkwardness, continually in search of \u201canother parallel version\u201d of themselves. Amid their domestic mayhem, Gianopoulos finds humor and warmth, an animal curled up around a protagonist\u2019s ankle \u201clike a misplaced comma.\u201d How to Get into Our House and Where We Keep the Money<\/em> is a witty, telling, urbane exploration of the clumsiness of relationships, of the small wars and gigantic missteps that shape our lives with our nearest and not-always-so-dearest.<\/p>\n

From “I\u2019ll Be Your Fever,” from\u00a0How to Get into Our House and Where We Keep the Money<\/em>:<\/p>\n

\u201cHey,\u201d Ted said, striding over to him. \u201cI know we\u2019re tight on time. I\u2019ll go introduce myself and take the groom party getting ready. Unless you want help with the bride first . . .\u201d
\n\u201cYou said you weren\u2019t bringing her,\u201d Byron said.
\n\u201cYeah, but things got\u2014don\u2019t worry, she won\u2019t get in the way.\u201d
\nByron leaned forward and whispered, \u201cHave you seen this place? This isn\u2019t the fucking police academy rock garden at twenty-five a head. They\u2019re not paying what they\u2019re paying to have a photographer\u2019s kid crash the big day.\u201d
\n\u201cNo one will even know she\u2019s here,\u201d Ted said. \u201cShe\u2019ll sit off to the side somewhere.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m serious. I only offered you today because you promised me you\u2019d come solo. I can\u2019t have\u2014\u201d He broke off. \u201cJesus, she\u2019s already at it.\u201d
\nTed spun around. Stella was tugging on a yellow tulip, coaxing it into decapitation.
\n\u201cSweetheart,\u201d Ted called out. \u201cPlease leave the flowers alone.\u201d
\n\u201cIt was already loose,\u201d Stella replied innocently, holding up the severed tulip by the stem.
\n\u201cThis is your last chance,\u201d Byron said. \u201cI\u2019m serious. If she ruins today\u2019s shoot, you don\u2019t get paid.\u201d
\nTed carried his bags into the house and, after setting up Stella with his iPhone on a nearby couch, began to photograph the groom and his groomsmen. Ted was a graceful and accomplished photographer, and he didn\u2019t know what was more demoralizing: that he was working as a second shooter for Byron, who had the perspectival ignorance of a pre-Renaissance painter, or that he was terrified he would lose the job. His photography career had always been a matter of vigorous tension as he balanced financial necessity with creative fulfillment, but after Emily died and he became the sole provider for Stella, he took on whatever assignment came his way. With rent and utilities to pay, diapers and food and clothing to buy, and preschool tuition and babysitting fees to cover, concern about the trajectory or integrity of his career had become an unaffordable luxury. Actor headshots, high school senior yearbook portraits, second shooter gigs for weddings and bar mitzvahs, pet birthdays . . . so long as it paid decent money, Ted shot it. There was better, more remunerative work out there, but Ted needed infusions of cash quickly and often, and he could not, like Byron, spend years patiently building a referral network by offering deeply discounted shoots to targeted high-end clients. He couldn\u2019t patiently do anything anymore. Ted did everything in haste now, even worry, and within a few minutes he had pushed aside his distress at the prospect of losing his fee\u2014a tenth of what Byron would be receiving\u2014and was arranging a tableau of uncooperative young men in tuxedos.<\/p>\n

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