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Everything's Fine
"Extraordinarily brave...plain funny as hell, too." -Zakiya Dalila Harris, New York Times bestselling author of The Other Black Girl
"A subtle, ironic, wise, state-of-the-nation novel, sharp enough to draw blood, hidden inside a moving, intimate, sincere and very real love story--or vice versa." -Nick Hornby
On Jess's first day at Goldman Sachs, she's less than thrilled to learn she'll be on the same team as Josh, her white, conservative sparring partner from college. Josh loves playing the devil's advocate and is just…the worst.
But when Jess finds herself the sole Black woman on the floor, overlooked and underestimated, it's Josh who shows up for her in surprising-if imperfect-ways. Before long, an unlikely friendship-one tinged with undeniable chemistry-forms between the two. A friendship that gradually, and then suddenly, turns into an electrifying romance that shocks them both.
Despite their differences, the force of their attraction propels the relationship forward, and Jess begins to question whether it's more important to be happy than right. But then it's 2016, and the cultural and political landscape shifts underneath them. And Jess, who is just beginning to discover who she is and who she has the right to be, is forced to ask herself what she's willing to compromise for love and whether, in fact, everything's fine.
A stunning debut that introduces Cecilia Rabess as a blazing new talent, Everything's Fine is a poignant and sharp novel that doesn't just ask will they, but…should they?
"A subtle, ironic, wise, state-of-the-nation novel, sharp enough to draw blood, hidden inside a moving, intimate, sincere and very real love story--or vice versa." -Nick Hornby
On Jess's first day at Goldman Sachs, she's less than thrilled to learn she'll be on the same team as Josh, her white, conservative sparring partner from college. Josh loves playing the devil's advocate and is just…the worst.
But when Jess finds herself the sole Black woman on the floor, overlooked and underestimated, it's Josh who shows up for her in surprising-if imperfect-ways. Before long, an unlikely friendship-one tinged with undeniable chemistry-forms between the two. A friendship that gradually, and then suddenly, turns into an electrifying romance that shocks them both.
Despite their differences, the force of their attraction propels the relationship forward, and Jess begins to question whether it's more important to be happy than right. But then it's 2016, and the cultural and political landscape shifts underneath them. And Jess, who is just beginning to discover who she is and who she has the right to be, is forced to ask herself what she's willing to compromise for love and whether, in fact, everything's fine.
A stunning debut that introduces Cecilia Rabess as a blazing new talent, Everything's Fine is a poignant and sharp novel that doesn't just ask will they, but…should they?
Editorial Reviews
A Most Anticipated Book of Summer 2023 from Bustle, SheReads, and Publishers Weekly
"Everything's Fine poses incisive questions about love, identity, and the countless ways these things can both bruise and bolster one another. Cecilia Rabess has crafted an extraordinarily brave debut that's painfully real--but plain funny as hell, too."-ZAKIYA DALILA HARRIS, New York Times bestselling author of The Other Black Girl
"A truly brilliant and amazing first novel with incredible dialogue and characters so real that I felt preoccupied with them when I wasn't reading. I couldn't have loved it more." -CURTIS SITTENFELD (via Twitter), author of Romantic Comedy and Prep
"A fascinating, complicated, discussion-worthy debut…. It would be easy to label this book an enemies-to-lovers rom-com of the Hepburn-Tracy genus, but that doesn't capture the unconventional aspects of Rabess' depiction of her characters…. A hot book on a hot topic, well worth reading and arguing about." -KIRKUS REVIEWS
"An intriguing cliffhanger makes this an excellent pick for book clubs that enjoy rousing debate."-BOOKLIST
"Rabess hits the scene with one of those full-throated, fully-realized debuts that everyone is sure to be talking about."-PUBLISHERS WEEKLY Staff Picks for Summer Reads, Literary Fiction
"It's an open-hearted, funny novel that knows love is never straightforward-and everything is not always fine."-THE SKIMM
?"Could this be the bittersweet, sexy, painful, fully embodied romance for our tumultuous American decade? Cecilia Rabess brings a microscope, a scalpel, a mordant sense of humor, a virtuosic feel for scene, and a tender heart to the will-they-won't-they of Jess and Josh. Everything's Fine is a romance, but it's also an astute analysis of elite workplaces, politics, and social mores, and a serious exploration of the way that two people can move so diff...
"Everything's Fine poses incisive questions about love, identity, and the countless ways these things can both bruise and bolster one another. Cecilia Rabess has crafted an extraordinarily brave debut that's painfully real--but plain funny as hell, too."-ZAKIYA DALILA HARRIS, New York Times bestselling author of The Other Black Girl
"A truly brilliant and amazing first novel with incredible dialogue and characters so real that I felt preoccupied with them when I wasn't reading. I couldn't have loved it more." -CURTIS SITTENFELD (via Twitter), author of Romantic Comedy and Prep
"A fascinating, complicated, discussion-worthy debut…. It would be easy to label this book an enemies-to-lovers rom-com of the Hepburn-Tracy genus, but that doesn't capture the unconventional aspects of Rabess' depiction of her characters…. A hot book on a hot topic, well worth reading and arguing about." -KIRKUS REVIEWS
"An intriguing cliffhanger makes this an excellent pick for book clubs that enjoy rousing debate."-BOOKLIST
"Rabess hits the scene with one of those full-throated, fully-realized debuts that everyone is sure to be talking about."-PUBLISHERS WEEKLY Staff Picks for Summer Reads, Literary Fiction
"It's an open-hearted, funny novel that knows love is never straightforward-and everything is not always fine."-THE SKIMM
?"Could this be the bittersweet, sexy, painful, fully embodied romance for our tumultuous American decade? Cecilia Rabess brings a microscope, a scalpel, a mordant sense of humor, a virtuosic feel for scene, and a tender heart to the will-they-won't-they of Jess and Josh. Everything's Fine is a romance, but it's also an astute analysis of elite workplaces, politics, and social mores, and a serious exploration of the way that two people can move so diff...
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter 1 1
Jess's first day of work, the first day of the rest of her life. Into the elevator and up to the twentieth floor, where the doors open with a little whoosh.
The entire building smells like money.
She receives a small plaque with her name printed in all caps: JESSICA JONES, INVESTMENT BANKING ANALYST. Then mintroductions-the other analysts on the team: Brad and John and Rich and Tom, or maybe it's Rich and Tom and Brad and John-and also Josh, who Jess remembers from college.
"Hey," she says, "it's you!"
He looks up from his desk-he is already installed at a workstation, looking busy and important-but his face is blank.
They had a class together last year and Jess remembers him, because he was the worst.
"Jess?" she offers. "From school?"
He blinks.
"We had a class together?" she tries again. "Supreme Court Topics?"
He just looks at her, saying nothing. Is it possible she has something on her face?
"With Smithson? Fall semes-"
"I remember you," he says. And then promptly swivels in his chair.
Cool, Jess thinks. Nice catching up.
She starts to go.
"You know," he says, not turning, "I knew you'd been assigned to this desk."
Jess stops. "Oh, really?"
He nods-the back of his head-"I worked with these guys when I was here last summer. And I graduated off-cycle, so I've been back since January." He pauses. "They asked me about you."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"What! Why didn't you tell them I was amazing?"
"Because," he says, finally turning to look at her, "I'm not convinced you are amazing."
The first time Jess met Josh, it was fall of their freshman year. November. The night of the 2008 election. All day the campus had pulsated. History in the making. Around eleven the election was called and Jess emerged stunned and delirious onto the quad, which had erupted into something like a music festival. Students spilled out into the night cheering and hugging. Car horns honked. Someone screamed woot woot and, somewhere, a trombone, brimming with pathos, played a slow scale.
Jess had the feeling she had been shot out of a cannon; she was blinking into the moonlight when a couple of reporters from the school paper stopped her. They were compiling quotes from students on the eve of this historic moment. Did she have a minute to share her feelings, and would she mind if they took her photo? Jess said sure, even though the air was crackling and she wanted to weep.
The reporter's pencil was poised. "Whenever you're ready."
What could she possibly say? There were no words.
"I'm just… I'm just… fucking ecstatic! Is this even real? And now I'm probably going to go have, like, thirty shots-no, fifty!-because that's more patriotic!"
The student reporter looked up from his mini legal pad. "End quote?"
"Wait, no! Don't write that!"
"What do you want to say?"
Jess thought about it, collected herself. Imagined her dad reading her words. Her dad, who she'd spoken to just hours ago, and whose reaction to the early returns-Ohio and Florida were set to break for Obama-was to pour himself another Coke and say: "Well, Jessie, I'll be darned."
She started over. "I feel the weight of history tonight. To cast my very first vote for our nation's very first Black president is such an awesome privilege. A privilege that my ancestors, slaves, did not share. Standing on the shoulders of so much strength and sacrifice, I've never felt more humbled or hopeful."
"That's great," the reporter said. "Now just stand over there and we'll take your shot."
Jess took a step to the left and watched as the reporter approached another student. A sandy-haired freshman wearing chinos and a collared shirt.
The photographer said to Jess, "Look this way. On the count of three."
And the reporter said to the boy in business casual, "How are you feeling about the election?"
Jess turned to the camera and smiled.
The guy in chinos turned to the reporter and said, "Everyone seems to forget that we're in the middle of a financial crisis. The stock market is in free fall. Gas is four dollars a gallon. So I'm not convinced that now is the right time to entrust another tax-and-spend liberal with the economy," he shrugged, "but I guess I can see the appeal."
Jess, aghast, turned to give him a dirty look, her smile dropping just as the flash popped.
Jess's first day of work, the first day of the rest of her life. Into the elevator and up to the twentieth floor, where the doors open with a little whoosh.
The entire building smells like money.
She receives a small plaque with her name printed in all caps: JESSICA JONES, INVESTMENT BANKING ANALYST. Then mintroductions-the other analysts on the team: Brad and John and Rich and Tom, or maybe it's Rich and Tom and Brad and John-and also Josh, who Jess remembers from college.
"Hey," she says, "it's you!"
He looks up from his desk-he is already installed at a workstation, looking busy and important-but his face is blank.
They had a class together last year and Jess remembers him, because he was the worst.
"Jess?" she offers. "From school?"
He blinks.
"We had a class together?" she tries again. "Supreme Court Topics?"
He just looks at her, saying nothing. Is it possible she has something on her face?
"With Smithson? Fall semes-"
"I remember you," he says. And then promptly swivels in his chair.
Cool, Jess thinks. Nice catching up.
She starts to go.
"You know," he says, not turning, "I knew you'd been assigned to this desk."
Jess stops. "Oh, really?"
He nods-the back of his head-"I worked with these guys when I was here last summer. And I graduated off-cycle, so I've been back since January." He pauses. "They asked me about you."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"What! Why didn't you tell them I was amazing?"
"Because," he says, finally turning to look at her, "I'm not convinced you are amazing."
The first time Jess met Josh, it was fall of their freshman year. November. The night of the 2008 election. All day the campus had pulsated. History in the making. Around eleven the election was called and Jess emerged stunned and delirious onto the quad, which had erupted into something like a music festival. Students spilled out into the night cheering and hugging. Car horns honked. Someone screamed woot woot and, somewhere, a trombone, brimming with pathos, played a slow scale.
Jess had the feeling she had been shot out of a cannon; she was blinking into the moonlight when a couple of reporters from the school paper stopped her. They were compiling quotes from students on the eve of this historic moment. Did she have a minute to share her feelings, and would she mind if they took her photo? Jess said sure, even though the air was crackling and she wanted to weep.
The reporter's pencil was poised. "Whenever you're ready."
What could she possibly say? There were no words.
"I'm just… I'm just… fucking ecstatic! Is this even real? And now I'm probably going to go have, like, thirty shots-no, fifty!-because that's more patriotic!"
The student reporter looked up from his mini legal pad. "End quote?"
"Wait, no! Don't write that!"
"What do you want to say?"
Jess thought about it, collected herself. Imagined her dad reading her words. Her dad, who she'd spoken to just hours ago, and whose reaction to the early returns-Ohio and Florida were set to break for Obama-was to pour himself another Coke and say: "Well, Jessie, I'll be darned."
She started over. "I feel the weight of history tonight. To cast my very first vote for our nation's very first Black president is such an awesome privilege. A privilege that my ancestors, slaves, did not share. Standing on the shoulders of so much strength and sacrifice, I've never felt more humbled or hopeful."
"That's great," the reporter said. "Now just stand over there and we'll take your shot."
Jess took a step to the left and watched as the reporter approached another student. A sandy-haired freshman wearing chinos and a collared shirt.
The photographer said to Jess, "Look this way. On the count of three."
And the reporter said to the boy in business casual, "How are you feeling about the election?"
Jess turned to the camera and smiled.
The guy in chinos turned to the reporter and said, "Everyone seems to forget that we're in the middle of a financial crisis. The stock market is in free fall. Gas is four dollars a gallon. So I'm not convinced that now is the right time to entrust another tax-and-spend liberal with the economy," he shrugged, "but I guess I can see the appeal."
Jess, aghast, turned to give him a dirty look, her smile dropping just as the flash popped.
