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An author previously unknown to me, Joe Coomer has written one of those books that sneaks up on you. I started the book to read about an old wooden boat and got a whole lot more. Mr. Coomer’s wry wit and self-effacing style draws you into his world while constantly providing reflected glimpses of yourself. The book is a wonderful encapsulation of the hopes, dreams, and fears of those who take to the sea in small boats.

My neighbor lent me this book and I enjoyed it so much that I bought it for my brother for his birthday. He is now enjoying it too. Great characters, narrative and a different type of story line. Hope this author comes out with more!

Joe Coomer never disappoints his readers….I can get lost in his books very quickly and most often wish they would not end.

I bought this book on impulse as another addition to my ever-growing nautical library. When I began reading the book, I was delighted to see that the story takes place in the same waters I cruise. Joe Coomer’s book tells of the uncertainty a new captain feels when taking command of their first boat. I laughed as he described the very same things I’ve felt and experienced as a new skipper. My only regret is that I didn’t buy the book before getting my cabin cruiser. It showed me that I’m not the only one these things happen to.

This story has everything I look for in a book: excellent characters who evolve; a good, strong plot; romance; and humor.

Sarah is a fourty-something mother whose husband has betrayed her and whose grandmother has just died. She takes refuge with and also takes care of her grieving Aunt Edna, grandmother’s caretaker for the last 20 some years.

The cast of characters includes a blind black man who repairs the chairs that Edna endlessly paints, the rest of the family who are quite quirky and a southern baptist minister with a bad toupee.

There’s old family squabbles, new acquaintance mystery. And most of all, there’s a big old life lesson – what you see is not always what you get. It’s all in what you choose to see.

This is not quite a light read; it’s a lot thicker than that. But it is utterly lovely.

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“We were two fat women, eighteen years apart, a chair artist and a designer of Christmas ornaments, who only knew we had troubles and a hot summer to get through,” says Sarah. But as it turns out, there is a great deal more to quirky Aunt Edna’s troubles than Sarah could possibly imagine. As the novel turns from the hot, oppressive heat of Texas to the misty beauty of Scotland, she learns of her aunt’s remarkable secret life and comes to fully understand the fragile business of living, and even of dying.
My reviewing experience is minimal, but it would be remiss of me to not let you know how much I enjoyed this book. Joe Coomer’s book “One Vacant Chair” is one of the most well-written stories that I have ever read. If you have the time this summer and you’re looking for a great read, try this book. You won’t be disappointed.
“It’s where you sit down that determines everything in life.”

Having only sailed a few times with friends, I consider myself an armchair sailor. I picked up this book at a friend’s house and couldn’t put it down. The story about the wooden boat is wonderful, but the stories about friends and family are so interwoven that you feel you are a part of Mr. Coomer’s family. I look forward to reading more of his books.

Most readers will find themselves and the people they love and hate in Joe Coomer’s book, One Vacant Chair. Aside from the story itself, this book’s greatest strength is in its vivid descriptions. Coomer captures nuances artfully, with similes and metaphors like “his coal black toupee fit his head like a single sock drying on a tin mailbox” and “I’d worn a pale yellow blouse and skirt…and now I looked like a Neiman-Marcus sack that had been dragged ostentatiously around the rest of the mall, stuffed with items from Women’s Tall & Oversize, crumpled into an ice-cream chair at the food court, and dipped into a fountain while searching for pennies to throw. I know that’s a lot for a wrinkled yellow skirt and blouse to acknowledge but it was all there.” This novel captures the agony of life decisions pertaining to becoming a full-time caretaker and accepting what family members can and cannot do for family members with long-term illnesses – especially from a distance. Coomer’s gentle descriptions of Aunt Edna’s paintings, color, and lunchladies are marvelous. On top of all of this, the book tells a solid story about two women at turning points in their lives who embark upon an adventure. I’m going to have to read Coomer’s other books.

This book works on so many different levels. It’s a great read that’s hard to put down once you start. It has wonderfully fleshed out characters who come to life on the page. The themes are compelling, and Coomer handles them with a strong sense of humor and sensitivity. The discussion of art technique adds another interesting dimension. All in all, I loved this book!

“Do you think home is some place you’re from or some place you have to find?” More likely than not, you don’t know Joe Coomer. But that line is just one of the countless good reasons you should. He has written nine lovely books; I’ve read all but one and I believe he is one of the great unsung writers working today. His tiny, often quirky, always human stories are as engaging and thoughtful as any heralded writer you could name. But even given my high regard for him, this book is special. Full of quiet surprises and packed with revelatory moments (both for the characters and the reader), ONE VACANT CHAIR is a story that packs a lot of oomph into a well-considered little space. It starts at a funeral and ends (or almost ends) at a wedding; and what happens in between is nothing less than the journey of a lifetime. It’s a journey I highly recommend.

I just finished this wonderful book last night. It’s not a piece of fiction as other Coomer stories. It’s actually autobiographical. Joe Coomer writes about getting his first boat, and it’s all about him, his family, and his experiences as a brand new boat owner. Sounds bland if you aren’t a boat person. But he writes so beautifully and pulls you right into it. I also loved how he talked about his fears and insecurities as he was learning to be a sailor and a boat owner. I grew up with ski boats that my dad built, and this book brought me back to my childhood days on the water. I was never afraid back then, feeling perfect childhood faith in my dad to keep us safe. Now I wonder if my dad felt all the same fears and thrills that Coomer shares in this absorbing book.

As with other Joe Coomer books, I find myself uncovering phrases that make me want to stop and read them again in the hopes that they will absorb into my memory. I feel like writing him a fan letter. He’s that good!

Since Joe Coomer and I are distant relatives (cousins by marriage), I’ve been reading his books for about four years. I started with KENTUCKY LOVE because that’s where his ancestors and mine began. What a book that was!

Then I read three more, in no particular order, so I’m wandering helter-skelter through his writing career … and enjoying every moment of these fine reads.

Each book I read is so unique from the other, but each has common threads: warmth, love of family and friends, love of life, life lessons, smooth reading, realistic characters, etc.

I really looooooove the concept of ONE VACANT CHAIR, and appreciate finely-drawn characters who have unusual jobs in life.

Go, Joe!!! (And congratulations on the movie deal on THE LOOP. Can’t wait to see the movie!)

Just read this great book, parts of it are very funny, but this book will take you through the whole range of emotions.

An insightful writer with a dry, humorous edge, Coomer divides his time and his book settings between Texas and Maine. His latest novel is firmly rooted in his Texas homeland, with a brief, powerful excursion to Scotland.

The book opens with an antic, visual scene, which introduces all of the characters, quickly drawn in bold, precise strokes. The Huttons have gathered for a memorial service for the family’s crotchety matriarch. The setting is a sun-blasted field, filled with chairs all carried from a house filled with little else in the way of furniture. And when all the chairs are brought to the field, “the house was empty of chairs, and yet still full of them.” Aunt Edna, an unmarried school-cafeteria worker who cared for her dying mother for 20 years in that house, is an artist who paints only chairs, an eccentricity no one questions. “Aunt Edna liked to draw and paint chairs in the same way that my father liked to read books about the Civil War, or Aunt Margaret liked to play charades.”

The narrator, looking back on that summer, is her niece, Sarah, whose marriage is reeling from the blow of her husband’s infidelity. “We were two fat women, eighteen years apart, a chair artist and a designer of Christmas ornaments, who only knew we had troubles and a hot summer to get through.” Sarah writes her story with the benefit of hindsight, so we know from the first that Aunt Edna has died and her paintings now hang in museums. How these events come about are two mysteries in a story full of revelations, small and large, about life, love and hard choices.

Gathering for the reading of the matriarch’s will, the Hutton family is shocked to hear that the old lady wanted her ashes scattered in Scotland, a place she had no ties to and had only seen in a large picture book. Texans, if the Huttons are any example, can’t see why anyone would want to travel more than a state or two away anyhow. But Aunt Edna is adamant and Sarah, her life in limbo, decides to stay with her aunt and accompany her to Scotland.

Their sojourn together, in the house and on the trip, is one of new beginnings – Sarah revives her art career from the doldrums of successful ornament design, and Aunt Edna accepts a marriage proposal from an old friend, a blind, black, chair repairer. Scotland gives both women a jolt. Its gray stone, heavy sky, and magnificent age are the antithesis of Texas. It seems a place at once alien and enfolding and apart from ordinary life. As they travel, doling out spoonfuls of Grandma and Grandpa’s ashes in castle gardens, Aunt Edna’s physical decline becomes obvious. Her pithy, impatient advice to her niece – mostly in the form of admonishment – takes on new urgency and a greater aura of wisdom.

Coomer’s exploration of the mistakes and lessons of life, the crisp, often humorous debates on love, forgiveness and family, are saved from the dangers of preachiness or cliché by the quality of his writing and by the hindsight structure of the narrative. It’s natural that Sarah, after all is said and done, gives greater weight to her dead aunt’s wisdom. And Coomer’s characters have complexities rather than quirks. Their talk arises from the weight of their hearts. As in previous novels, Coomer explores circumstances of personal epiphany occurring in the course of ordinary life, and makes the reader feel the better for the journey.

Strongly recommended for all sailors and armchair sailors alike. Especially recommended for those who have always intended to get a boat “someday”.

From The Loop, to Apologizing To Dogs, to Beachcombing For A Shipwrecked God, and now One Vacant Chair, I always finde Joe Coomer’s books engaging, witty, moving and lyrical. It’s the writing that makes them so, a voice at once sophisticated and personal. His latest effort concerns a woman, Aunt Edna, who, beyond a career as an elementary school cafeteria worker, paints portraits of chairs. The story is narrated by her niece, who accompanies her on a trip from Fort Worth, Texas to Scotland, where they spread Aunt Edna’s mother’s ashes. This is a story of two women which takes on the classic storyline of mentor and student, but by the time the novel is finished these roles fall apart, become anything but typical. Any author who can make me laugh and cry within the space of one page makes me want to pass on the good word.

I have read dozens of books of boating, mostly books of self discovery through experiences on the water. I haven’t always liked the author as a person. I haven’t always understood WHY the authors would do something such as sailing an 8 foot boat solo across the ocean. But I always learned something from them. I was challenged. I was amazed. My heart was warmed.

Here I could relate to and appreciate the love Joe felt for the boat, for his family, and for nature, but there seemed to be little depth behind it or a more in-depth reason for sharing it. The people in the story buy waterfront homes and expensive motorsailors without blinking an eye. I appreciate the money Joe spent on keeping his beautiful boat afloat, and he does ponder the money spent, but it is clear it is money he can well afford. There is no crime in being wealthy, but perhaps this all came too easily for them. No crime in that either, except it makes for rather slow reading. I love my children, I love my wife, I love that funny old Model T I have in the basement, but I wouldn’t write a book about it.

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So in the end, this is a book of a simple love of family and a beautiful old boat. There are a few minor challenges, but things basically go well. When it doesn’t you can always pay someone to fix it. A pleasant but unchallenging book.

This true account of the author’s first encounters as the pilot of his new wooden boat are recalled through his romantic yet very human writing style. I have been whisked away by Coomer’s love of the sea and plan to read this book again as well as some of his other novels.

Friends and family have been phoned and emailed with the rave review I’ve given this book. Funny, touching, sweet, and spicy—it has everything you hope a book will have, and then some. Realistic characters, great dialog and a realistic plot kept me reading well into the night. Tell your friends…they’ll thank you.