Excerpt from The Rosie Effect by Graeme Simsion, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

"She's in Claudia's book club."

"Is there some exception for book clubs?"

"Forget it. Anyway, it's over. Claudia's thrown me out."

"You're homeless?"

"More or less."

"Incredible. Have you told the dean?" The dean of science in Melbourne was extremely concerned with the public image of the university. It seemed to me that having a homeless person in charge of the Department of Psychology would be, to use her habitual expression, "not a good look." "I'm taking a sabbatical," said Gene. "Who knows, maybe I'll turn up in New York and buy you a beer."

This was an amazing thought—not the beer, which I could purchase myself, but the possibility of having my longest-standing friend in New York.

Excluding Rosie and family members, I had a total of six friends. They were, in descending order of total contact time:

1. Gene, whose advice had often proved unsound, but who had a fascinating theoretical knowledge of human sexual attraction, possibly prompted by his own libido, which was excessive for a man of fifty-seven.
2. Gene's wife, Claudia, a clinical psychologist and the world's most sensible person. She had shown extraordinary tolerance of Gene's infidelity prior to his promise to reform. I wondered what would happen to their daughter Eugenie and Gene's son Carl from his first marriage. Eugenie was now nine and Carl seventeen.
3. Dave Bechler, a refrigeration engineer whom I had met at a baseball game on my first visit to New York with Rosie. We now convened weekly on the scheduled "boys' night out" to discuss baseball, refrigeration, and marriage.
4. Sonia, Dave's wife. Despite being slightly overweight (estimated BMI twenty-seven), she was extremely beautiful and had a well-paid job as the financial controller for an in-vitro fertilization facility. These attributes were a source of stress for Dave, who believed that she might leave him for someone more attractive or rich. Dave and Sonia had been attempting to reproduce for five years, using IVF technology (oddly, not at Sonia's place of employment, where I presumed she would receive a discount and access to high-quality genes if required). They had recently succeeded and the baby was scheduled to be born on Christmas Day.
5. (equal) Isaac Esler, an Australian-born psychiatrist whom at one time I had considered the most likely person to be Rosie's biological father.
   
   (equal) Judy Esler, Isaac's American wife. Judy was a pottery artist who also raised funds for charity and research. She was responsible for some of the decorative objects cluttering our apartment.

Six friends, assuming the Eslers were still my friends. There had been zero contact since an incident involving bluefin tuna six weeks and five days earlier. But even four friends were more than I had ever had before. Now there was a possibility that all but one of them—Claudia—could be in New York with me. I acted quickly and asked the dean of medicine at Columbia, Professor David Borenstein, if Gene could take his sabbatical there. Gene, as his name coincidentally indicates, is a geneticist, but specializes in evolutionary psychology. He could be located in psychology, genetics, or medicine, but I recommended against psychology. Most psychologists disagree with Gene's theories, and I forecasted that Gene would not need any more conflict in his life. The insight required a level of empathy that would not have been available to me prior to living with Rosie.

I advised the dean that, as a full professor, Gene would not want to do any proper work. David Borenstein was familiar with sabbatical protocol, which dictated that Gene would be paid by his university in Australia. He was also aware of Gene's reputation.

"If he can coauthor a few papers and keep his hands off the PhD students, I can find an office for him."

An excerpt from The Rosie Effect, a novel by Graeme Simsion, reprinted with the permission of the author and Simon & Schuster. Visit www.RosieBooks.com for more information and to order your copy today.