This is a lean novel which, on its face, sprints through a decade of marriage with only brief, glancing signs and suspended moments to provide context. What lies within and between are meditations, musings, and persistently remembered adages and quotes and statements of fact that belie some deeper truth.
Offill’s protagonist, ‘the wife’ (sometimes speaking in first person, other times playing with and simulating an omniscient view of herself) meditates on the challenging, lonesome, frustrating episodes and seasons of their marriage, from caring for an infant on her own who only stops crying under the crackling florescence of the nearby CVS, to not fulfilling her dream of being an ‘art monster’, or – more significantly – living through the fall out from her husband’s infidelity. She peppers literature, memoir, poetry, fragments of song lyrics, dialogue in throughout her observations, sometimes playing with the idea of relevance to her own life, other times seeming to submit these extractions as exhibitions inherently meaningful to her particular predicament.
Her language is playful and profound, and even through such a brisk collection of temporal moments you get a sense of her relationship to her husband, daughter, friends. There are many darkly hilarious incidents woven in, for example when her daughter is a few years old:
“Sometimes she plays a game now where she scatters her stuffed animals all over the living room. ‘Babies, babies,’ she mutters darkly as she covers them with white napkins.
‘Civil War Battlefield,’ we call it.”
One of my favorite moments (and there are many) is when she first encounters her husband’s lover. The wife in this moment takes on an archly self-aware authorial voice reflecting on this – as ‘the wife’ is also a writer by profession – critiquing the artificiality of their exchange, the improbability of a handshake, the suspicion that there would truly be an absence of atonement, or their stilted dialogue (“She would not have let one of her students write the scene this way”!).
Definitely best read in a single sitting. Strange little moments from this will definitely stick with me – like what did the people in the 18th century think when all that woolen clothing they wore inevitably gave them a static shock?