The author of This Is Not The Story You Think It Is indiscreetly tells us about a summer during which her husband acted out his frustrations with her and with their family by disappearing again and again, while she apparently kept her cool, acted as if nothing ever happened, and focused on creating the perfect home to which he would surely return.
I suppose this could be an inspiring book to wives everywhere that wayward husbands can be reconquered through peace and serenity. I thought it made no sense. Why bend over backwards for someone who cannot observe the most basic elements of civility — such as telling her and their children where he is so they don’t worry about him? Why repress all anger and refuse to confront the obvious chasm between them? (And what kind of reconciliation can exist in the absence of a air-clearing discussion?) And if financial problems are a big component of the crisis perhaps the attitude of “I write, hence I cannot stoop to remunerative other jobs, even if I’m not published” is not the most constructive one to adopt.
A puzzle, and an annoying one at that.