Today I started reading The Wife by Meg Wolitzer. So far it’s great. Almost too great. Sometimes I don’t trust contemporary books that are so well-written. Sometimes I doubt that they can be meaningful as well. There are good novels, where you sit back and say “Wow, great sentence” over and over again. Or “This girl must have an MFA from a prestigious NYC grad program or a history of winning writing competitions in lit journals.” And then there are novels that are so good the writing becomes invisible, and all you see is story. I will let you know what I think at the end.
Update on the end.
I read that a few years ago. Great book.