I was really put off by this book. I knew I was expected to empathize with the main character, but to me she was emotionally immature and vulgar. The man she had an affair with was far worse: pathetic, weak, and bearing red flags like a standard. I thought the “to be known” ultimate and everlasting love angle was ridiculous. It was nauseatingly cliche. The protagonist didn’t need a love affair. She needed a therapist to help her take responsibility for her choices and admit her own agency.
The main thing I did appreciate about the story was how the cultural aspects and rhythm of Orthodox Jewish life shaped Rina. I studied in Jerusalem (not Jewish) for two years, so the references resonated with me based on that experience. For someone who is Jewish, the descriptions of food, holidays, rituals like deep cleaning before Pesach, etc, must feel like the song and comfort of their life.
Two things more I noted as true in the novel were the problems of women being expected to sacrifice all the time while being consistently undervalued and how we so often lose sense of who we are after marriage and motherhood. But Rina didn’t experience this just because she is an OrthodoxJewish woman (although those women carry a very heavy load); this is a cross cultural female issue. Today in the US women disproportionately file for divorce because of it.
What really stays with me from this story is how foolish Rina was, and how she dishonored herself for her feeble, hypocritical husband and the attention of a deeply flawed and random man. Many would say her lack of agency was a result of male patriarchy, but casting women as eternal victims is a type of misogyny. I thought about Jephthah’s daughter in Judges 11. She’s subject to the patriarchy, too, but she and her women friends raise their voices - thus giving a middle finger to the injustice - even if they can’t end it. Jephthat’s daughter quietly rages against the machine in a way no man in the story can judge her for. She judges and shames them instead. Let’s teach our daughters that story instead of this grotesque celebration of a woman’s intellectual, ethical, and emotional compromise of herself. Rina is just another Susan Smith (who infamously killed her children to gain a man) - a woman who makes decisions based on unregulated emotions instead of common sense.
Finally, while religious courts and communities do consistently rule in favor of men, the woman in this book was not without parents, allies, position, and piety. She could have stopped the “trade” at the beginning and avenged herself against her husband in myriad ways. She had also lived outside the community studying art and traveling to Paris, so she had the tools to find other solutions and make better choices.
I thought this book was tawdry, the characters despicable, and the premise of the story shallow. I am also very sorry the author is a woman; Jane Austen gave women more credit a hundred years ago than this author does today. In addition, this is just another example of how some modern writers think frequent use of the f-word and descriptions of fellatio make them avant- garde, but they’re just serving up McDonald’s fast food in literary form. I hope my next book will cleanse my palate. I prefer to be empowered and inspired by characters rather than suffer through puerile backseat in a parking garage escapades. We deserve better.