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She and Norah rarely write ‘Dear Norah’ or ‘Dear Eileen’ on their letters – a habit of intimacy from college days, as if theirs were a single, uninterrupted conversation.
Cute
I needed to face the ‘unpleasant fact’ that despite Craig and I imagining we divided the work of life and love equally, the world had conspired against our best intentions. I’d been doing the lion’s share for so long we’d stopped noticing.
He wrote it in his private literary notebook, in the third person, as if to distance himself from feelings that were hard to own.
He sees women – as wives – in terms of what they do for him, or ‘demand’ of him. Not enough cleaning; too much sex. How was it, then, for her? My first guess: too much cleaning and not enough, or not good enough, sex. This is how I moved from the work to the life, and from the man to the wife.
‘it’s hard to know how to think about an author you’ve long loved if you find out they were . . .’ ‘An arsehole?’ She licks peanut butter off the knife.
how a woman can be buried first by domesticity and then by history.
