Two people sitting with their backs to each other in a bistro - that was marriage. Chairs flung across the room; tables flipped; fingers idling on the switch of an electric carving knife: all these things were marriage, too.
Brandy: It felt to me of a piece with another genre of slim, semi-autobiographical volume from a European writer: an account of a woman being driven to madness by an obsession for which she is willing to suffer...