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suvata's review against another edition
4.0
Brett and Poppy have been happily married for 27 years. At least that’s what Brett and the couple’s best friend, Philip, thought. That is until Poppy decides she’s had it and wants a divorce. Everyone in the family deals with the impending divorce in very different ways. But, no one takes it quite as hard as Philip. If you like books that are short and introspective, then May Sarton is an author you may enjoy. Her books always give me lots to ponder.
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1.0
I did not realize that there were such differences between the way that men and women think until I read this book. Unfortunately, that's because the author didn't understand those differences when she wrote the book.
Every character in this book is a woman. Some are called men, but they very much act and think as if they were women. I'm not even sure why she bothered calling them men at all; the way it's written, the story would make more sense as the breakup of a lesbian relationship.
The relationship at the core of the story breaks apart because the wife (that is, the woman she calls a woman) is bipolar. The author doesn't call it that, preferring instead to pretend that her manic episodes are just the whims of an artist, and her depressive episodes are solely because she is stuck in a marriage with a man who doesn't understand her. I have to believe that much of this is based on real events, as she gives a perfect description of a sick woman and never once realizes it.
The woman she calls a man would be the true hero of the story if Sarton had any awareness of the story she was writing between the lines. His wife brings him nothing but misery, and all he wants at the end of the day is to stay married to her. But she has to leave him, you see, because she'san artist sick, and Watergate was so jarring delusional. One can only hope the person she describes eventually sought help.
This has the distinction of being the worst book I have ever read.
Every character in this book is a woman. Some are called men, but they very much act and think as if they were women. I'm not even sure why she bothered calling them men at all; the way it's written, the story would make more sense as the breakup of a lesbian relationship.
The relationship at the core of the story breaks apart because the wife (that is, the woman she calls a woman) is bipolar. The author doesn't call it that, preferring instead to pretend that her manic episodes are just the whims of an artist, and her depressive episodes are solely because she is stuck in a marriage with a man who doesn't understand her. I have to believe that much of this is based on real events, as she gives a perfect description of a sick woman and never once realizes it.
The woman she calls a man would be the true hero of the story if Sarton had any awareness of the story she was writing between the lines. His wife brings him nothing but misery, and all he wants at the end of the day is to stay married to her. But she has to leave him, you see, because she's
This has the distinction of being the worst book I have ever read.
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