marriage issues


A short story rejection I got once informed me that while the characters were engaging and the writing good, the story simply lacked tension. In other words, nothing happened aside from two people meeting, liking what they saw and falling in love. That, I was told, is not enough to compel a reader to read.

I could make the same argument about Matrimony. Nothing really happens aside from life. Boy meets girl in college. They fall in love and live the insular life of all college students until they are ejected into the truly adult world which sweeps them along, allowing them as much control as they are willing to accept and as is often the case, they are dragged through their own inertia by the twists and turns more than they grab hold and move themselves.

Still despite the lack of drama – which is a relative thing by the way – the story captures, which is almost always the case when an author has a gift for creating life from words. The people are real, The places are familiar. The life events are ours, after a fashion. Love. Friendship. Ambitions. Endurance. Birth. Death. Fears. And the Scarlett O’Hara assumption that tomorrow really is another day.

Julian is a writer. Mia is his wife. We follow them from their first week together as college freshmen, who are so captivated by each other they spend that week nearly always awake, in each other’s company and mostly naked, through  the ups and downs of fifteen years of marriage.

I liked it though I thought it started slow, and there are sticking points where the author spends too much time painting the scenery. Aside from these points, and they are minor ones because Henkin is that good a writer, the story feels like a peek inside a life that could be anyone’s. We all feel and experience as Julian and Mia do at some point or another. Their experiences are universal.

The writing is quiet but filling. If you haven’t read this yet, you should consider doing so.


The husband was out of town for a few days recently and though I function without difficulty, I find that I dislike pseudo-singlehood more now than I ever disliked actually being single. This is a significant revelation because with the economy imploding the possibility of Rob having to be away is something we might have to deal with in order to do things like…eat. Read Full Article


My husband pointed me in the direction of a recent study which asserts that romantic comedies aka “chick flicks” are more than just the bane of his existence.

“Why do I always let you pick the movie?” he asked, the thin air really, when I chose Must Love Dogs out of a stack of mostly John Cusack movies last evening. Read Full Article