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An NPR Best Book of the Year A New York Times Editors’ Choice A People magazine “Book of the Week” A Minneapolis Star Tribune Holiday Pick A Kirkus “Fully Booked” Editors Pick An Electric Literature Best Short Story Collection of the Year Finalist for the Chautauqua Prize The uncannily relevant, deliciously clear-eyed collected stories of a critically acclaimed, award-winning “American literary treasure” (Boston Globe), ripe for rediscovery—with a foreword by Elizabeth Strout. From her many well-loved novels, Hilma Wolitzer—now ninety-one years old and at the top of her game—has gained a reputation as one of our best fiction writers, who “raises ordinary people and everyday occurrences to a new height.” (Washington Post) These collected short stories—most of them originally published in magazines including Esquire and the Saturday Evening Post, in the 1960s and 1970s, along with a new story that brings her early characters into the present—are evocative of an era that still resonates deeply today. In the title story, a bystander tries to soothe a woman who seems to have cracked under the pressures of her life. And in several linked stories throughout, the relationship between the narrator and her husband unfolds in telling and often hilarious vignettes. Of their time and yet timeless, Wolitzer’s stories zero in on the domestic sphere with wit, candor, grace, and an acutely observant eye. Brilliantly capturing the tensions and contradictions of daily life, Today a Woman Went Mad in the Supermarket is full of heart and insight, providing a lens into a world that was often unseen at the time, and often overlooked now—reintroducing a beloved writer to be embraced by a whole new generation of readers.
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This was an impulse hold at the library, back when I thought this was some kind of humorous collection. Unfortunately, it is not anything near what I expected.
This book is a series of melancholy vignettes about how much life, marriage, having children, etc. sucks. Or, at least, that's the message I gleaned from the relentlessly depressing stories about women - usually one woman in particular - being shat on by the universe and struggling with what seems like a resignation toward how much human existence sucks.
The writing flows well, but the stories are mostly just sad character studies which quickly become an exhausting ball of boring, melancholy, disheartening meh-ness. Reading this collection just made me feel extremely grateful I never ruined my already disappointing existence with marriage, romance, or children - all of which sound horrifying in this book.
Maybe at a different point in my life, I'd have liked this, and for that and the writing quality I'm being generous with my rating. But as is, this book dragged me down emotionally on an already shitty day. I wish I'd done a little closer reading of the blurb and hadn't mistaken this for a lighthearted, comedic book. I'd have postponed my library hold once it became available today, if only I realized what I was getting into.
4.5 stars. I'm annoyed that I didn't read with a pencil and stickies. Wolitzer has some spectacular sentences that I want to share.