Elegantly written. Not my thing. Philosophical, fatalistic (in the sense that marriages should fail), angling toward nihilistic, devoid of joy or passion for life. I feel for Cusk, who is talented and has documented her difficult time. I was waiting for the book to be over and am not sure why I pushed on to finish it. She is waiting for her life to begin again in a re-invented way. I feel mean-spirited in my opinion of this book. Is it fair to say I might have enjoyed it had she made it fiction?