I'm in a bad mood about the world, and I'm going to take it out on this book. I picked this up at random and made it about halfway through, and I cannot stand this woman. I was initially intrigued by the mixture of politics and relationship observations, but I can't handle her nauseating faux-radicalism. She loves to expound on her formative days as an anti-racist, anti-war, anti-capitalist activist, and her supposed angst at assimilating into the establishment through journalism. However, it becomes quickly apparent that she is in fact herself racist, colonial, and ready to sell out her beliefs at the first opportunity. She describes Bob's family's Jamaican maid, Renia, with offensive stereotypes, describing herself as "her new mistress" with apparently zero irony. She twists a momentary encounter with a Bedouin man into a host of projections onto his ~rough and ancient~ lifestyle, imagining he lives as Jesus did 2000 years ago, and wishing she could bring him back just to look at his exotic appearance. She is rabidly pro-Israel, with the words "Arab" and "Palestinian" only appearing as qualifiers for "terrorists", seeming to completely abandon her Pulitzer-prize-winning journalistic skills when it comes to any real analysis of the situation. The fact that her Jewish friends do not support Israel doesn't tip her off - she demeans them as self-hating (though not even Jewish herself). It doesn't seem like her radical beliefs were ever particularly genuine - they were a way to cast off her stifling white, middle class upbringing, and she casts them off in turn once she finds a new adventure among the wealthy political elite. This is perhaps best illustrated by the anecdote where she attends an anti-nuclear protest after a conflict with Bob's family, even though she has by now disavowed any form of protest and radicalism as naive and destructive, just to make a point and have a bit of fun. And yet, when she faces arrest at the protest, she doesn't have the guts, though she used to love getting arrested - now that she's marrying an attorney, she can't risk his reputation! Even though the radicals she came up with are apparently now the real fascists, she says "I needed to feel the warmth of people who forgave me for leaving them and remained loyal and kind". Which is it? It's all about her, except when it's about Bob, her father-husband (and yes, the father comparison is her own, not mine), whom she mythologizes endlessly. Spare me.
Addendum - apparently the author died this month, so maybe I should be more kind. But that doesn't change the fact that I regularly found myself whispering "fuck you" as I read this book.