What a hot mess of a book! I couldn't decide whether it was for foodies, fans of porno, students of quantum physics and bird murmurations, wine lovers, fashionistas, dog lovers, therapists, patients, or a combination of these and more. Strangely, I did like this book and kept reading till the end despite feeling a desperate need for an editor. There are no punctuation marks when a character is speaking. There's talk of a lesbian couple living together for twenty five years but doing that for a third of a decade. (Isn't a decade ten years?)
Warning: if language or sex scenes bother you, DON'T PICK IT UP. That said, Private Means kept me interested. Are we becoming a nation of asexual couples? Is the birth rate dropping because people find masturbation less work? Hmmm. A number of questions to consider.
Alice, a non-employed scientist and Peter, a Freudian psychiatrist, live in Manhattan. They are not wealthy, but visit friends who are. They travel to second homes, drink wine, talk. Yet they are not happy together despite having no reason to be miserable. A physical altercation occurs, yet they do not split up. The ending is inconclusive. Oh yes, the lost dog turns up.
Thank you top NetGalley and the author and publisher for an early copy.