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"That capacity for detachment and control was not something she had sustained. It was a paradox of her intimate life that, the more she lived it, the more powerless it left her."

I’ll just go ahead and admit right now: I started reading this book because the first paragraph mentioned “a glass of Sancerre” and “the city lights at dusk.” But really, it was the part about the wine...