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Today a Woman Went Mad in the Supermarket

Stories

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15 of 15 copies available
15 of 15 copies available
A TIME 'New Books You Should Read'
A People magazine 'Book of the Week'
A New York Times Editors' Choice

With a foreword by Elizabeth Strout

'Electric: with wit, with rage, with grief, with the kind of prose that makes you both laugh and thrill to the darker, spikier emotions just barely visible under the bright surface. What a wonderful collection of stories' Lauren Groff

Another day! And then another and another and another. It seemed as if it would all go on forever in that exquisitely boring and beautiful way. But of course it wouldn't; everyone knows that.
In this collection, Hilma Wolitzer invites us inside the private world of domestic bliss, seen mostly through the lens of Paulie and Howard's gloriously ordinary marriage.
From hasty weddings to meddlesome neighbours, ex-wives who just won't leave, to sleepless nights spent worrying about unanswered chainmail, Wolitzer captures the tensions, contradictions and unexpected detours of daily life with wit, candour and an acutely observant eye.
Including stories first published in magazines in the 1960s and 1970s – alongside new writing from Wolitzer, now in her nineties – Today a Woman Went Mad in the Supermarket reintroduces a beloved writer to be embraced by a new generation of readers.
'A fascinating time capsule of womanhood, marriage and motherhood over the last century ... A fabulous book' Emma Straub
'Immensely gratifying, poignant, funny ... Breathtaking' Elizabeth Strout, from the foreword
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