A story about a young woman in New York, newly married and nervous. Offill has mastered the curious genre of autofiction by shattering her books into deliciously pithy paragraphs: overheard conversations, sardonic observations, half-remembered quotes from ancient philosophers. Soon things start to go wrong, her life fractures, and the confused particles coalesce into a brilliant constructed narrative. Short, funny and it might just make you cry on the tube. (Her new novella Weather is also brilliant.)
