Of course, she leaves her “past life” (whatever it means) for the sake of discovering “new me”: of course, she does. All these never-ending midlife-crisis-stories of the middle class women living comfortable lives who are bored to death and decide to zhuzh it up always sound the same. Ah, and the cherry on top: she found a “neglected cottage in Wales”—I guess, in order to start “all over again,” lol.
What follows is a taut tale of the protagonist’s journey by car, train, bus and ferry. Time flits between her present movements and future destination (a neglected cottage in Wales), charting her feelings as she tries to make sense of what’s happening in real time and her thoughts weeks and months later. We learn that she’s tired of putting plates in the dishwasher, pairing socks and having predictable sex; that things have been mounting up ‘in drawers, racks, presses… in the back of my mind, in the arteries of my heart’ [something is missed here: ah! a brain fog—E.P.]. It’s not that she’s looking for anything more, or planning to bolt. ‘What I want is to be silent. Or else to have a conversation that does not revolve around my husband, my daughter, my son, my dead mother, my job or my house.’ ©
—Just sod off.
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