I thought it best to raise my eyebrows and look puzzled.
It may be impossible to know the truth of anyone’s life, even our own. Maybe there is no whole truth to a life. I see you as through a window, framed perfectly because I am standing where I am standing. When you look out your window to see me, I am looking away. What can you know? What can I know?
Louis Begley’s Memories of a Marriage is elegant. Plus who doesn’t like to have the secret lives of the rich revealed. #OneNightstand