A collection of short stories explores marriage, fidelity, restlessness, and desire.
Each of this volume’s 14 tales features female protagonists, many of whom are in their 60s. The opening story, “Framing the Picture,” is a meditation on life and death, focusing on a woman whose husband goes through emotional changes when his mother falls ill. The couple decide to take her and her companion into their home, which leads to a stark reevaluation of their own relationship. The following tale, “Hurricane,” introduces Alice, a social worker and writer, and Douglas, a university history professor, a married couple whose lives begin to take divergent paths. When Alice’s affair with an aspiring healer fails to provide the comfort in life she is missing, she considers a drastic exit strategy. In “Sleuth,” Helen begins a relationship with a married man and, despite being in love with him, tries online dating in her quest for companionship in New York City. Meanwhile, in “Artifacts,” a 67-year-old woman also joins a dating website and attempts to navigate the “labyrinth” of possible relationships. Wineberg creates psychologically realistic characters by delivering concise, revealing glimpses into their psyches: Helen “felt adrift, constructing a new life, facing the visceral realization that there was more time behind her than ahead.” The author is keenly observant, and the collection is punctuated with many fine descriptive passages: “An old, bent woman with gray hair, who hobbles with a cane and wears a long brown raincoat and black orthopedic shoes, clumsy as boats.” But despite being well crafted, the stories prove thematically repetitive. “Framing the Picture” and “We Worry About the Wrong Things” deal with parental illness and “Sleuth” and “Artifacts,” with online dating. This allows Wineberg to approach such subjects from a variety of angles, but the tales often read like scant reworkings of the same plot. Even with regard to description, in which the author often excels, character sketches can also prove repetitive, with a reliance on adjectives like bulky. The collection lacks the necessary variation to maintain readers’ attention. Wineberg is a skilled writer, and this book may well appeal to women facing similar challenges, but in terms of scope, it misses the mark.
These tales offer unquestionably sharp writing, but they repeatedly go over similar ground.