Someplace Like This

". . . Tomorrow is our anniversary. Tomorrow we have been married at least one thousand years." How does a woman move from one life to another? Can she? In this lyrical and often very funny novel, thirty-seven-year old Dore Dover searches for answers both in the familiar territories of old friendships and the mapless terrain of marriage. What hope can there be for a woman who says aloud, "I drag that old life with me like a dead cat in a sack"? "It has been pointed out to me that I am undefined, that I don't know what I want, and that this is my whole problem. It is entirely probable. If I knew what I wanted, I'd just go get it. But as it is, I don't know, and so here I sit on this damp stoop, outside a house we no longer own, leaving, with a husband whom, it is quite probable, I do not love, to go live in a rather isolated area, which, some time ago, gave me a great deal of pleasure. "I am too old for this . . ." Dore takes...