I just finished reading The Wife by Meg Wolitzer. Do you crave grapefruit juice, that sparkly, pungent, sharpness on your tongue? This novel is a comedy, ahem, which simply means that Wolitzer now has leave to dig deep into her (and your) psysche with the tools of fierce humor. Oh, yes, of course it is an enjoyable read, but it is also a trenchant look at the writing life, at a long marriage, at the nature of men and women together, and at the secret life of pride. I'm not going to say another word, because I don't want to spoil the story for you. But there are prizes, and surprises.