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Natalia Ginzburg
The Dry Heart
Finally back in print, a frighteningly lucid feminist horror story about marriage The Dry Heart begins and ends with the matter-of-fact pronouncement: “I shot him between the eyes.” As the tale—a plunge into the chilly waters of loneliness, desperation, and bitterness—proceeds, the narrator's murder of her flighty husband takes on a certain logical inevitability. Stripped of any preciousness or sentimentality, Natalia Ginzburg's writing here is white-hot, tempered by rage. She transforms the unhappy tale of an ordinary dull marriage into a rich psychological thriller that seems to beg the question: why don't more wives kill their husbands?
This is a standalone novella that does not require reading any other works to understand its narrative or conclusion.
The story begins with the final event of the plot and then unfolds primarily through a series of flashbacks that explain the events leading up to that moment.
The original title is È stato così, which translates to It was like that, reflecting the narrator's detached and matter-of-fact tone as she recounts the events of her life.