Swallow was a writer for the Washington Post, then a professor of journalism at American University, and married to a man 10 years older who was prey to depressions, with two young sons, when she decided to separate from her husband. Her memoir of that period -- thoughtful, honest, unhysterical -- is about as fair as it could possibly be to all parties, and discusses the larger picture of divorce in the United States as well as her own experience. The account is not particularly bloody; so far, her sons seem to have come through okay, and she and her ex have managed an equitable arrangement of joint custody. But the pain, confusion, ambivalence, and vengefulness are all there, and beautifully described. I've never been divorced, and expect never to be, but I understood and liked this book very much for its delicacy and great humanity.
This report prepared by David Loftus