Hausfrau by Jill Alexander Essbaum
Recommended by Stylist magazine and hailed as the modern day Madam Bovary. As the title (‘House Wife’ in German) suggests it is the story of bored house wife Anna, her meetings with a psychiatrist and the lovers she has taken to pass the time. I probably should mention that it highlights her lack of parenting skills and her complete disregard for the feelings of those around her. The story jumps back and forth between the past and present with interludes of shrink conversations. Each element to the story seems unimportant, yet together I suppose it built upon her mental state.
I found this book tedious, I guessed her fate from the outset, because it was the only way she was going to be released from her constant narcissistic drivel. None of her woes made any sense, the book contradicted itself so much. She proclaimed to have no one around her and yet right there was a loving family. Perhaps that example is too obvious but I can assure you Anna makes many mistakes.
Now, I understand that all this could very well be deliberate, showcasing the writer’s talent in aligning and developing her writing according to the mental state of the protagonist. But I turned to my husband at some points and said “I simply can’t read this anymore”…I did but that isnt the point.