From the acclaimed novelist ('A virtuoso' --Donna Seaman, Booklist), a deft, shocking memoir that asks whether we can judge past behavior by today's moral codes, as the author reevaluates her decades-long marriage to the forty-seven-year-old man she met when she was seventeen, revisiting a singular passion in the 21st-century aftermath of #MeToo. 'Few writers can tackle the bedroom--or female libido . . . but Ciment is a master: in exquisitely spare prose, she nails it.' -- The New York Times In this unflinching account of the ardent love affair between Jill Ciment and her painting teacher, which began in the 1970s when she was a teenager and he was married with two children, she not only reflects on how their love ignited (who leaned in first for that kiss?) but interrogates her 1990s memoir on the subject, Half a Life. Ciment asks herself if she told the whole truth back then and what truth looked like to her in that era of love-bead curtains when she fell in love, when no one asked
