One of those "dry" novels, as all great American novelists seem to write.
I did like it. Maria, main character, loses her pregnancy and doesn't care about anything. Yet there are glimpses of her anguish, of other people's true feelings, instead of dry descriptions.
Great language.
Again and again she returned to an intricate stretch just south of the interchange where sucessful passage from the Hollywood onto the Harbor required a diagonal movea across four lanes of traffic. On the afternoon she finally did it without once braking or once losing the beat on the radio she was exhilarated, and that night slept dreamlessly.
"You've been brushing it wet," the hairdresser said, lifting a strand of Maria's hair and letting ti drop with distaste.
"I guess so." Maria could never keep up her end of the dialogue with hairdresssers.
