Book Review: The Wife

Sometimes real life mirrors fiction or timing is a coincidence.

Yesterday someone posted an article on Facebook about an artist whose female assistant, now that the artist is dead, came out and said she created his work.  Is she really a wife in disguise or a creative partner in disguise?

Years ago I attended a book signing where the author had written a book about Harper Lee, the author of “To Kill A Mockingbird”, an American classic that is part of the American psyche.  I had read Truman Capote’s “In Cold Blood” and found it a one time read only due to the graphic content of it.  Every time I see glitter sprayed on something I think of that book.

My world was shattered when the man talked about how Lee had helped Capote write the book.  The man stood there and picked passage over passage showing how Lee’s work helped Capote and she never received credit for it from Capote himself nor anyone else who knew about their partnership.  They knew each other their whole lives, Lee even created a character based on Capote, and Capote gave her nothing.

I though of this while reading Meg Wolitzer’s “The Wife.  Need I say more?