Sometimes Oates’s male points of view seem slightly off. For example, “His heart was pounding, urging him on, that thief’s heart of his, but her stillness urged him to go slowly, to love her. If he did not cherish her, he would never forgive himself” (p. 293). At other times, it feels dead-on, like when Jules says cheerfully, “Not my fault either” (p. 303). Oates is such a fine writer, and has apparently always been such. Here are a couple of trivial notes: On page 18, I love the description of (period) men “manipulating” their hair into place. On page 67, it seems odd to describe a bonding as “irreparable.” On page 271, why foreshadow Jules’ later hospitalization here?