I guess I should start at the beginning.ĭorothy Caliban finds herself stuck in a loveless marriage, often at home listening to the radio, cooking dinner and cleaning the house while her husband goes to work every morning and always finds some excuse to “stay late at work.” She knows he’s seeing other women, but feels powerless to do anything about it. Caliban has so many holes in its plot, and possible interpretations for these gaps, that I am not really sure where to start. For such a short story, Rachel Ingalls’ Mrs. The title of this post was my first thought after reading this wonderful, bewildering, and somewhat depressing novella.
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