By Jenny Offill
Dept. of hypothesis is a portrait of a wedding. it's also a beguiling rumination at the mysteries of intimacy, belief, religion, wisdom, and the of common shipwreck that unites us all.
Jenny Offill’s heroine, noted in those pages as easily “the wife,” as soon as exchanged love letters together with her husband, postmarked Dept. of hypothesis, their code identify for all of the uncertainty that inheres in existence and within the unusually fluid confines of an extended courting. As they confront an array of universal catastrophes—a colicky child, bedbugs, a faltering marriage, stalled ambitions—the spouse analyzes her quandary, invoking every little thing from Keats and Kafka to the idea experiments of the Stoics to the teachings of doomed Russian cosmonauts. She muses at the eating, capacious event of maternal love, and the close to overall destruction of the self that ensues from it, as she confronts the friction among household lifestyles and the seductions and calls for of art.
With cool precision, in language that shimmers with rage and wit and fierce longing, Jenny Offill has crafted an exquisitely suspenseful love tale that has the speed of a teach hurtling throughout the evening at most sensible pace. quite lean and compact, Dept. of hypothesis should be learn in one sitting, yet there are sufficient bracing emotional insights in those pages to fill a far longer novel.