'I wanted what we all want: everything. We want a mate who feels like family and a lover who is exotic, surprising. We want to be youthful adventurers and middle-aged mothers. We want intimacy and automy, safety and stimulation, reassurance and velty, coziness and thrills. But we can't have it all.'Ariel Levy picks you up and hurls you through the story of how she lived believing that conventional rules longer applied - that marriage doesn't have to mean mogamy, that aging doesn't have to mean infertility, that she could be 'the kind of woman who is free to do whatever she chooses'. But all of her assumptions about what she can control are undone after a string of overwhelming losses.'I thought I had harnessed the power of my own strength and greed and love in a life that could contain it. But it has exploded.'Levy's own story of resilience becomes an unforgettable portrait of the shifting forces in our culture, of what has changed - and what never can.
Ariel Levy joined The New Yorker as a staff writer in 2008 and received the National Magazine Award for Essays and Criticism in 2014 for her piece 'Thanksgiving in Mongolia'. She is the author of the book Female Chauvinist Pigs and was a contributing editor at New York for twelve years.ariellevy.net@avlskies