She saw a sign saying”Bernard Malamud, ‘A New Life,’ and recognized that a new life was what she was indeed heading toward.
But she didn’t want to read the book because she was tired of so much messaging pounding upon her from every angle to get her to let it have its influence.
The title itself enough reinforced the truth of what she was wrestling with – for certainly, there was no going back to what she’d had or was before.”
