We come to feel an intimacy with [single lady protagonist] Faye that has nothing to do with disclosure; though we know conspicuously little about her, we share with her the experience of listening to others, and, as we do so, it becomes clear that a certain kind of conversation is missing from Faye’s days and nights. No one speaks to her in the casual shorthand of daily intimacy.
Says I: Comes with the turf, though a Turf of One’s Own is still worth it.