An international sensation, Elke Schmitter’s explosive debut novel presents a modern-day twist on Madame Bovary .
Margarethe can remember very clearly the last time she was happy: she was eighteen, prized for her beauty, and swept off her feet by her wealthy, dashing boyfriend. Then he left her. For the last twenty years she has lived in a provincial German town with her dependable husband, her self-directed daughter, and her adoring mother-in-law. Her life has been one of numbing predictability–until she meets Michael, a married man who stirs her from her resignation, delivering her to heights of rapture only to ignite far more destructive passions. An erotic, psychologically charged thriller narrated with chilling dispassion, Mrs. Sartoris opens a bracing portal onto obsession and the crucible of love.
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|Title of Religion eBook: Mrs. Sartoris|
|Release Date: 12-18-2007|
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|Publisher: Knopf Publishing Group|
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Chapter OneThe street was empty. It was drizzling, as it often did in this region, and twilight was giving way to darkness-so you can't say that the visibility was good. Perhaps that's why I was so late in spotting him, but it was also probably because I was deep in thought. I'm often deep in thought. Not that anything comes of it.
I was on the way home. I had been shopping in the town and had met Renate, who had come over to L. for the afternoon. We had a drink, really just one-two at the most. I knew I would be driving, and besides, Ernst checks my breath. Sometimes he does it for some reason that may have nothing to do with me. He comes out to meet me before I reach the front door, to relieve me of the shopping bags or some other excuse. He strokes my cheek with a kiss, inhaling deeply along the way. He doesn't know I figured it out long ago, because he prides himself on using his knowledge discreetly. This means he doesn't reproach me immediately. He bides his time, even if it's only for a minute-however long it takes me to make an excuse and get through the door. Or skip the excuse, if we're alone.
So I didn't drink a lot. Maybe one, two sherries. If you're a wine drinker, the only thing they serve in Hirmer's Caf...