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Lydia Perovic

Autopsy of a Boring Wife

Marie-Renée Lavoie, Translated by Arielle Aaronson

House of Anansi Press

280 pages, softcover

Too much of today’s anglophone CanLit wants to be American TV, and, judging by Marie-­Renée Lavoie’s Autopsy of a Boring Wife (Autopsie d’une femme plate), Quebec is not immune to this condition. Lavoie’s Mister Roger and Me won the province’s version of CBC’s Canada Reads, the Survivor-­style competition of non-­literary book advocates discussing everything but literature. But I didn’t want to hold the dubious honour against her latest: an abandoned-­wife novel with an appealingly bleak title. After all, the scorned-wife theme has given us literary gems as disparate as Fay Weldon’s The Life and Loves of a She-­Devil, Elena Ferrante’s The Days of Abandonment, Carellin Brooks’s One Hundred Days of Rain, and Katie Kitamura’s A Separation.

Autopsy, sadly, turns out to be neither a fantastical revenge romp, nor a dive into the darker side of human psychology, nor a poetic meditation on grief, nor a surreal...

Lydia Perovic moved from Montenegro to Canada in 1999. Her novella, All That Sang, is about a French orchestra conductor.

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