'Clara she said do you think I'm normal? I'd say you're almost abnormally normal if you know
what I mean.' Marian is determinedly ordinary waiting to get married. She likes her work her
broody flatmate and her sober fiancé Peter. All goes well at first but Marian has reckoned
without an inner self that wants something more that calmly sabotages her careful plans her
stable routine - and her digestion. Marriage à la mode Marian discovers is something she
literally can't stomach . . . 'Written with a brilliant angry energy' Observer 'A witty
elegant generous and patient writer' Punch 'Reflections on marriage guilt and the
relationship between the sexes - classic Atwood territory' Guardian
