Oh, I don’t know. Those voices are remorseful, too—they’re voices of regret. In any case, when we write novels, we can’t choose sides. We have to be on everyone’s side—the woman’s, the man’s, the child’s. That’s what I find marvelous about novels, anyway—that they allow us to hear everyone.
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I was surprised to notice, when I reread the book, that at the end of two of the women’s stories, there are counterpoints from men who are close to them. Why give the last word in a woman’s story to a man?