I love reading stories of relationships gone awry. Especially marriages. The slow exit from closeness. A drop of bitters added to a pool that doesn't circulate. Then another. These stories are so tender. Losing love like this is genuine and sweet and tragic. It seems so unavoidable. I thinking of Jonathan Franzen's "Freedom" and "Purity" and JSF's "Here I am" and "Anna Karenina." Of course these writes are geniuses; that helps.