I read this short story by Ian McEwan in this week's New Yorker. The first half was thoroughly engaging, perceptive albeit mildly acerbic and a touch cynical. The consequences for Maisie Farmer of womens' liberation didn't ring true to me and it was there that the story lost the plot (so to speak). I think I expected more of both Ian McEwan and The New Yorker.
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