The Dry Heart begins and ends with the matter-of-fact pronouncement:
"I shot him between the eyes." As the tale--a plunge into the chilly
waters of loneliness, desperation, and bitterness--proceeds, the
narrator's murder of her flighty husband takes on a certain logical
inevitability. Stripped of any preciousness or sentimentality, Natalia
Ginzburg's writing here is white-hot, tempered by rage. She transforms
the unhappy tale of an ordinary dull marriage into a rich psychological
thriller that seems to beg the question: why don't more wives kill their
husbands?