See Now Then

Editorial reviews

See Now Then

This isn’t Kincaid’s most accessible work, but it does distill divorce into compartmentalized, easily identifiable pain.

...one of the most beautiful nasty novels I have ever read.... See Now Then may or may not be a wronged spouse’s revenge against her partner...but you’ll never read a more poetically written jeremiad.

See Now Then” is the kind of lumpy exorcism that many writers would have composed and then allowed to remain unpublished. It picks up no moral weight as it rolls along. It asks little of us, and gives little in return.

One can't help thinking that Kincaid's easily Googleable ex-husband will not be pleased by the arrival of "See Now Then." How should the rest of us feel? Exhilarated, grateful - and relieved, perhaps, that Kincaid can't see inside our own heads.

Hell may indeed have no fury like a woman scorned, but as Ephron and Kincaid's books about marital heartache demonstrate, writing well just might be the best revenge.

In her new novel, See Now Then, Kincaid tackles the feel of married life as only she can, moment by passing moment. The result is startling and peculiar, and therefore vintage Kincaid.

Kincaid is on to something here. We all know it or sense it, but never has it been expressed like this. We want our partner-love imperishable, our children’s lives unblemished, but see now then.

"See Now Then" deserves to celebrated for its linguistic feats and its vision as a work of art. And one can only hope, for the sake of a real-life family, that art is mostly what it is.