If not for the fact that she’s a 50 year old British novelist who narrates female intellectualism with precision and intelligence and the mother of teenage daughters, I might be Rachel Cusk. Ok, not so much, but the first two essays of this odds and ends collection of nonfiction writing (which go from personal/political essays about the world and her orientation to it, to deeply personal essays about motherhood and the dissolution of her marriage to perfectly good but ultimately weak in comparison book and […]