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Book Review: ‘Sucker Punch,’ by Scaachi Koul; ‘No Fault,’ by Haley Mlotek

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Book Review: ‘Sucker Punch,’ by Scaachi Koul; ‘No Fault,’ by Haley Mlotek

SUCKER PUNCH: Essays, by Scaachi Koul

NO FAULT: A Memoir of Romance and Divorce, by Haley Mlotek


I can’t recall the first time I saw “The Misfits,” John Huston’s 1961 cinematic masterpiece about a quartet of mutually disenfranchised wanderers, but I’m certain it was after I’d become a divorcée. I know it wouldn’t have stuck with me so permanently otherwise. Set in Reno, Nev., a city once as famous for its hassle-free divorces as its casinos, the film is a timeless meditation on what it means to lose.

I was not yet 30 when my first marriage dissolved, by which point I’d seen several friends’ relationships likewise buckle beneath the looming specter of forever. It seemed that every few years there was a wave of these breakups, and I began to predict them like weather patterns. “It’s divorce season,” I’d say, and if time has mitigated the phenomenon in my own life, I wasn’t surprised to find confirmation that it still wreaks its havoc elsewhere.

In two new nonfiction books, the authors Scaachi Koul and Haley Mlotek find their inspiration in the emotional maelstrom that follows divorce. Reading them in parallel, I was reminded not only of how hard it is to stay together, but of how painful it is to try to recalibrate who you are when “we” suddenly becomes “I.”

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“Sucker Punch” is the follow-up to Koul’s 2017 essay collection, “One Day We’ll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter,” a book that she repeatedly references in order to address the “before” and “after” qualities of a failed marriage.

One cause of her marriage’s breakdown, according to Koul, was her self-confessed propensity for oversharing the intimate details of her life. (A hazard, perhaps, of contemporary culture writing.) “The internet is a record of my failures in so many ways,” says Koul, “but none more blatant than how the person I love most in the world and I failed each other.”

If Koul once found inspiration in the story of how her asymmetrical relationship thrived, here she offers an internal memo detailing the reasons it failed: infidelity, irreconcilable cultural differences and lapses in communication. “I’m at my best when embroiled in a fight,” Koul writes of one fundamental incompatibility. “I thrive in conflict, like an oyster that forms a pearl from unwanted intruders.”

These essays, organized under the Hindu pillars of samsara, karma, dharma and moksha, are deftly written, they are humorous and cutting, but perhaps their greatest strength lies in the margins. Contending with her participation in a world that collapses privacy and publicity down to nothing, Koul finds her momentum in reflecting on the interior details of her family. What are the cultural conditions that make us think divorce is a measure of failure, she asks, and how do we negotiate ourselves out of them?

Mlotek’s memoir takes a different tone. Oscillating between a personal accounting of heartache and a granular sociological deconstruction of the institutions of marriage and divorce, this book is at its best when the author writes about herself. Often painful and longing but sometimes academic to a fault, Mlotek thrives when she finds permission to chronicle her own experiences outside a historical survey.

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She comes from a long line of divorces; her mother was a marriage counselor. “My entire world was divorce,” she writes. Sometimes hamstrung by an impulse to thoroughly taxonomize the economic and gendered details of marital breakdown, Mlotek underestimates the significance of her own wisdom.

Mlotek’s writing reaches toward — and actually meets — poetry when she allows it to. (“I could tell you about our last night,” she writes of the end of the marriage, “but mostly I think about how the night passed no matter what we did to hold still.”) But she is too often hampered by a frustrating instinct to situate her own experience within the universal.

Though Koul and Mlotek have written stylistically different accounts of life after marriage, their reflections repeatedly converge. Each book roils with descriptions of disappointment, fugitive desire, the shame of failure and the suffocating dread that punctuates the moments of calm between marital fights.

Both “Sucker Punch” and “No Fault” casually reference “Anna Karenina” — or at least Tolstoy’s indelible opening line (“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way”). Thinking about the similarities between these writers’ divorces and mine, between mine and every other divorce I’ve known the inside of, it occurred to me that while it might be a salve to see our own experiences committed to paper by someone else, sometimes there’s nothing special about watching the bottom fall out and surviving it. Maybe the truth is that all happy marriages are happy in different ways; maybe it’s every divorce that’s exactly the same.

I wonder what it would have meant to me all those years ago to read two accounts that so precisely mirrored my own experiences, what might have been changed by the knowledge that humor and pain can and do have their place. What neutralizes the flaws in these two books is that their authors unapologetically claim ownership of their stories; it took me years to recognize that whatever has happened to me is mine to tell.

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As it was, I took a strange comfort in “The Misfits.”

“Here’s to Nevada, the Leave It state,” Thelma Ritter’s character tells Marilyn Monroe’s, raising a glass of room-temperature whiskey to the younger woman’s recent divorce. “You got money you want to gamble? Leave it here. You got a wife you want to get rid of? Get rid of her here.” I think the comparison between a slot machine and an altar makes a lot of sense — both places are wishing wells, a roll of the dice; better luck next time.

SUCKER PUNCH: Essays | By Scaachi Koul | St. Martin’s Press | 262 pp. | $28

NO FAULT: A Memoir of Romance and Divorce | By Haley Mlotek | Viking | 294 pp. | $28

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Why Is Everyone Obsessed With Bogs?

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In prehistoric northern Europe, peatlands — areas of waterlogged soil rich with decaying plant matter — were considered spiritual sites. Since then, swords, jewelry and even human bodies have been found fossilized in their sludgy depths. More recently, however, many of these bogs have been depleted by overharvesting, neglect and development. But as awareness of their important role in removing carbon dioxide from the atmosphere grows, more wetlands are being restored, while also serving as unlikely creative inspiration. Here’s how bogs are showing up in the culture.

At fall 2026 Paris Fashion Week, several houses — including Louis Vuitton (above left) and Hermès — staged shows amid mossy sets featuring spongy green structures and mounds of vegetation. And the Danish fashion brand Solitude Studios is distressing its eerie, grungy looks (above right) by submerging them in a local peat bog.

For her exhibition at California’s San José Museum of Art, on view through October, the Chalon Nation artist Christine Howard Sandoval is presenting sculptures, drawings and plant-dyed works (above) exploring how the state’s wetlands were once sites of Indigenous resistance and community. This month, at Storm King Art Center in New York’s Hudson Valley, the conceptual artist Anicka Yi will unveil an outdoor installation featuring six-foot-tall transparent columns holding algae-rich ecosystems cultivated from nearby pond water and soil.

The Bog Bothy (above), a mobile design project by the Dublin-based architecture practice 12th Field in collaboration with the Irish Architecture Foundation, was inspired by the makeshift huts once used by peat cutters who harvested the material for fuel. After debuting in the Irish Midlands last year, it’ll tour the region again this summer. In Edinburgh, the designer Oisín Gallagher is making doorstops from subfossilized bog-oak scraps carbon-dated to 3300 B.C.

At La Grenouillère on France’s north coast, the chef Alexandre Gauthier reflects the restaurant’s reedy, frog-filled river valley landscape with dishes like a “marsh bubble” of herbs encased in hardened sugar. This spring, Aponiente — the chef Ángel León’s restaurant inside a 19th-century tidal mill on Spain’s Bay of Cádiz — added an outdoor dining area on a pier above the neighboring marshland, serving local sea grasses and salt marsh flowers alongside seafood (above) from the estuary.

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The Irish British writer Maggie O’Farrell’s forthcoming novel, “Land,” about an Irish cartographer and his son surveying the island in 1865 after the Great Famine, depicts haunting encounters with the verdant landscape, including its plentiful oozing bogs.

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Book Review: ‘Selling Opportunity,’ by Mary Lisa Gavenas

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SELLING OPPORTUNITY: The Story of Mary Kay, by Mary Lisa Gavenas


Mary Kay, the cosmetics company whose multilevel marketing included sales parties and whose biggest earners were awarded pink Cadillacs, was really in the business of selling second chances. Or, at least, that’s what Mary Lisa Gavenas argues in “Selling Opportunity,” a dual biography of the brand and the woman behind it.

Mary Kathlyn Wagner, who would become Mary Kay Ash, “the most famous saleswoman in the world” and “maybe the most famous ever,” in Gavenas’s extravagant words, was born in 1918 to a poor family and raised mostly in Houston. Although a good student, she eloped at 16 with a slightly older boy. The young couple had two babies in quick succession.

Mary Kay’s creation was a combination of timing and good luck. Door-to-door sales was a thriving industry — but, traditionally, a man’s world: Lugging heavy samples was not considered feminine, and entering the homes of strangers, unsafe. But things began to change during the Great Depression, Gavenas suggests, thanks to a convergence of factors — financial pressures and the rise of the aspirational prosperity gospel espoused by Dale Carnegie’s self-help manuals.

At the same time, female-run beauty lines like Annie Turnbo Malone’s Poro and Madam C.J. Walker’s were finding great success in Black communities. And, coincidentally or otherwise, the California Perfume Company changed its name to Avon Products in 1939.

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Ash began by selling books door to door, moving on to Stanley Home Products in the 1940s. She was talented, but direct sales was a rough gig. Every party to show off wares was supposed to beget two more bookings; these led to sales that resulted in new recruits. But there was no real security or stability: no salary, no medical benefits, no vacations. “Stop selling and you would end up right back where you started. Or worse,” the author writes.

Gavenas, a onetime beauty editor who wrote “Color Stories,” takes her time unspooling Mary Kay’s tale, with a great deal of evident research. We learn about direct sales, women’s rights and Texas history.

But, be warned: Readers must really enjoy both this woman and this world to take pleasure in “Selling Opportunity.” Mary Kay the person keeps marrying, getting divorced or widowed and working her way through various sales jobs (it’s hard to keep track of the myriad companies and last names). Gavenas seems to leave no detail out. Thus, the 1963 founding of the eponymous beauty company doesn’t come until almost 200 pages in.

Beauty by Mary Kay included a Cleansing Cream, a Magic Masque and a Nite Cream (which containined ammoniated mercury, later banned by the F.D.A.). The full line of products — which was how Mary Kay strongly encouraged customers to buy them — ran to a steep $175 in today’s money. (To fail to acquire the whole set, Ash said, was “like giving you my recipe for chocolate cake but leaving out an important ingredient.”)

Potential clients attended gatherings at acquaintances’ homes — no undignified doorbell-ringing here — where they received a mini facial, then an application of cosmetics like foundation, lip color and cream rouge — and a wig. The company made $198,514 in sales its first year.

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Although Ash may have seemed a pioneer, in many ways Mary Kay was a traditionalist company, whose philosophy was “God first, family second, career third.” Saleswomen, official literature dictated, were working to provide themselves with treats rather than necessities so as not to threaten their breadwinner husbands.

And yet, they were also encouraged to sell sell sell. Golden Goblet pendants were awarded for major orders. After the company started using custom pink Peterbilt trucks for shipping, it began commissioning those Cadillacs for top consultants. (Mary Kay preferred gifts to cash bonuses, lest women save the money to spend on practical things rather than the licensed frivolities.) The Cadillacs, always driven on company leases, would become industry legend and part of American pop culture lore. “Never to be run-down, repainted or resold, the cars would double as shining pink advertisements for her selling opportunity,” Gavenas writes.

The woman herself was iconic, too. While Ash was a product of the Depression, she was also undeniably over-the-top. She wore white suits with leopard trim, lived in a custom Frank L. Meier house and brought her poodle to the office.

Mary Kay went public in 1968, making her the first woman to chair a company on the New York Stock Exchange. By the 1990s, the Mary Kay headquarters near Dallas was almost 600,000 square feet. They commissioned a hagiographic company biopic; there was a Mary Kay consultant Barbie; they were making $1 billion in wholesale. When she died, in 2001, Ash was worth $98 million.

And yet, Gavenas cites that at the company’s height, in 1992, sales reps made on average just $2,400 per year.

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Instead of so much time in the pink fantasia of Mary Kay, it would have been nice for a few detours showing how infrequently the opportunities the company sold were truly realized.

SELLING OPPORTUNITY: The Story of Mary Kay | By Mary Lisa Gavenas | Viking | 435 pp. | $35

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Historical Fiction Books That Illustrate the Bonds Between Mother and Child

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Historical Fiction Books That Illustrate the Bonds Between Mother and Child

We often think of the past as if it were another world — and in some ways, it is. The politics, religion and social customs of other eras can be vastly different from our own. But one thing historians and historical fiction writers alike often notice is the constancy of human emotion. The righteous anger of a customer complaining about a Mesopotamian copper merchant in 1750 B.C. feels familiar. Tributes to beloved household pets from ancient Romans and Egyptians make us smile. And we are captivated by stories of love, betrayal and sacrifice from Homer to Shakespeare and beyond.

In literature, letters, tablets and even on coins, we find overwhelming evidence that people in the past felt the same emotions we do. Love, hate, fear, grief, joy: These feelings were as much a part of their lives as they are of our own. And they resonate especially acutely in the bond between mother and child. Here are eight historical novels that explore the meaning of motherhood across the centuries.

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