Regular readers will know that I love Elinor Lipman. The Inn at Lake Devine is one of my favorite books. And then there are couple other novels of hers that I really enjoyed, and few I found just okay. Isabel’s Bed falls short of being a favorite and kind of falls kind of at the bottom of those that I really enjoyed. Interesting and fun and full of twists, it just wasn’t as clever as My Latest Grievance or Ladie’s Man. But when comparing Elinor Lipman to Elinor Lipman she can’t lose right.
Struggling writer Harriet Mahoney is dropped by her boyfriend of 12 years. You know the type, won’t commit but finds himself married just months after he breaks up with you. She goes off to live on Cape Cod to be a ghost writer for Isabel who was in bed with her older, rich lover when his jealous, crazed wife shoots and kills him. Intelligent chicklit with enough 1990s detail to make you want to put on stirrup pants and an over sized sweater and then cinch it.