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Dept. of Speculation
by Jenny Offill
dept. of speculation reads like a box of unsent letters. the narrator—a wife, a mother, an “art monster”—charts the disintegration of her marriage with facts about astronauts, ants, and buddhism. the trivia seems arbitrary, but it isn’t. it’s what you say when you can’t say what’s breaking, or when you want to deny the truth. it is grief in camouflage.
at some point, the narrator stops calling herself “i.” she just becomes “the wife.” the move is subtle, yet devastating. she vanishes inside the roles she’s been handed.
what offill does so well is refuse to force the story into clean lines. she honors the fragments. love arrives as a joke. resentment breaks in mid-thought. the emotions loop, stutter, repeat.
and ultimately, the lesson here is clear: how love insists you stay, even when the hurt feels endless. especially in marriage. most especially when a child is involved. you save what matters. you hold on for love’s sake.
at some point, the narrator stops calling herself “i.” she just becomes “the wife.” the move is subtle, yet devastating. she vanishes inside the roles she’s been handed.
what offill does so well is refuse to force the story into clean lines. she honors the fragments. love arrives as a joke. resentment breaks in mid-thought. the emotions loop, stutter, repeat.
and ultimately, the lesson here is clear: how love insists you stay, even when the hurt feels endless. especially in marriage. most especially when a child is involved. you save what matters. you hold on for love’s sake.