Meg Wolitzer

The springs in the beds of my new novel The Uncoupling stay squeakless when a spell falls upon the women of a suburban town during a high school production of "Lysistrata." (I know--you're saying to yourself, "Hey, wasn't that the plot of the latest James Patterson?") Here are ten other...

With all this excited talk about the implosion of the Bush presidency, what actually has to happen in order to finally burst the thing? This administration is like a hollow but resilient pinata that we just cannot seem to break. Every few weeks, one of my friends triumphantly calls about...

Dear Lynne,

I don’t know if you remember me, but we met in the ladies room on Wednesday at the G.O.P.’s first-annual Stand By Your Man awards luncheon. I was the one who admired your pantsuit. I have a piece of advice to offer, but first off, let me say...