I just read an excellent novel, The Story of a Marriage by Andrew Sean Greer. If you haven't yet read it and are persuaded to by what I say here, don't look at reviews of the book ahead of reading it. Part of what's so good about it is that it tells its story of a marriage with not one or two, but several, narrative surprises, and not only these but also the skilful plotting overall gives what might sound to some like a pedestrian subject a dynamism that pulls you along as you read, eager to see where things will go next. You should avoid finding out in advance of reading the book what some of its key narrative turns are, and there are reviews around which give them away. I for my part will avoid doing the same here - merely repeat that this tale of the ups and downs in the relationships of its central protagonists has something of what some people (or so I gather) get from reading thrillers. Greer's writing is fresh and in places striking, and for someone of his age, he understands a lot about life as seen from the long perspective of those who've done much living.
I have one reservation, which I express tentatively since I'm not altogether sure whether it isn't due only to something in the eye of the beholder, namely, me. The Story of a Marriage is a first-person narration by the woman of the marriage in question, Pearlie. And from time to time as I was reading I had the strong impression that Greer's prose was masculine - that this book could only have been written, as it in fact was, by a man. Is that my impression only (and how much influenced by knowing the gender of the author), or is it shared by other of Greer's readers? Well, I don't know. If I'm right, then I suppose it matters. Or does it? Anyway, it didn't spoil my enjoyment of the book.