Fiction by Courtney Maum.
This is one of those books I chose based on its title. It has a great title.
Unfortunately I didn't like it. There wasn't anything really wrong with the book; mostly I think I just disliked the main character.
This guy has a perfect wife who has (mostly) forgiven him for cheating on her, a lovely young daughter, and a wonderful career as an artist in Paris who actually can sell his work and make money. But he's not happy. Oh no.
He wants to make art that no one likes and won't sell, but still have money to live on. He wants to keeps his lovely little family intact but still pines after his mistress who left him to marry someone else. He's a big whiner. I couldn't stand to keep reading about him.
Now, it's a testament to the skill of this writer that she can draw such an evocative portrait of this loser and make me believe in him enough to despise him. But still.