I began reading a novel entitled Loving Frank a few days ago, albeit I was slightly hesitant to begin reading it. I had been under the impression that it was a memoir written by Frank Lloyd Wright's wife/partner about their relationship, but when I finally picked up the book from the public library, realized that it is actually a work of fiction with historical bits weaved into the narrative. What the book really is about is Lloyd Wright's love affair (while married) with Mamah Cheney (also married). My hesitance drew not from the subject of cheating, but from the fact that this was a novel, and not a memoir, as I had mistakenly assumed.

Nonetheless, I began reading the book, and found myself slightly uncomfortable whilst reading the "cheating" bits. I'm less than 100 pages in and already the author has divulged much of the affair's details and encounters. They're not graphic by any means but evoke a bit of guilt in the reader. I suppose one can only assume this demonstrates literary skill on the writer's part, right?

Anyway, at this point I am not terribly interested in the subject matter and all that, but it is an easy read and not unenjoyable by any means, so I intend to finish it (hopefully before Matt returns from Maryland).