"Why are Emile and Marguerite Bouin still married? They cannot stand each other."

"This is evident from the moment we meet them, isolated and wordless before a beautiful fire. Their only correspondence is an occasional invective jotted on a scrap of paper — this discreetly flicked across the room to the recipient's lap."

This 1967 novel — "The Cat" by Georges Simenon, which I loved when I read it in the 70s — seems to presage texting.

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It was made into a movie with the most archaically artsy trailer imaginable.