what a wonderful story! i'm not normally into contemporary stories or "internal" stories (ones that deal with emotions and thoughts). i blush to admit that if something's not exploding every five minutes or if there's no dragons/spaceships/time travel/etc, i just can't hold my focus.
but this story kept my attention through to the end.
one quibble: normally i truly appreciate things to be kept down to the need-to-know. by that, i mean i get impatient with the type of writing that goes on and on and ON and after fifteen minutes' reading, the character has managed to get in the door and take off his coat. in the case of The Widow, however, it's a bit *too* spare. i can see her as the 1920s model - but only as a faceless mannequin. same with the other characters - i cannot visualize them. not sure what's missing, but something is.
the other thing is that the last bit, describing how his art finally takes off, is rushed. there was no hint that their relationship was evolving - i'd gotten the impression they'd parted ways. perhaps a mention of, for example, "she clapped wildly as he was presented with [something or other]" or "after yet another wildly successful gallery show, they collapsed onto yet another hotel bed" or whatever.
i think otherwise it was wonderfully done - the line about being stuck in a moment is fantastic and really encapsulates the book, like she's trapped in a bubble that finally goes "pop!"
(reviewed the day of purchase)