Ephron, like Rachel, was heavily pregnant when she discovered the affair. Bernstein, like Rachel’s husband-whom Ephron named Mark Feldman in what many guessed was an allusion to the real identity of Deep Throat-had indeed had an affair with a tall person (and a future Labour peer), Margaret Jay.

Ephron, like Rachel, had indeed been married to a high-profile Washington journalist, the Watergate reporter Carl Bernstein. Unfortunately, the people being satirized had some objections, which leads us to the second way to read Heartburn: as historical fact distorted through a vengeful lens, all the more salient for its smudges. (Putting aside infidelity for a moment, that was the part where I personally believed that Rachel’s marriage was past saving.) of therapy of pompous columnists of the kind of men who consider themselves exemplary partners but who leave their wives, seven months pregnant and with a toddler in tow, to navigate an airport while they idly buy magazines. Nora Ephron’s 1983 novel is narrated by a food writer, Rachel Samstat, who discovers that her esteemed journalist husband is having an affair with Thelma Rice, “a fairly tall person with a neck as long as an arm and a nose as long as a thumb and you should see her legs, never mind her feet, which are sort of splayed.” Taken at face value, the book is a triumphant satire-of love of Washington, D.C. In the 40 years since Heartburn was published, there have been two distinct ways to read it.

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