" The only other fiction about 9/11 that I've read is Jonathan Safran Foer's "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close," which is heartbreaking. And yet it is somehow easier to read than Kalfus' sardonic look at 9/11. It is uncomfortable reading an account of 9/11 that isn't meant to make us sad. It is uncomfortable reading about characters who grieve not for what they lost but for what they wish was lost. It is uncomfortable reading about unsympathetic characters when we want to read about heroes. But if you can get past that, Kalfus writes an excellent study of human nature--- especially our ability to make even the grandest tragedy about ourselves. The two main characters, Joyce and Marshall, are a couple going through a hateful divorce which consumes their lives far more than the terrorist attacks. They think about happier times and how they dissolved into such a bitter marriage and wonder: how did we come to this? In fact, every event in the book, every argument, every relationship, every missed warning about the attacks, every mistaken piece of evidence about WMD forces us to ask, how did we come to this? "
— Meghan, 2/2/2014