The Dry HeartThe Dry Heart begins and ends with the matter of fact pronouncement: 'I shot him between the eyes.' As the talea plunge into the chilly waters of loneliness, desperation, and revengeproceeds, the narrator's murder of her flighty husband takes on a certain logical inevitability. Stripped of any preciousness or sentimentality, Natalia Ginzburg's writing here is white hot, tempered by rage. She transforms the unhappy tale of an ordinary dull marriage