All Lina ever wanted was to be desired. How did she end up in a marriage with two children and a husband who wouldn't touch her?
All Maggie wanted was to be understood. How did she end up in a relationship with her teacher and then in court, a hated pariah in her small town?
All Sloane wanted was to be admired. How did she end up a sexual object of men, including her husband, who liked to watch her have sex with other men and women?
Consequences are handed out to some but not to others. Three Women is a record of unmet needs, unspoken thoughts, disappointments, hopes and unrelenting obsessions that tests the boundaries of non-fiction.
About Lisa Taddeo
Lisa Taddeo spent eight years and thousands of hours tracking the women whose stories comprise Three Women, moving to the towns they lived in to better understand their lives. She has contributed to New York magazine, Esquire, Elle, Glamour and many other publications. Her short stories have won two Pushcart Prizes. She lives with her husband and daughter in New England.
The kind of bold, timely, once-in-a-generation book that every house should have a copy of, and probably will before too long. New Statesman
Three Women is an astonishing act of imaginative empathy and a gift to women around the world who feel like their desires are ignored and their voices aren't heard. This is a book that blazes, glitters and cuts to the heart of who we are. I'm not sure that a book can do much more. Sunday Times
When I picked it up, I felt I'd been waiting half my life to read it; when I put it down, it was as though I had been disembowelled. There isn't a woman alive who won't recognise – her stomach lurching, her heart beating wildly – something of what Maggie, Lina and Sloane go through. Rachel Cooke, Observer
An extraordinary piece of non-fiction – a page-rippingly intimate and compelling narration of the desires and sexual proclivities of three real women. Taddeo does not sensationalise, but nor is she coy; the narrative crackles with the visceral details of eroticism. The result feels like a new genre. The Times