Does that include The Time of Our Singing? I think that’s far and away my favorite of them — I’m a sucker for a big novel with a historical sweep. Which is part of what I loved about Gain, too — the corporate history is really quite well-done, particularly in demonstrating how a little mom-n-pop shop could find itself a corporate behemoth a century later. But the bulk of my affection for Gain remains the juxtaposition of that disinterested history with the excruciatingly personal story of Laura Bodey’s death. The book’s reviews are fascinating — nearly everybody was embarrassed by the personal stuff. Updike referred to the novel as “sitcomish”; Tom LeClair compared it to a “soap opera”; A.O. Scott said it was a “made-for-TV movie.” Isn’t it interesting that the story of a woman’s dying is thought of as fodder for television?