The Witches of Eastwick by John Updike (1984) Knopf

Updike is a two-time Pulitzer winner and was awarded other prizes as well.  This book was made into a movie (which I have not yet seen).  But I am critical of the book for multiple reasons.  First is the apparent lack of plot.  The story wanders through the life of three ‘witches’ who believe they have power primarily because their husbands left them for other women.  They are not written as a woman would write them, but as a man might fantasize about them; promiscuous, coupling with adulterous men.   The book is written from their points of view.  But the women are neither powerful, nor very believable as anything other than wandering lost souls.  This is not to say that Updike produced a poorly written book.  His mastery of the language appears on every page.  It is just that the constant digression through every character’s self-doubt holds no more interest for me than so-called unscripted television shows.