This is an edition of the Books Briefing, our editors’ weekly guide to the best in books. Sign up for it here.Recently, I attended a media lunch hosted by a book publisher during which, just as salads were served, the conversation turned to marriage and murder—more specifically, how the first can lead to the second. While discussing a forthcoming novel about the killing of an estranged husband, several guests felt liberated to share their darkest fantasies about an angry ex-spouse or a meddlesome family member suffering a well-timed car crash or heart attack. Books about divorce are all the rage, and so, it seems, are divorce stories shared around communal tables. The challenge for a writer entering this crowded field is to say something new on a subject that has become so common over the past few years that it’s been relegated to small talk.First, here are five new stories from The Atlantic’s Books section:When Robert Frost was bad“Domestic,” a poem by Rachel Richardson“Jethro’s Corner,” a poem by Reginald Dwayne BettsHanif Kureishi’s relentlessly revealing memoirA novel that boldly rethinks the borderNo Fault, Haley Mlotek’s new memoir and history of divorce, finds fresh material in part by refusing to traffic in the usual anecdotes. As Rachel Vorona Cote wrote this week for The Atlantic, “No Fault is not a love story, or even a life story, because it refuses to tell a story in the first place. It is neither chronicle, nor testimony, nor confession.” Mlotek’s book is relatively scant on personal details, Cote writes, when compared with recent books such as Leslie Jamison’s Splinters or Lyz Lenz’s This American Ex-Wife. Mlotek does try to explain her reticence: Her divorce narrative is opaque, she says, because it is obscure to her. She’s dedicated to the idea that, as Cote puts it, “no person can ever fully know her own mind,” and feels no anxiety about it. “My friends and I are alike in that none of us had any idea why my marriage ended,” Mlotek writes. “We are different in that they think they can find the answer, and I know I never will.”Mlotek was fascinated by divorce long before she wed her boyfriend of more than a decade—only to end the marriage a year later. Her mother was a divorce mediator, she shares, and when she was growing up, “all the adults I knew were getting divorced, or should have been.” In No Fault, she provides a sweeping survey of the novels, nonfiction books, and films about love on the rocks that she turned to during and after her divorce. For Mlotek, Cote writes, marriage is “an ill-fitting arrangement” that in many cases fails to squeeze the unruly experience of love into a relationship escalator that culminates in unchanging bliss.Last week in The Atlantic, Mlotek shared her appreciation for the varieties of love via a list of her favorite books on the topic. Among them are The End of the Novel of Love, Vivian Gornick’s lament for the decline of the romance plot; Susan Minot’s Rapture, which contemplates a destructive affair in the course of describing a single sex act; and A Year on Earth With Mr. Hell, Young Kim’s memoir of a dalliance with the punk musician and writer Richard Hell. Describing Fanny Howe’s novel Famous Questions, about a love triangle that upends a family, Mlotek observes that “the only reassurance two people can give each other is that they share a story, and to agree on what that story means.”Mlotek’s memoir represents an attempt to chronicle what happens when that shared outline breaks down. Was the story true? If not, how can the story of what comes next—the story of divorce—be reconstructed from the wreckage? The more honest report, she seems to say, is that neither love nor divorce are subject to neat timelines and rational explanations—even if they do make for some very entertaining mealtime conversations.Hélène BlancA Divorce Memoir With No LessonsBy Rachel Vorona CoteHaley Mlotek’s new book provides neither catharsis nor remedies for heartache, but rather a tender exploration of human intimacy.Read the full article.What to ReadGo Down Together: The True, Untold Story of Bonnie and Clyde, by Jeff GuinnIn the early 20th century, the media and Hollywood turned Bonnie and Clyde into infamous bank robbers, inflating their often-fumbling exploits to super-gangster status. As Guinn explains in Go Down Together—a book that aims to move past the myth and paint a more accurate picture of the two—many Americans eagerly bought into the image the press created. Reality didn’t matter: The story of the couple became a touchstone for people’s frustrations. “In 1933 bankers and law enforcement officials, widely perceived to have no sympathy for decent people impoverished through no fault of their own, were considered the enemy by many Americans,” Guinn writes. “For them, Clyde and Bonnie’s criminal acts offered a vicarious sense of revenge.” In reality, Clyde—who had been serially raped by another inmate in prison—“was more interested in getting even than in getting ahead,” and Bonnie wanted a life filled with fame and adventures, and “was willing to risk arrest to have them.” What their legend truly shows is just how badly the American public wanted to crown a hero who stood up to the establishment on its behalf—an impulse that persists, dangerously, to this day. — Vanessa ArmstrongFrom our list: What to read when the odds are against youOut Next Week📚 Show Don’t Tell, by Curtis Sittenfeld📚 The Strange Case of Jane O., by Karen Thompson Walker📚 Crush, by Ada CalhounYour Weekend ReadIllustration by Matteo Giuseppe Pani / The AtlanticThe Fantasy of a Nonprofit Dating AppBy Faith HillSpending time on dating apps, I know from experience, can make you a little paranoid. When you swipe and swipe and nothing’s working out, it could be that you’ve had bad luck. It could be that you’re too picky. It could be—oh God—that you simply don’t pull like you thought you did. But sometimes, whether out of self-protection or righteous skepticism of corporate motives, you might think: Maybe the nameless faces who created this product are conspiring against me to turn a profit—meddling in my dating life so that I’ll spend the rest of my days alone, paying for any feature that gives me a shred of hope.Read the full article.When you buy a book using a link in this newsletter, we receive a commission. Thank you for supporting The Atlantic.Sign up for The Wonder Reader, a Saturday newsletter in which our editors recommend stories to spark your curiosity and fill you with delight.Explore all of our newsletters.