In the Night Cafe begins with promise--a widow meets the young children of her deceased husband and wishes she could take the boy for herself. I thought there was a lot of potential here, but the story abandons this idea and becomes an account of the joys and heartbreak of being married to an alcoholic abstract impressionist painter who can't sell his work. Fair enough. I was interested, up to a point. But then the narrative takes another 360 and ends with the narrator's second marriage, then the birth and illness of her son.I know nothing about the author or her work, and from reading other reviews I see now that this novel is probably autobiographical. Although I like to think all people's lives are interesting, this story was disjointed and therefore unsatisfying--especially the ending.