

Without the guidance of her mother and no close female friends to share her thoughts with, Isadora’s understanding of womanhood has come only from the content she consumed – literature – all characters which were (either carefully or ignorantly) written by men. And over time it becomes apparent that she is trying to reconcile who she actually is with her idea of women – a notion constructed entirely from the male gaze. Used to a life of deep psychological introspection and analysis (being married to a psychoanalyst), she still can’t define herself, her husband, her lover, her parents or her experience growing up.

The quest, in essence, is not for an extra-marital affair, but an understanding of who she is.

But anyone who focused on simply the sexual exploits of the protagonist misses the point.
