The accidental woman, by Jonathan Coe
A novel about suffering, possibly about a suffering woman. Or, rather, the suffering of the author in dealing with the Maria (or the Marias) of his life. Because this is all about it: dealing with an "accidental person", trying to establish an impossible relationship with someone who simply is out of reach. The writing is tormented, but it gets more and more easy-going while the story proceeds, reaching towards the end a sort of identification of the author with the main character of his story. What's amazing is that there is eventually no recipe for a good way to relate to the Marias of our lives, if not simply to recognise them and to accept their diversity, their unhappiness, their misery. Which also is our misery.
If you like this book you might want to read two other very good novels about suffering: "The farewell symphony" by Edmund White, and "The woman who walked into doors" by Roddy Doyle.