If Roth's novel, When She Was Good, has a moral, it concerns the dangers of self-righteousness. It reveals that a strategy of magnifying the faults of others and refusing to acknowledge our own is a greater fault, even in a category by itself. This defect, though prevalent among us humans, separates us from reality (or truth, one of the protagonist's, Lucy Nelson, favorite words). It leaves us incapable to forgive others, why can't he/she be more like me, and strangely deletes the possibility to forgive ourselves.
The idea that this is a misogynistic novel belies the above reviewer's view of women, not Roth's. If Lucy Nelson is a prototype woman, then God help us all. Clearly she is not. Rather, this character reveals a part of each of us. And remember, although Lucy is the hyperbolic version of sanctimoniousness, she is not alone. The grandfather reveals his condemning thoughts while waiting for his son-in-law's bus; Roy, Lucy's husband, rants about his ignorant professors and faults them for his own failures; etc... "This is humanity. This is you. This is me,"--seems to be the author's point. And thankfully he reminds us at the end that change and grace are possible, even if it comes via struggling, imperfect human love, and may have bitter-sweet results.
Here is a case of fiction doing what it does best--delighting with prose while shedding light on the non-fiction of our lives.