The death of a family - Bad Dreams in recent New Yorker

As noted in some previous posts, I've been slow to come around to Tessa Hadley, who is now obviously the New Yorker's go-to girl for English fiction, and they seem to be ready to anoint her as the next Alice Munro, but whereas I felt that some of her earlier stories were very well written but finally nothing special other than that they were set in England, often among the working classes, a few recent stories have been stronger and the one in a recent New Yorker that I just read, Bad Dreams, truly blew me away - a beautiful and frightening story about tensions in a young marriage, a struggling couple in maybe the 1950s in England, the dad working hard teaching school in the day and pursuing an advanced degree in English in the evenings (and playing horn in a band on the side) - while the mom has given up her dream of an art career - she was farm more conventional than the mostly male avant-garde art students in her classes - and is now the typical grad-student-housewife, raising the kids and earning a little money taking in sewing projects. The story, in short - though this give short shrift to Hadley's excellent pacing and observations - involves the 9-year-old daughter waking from a nightmare and going into the small living room and impishly tipping over all the furniture. The wife wakes to find the room in disarray; after initial terror, she figures that there had been no intruder or thief and she suspects her husband did this in anger at her cleanliness, or at something else in their marriage. She straightens up and pledges - how English! - never to speak of this with him; when he wakes, he seems oblivious - because his is oblivious - but she takes his silence as a real rift within their marriage. The daughter, presumably, will never tell what she did in the night - but every day that goes by will pollute the marriage, and the family, further with drops of poison. If you can accept that the mother and daughter will both keep silent, it's a great story about the beginning of the dissolution of a family - a tragedy, actually, in that the actions of the story don't reveal something to the characters but actually mislead them into fatal error.