Why I hold a grudge against Amos Oz

Amos Oz story with title something like My Curls Have Blown All the Way to China - about a 50-something woman whose husband has just told her he's leaving her for another woman he met at a factory "outing" - appears to be one of the NYer "stories" that's really just a piece of short fiction, no doubt an excerpt from a forthcoming novel. This piece establishes a mood, a condition, a situation, with some deft skill and with some admirable quirkiness, but doesn't go anywhere w/ the material, as the story or whatever it may be just stops short. Oz certainly needs no praise or support from me, whistling in the wind as I am with these daily posts, but allow me to point out that Oz was I believe the one and only writer who came to R.I. to read during my tenure as a books editor at the Journal who refused an interview request (he did not refuse a request from the NYTimes), so I have a grudge against him and I don't forget slights. That said, I can such it up and note that the Curls story is worth a read - I wonder if women readers will admire how he enters and conveys the consciousness of a woman scorned, or if women readers would find his attempt to do so vapid and demeaning. The narrator, who laments that her husband is abandoning at the same time that she had most of her curly locks shorn - the symbolism, hair as sign of strength, beauty, and youth - pretty obvious, as she enters a new stage of life - seems to be a bit of a doormat, whiningly asking her husband if it's something she's said or done that's causing him to leave - and a keeper of to-do lists - the quirky element in this story, in that Oz uses the lists to delineate the quotidian of her daily life and to express a few moments of outrage and bitterness.