Although I'm really liking Olive Kitteridge (Elizabeth Strout), I watched the 5-part Mildred Pierce over the weekend, and it was so amazingly, phenomenally good (with incidentally and incongruously by far the best classical singing I've ever heard in a TV program, by an evil character with elements of histrionic, narcissistic, and borderline personality disorders, though in real life sung by Chinese and South Korean contraltos Dilber Yunus and Sumi Jo, whom I mistook for Renee Fleming) that I've put Olive on hold to read Mildred Pierce (1941), by James M(allahan) Cain, an author familiar to aficionados of noir, possibly best known for The Postman Always Rings Twice — who was also an accomplished pianist and operatic singer who tried to make a professional go of the singing. This is not crime writing, it's family drama in plain style for mainstream publication in an era when noir was pulp press.