I recently read Lovesong, by Alex Miller. This is the story of Sabiha, who is Tunisian, and John who is an Australian teacher travelling in Europe. Their lives change when he stumbles into her cafe in a working class part of Paris. Yes, they marry, but there is no child, which leads to a series of events, tragic in parts. Ultimately John tells the story to Ken, an aging writer, when he, Sabiha and their daughter are living in Carlton. The book also gives glimpses of Ken's own story.
I admit that this is not the sort of book that would usually appeal to me, but I found it well written and it certainly drew me in and left me with food for thought.