requesting fiction about the corrosiveness of anger

there's a lot of recent fiction out there about anger, or as the critics often call it, "rage"

maybe i'm just old now, but i'm burnt out on anger. righteous rage in my youth was like setting myself on fire to keep warm - it didn't fix the root of my problems, it hurt me, and i was a hazard to anyone who got close. my personal experience of rage has never ever been cathartic, satisfying, healing, or any of the other words book reviewers use to talk about rage books

weirdly, boy parts (a feminine rage tour de force) showed how impotent and empty rage actually is. the narrator's justifiable anger at men and society doesn't improve anything, and how she acts on that anger makes several things worse, and the ending makes it clear she has nowhere to go but down

is there other recent fiction that identifies rage as something negative and undesirable? something that needs to be relinquished so you can stay alive?